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marleyybluu · 10 months ago

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Three and Counting

husband/dad!Oscar x mom/wife!black!reader

Word count: 3.4k

Content warning: 18+, smut on your rooftop and down the chimney, domestic bliss, love and lust is everywhere, reader is pregnant again, pregnancy sex, no one is pulling out, creampies, backshots while pregnant, oral (f receiving), big dick Oscar, reader speaks/understands Spanish, Oscar talks you through it again, switching between names (Oscar/Spooky)

A/N: Though this was not the original, I'm still glad with how this turned out. not proof-read, sorry I'm too fried to do it lmao and again I've never been pregnant, don't know how well pregnancy sex works but I tried lol

not my gif. but spread my legs pls omg

"Mommy." A small whimper sounds below you in the middle of your pancake flipping process. It was 6:30 am and though you hated being up this early, you had to be. It was the first day back to school for your eldest son, Raphael, but it was your youngest daughter, Elliana's first day of kindergarten. Even though this was your second child you couldn't help but feel the sadness over your little girl growing up. It was bittersweet. You'd been home with Elliana for the majority of the first three years of her life, you bonded and were stuck to each other like glue. She's still sleeping in your bed most of the time no matter how much Spooky says you need to ween her off. But you just couldn't, that was your little girl. Your mini-me.

"Mi Amor? It's too early for you to be up." You yawn and rest your free hand on your rotund belly. Carrying baby number three was surprisingly draining. Your first two pregnancies were tiring, sure, but this one seemed to have you riddled with low energy.

"I know." She mutters fiddling with her fingers. "Is there something you'd like?"

Her little brown eyes, big and round just like your own, shift from side to side deciding in that little head of hers if she can admit her truth. You flip over another pancake before placing the spatula on the counter and you look down at your Elliana. You open your arms inviting her in, you hook your hand under her arms and say: "One... twooooo..."

"Threeee." She giggles as she jumps to assist you in picking her up. She sits on your hip and rests her head on your shoulder. "What would you like to talk about my sweet?"

She sighed. "I don't want to go to school. Can't I just stay with you and the baby?"

You smile softly. "I wish bebita, but you need school. School is good. Papi went to school and look, he owns a restaurant. Mama went to school and what does she do now?"

"Nurse."

"Exactamente." You say using the spatula to slide the cooked pancakes off to make room for new ones. "Plus you get to make awesome friends. I met your Tia Jasmine at school."

Elliana laughed. "Tia Jasmine está loca." You laughed along with her. "She is, she's always been like that. But that's why mommy loves her and chose her to be your tia. Entiendes?"

"Si... pero..." Her tiny shoulders sink with the weight of all these feelings. "Pero..." You encourage her to continue. "I had a dream one night, and... and I dreamt you and Papi left me at school. Everyone left, I was alone."

You gasp dramatically. "Ay, mi hija. We would never leave you there." You press a reassuring kiss to her temple. "We will always come back to get you, every single day. And I have good news, today... I won't make you stay the whole day. We will come to get you and Rafa early."

Her eyes light up. "Really?"

"Claro que si! Maybe we'll go to the toy store, who knows. But you must go to school first. Deal?"

She squeals with excitement and kisses your cheek. "Alright, sneak back upstairs before papito wakes up." You whisper carrying her toward the staircase and putting her down on the steps, she walks back upstairs and you stay at the bottom of the steps until you hear the door open and shut quietly.

— — Elliana's small fist holds your two fingers as you walk her up to the school entrance doors where her new teachers are waiting. "Good morning Mr. And Mrs. Diaz, how are you?"

"Good. How are you guys?"

"Summer could've been longer." One of them sigh and pout. "I bet."

Raphael says goodbye to you and his father before turning to his sister, he decides to wait for her so they can walk in together. Oscar gives her a little pep talk and a small kiss before she looks up at you. You squat down as best you can to be at eye level with her. "Okay Ellie Bellie, I want you to do your best today okay? It's fine if you feel a little sad today it's normal."

She nods and her little lip trembles. "I love you so much." Your voice cracks and you know you have to say bye now or you won't leave her. You kiss her head and stick out your pinky and she hooks it with hers. "Go be amazing, mamita."

"Te amo."

You smile softly. "Te amo."

Elliana holds onto her brother's hand and they both make their way inside the building, it takes everything in you to not rush in and save her but you have to let her go. Oscar helps you up and holds onto you until you reach the car, he aids you inside the passenger's seat before heading over to the driver's side. "You okay?"

