#celebrity pregnancy

[taylorvaughnsaidso]

K SHE IS PREGNANT! Yay for pregnancy speculation being over with SDKFMSDKFs

[theomenmedia]

Bollywood Pregnancies That Broke The Internet!

Guess who's expecting in B-Town? From Deepika & Ranveer to Yami & Aditya, Bollywood's star power just got more adorable!

[abignewscom]

Gisele Bündchen, 44, is Pregnant, Expecting Baby with Boyfriend Joaquim Valente

Gisele Bündchen, the world-renowned supermodel, has yet another reason to shine. At the age of 44, she is reportedly expecting her third child, her first with boyfriend Joaquim Valente, a Jiu-Jitsu instructor. This exciting news comes just two years after her highly publicized divorce from NFL superstar Tom Brady. The couple, who started dating in June 2023, is thrilled to welcome a new member…

[thescoopess]

Jessie James Decker pregnant! Singer Expecting baby Number 4 with Husband Eric

Jessie James Decker and her husband, ‘Eric’ are going to be parents to four. She’s pregnant with baby number 4. The 35-year-old singer and television personality is expecting her fourth child with her husband, former professional football player Eric Decker. Decker shared the news Tuesday on Instagram sharing a video of herself stepping onto a balcony sipping a drink showing off her baby bump in…

[northopalshore]

Dorotheus Of Sidon:

Predicting the number of children you'll have

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This post is based on a DM I got recently, I didn't have time to explain to them as clearly as possible so I thought it would be interesting to touch on a Dorotheus of Sidon method; derived from writings in Carmen Astrologicum specifically to predict the number of children you'll have. Masterlist

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This is a brief post explaining how the method is used to predict the number of children one will have.

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♀Step 1:

•So to begin, look at the sign your Jupiter is in. Then look for their triplicity lords ; It’s an old concept, similar but less "impactful" compared to domicile, exaltation, exile and fall.

•This is a Hellenistic/medieval astrology method, so it's done using WHOLE SIGNS. Other than that Pluto, Chiron, Neptune & Uranus will not be taken into account for the calculations.

♀Step 2:

•Determine the triplicity lords (rulers) of said sign & it's order according to your chart (day vs night) .

For example, if your Jupiter is Aries and Sun is in the 7th-12th house (day chart) Your triplicity rulers are Sun-Jupiter-Saturn while if your sun is in the 1st-6th house (night chart) it's Jupiter-Saturn-Sun.

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Here is a reference chart you can use; from Anthony Louis (Astrology & Tarot blog).

Fertile signs & sterile (non-fertile) signs (top)

Fairly fertile signs & fairly sterile signs (bottom)

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♀ Rules:

According to Dorotheus, fire signs & earth signs are "sterile", water signs are considered fertile & air signs are.. somewhere in the middle. HOWEVER , please stick to the chart above on this matter for the sake of calculation.

If Mars or Saturn is present in any of the signs from the AC to the triplicity lord, that will signify a loss or miscarriage.

If Jupiter or Venus is present then the chance of having children is doubled. The same can be said if the sign is double bodied (Pisces, Sagittarius, Virgo,Gemini). Could also mean twins.

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♀Step 3:

•To determine where you start applying this concept, look at where your triplicity lords & determine which one is stronger (day vs night).

•For example, with an Aries Jupiter in a day chart Sun is more dominant than Jupiter. From there, count the number of signs from the ascendant to the dominant triplicity lord.

♀Step 4:

•Determine whether those signs are in good placement or not (refer to the sterile vs fertile chart given).

♀Timing:

The timing of this method is rather vague, but it does give an estimate. If the triplicity lords are in the ascendant or midheaven, (assuming they are fertile & benefic) then the native will have a child in their youth which is like 20s to early 30 (personally, I believe if Part of Fortune is present it will also indicate this).

On the other hand, if these lords come after the 1st house towards the 7th or even 8th house then they're likely to have a child in their middle ages (during/after late 30s).

William Lilly also has a method of predicting timing (mostly answering the question whether the individual will get pregnant/a child that year or now). Though, I'm not really going to touch on the "timing" topic in this post.

♀Examples:

Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson has 3 children (that we know of). His Jupiter is Libra & he has a night chart. His triplicity lords are Mercury -Jupiter-Saturn. Mercury is stronger than Saturn so we'll count from the AC to his mercury ( following the zodiacal order) so there are 5 signs ; Aquarius, Capricorn, Sagittarius, Scorpio & Libra.

However, Capricorn is sterile & Saturn is in Sagittarius. So that leaves Scorpio, Aquarius & Libra. Three children.

Still don't understand? See simplified version here.