You nod turning your head to the window, a small tear slips but you quickly wipe it away. "Cariño. She'll be fine."

"I know." You sob. "It's just my stupid hormones." You lie. "Let's just go, if we stay any longer I'll end up going in there."

Oscar slips his hand under yours scooping you up and kissing the back of your hand... your fingers... your wrist. You smile as he wipes your tears away, so glad to have a man who just took care of you in all ways possible. "You want something to eat?"

Your mouth twists with consideration, you did technically eat an hour ago... and you are growing another child so you need all the nutrients that you-

"I'll take that silence as a yes." He says starting the car, you rest your head on his shoulder. He knew you all too well.

— — You did everything you could. Laundry, cooking, sleeping. But somehow the time wouldn't speed up. You and Oscar agreed you'd get the kids around 2:15, but it was only 12:30. You groaned getting up from your lounging position on the couch, and you waddle over to the kitchen meeting a few dishes in the sink. Another distraction for you.

You turn on the water, grab a sponge spill some Dawn dish soap onto it and get to washing. You hum a song that's been stuck in your head for days, unable to get it out.

Oscar comes up from the basement with a basket of laundry that he insisted on folding so you wouldn't have to struggle up and down the stairs. He huffs and drops the basket onto the floor and closes the door behind him. He hears your lovely tunes and follows the sound of your voice.

Oscar pokes his head in the kitchen, your back turned and unaware of his presence behind you. You reach over for your phone in the mood for some music, you play Get Close by Ari Lennox (the same song you were humming) and place your phone back down. His eyes burn through your skimpy clothes. Nothing too serious in your opinion, just a pair of old shorts and a navy blue tank top that was folded under your heavy breasts to help with the sweat. You were hot, you were always hot and it didn't help that it was the end of summer. Your belly was out, in your terms often saying that the baby just needs some air. He smiles sincerely.

He locked special moments like this away and for himself, he was just in awe of you no matter if you were carrying his child or not. If you were fully clothed or ass naked, you had him craving you. He felt himself begin to twitch in his shorts the longer he stared, his eyes zooming in on the tattoo of his name right under your cheek and another one on the back of your right thigh. His hands began to tingle with the urge to touch you, it'd only been an hour but it felt like an eternity.

Oscar makes his way over to you, A small touch on your lower back sends shivers up your spine and it places a smile on your face as well. "You should be resting you know?"

"I know, I just... I'm ready to go get them."

He kisses your ear. "Couple more hours." He mumbled softly snaking his arms around you, his hands cupping the underside of your stomach. "This kid is extra heavy today. It's killing me." You complain leaning back on his for some support, to use someone else's weight than your own to hold you up. "You need a lift?"

Oscar would often come up behind you and gently raise your belly, holding all the weight for you so you could feel just a sweet minute of relief and what relief it was, you couldn't believe you were carrying around all of it.

"Please." You sigh drying your hands in a towel. He squeezes himself closer to you and locks his fingers on your lower stomach. "Ready?"

"Mhm."

He lifts and you instantly sulk and huff with ease. Your head falls back on his shoulder and you smile softly. "This feels so good." You practically moan out. You two stay like that for a moment and find yourselves swaying side to side to the slow sultry music, your eyes feel heavy and they close just for a second. Everything about this was sweet and romantic until you felt... something. Your eyes pop open and you cover your mouth to muffle the giggle bubbling in your throat.

"Um... Oscar..."

No response. "Oscar..."

Still nothing. You tap his arm. "Spooky!"

"Que?" He answers annoyed. You bit your lip. "Are you good?"

He nods. "Why?"

"You're hard, you are poking me on of my cheeks right now." You laugh. "Sorry... I can't... I can't help it."

You shake your head and tell him to put your belly back down, you groan when all that load is back to being your responsibility. He hides his erection with his hands suddenly feeling embarrassed the longer you look at him. "Upstairs." You order him and he looks at you perplexed at the fact that you were the one giving him directions. Your hips reel him in as you make your way to the staircase.

"Let's go, Diaz."

But you didn't have to tell him a third time, he followed right behind you as you two headed to the room. He doesn't even bother shutting the door, just grabs you and tugs you into his embrace, attaching his lip to yours. Your hands cascade over his oversized arms giving them a loving squeeze. His hand glides across the small of your back and over the ample flesh of your backside. He aggressively grabs a handful of your ass and you gasp against his lips. You giggle, blissed out and wrecked before anything has happened.