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Beyoncé

Beyoncé has Jupiter in Libra, and she has a day chart so her triplicity lords are Saturn- Mercury- Jupiter. Saturn is stronger than Mercury here. So we'll be counting from the ascendant to her Saturn.

There's just 1 sign; Libra because it's in the same house. However, she has Saturn, Jupiter & Venus here. Jupiter and venus are benefic planets which indicate double children or twins. (2 for each sign) however, since saturn is here one may not manifest. She lost her first child to a miscarriage (saturn influence). So, there are 3 left. She has one daughter and two twins.

Note: usually if the triplicity lord is in the ascendant, there will be no children/one child depending on the sign (especially if saturn is present) however, that also depends on the other planets occupying this house as well as the sign it's in.

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Northopalshore (gaia)

Predicting my children; My Jupiter is also in Libra. I have a day chart. My Jupiter triplicity lords are Saturn-Mercury-Jupiter.

Saturn is stronger than Mercury, so I'll be counting from my ASC to Saturn. There are 7 signs; Aquarius, Capricorn, Sagittarius, Scorpio, Libra, Virgo & Leo.

Capricorn, Virgo & Leo are sterile. Mars is in Scorpio. So there's Sagittarius (w venus), Aquarius, & Libra. So I'll likely have 3-4 children. With a possible miscarriage because of mars. Also since I have Saturn in my 5th house ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ ⁠ᴥ⁠•̥⁠`⁠ʔ.

(I thought I'd have like 1-2 but I guess that's what you get for being nasty.)

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***disclaimer: educational purposes only, reader discretion is advised***

Thanks for reading ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

@northopalshore

@northopalshore children in astrology 2024.

[ladysherreeamore]

What's the difference?

Some of you are saying don't say Nic is pregnant, she hasn't said it so we shouldn't assume, that's fat shaming, you're delulu, etc...

I want to know why we can't acknowledge what's infront of our eyes? Is it because you think she isn't? You can't think it's fat shaming because those are two different situations. Fat shaming is when you look at someone's body and say mean cruel thing but when you notice someone is pregnant, it is the most beautiful and precious thing in the world. Do you only think it's fat shaming because of her size?

So many celebrities have fans notice their pregnancy and this is no different. Nicola hides it well but at times she does show it off on purpose. She knows a lot of us can see she is pregnant so she teases us. It's more than just seeing her belly grow that let a lot of us believe she's pregnant.

1. We know she loves wearing light colors but she's been seen in so much black (black hides baby bumps).

2. She touches her belly often and even posed touching her belly on purpose.

3. She often looks uncomfortable holding her back as if she's in pain.

4.When Luke and Nic were at the pub drinking Guinness in galway Nic didn't drink and she poured hers out.

5. The way she stood at the Kate Spade event with her hands tucked under her belly (i've only done this while pregnant) people who gain weight wouldn't want to draw attention to this area but pregnant women will unconsciously do these types of gestures.

6. She wears baggy clothes or uses other creative techniques to hide the baby bump.

7. JVN has done a lot of garden post and they coincide with tracking a pregnancy.

8. When Nic wore her dress for Kate Spade we noticed her legs are still small so she didn't seem to gain weight anywhere else so.

9. Her belly is past her very large boobs.

10. She has worn maternity clothes multiple times, including for the Time article and the Big Boys premiere.

11. JVN did a random post about a stroller (supposedly for his dog but never seen again).

12. She is wearing her rings on her ring fingers as if they don't fit her middle fingers anymore.

13. She wears clothes from the past, but we see it fits more snug when it used to be loose.

I will show you pictures of Halle Bailey when she was hiding her pregnancy.

She is also a celebrity who was pregnant and fans speculated she was, but why was is okay to notice her pregnancy and talk about it but it's not okay to talk about Nic's?

When we saw Halle obviously pregnant, she still didn't annouce it but we all knew. They would post videos in their home hiding the baby but we heard a baby cry in the background and she still said nothing. Finally after getting tired of hiding they post videos with the baby either of the back of his head or they would blur his face until they were ready to show the world.

We aren't delulu for thinking she's pregnant and we aren't body shaming when the clues are everywhere, you just need to open your eyes to notice what's right in front of you.

Now i'll ask this again, what's the difference?

[coochiequeens]

So glad she got away from the dude. And the church coming out to support her instead of just pleading for her to stay because...... "divorce makes Jesus sad" is a pleasant surprise.

[astroa3h]

Transit Chart: Pregnancy Indicators 👶✨🍼

Let’s talk about how the stars can give us some clues about pregnancy. Yes, you heard me right – we’re diving into those cosmic hints that might indicate a bun in the oven. So grab your transit chart and let’s get into it!