He backs you up into the bed before he carefully pushes you down onto the mattress, you do your best to scoot further so he has room to join you. He hops on and finds his solace between your legs, caressing your smooth skin as he follows a pathway to your shorts, he drags them down and tosses them wherever too preoccupied with the treasure that is in front of him. His brown eyes practically glow when his eyes land on your heat, you clench around nothing but anticipation and want, the need for his mouth on you is obvious and you have no intention of hiding it when you stretch your legs out further for him.

Oscar gets the message and runs one of his thick fingers down your slit and slowly plunging into your hole but you need more, and he knows, so he vanishes between your legs working his tongue through your lips and navigating its way to your clit which he finds in no time-- you weren't pregnant with your third for no reason, that man knew your body like he was studying for a quiz. He knew what you hated, knew what made you tick and explode like a bomb.

Your eyes close, and your body surrenders to him instantly when he massages your clit the right way. He licks and sucks on your bud like he was trying to drain you, rid you of your energy. You hold your legs up and your nails dig into your skin making crescent shapes on the back of your meaty thighs. He continues to lap up your pussy juices, you clench around his finger that had yet to make its way deeper inside her. As if he read her mind he slips his middle finger back inside, when he pulls back once more he adds his ring finger and your eye twitches.

"Mierda... fuck!" You whine at the extra sensation. You decide to let your legs rest on his shoulders, your hands now free to touch yourself. You rid yourself of your tank top and cup your breasts in each hand, you light massage them-- they weren't too sensitive today. Your mouth slacks open as he pumps you at a quicker pace. "Oooh!" You cry out.

You sit up on your elbows and get a glimpse of his back muscles flexing along with the movements of his arm. You giggle hazily when he hits a certain area, your toes curl when he continuously presses against your spot, your head falls back and his name flows from your lips. You inch back but he has a good grip on you. You cry out and plead for him to let up but it's no use, his tongue dives inside your aching hole and you clench around the muscle. He moans at your taste and smacks your thigh with appreciation. You fall back onto the bed, eyes falling to the back of your head.

He gives you one more lick before sitting up on his knees. He looks down at the panting state that you're currently in and takes the opportunity to dispose of his shorts and boxers, he's rock hard and can't wait any longer, his usual blush pink tip has become a cherry red shade. Oscar strokes himself while gliding his tip between your folds. "You think you'll be okay on all fours?" He asks and you nod. He helps you sit up and turn around, he grabs your pregnancy pillow and forms it in a way that you can rest your stomach inside and be a bit more comfortable. Once you are set you tell him you're ready.

Oscar grasps a handful of your cheeks with one hand while his cock lays in the other, he nudges your entrance once again and finally sinks himself inside--carefully. Your eyes flutter at the sensation, the feeling of him sliding against your sticky walls never gets old. He groans pulling back and pushing in once again. He bottoms out and fills you to capacity. You mutter something about him being so deep and feeling so full. He rocks his hips at a steady pace, he likes to make you feel everything.

Every stroke. Every hit. Every rotation of his hips is torturous. Your cheek is pressed against the sheets and your body rocks with every thrust he gives you. You whimper and sink your teeth into your bottom lip to muffle any more noises but it's a failed attempt when he spanks you, your body reacts by tightening its grip on his girth. He ditches the slow strokes and picks up his pace. The sound of your wet pussy squelching with every hit was like music to his ears along with the constant mumbles of his name that left your lips. "Papito, no puedo soportalo...fuck." (I can't take it anymore.)

He leans over and kisses the back of your shoulder, his chiselled chest is pressed against your back. His teeth nibbled at your ear, and his grunting mixed with a bit of whining was the only thing you could hear. Sounds of skin-to-skin erupted through the room and snuck its way through the halls.

"You can take me querida, you always take me so fucking well." He whispers hotly in your ear, you cry out over his words of encouragement. He sneaks his hands under you and toys with your clit. "You're squeezing this fucking dick, mierda, and you're so wet oh it's soaking me."

You can only croak out, "Oh, I'm cum-m-" before your body falls weak, goes limp, you convulse around his length and coat him nicely with your orgasm. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...ooooh Spookyyyy!" You drag out as you cream all over him, and he drags out your high continuing to pound into you like nobody's business-- as well as seeming to forget your current state. "I'm gonna cum in that fucking pussy, mama."