✨Transits to the 5th House: Okay, so the 5th house is like the VIP lounge for creativity and kids. When you’ve got big-deal planets like Jupiter (the planet of expansion) or Venus (the love goddess) hanging out or throwing aspects at your 5th house, it’s a major cosmic green light for fertility.

✨Transits to the Moon: Speaking of the Moon, it’s our celestial mama bear, ruling over emotions and, you guessed it, motherhood. When transit Jupiter or Venus make a beeline to your Moon, think of it as the universe giving you a fertility boost. It’s like the stars are aligning for a baby boom.

✨Jupiter Transits: Jupiter’s the ultimate hype planet, all about growth and good vibes. So when Jupiter swings through your 5th house or starts flirting with your Moon, Venus, or the ruler of your 5th house, it’s practically shouting, “Hey, it’s baby time!”

✨Saturn Transits: Now, Saturn’s got a bit of a reputation as the strict dad of the zodiac, but don’t count it out. A positive Saturn transit to your Moon or 5th house can actually mean it’s a great time to start a family. Think stability and structure – Saturn’s all about the long haul.

✨Venus Transits: Venus is all about love, beauty, and yes, fertility. When Venus is making nice with your Moon, your 5th house, or its ruler, the stars are basically rolling out the red carpet for pregnancy vibes. Especially when transit Venus is in the sign of Cancer.

Keep an eye on those transits and see what the cosmos might be hinting at for you. Remember, astrology’s all about potential and possibilities, so stay open to the magic of the universe!

xoxo Astro Ash Get your own reading: astroash.net 🤍✨

[taylorvaughnsaidso]

I'm going to guess maybe go out on a limb here the pregnancy speculation was just that. A zipped up hoodie...

okay edit: spoke too soon but STILL I can't tell. WHAT IS THE TRUTH

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price and his very pregnant wife, Mary standing next to their future baby daughter's crib - April 1962

[cillianmurphysdimples]

A Female Y/N / Cillian fanfic (Part Twenty Eight)

Absolutely not based on anything real at all, all totally fictional, fanciful and all total bollocks..

Warnings for sexual references and language. Adult themes. Not suitable for under 18s.

We Got Issues

Part Twenty Eight: Cillian's return to the hotel room threatens to ignite a second round of battles, and Y/N does her best to keep her cool. When the options she suggests rock Cillian's bad temper, it has a shifting effect on both of their moods. Y/N makes the decision to put a little distance between them, ato allow Cillian to focus on his final period of filming without added pressures. He doesn't want to let her leave at all, but definitely not without being completely sure that she knows how he feels, and that she's secure in what lies ahead for them. [Angsty/Anxiety themes. Sexual scenes]

@cherry-cilly @dragonsneversharetheirtreasure @aesthetic0cherryblossom @meister95 @vivianleighwishesshewasme @strangeions @watermeezer @meadowshelby @lavender-haze-01 @borntodiemp3

Use of the word “fag” for cigarette: Cillian himself uses this word a lot, and generationally it's a common word for cigarette in the UK and Ireland. It's definitely less used these days, but older generations (I'd say early 90s and back) do still use it, myself and family members included. It is absolutely not meant in the derogatory form that the same word can be used. Please, please, don't take offence.

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You're showered, dressed, and blow drying your hair at the large mirror fixed to the wall when Cillian returns to the room, just over an hour after he had disappeared. Where he's been all this time in his pyjamas, exactly, you don't know. You look at him with as neutral an expression as you can hold as he shuts the door behind him and stands at the door, with his hands in his jacket pockets, staring at you with a firm frown and gnawing on his bottom lip. You flick the switch on the hairdryer and toss it down to the floor beside your suitcase. You feel hot - stuffy in general and made worse by drying your hair on the highest heat setting - and your nausea has been building for a while, too, and you fear actually vomiting up the cup of tea you forced down could be a real possibility. “I'm going to go home.” You say, and you try hard not to have any edges to your tone. “I have work to do, and some of it is better done in the law office. You're busy, and focused on work. And, frankly, it's no good for either of us, me being in the middle of your job.”

He flares his nostrils and sniffs, then nods his head slowly. His brows rise up his forehead just as slowly, and he tilts his head to the right a little. “Okay,” he says. His voice is a little husky, and you wonder just his many cigarettes he'd smoked whilst he was being a mardy arse wherever he'd sulked off to. You're a little hurt that there's no further words on your decision - no stay, no agreement with a little sadness, nothing. As you continue looking at one another, he eventually shrugs his shoulders and sort of frowns, and pulls an infantile face that makes him look like a grumpy teenage boy. It's almost like he's saying ‘’so what?’ and you want to slap him! He drops his shoulders and draws his hands from his jacket pockets so that he can undo the zip and pull it off. He throws it forwards and it lands on the unmade bed. “Booked the flight?” He asks.

You scoff at his coldness, and take a deep breath. “Not yet - but there's an Aer Lingus one at two.” you say softly. Your throat feels tight and you can feel the threat of tears in your eyes - you blink quickly, willing them away. “My passport is in your travel wallet so, um, I'll need that to book…”

“It's in my case.” He says, and there is zero emotion as he speaks. He's still standing by the door, and his arms are folded across his chest. He turns to the side and braces his left hand against the wall in front of him as he kicks off his trainers. They thump against the baseboard as he fires them towards the wall, and his face is still firm when he turns again. He walks towards the bed and picks up his phone from the bedside locker. You'd realised he hadn't taken it with him about a quarter of an hour after he had left, when you called him to talk and it had vibrates noisily beside his pillow. tHe silently occupies himself with it for a moment, standing with his back to you, then places it down again before he turns around to you. “You can't run away when the baby arrives, you know?” He swallows hard, and his Adam's apple visibly bobs in his throat.

“Like you just did?” You ask, and immediately realise that you've broken your promise to yourself not to take a tone with him. “You've been gone for over an hour, Cill. You didn't even take your phone and I didn't know where you were. Don't stand there with the pout and the fucking eyes, and tell me I'm running away.”

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip then noisily breathes in and out through his nose, and you anticipate his reply anxiously. “I just went out for a fag.” He says, and you can hear a subtle softening of his sharper tone - but it hasn't vanished.

“It takes an hour to smoke a cigarette?” You shake your head. “Bollocks, Cillian. Complete bollocks!” You purse your lips angrily, then calm yourself with two deep breaths. “Cill, I don't want to leave in a fight.” You sigh. You bring both hands up to your face and push your hair back from either side of your face. “I don't want to fight full stop.” You shake your head slowly as you lower your arms again, and you place your hands on your hips. “I know you're freaking out about this. I am, too. But I don't want to fight…” you clamp your lips together as your chin begins to quiver. You bring your right hand up and push against your eyes as you lose the determination to hold off your tears. You sniff as you bring your hand down, and the tears continue to roll from your eyes and down your flushed cheeks. “I know we have to talk all of this through, and you'll want to talk to Malachy and Aran - and Yvonne. And I know that's stressful to think about. You've still got work, and obligations here, and back home when you're done, and I know that you don't need the added stress. But we're gonna have a baby, because I will not terminate. And I want to have this baby, our baby, Cill, even though it's scary and it's going to cause…God knows what kind of shit storm.” You sniff and bring your hand up again, wiping your eyes and nose in the arm of your long sleeve t-shirt. “If you don't want a baby, then we need a serious talk about where you and I go from here.”

“Stop,” he shakes his head immediately. “Y/N.” He purses his lips and noisily blows out a long, hard breath. “Fuck,” he shakes his head again. “I don't want you to have an abortion, you know that. I am fucking petrified here, and I know you are too, but that would never make me want you to do that. Are ya listening to me? I don't want that. I want you, and if we're going to have baby, then we're gonna have a fucking baby. And it is stressful, and I don't know what's gonna happen going forward now, but I am not even fucking considering going anywhere else in my life without you. D'ya hear me?” He drops his attitude a little more, and he walks towards you. He stops a foot in front of you and you can smell the cold air from outside and cigarette smoke off him. “And it's gonna be you, and me, and that wee one in there. And yeah, sure it might well be a fucking nightmare for a while, and telling the lads and Yvonne is probably going to rock the fucking boat, but I still don't want you to have a fucking abortion. Okay? I am stressed out, and I'm an arsey prick, I know - and I'm sorry - and I know I upset you with what I said before, but I didn't mean to. And sure, you lost the head, and I lost the head right back at ya. I am sorry. But please, don't be talking like that, like you want to end it with us, because I can't cope with that, with the idea that you even think that, or think that I want that.”

“I don't, I just… I don't want you to be trapped by something you're not sure you want.” You shrug as the words come out quietly.

“Y/N I have never felt trapped with you, with us, right - never.” He insists quickly, and his face is animated. He reaches out his right hand and cups it against your cheek, and thumbs away the tear that falls. “I love, and we're gonna love this baby. It isn't gonna be easy, and while I'm shit scared about that, I'm prepared for it too. And I know I've to grow up a wee bit here and accept all the shit that's gonna change.* You sniff and smile a little as he laughs at himself..”Ah, Y/N,” he sighs, bringing his hand down from your face. “C'mere, will ya,” he opens out his arms and steps closer again, and wraps his arms around you. He pulls you in, one hand in the back of your head as you nestle your face in the crook of his neck, and the other around your back. “We're gonna have a baby,” he says as he gently rocks your two bodies together, a slow side to side, and then hums softly. “Jesus, Y/N - you're going to be a Mammy and you're gonna be brilliant. And whatever the fuck happens, I am going to be right fucking there. I promise.”