He rocks into you once more and stays like that, you feel him throb inside you and the warm spill of his seed spreads inside you. You hum in satisfaction and a smile is plastered on your face. "Shit..." He chuckles. "You good?"

You just nod completely lost in happiness. He gives you a little smack on your ass, a little sign of appreciation, he softens and pulls out leaving you empty and exposed with his nut and yours slowly leaking out of your pleased hole. You ease down to a more comfortable position and sigh, your eyes suddenly feeling heavy and your body sore and sleepy. Oscar rushes off to the bathroom for a clean rag, he runs it under warm water and returns to the room, he helps clean you up and once he is fine with the results he rinses it off again and tosses it on the dirty clothes hamper to dry a bit.

He comes back and closes the door behind him this time. "We got about an hour, rest, take a nap." But you're a step ahead of him, comfortable under the covers your body betrays you in the best way as it drifts off into slumber. Oscar smiles and joins you, he eases himself under the covers and pulls you closer to him, his fingers spread over your belly and he massages small circles on your skin. It was something that soothed him as well. "I love you, baby." He whispers. "We love you too." You mumble nuzzling into him.

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"Today was awesome!" Elliana cheered as she skipped inside the house. "Mrs. Havenwood let us watch a movie, we watched Elemental. And then she helped me with spelling some words, and I painted a flower."

You beamed at your energetic daughter who seemed to have a jitter-free day, she hadn't stopped talking about her day since you and Oscar picked her and Rafa up from school. "Well, I'm happy to hear you had such an eventful day. So no tears?"

Elliana proudly says, "No tears." You reach out for her and she runs to hug you, you kiss her temple. "That's my big girl."

"I can't wait to go back tomorrow. And maybe... maybe you and Papa don't have to come get me."

Your eyes widened. "En serio? The whole day?"

She nods eagerly. "Si! I'll be fine."

"I mean... if that's what you want-"

"Yay! Thank you! Is it okay if I go play video games with Rafa?"

You nod. "That's fine, but not gun games, por favor." You glare at the both of them. They say okay and head upstairs together leaving you dumbfounded, you were ecstatic that your daughter had such a great first day but you were expecting tears... a little bit of sadness considering your conversation with her at six this morning. Oscar looks at you and offers his hand, you take it and he kisses your knuckles. "Sounds like she had a great day."

"It does."

He tilts his head. "Expected her to be sad?"

"A bit."

He nods understanding. "I get it, but I think it just shows you did a great job preparing her. Especially this morning."

You suck your teeth. "You heard us?"

"I did. I know when my little princesa isn't around me. But I'm glad she's comfortable enough at this age to tell you how she truly feels, you encourage her to be herself all the time and I think that helped a lot with today." He sweet talks, your eyes turn into hearts and your bottom lip pokes out. "Thank you." You whisper leaning forward and smooching your lips on his.

He kissed your forehead after. "You're a great mom. That's why I'm already thinking about the baby after this one."

You holler. "Boy, no, this is the third and last."

"You said that about Elliana."

"Well, I mean it this time." You say firmly. He nods. "Whatever you say, ma. Whatever you say."

I had fun writing this so I hope yall have fun reading this. If you liked this fic, feel free to like this fic. Comments and reblogs are appreciated. see you in the next one. peace and love 🤙🏾

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mingsoooo · 25 days ago

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Cya Tmmr But Go Crazy Tonight

Paired : Jake & fem Reader

Genre: R18, romance, friends to lovers

Wordcount: 1.4k

Warning: nonconsent at a part (tiny part)

Author's note: Hurray! Rosie has dropped her song, and I am totally into it, so much so that I had to make a fic inspired by it. So, honestly, I liked it for the most part, but I think I need better ways to introduce the *Cuming* part. uh- it's kinda tough but I like it, so far. Enjoy~

"Apatsu apatsu!" All seven of you started to clap and shout around in loud voices. You were in Jake's apartment with his friends Sunghoon and Jay; even your friends Gauel and Yuujin were present. The soju shots were all kept in the 60-ml shot glasses.

The glowing golden lights were turned on, and the group had formed a circle on the floor.

"Eight," Jay sheepishly spoke, but contrary to him, all the introverts were loud enough to shake the entire room.

"ONE"

"TWO"

"thREEEE"

"FOuRRR~"

"FAAAIVE"

"sIXX"

"SEVEN." You giggled while placing your hand on top of Yuujin's. You had already had a fair share of drinks, making you intoxicated and lightheaded.

"Eight," Jake calmly placed his hand on top of yours. Um? It was kind of boney, and you could feel something cold pressing on your fingers. You swiftly turned your face towards Jake; your eyes tad bit grimy and the distance only a centimeter apart.

Jake's fresh grape-like scent from his breath hit your nostrils, which made you raise your eyebrows while your lips were kept in a slightly pouted form.

"WOOOO! It's time for the shot!" The girls suddenly started to clap and get loud, startling the two of you. Jake shook his head, and with a curled-up hand, he removed his hand. But for some reason, you felt brave~.

Without giving up, you continued to gaze at his hands, which were breath-taking. The way the silver rings stood out in his ring finger and the crest of the dragon stood proud and neat. How beautiful would it be if it were to be inside you?-

'uh!' Like a red beetroot, your face started to get flustered. The rush of blood towards only your cheeks made you look more drunk than your friends.

"Yeah, finally giving in to your inner feelings today?" Gaeul said with a smug on her face. Her eyes clearly spoke, 'I knew this day would come someday. Tsk tsk'.

"huh?" You tried to act oblivious and quickly left the chat and cheered for the next round of the game. While it was true that You and Jake had been great friends, you did not want to ruin it for a brief moment of attraction, or did you?

As the night continued, somewhere along the game, you could feel your head feel heavy, and while leaning on to Jake's warm shoulders, you fell into the slumber. ~

"Don't you want me the way I want you?" Jake's calm voice was like a lullaby, which woke you up from your short nap. Those words—you had clearly heard him and continued to feel his warm, rhythmic breath, which continued to blissfully entertain your ears.

"I do~" you managed to speak through your dry lips. Your throat felt coarse, and since the room was dark, you completely relied on your hyphened senses.

The moment Jake heard those words, he felt starstruck. His hearing almost stopped for a moment, and he swore he could jump out of the room. As he leaned closer to you, he could smell the fragrance of berries and the tinge of soju. It was citrusy, and he only felt more turned on.

Jake slowly landed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to his body. His body scooped you like a small spoon while landing his head on your shoulder. Your body curled, as only Jake's breath near your ears was turning you on.

As you continued to stay that way, your racing heart beat at the same acceleration as Jake's. You could feel his pounding heart, his fragrance, and his warm touch. But any closer, and you would cross a line that would never be mended.

Taking the brave step, Jake slipped his hand inside your shirt, reaching for your stomach while smoothing the tip of your shoulder. It felt wrong from every direction. But the flickering sensation took over your irrational heart. Each touch felt so right as Jake sensed your skin, touched every part, and reached for the perky breasts, which were waiting for his presence.

Skillfully, he unclasped your bra hook at the back, and at last, his hands reached for your bosom. A soft moan escaped your lips, and before you could even comprehend, you had suddenly gotten up.

'This is wrong. So wrong.' The thought loomed over your mind as you slipped out of Jake's reach and got off the door. Next to the room was the private bathroom, where you locked the doors and took deep breaths while thinking over your actions.

Meanwhile, Jake could feel his cells heightened up. He had never expected you to want him the way he wanted you. You were a cautious person, always looking out for any mistakes; barriers kept as tall as your height, arming your little heart.

But that was what he loved about you, and now that he had taken the step forward, he wanted to make sure you didn't think of it as a mistake because, for him, it was special.

'Clack!' You opened the door. Your face is much more awake, and your hair is tied to a bun. Your shoulders were slightly slouched, as you had no spirit to confront Jake. The lamp was turned on, and Jake got up from the edge of the bed.

"Y/n-ah~" there he goes with his sweet tongue. The way he softly called out your name, it brought a big group of butterflies playing inside your heart.

"Jake..." You muttered while gathering up the courage. In the midst of the sunny ground filled with butterflies, a storm came from nearby, eating up a part of your heart while your eyes lowered to the ground.

"Y/n-ah, is something the matter?" He placed his hand on your shoulder but you flinched away.

"This... that was so wrong. Can we just forget it?"

"...."

"Maybe you could, but I can't. I can't, especially when you react in such an indecent manner." Jake immediately pinged you to the wall behind you. While your breath hitched, Jake held one of the knees in-between your legs.