You nod your head against his neck, ��Thank you,* you whisper against his skin. “I'm sorry - I know I'm difficult, I don't mean to be.” You draw your head back slightly. He doesn't restrict your movements, but he keeps his hand on the back of your head. You lock your eyes to his, searching for the honesty you can always find there. “I'm not naive or deluded about this, I know there are going to be things that are difficult or upsetting. And I'm really scared. But I want to be happy, Cill. I'm having your baby. I want to be happy with you over that.”

“I want to be happy with you too - and when the shock wears off, I'll be praising my bollocks, I promise,” he smirks, and you're actually thankful for the comical tension breaker. He smiles a little brighter, and you can see the glint of tears in his tired eyes. “We're having a fucking baby,..” he whispers. He moves his head forwards and presses his lips gently against yours. It is a featherlight kiss and your lashes flutter against your cheeks as you close your eyes. He kisses you again, applying a little more pressure, and turns his head slightly as he parts his lips just a little.

Passion grows quickly, and your raise both of your hands to cup around his cheeks as he starts to introduce an insistent tongue. His hand around the back of your head tightens a tad, gripping into your hair, and he hungrily assaults your lips with kisses that emit tiny sounds each time they break and recatch. His left hand on your back is moving steadily downward, and it doesn't take long to to cup around the cheek of your arse over your leggings. His fingers knead gently, and he draws your pelvis closer, kisses unrelenting. The feeling of his steadily stiffening penis against your groin is clear through the flannel material of his pyjamas, and the boxer shorts you know that he has on beneath. The feeling of your body against his obviously sends pleasure-filled pulses through his body, as he pulls you harder against him again with that still kneading hand on your arse, subtly humping you through all of the material. Make up sex, you consider, would be the perfect breakfast - and perhaps will send him to set in a couple of hours in a more relieved and relaxed mood. He removes his hand from your hair, but still he seeks out his desperately needy kisses. His mouth seems loathe to leave yours, but you're not at all put out. The softness of his pillowy lips and his shyly wandering tongue are a definite turn on, made even better by the hum-like sighs and eager huffs through his nose as he refuses to stop the snogging to breathe deeply. His free hand moves down your back and, for a moment, assists his left hand in cupping your arse and pulling your pelvis to his. He's harder now, and it's as much of a tease for you to feel it as it is a stimulation against his aching erection for him. He moves his right hand again, though, and begins lifting the hem of your long t-shirt. You move your hands from his cheeks to allow him to drag the top off your body, and smile against his lips as he immediately seeks out his kisses once again.

You mirror his actions and pull at his pyjama top, freeing him from it quickly, and drop it to the floor. You place both of your hands against his chest, cupping over his defined pecks, and feel a small swell of arousal as his small nipples harden against your palms. His hands are gone from your backside as his fingers fumble at the clasp of your favourite orange and white bra. You're surprised when he willingly removes his mouth from yours so that he can peer over your shoulder to watch his fingers as he finally unhooks your bra. You chuckle as he paws at your shoulders for the straps, and tears the satin-like bra away from your body, immediately grasping your breasts in his hands. He cups the weightier teardrop shape of your boobs in his palms, and kneads gently, his thumbs moving back and forth across your nipples until your mouth falls open and those little nubs are teased to attention. He smirks as he captures your open mouth, kissing fiercely, and moves his hands around your back. Your love the feeling as your breasts are forced between your two bodies, nipples kept alive as they graze over the skin and light smattering of hair over his chest. He brings his kisses along your jawline as his hands sit at the waistbands of your leggings and knickers. He peppers light kisses up towards your ear before he slowly bringing them down your neck. You know immediately that he knows what he is doing as you raise your shoulder when his light kisses move along your neck, into the crook and down along your shoulder before slowly working back again. Each airy kiss against your neck makes your skin pucker with goosebumps and makes you squirm and giggle a little, as you grow ticklish under his lips and tongue. He huffs a breathy laugh against your moistened body, and doesn't relent in teasing your stimulated skin. His light kisses move back towards your shoulder again, and once again he draws back towards the crook of your neck, and laughs more intentionally, finally lifting his face away, as you squirm more, pushing your body against his, as he sends ticklish delight coursing through you.

He stands looking at you with a cheeky, half-lidded expression. He's arousal drunk, and his hands on your hips and soft, slow, horny-teenager thrusts against your pubic area - though you're both still clothed from the waist down - aren't needed to tell you that. “Take me to bed.” You say in a whisper, moving your face close to his. His mouth opens and his chin moves forwards, hungry for more of the kisses he so desperately loves, and you hover your lips just millimeters away from his. “Take me to bed,” you repeat. “I want to feel you on top of me…and inside of me…”

You don't know if it's your teasing over the kisses, the tone of your voice, the words you'd shamelessly uttered, or the fact that he was tipping himself closer by all but dry humping you, but something lights a fire under him. He moves his hands from your hips and takes your hand, dragging you with wide strides over to his claimed side of the bed. As you stop at the edge, he stands immediately in front of you and hastily pushes his fingers into the waistband of your leggings and knickers together, pushing them down past your buttocks. He doesn't bend to take them further, but he captures your mouth with his and slides his right hand down your abdomen and courses straight down over your neat thatch of neat pubic hair and curves his fingers over, cupping his four fingers around your entire shape. While you gasp at the contact, he sighs hard into your mouth as his hand is filled by your vulva. His thumb moves in small circles over your already tumescent clitoris. You reach up your arms and snake one hand up into his hair whilst you grip against his shoulder with the other. He twists his wrist slightly so he can angle his hand better, and he slowly slips his middle finger into your vagina. The sensual assault is total - his thumb still on your clit in slow circular motions, his hand cupping around your vulva, and his middle finger moving in and curling delicately upwards to stroke against the one spongey spot he knows will weaken your knees. Your fingers grip tighter in his hair and this time it is you who has a fever in the kiss. He's clearly enjoying pleasing you as his mouth drops open, ruining your ability to kiss him as deeply as you want, and he speeds up his hand a little. You gasp as his hand moves, and you can feel the ability in your legs to hold you up beginning to dwindle. Then, just like that, he stills his hand. He withdraws his finger and simply keeps his hand cupped over your shape once again. You tug at his hair and push your lips to his again, claiming the kiss he'd broken a moment before. Then he takes his hand away completely and, with his other hand, pushes lightly against your shoulder to encourage you to sit down onto the bed. Once you're seated, he crouches down onto the balls of his feet, knees spread out wide, and drags your leggings and knickers down off your legs entirely, tossing them to the floor.

He rises back up and, as he stands before you, you reach out both of your hands and pull the cord on his pyjama bottoms to loosen the waist. You push them quickly down his thighs and they drop down to his feet. You run your hand down from his bellybutton, trailing your finger along the line of dark hair that begins to widen its thin streak as it disappears into his underwear. The light grey Calvin Klein boxershorts that are always tight to his skin are puckered into a firm tent, and his cock strains inside them. There's a telltale darkened patch off at a diagonal angle to the left side where he's leaking desperately, and his penis has twitched itself into any space it can find as it swelled and grew. You peer up at him with raised eyebrows, and trace your index finger along the shape of the underside of his penis. He hisses a breath in through his teeth and you watch his cock attempt to jerk against the tight fabric. This won't do, you think to yourself, poor thing needs its freedom. Still, you tease him once again and run your entire hand up along his length, stopping at the darkened patch; with keen eyes, you watch it darken further as he leaks again. You take pity at last and push your fingers in along the waistband by each hip and slowly push his underwear down. That happy trail of hair gives way to a patch of dark hair, and as his underwear is finally pushed away, his firm, thick penis twitches and stands hard and lightly curved. His foreskin is still in place but it is screaming against the new thickness, and the darkened and glistening head of his penis is visible at the tip. You push his underwear all the way down his legs, joining the pyjama bottoms, and then you take his proud erection in your left hand and begin to stroke slowly. You give his head the exposure it's been craving, dragging his foreskin down with your second stroke, and the groan Cillian huffs out is astounding. You slide your thumb over the stickiness at the head and allow it to aid you in gliding your hand up and down his cock. You move your hand quickly, though you're going to be careful not to just end this in a handjob or giving head - you want him inside you, you want his body on top of you. You need that intense intimacy after the morning you've had. This is reunifying, and you need it. Bringing your hand to the base of his penis, you arch your back to lean forwards and you take him into your mouth with your tongue cupped around the underside of his firm shaft. He immediately groans again, and he involuntarily thrusts into your mouth. You move your hand, and place your hands on his hips as you bob your head back and forth, licking and slurping, paying attention to the underside of his head with the tip of your tongue each time you pull back. He's mumbling and thrusting in a completely uncontrolled attempt to fuck your face. Giving one last sink down onto his entire length, you draw back completely and allow the cool air to hit his wet cock.