"Tell me if you dislike it~" Jake's grip around your wrist loosened, but his knee slowly pressed on to your sex, which was only covered with a single layer of pantie. Your skirt shifted around your thighs, meanwhile your shirt had a few of its buttons unbuttoned.

Jake continued to slowly grind his knee on your sex; his other hand groped your waist, almost making you purr with just the touch. His lips continuously left the fervently soft quilt-like kisses all over your shoulders, your collarbones, and on your neck.

The way he slightly bit your neck and then, with his tongue, soothed the bruised parts while your hips started moving with his knee. Your stomach felt warm and your mind illogically absurd. The burning feeling within your body and sex was smoldering.

You had never felt such a sensation; it was crazy and wild; it crossed all boundaries, but you wanted more. While Jake kissed you like a ferocious beast, your teary eyes lowered the gaze, meeting with his wild eyes. Your throat was hoarse; your moans were subtle, but the slight blush on Jake's cheeks and his agitated, perky ears were cute.

You wanted something more, something crazier, something special. As you continued to grind yourself on Jake's knees, you whispered, "Kiss me."

Jake promptly heard your words, which made him finally gaze at you. Your eyes were glistening, your skin was sweaty, and your lips were needy. The way you licked them was almost like an aphrodisiac.

"As you say," Jake's voice was gruff. He instantly captured your lips, which were also tending to your needy crotch. You could feel the strange burning sensation in your insides; it was close. You were close, and the kiss was like the sweet catalyst, increasing your pleasure.

The way Jake was slightly pushy yet still endearingly seizing your breath, your insides, and your soul. It was one of a kind, mesmerizing and enlightening. It was all you wanted. Something wild. As he continued to have a little duality with your tongue, your body started to shake. Your skin is slightly slapping against his. Jake continued to nudge your growing bud underneath the wet sex, and right at that moment, it all came down like a wave hitting the surface.

Your body felt as if it were in heaven. Your head felt extremely on cloud nine and breathless. Jake too was heaved while still holding on to your body as if you were his only boat in a sinking ocean. His head squished in your shoulder.

"Shall... we... go crazier?" Jake gasped for breath while shaking his head slightly as his hearing got to his eyes.

"Sure~"

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butchdykekondraki · 2 years ago

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ok time to be insane.

#[jay]#i havent drawn for THREEEE DAYS #im goijg to go draw the most feral suggestive art ever.

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potatoplace · 2 months ago

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Pregnancy cuteness stuff for you can have it (cause that's a ways off and I keep thinking about the cuteness of iiiiit)

If you don't want to know what cuteness lies ahead, feel free to skip this!

Feyre and Rhys are very adamant about getting reader pregnant- they try as often as you let them, and they're both firm believers that an omegas pleasure increases fertility

Your scent changes slowly, but once it's noticeable the two of them are all over you, constantly scenting you

Doctors visits are a weekly occurance for you, sometimes twice a week if one of them is fussing over a symptom you're having (usually Rhys)

Morning sickness is no joke, and one if not both of them are always there, holding your hair back

If one of them leaves your side for more than an hour or leaves the house, they bring you back a gift or treat.

Once you start having cravings, Feyre and Rhys go above and beyond to get you what you need- including cooking or baking for you (well, Feyre sits on the counter with you and looks cute/gives you aaall of the attention while the two of you watch Rhys)

When you sleep, Rhys and Feyre sleep on either side of you, Rhys closest to the door. They keep one hand on your bump at all times no matter which position you sleep in.

Once they can hear the baby's heartbeat, Feyre spends at least a half an hour with her ear to your stomach listening every day. When Rhys is feeling stressed and tired, the two of you curl up on a couch together, with you sitting on one end (with a pillow, of course) and Rhys laying with his head on your lap and an ear against your tummy.

They become even more protective, even going as far as to growl at any alphas that enter your bakery, until you finally break and put an end to it. They grovel a bit, and tone down their aggression towards everyone who comes within ten feet of you.

Once you start nesting, Feyre is always with you. She helps you do everything, coaxes you to eat and forces you to bathe even if she has to drag you from your nest (as much as it hurts her to hear you cry). Rhys brings replacements of fabrics every few days, and they switch them out while you're asleep. Rhys brings food for the both of you, and anything he thinks of that you might want- from cute stuffies to books to tea and treats.

You start having emotional outbursts after a couple of months, mainly over your alphas- how cute, pretty, sexy they are, if they get you something you cry about it until they hold you and stroke your hair.