You place your hands back onto the mattress and sort of crab walk backward until you're in the centre of the bed. He doesn't take his time in kicking the clothes off his feet and climbing up onto the bed. With no fear of consequences now, you know he's looking forward to fucking you freely and you're desperate to feel that ridiculously arousing sensation of his semen pumping into you. You lay back as he moves on his knees. You're unabashed in your openness as you spread your knees when he comes closer. He crawls between the legs, his hands either side of your body as he hovers above you. He leans down and pushes his lips to yours, and for a split second you wonder if he can taste himself on your mouth. He sighs as he pushes his nose against yours, and draws a circle with the tip of his nose around the soft tip of yours. You smile as you bring your arms up around his back and shoulders, and you prepare yourself for the feeling of fullness you've been wanting since he kissed you first. He reached his right hand down between your bodies and guides himself up and into the vagina. You close your eyes and breathe out a shuddering sigh as he pushes in immediately deeply - he's slow and careful, but he goes all the way. You wrap your legs up over his lower back, your feet crossed at the ankles and resting at the cleft.of his arse. He quickly starts increasing his movement speed, but he isn't slamming into you. His mouth is open and his eyes are fixed on your face, but you can see he's blown out completely in his mind at the feeling of his cock against your soft walls after so long with a barrier. He thrusts deeply and you can feel his balls against your vulva each time he pushes in. His hips aren't snapping wantonly, and instead he moves his entire body to allow him to keep his steadier pace and prolonged depth inside of you. The way his body moves on top of you draws a quickly achieved clitoral orgasm and you moan and bite your lip as you feel yourself tightening against his gliding cock.

He captures your sighing mouth with his and kisses the last of your moans into his own mouth. And he's sighing those ‘’getting so close' higher pitched moans into your face. He continues to move, controlled and deep. Each move he makes slides the head of his penis against that wonderfully magical area inside of you. You're not sure if he'll last long enough for you to cum again this way, but it feels so good that you don't even care. His sighs are breather and louder, and you slide one hand up higher, up along his neck and onto the back of his head. He pushes harder into you with each deep thrust and you know it's now. In a rare, more vocal display, he groans loudly as he pushes into you again, and you hold him tightly as his cock twitches inside of you whilst he holds that deep position. He groans long and loud into your face, eyes close tightly and mouth slack, and he empties into you. It's all very intense for him, you can tell, as his body begins to tremble viciously. By the way it feels inside of you, he's emptying just as intensely. His penis jerks wildly up against your sensitive walls, and you find yourself soothing him through the overwhelm. He rests his sweaty forehead against yours and he's gasping for air.

“Holy shit…” he sighs and sort of laughs. He groans as his body shivers randomly, and you can't remember a time when he's cum so hard before. “Shit, Y/N.” His chest heaves against yours before he slowly pulls himself backwards then drops into a pile of languid limbs beside you.

You chuckle a little, “I've never heard you like that before.” You say, not daring to move though you're desperate to be on your side and lie face to face with him, just to drink in his sated face.

“I think I'm empty.,” He breathed raggedly, then laughs. You turn your head as he giggles, smiling at the sound. His tongue sits against his lower teeth as his melodic and cheeky laugh lingers for a moment. “My legs are fucking jelly.” He laughs again, and he blinks sleepily. “I'm not fit to fucking fart, never mind shower and get out on set.”

You smile at his very sleepy face, and know the risk of him nodding off after that display is very real. “Cill, love, you can't sleep.* You reach out and tap your hand against his hip. “Get up! And get me a towel or something…” It's quiet for a moment before he laughs, and reluctantly pushes himself up from the comfort of the inviting duvet. He groans as he stands up, beside the bed, and he swallows hard around his sticky dry mouth. You watch him run his tongue around in an attempt to moisten it. “,How's the stress now?” You ask, only half serious.

He reaches to the floor and stands back up with his pyjama top in his hands, and hands it to you with raised eyebrows. “I couldn't care less if a bomb went off.,” He grins, and he throws the top at you. “Use that.”

“Cill, that's disgusting.” You grimace.

“It'd be worse if you get it all over the sheets and then we've to sleep in them.” He points at you, and his sense of humour is back to the man you know and love. “Because you're staying, aren't you?”

Still lying, spread-eagle on the bed, you smile at him. You nod your head, “Nowhere else I want to be.”