When you're finally in labor, Feyre and Rhys are absolute messes. They take turns sitting behind you and supporting your body, but for every tear you shed, they shed one too (or more).

I'm just obseeeessed with these threeee I'm so excited for everything about this series! I can't wait for possessive, jealous Feyre and worry wart Rhys. I love them so much alreadyyy and I haven't even written them yeeeet

#you can have it #you can have it headcanons #feysand x reader omegaverse #feysand x reader #poly!feysand x reader #tato talks #feysand x pregnant!reader

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typicalopposite · 3 months ago

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DAY THREEEE!

For @bucktommypositivityweek! Prompt: meeting the family. Now you may be wondering can something be positive and yet have a deeper meaning that is actually kinda angsty. 🫣🫣 well the answer would be yes. iykyk…

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Buck lets himself in with the spare key Tommy gave him. He lifts up on the door as he pushes it open to soften the creak so Tommy doesn’t hear him come in. There’s a heavy scent of paint when he steps inside and he can hear Tommy’s muffled voice coming from somewhere towards the back. He slips off his shoes and tip toes further, gleefully anticipating how good he’s about to scare his boyfriend.

The door to the last room is cracked open: The guest room. Buck knows Tommy was planning on releasing his artistic creativity there today. It was a huge shock when Gerard took over the 118, and even if that doesn’t directly affect Tommy, it’s affecting Buck and that seems to bother Tommy worse than if he was back under Gerrard himself. So he needs an outlet. Art is his outlet.

If Buck startles a little accidental paint splatter out of Tommy… he’s just helping. Or something like that…

Buck nears the room, ready to throw the door open screaming like a banshee… when he hears a second voice; a woman’s voice.

“—and I haven’t seen you in almost half a year,” she says.

“I know,” Tommy sighs; Buck hears his crinkly footsteps walking around on the plastic covered carpet. “I’m sorry, it’s just been— it’s been busy.”

“Oh you hush apologizing,” she says, so lighthearted Buck can hear the smile in her voice. “I know you can’t just drop your life to come up here, and besides with that old—” she stops and Buck swears she growls; he has to cover his mouth to muffle the startled laugh it causes. “—that old dirty rat in charge of your old station… I can imagine your mind is all over the place worried about Evan and your friends.”

So she knows who Buck is, but who is—

“It’s already so bad, Mama…” Tommy sighs. Ooooh, Buck thinks. “He is being so awful… I hate it.” Buck lifts his hand and gently knocks on the room's door— deciding not to scare Tommy's next abstract masterpiece out of him— and Tommy startles anyway. “Evan?!”

“Evan?!” His mom repeats. “Hi Evan— wait, am I on speaker? Tommy put me on speaker…”

“You’re on speaker mom…” Tommy says, his face starting to turn a light shade of pink.

“Hi!” she says again, bright and cheery, Buck can’t help but smile.

“H- Hey, Mrs. Kinard—”

“Oh goodness! Call me Mrs. K,” she says. Everyone does, all the way back to when Tommy was in school.”

“Yes ma’am,” Buck laughs.

“Oh and he’s so polite!” Buck smirks at the eye roll Tommy gives his phone. “How are you doing, sweet pea?”

Tommy hands Buck the phone, mouthing ‘have fun’ with a quick peck to his lips. He goes back to his opened can of paint and dips his brush in, pulls it out and flings the paint at the wall, making random streaks of color across the white background. “I’m good, thanks. How about you?”

Buck talks to Mrs. K for almost an hour; he doesn’t even mean to, she’s just so easy to carry on a conversation with… just like Tommy. He hears embarrassing stories (that have Tommy threatening to drop the phone in a paint can), and shares some with her (that have Tommy threatening to drop a paint can on Buck). “Well, I better let you go before Tommy gets too jealous,” she teases. “Tell him to bring you up here so we can meet properly, okay?”

“I’d love that,” Buck says, and promises he’ll talk with her more another time before hanging up.

By now Tommy is covered in paint and the room is as well; both looking like chaos, Buck wants a part of that… So he finds an extra paint brush and dips it in the nearest can, pulling it out and swiping it across Tommy butt while he’s working on a design. He yelps and turns, taking his own brush across Bucks forehead with a playful “Simba”.

They quickly go full on paint fight, and Buck can’t help but make a mental note to thank Mrs. K for raising such an amazing human, and to mention a trip up to NorCal as soon as they can get some days off together.

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