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[zuzu-romeave]

highlights of the new episode except ur gona notice a theme

jo hyping up dana with very aggressive compliments was so cute!! n danas little “i can always count on you for that” is so !!! she likes jo so much i really am loving the whole trios dynamic this season

dana calling jo and brad “babes” i just think thats cute

jo n brad being so ready to find/plant dirt on the other nominees and dana having to hold them back is so fun to me!!! shes not even discouraging them shes just saying to take a break and celebrate its so adorable <33

brad saying hes gona break into cars to rearrange stuff and steal the owners sense of security (theres smth deeply wrong with him and i love it)

jo pushing away the other game developer cuz she noticed dana getting upset!!

also the jo n dana height difference is rlly cute (jo bends down to show dana the pictures she took and i just thought that was so adorable)

im a sucker for putting brad in a predator/predator dynamic so i actually did like the scenes with him and anna (minus the romantic vibes i just dont dig brad with anyone romantically so i am choosing to ignore that part)(although i have aro thoughts about brad comparing anna to kate)

i liked that brad and anna spoke in polish almost exclusively idk why i just thought it was nice

anna not knowing who kate is was very fun for me. i find the fact that brad mentions kate (in breaking brad and now second skeleton) very blatantly (almost casually) but never offers up an explanation as to who she was very interesting! like he needs people to know about her because she was so important to him, or maybe he just cant help himself from mentioning her, but he cant handle being vulnerable enough to give any explanation as to who she was

dana getting worked up over (lovingly) being called yara’s “games industry mama” is great to me especially considering a few episodes ago dana was complaining about being made fun of for being a millennial. just kinda seems like dana is sorta struggling with the fact that shes getting older which i dont think they’ll address directly but i enjoy nonetheless!!

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THE X-FILES (1993-2018)

SEASON EIGHT — I will go on record to say this: that I have seen things that I cannot explain. I have observed phenomena that I cannot deny. And that as a scientist and a serious person it is a badge of honor not to dismiss these things because someone thinks they're BS.

[trexalicious]

Her Majesty repeatedly shooing away H and his cable tv actress wife from standing near her after Eugenie and Jack's wedding. The wedding reception where Rachel announced her faux pregnancy...

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Can you do prompt number 7 with Hannibal? Please?

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Hannibal Lecter x plus size reader

Just a typical night in the Lecter household 

Warnings: pregnant!reader, Hannibal is just trying to be supportive, fluff, conspiracy theories about the end of the world, reader is on bedrest

WC: 515

Minors DNI

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“Did you just say the world was ending?” You huffed and with a great effort on your part, lifted your head from the throw pillow you had been resting on. You opened your eyes to glare at your husband.

“Yes, yes I did. Can you please keep up?” Hannibal smiled curiously at you as you settled back onto the couch. “Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, yes the world is ending. Soon too. You see there’s this ancient order…” You began to ramble again, your hands absentmindedly coming to rest on your swollen stomach. 

Hannibal was trying to listen, he really was. He respected your passion and adored the way you would obsess over these topics that went straight over his head. But when you looked so pretty like you were now, dressed in just an oversized sweater and fluffy socks (your legs over-heated very quickly apparently) with your pregnant belly on display, Hannibal couldn’t concentrate for the life of him.

The pregnancy was an accident, just one night where you both were a bit drunk and very frisky and didn’t bother with protection, but the baby was a blessing anyway. The house had been baby-proofed the week after you presented your husband with the positive pregnancy test and your little bean already had a wardrobe full of the most expensive and fanciest baby clothes you had ever seen. 

As you entered your final months of pregnancy, Hannibal had insisted on bedrest until the baby arrived. You fought him, of course, but your husband had convinced you with an evening of absolutely spoiling you. And it appears that you had discovered your own form of entertainment in your solitude.

The video paused on the television showed the exact topic you were animatedly discussing, as it had been for the past several hours. The theories were, in Hannibal’s opinion, outlandish but they kept you from losing your mind.

“… and so we have maybe a year left, max.”

“Well that’s upsetting considering we’re about to have a baby.” You paused, your eyebrows scrunching as if you were only just now remembering that little fact. 

“Oh, right. I guess we may have a little bit longer than a year, but not by much!” Hannibal just chuckled and slipped from his own chair. Carefully, he lifted your swollen legs and sat on the couch, placing them back onto his lap.

“Well that’s good, I would like to have some time with my girls before the world ends.” You sighed in relief as his fingers dug into the knotted muscles along your calves, sinking further into the luxurious couch cushions.

“I thought that we settled on them being a boy?” Hannibal shrugged.

“Just a feeling my darling. Now, why don’t you tell me more about this illuminati?” Your eyes lit up.

“I have so much to tell you!” The melodic sound of your voice settled over you both once more. Hannibal hoped that you would have more evenings like this in the future and hopefully soon, there would be another little voice joining yours.

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