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Blood Ties Chapter 28
Series Masterlist
Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore; Pregnancy stuff - bodily fluids, etc.
A/N: Still worried about Daryl's character in this, but I guess I will probably continue to do that since this is a situation we haven't seen him in during these seasons. Anyway, game on.
Two days. Three centimeters. Nothing really new other than a few small, quick contractions that were nothing more than a tightening of your belly. Daryl stayed close, mainly venturing outside only to smoke or relieve himself, and, of course, he accompanied you when you needed to go. At that very moment, you were lying propped up on a mountain of pillows that everyone had given you. Daryl was sitting cross-legged by your feet, sharpening his knife.
âDo you think somethingâs wrong?â You asked, pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth. The archer looked up and studied you, looking back down at the whetstone before shaking his head. The sound of the blade sliding against it made your skin crawl. âCan youâstop that please?â He sighed but sheathed the knife and tossed the whetstone onto the top of the things in his bag. He hadnât been speaking much which concerned you. You watched him scrub a hand over his face before keeping it there and propping his elbow on his thigh. âDaryl, whatâs wrong?â
âNothinâ.â His voice was gravelly, tired even, but not unkind. You knew he had slept, or had at least been lying down with you while you did. âYa hurtinâ or anythinâ?â He still had his face covered.
âMm-mm. Thumperâs awake though. Itâs Cirque du Soleil in there.â His hand finally moved to smooth back over his hair, leaving the shorter pieces askew. âHey.â His eyes met yours again, worry evident and overflowing. âCome over here?â His left hand clenched into a fist but then flexed open again. Daryl got to his feet, taking a single step toward you before bending down to press a kiss into your hair.Â
âGonna have a smoke. Right outside if ya need anythinâ.â
You watched him go and sighed, turning your attention to your stomach. âI think youâre scaring your daddy, Thumps. Me too, a little bit, if Iâm being honest.â The baby hadnât been as active over the last 24 hours, but Hershel had reassured that it was normal for movement to decrease in the last part of pregnancy. âI donât know how good of a mom Iâm gonna be. I didnât exactly have a shining example. And your daddyâheâs gonna really need our patience, kiddo. Shit, weâre both gonna need patience.â There was the smallest ripple beneath your palm. âWeâre flying blind here.â
Sounds of a scuffle on the porch had you sitting up straight in a flash, eyes wide and darting.Â
âDaryl?â
He staggered in the doorâwalker blood on his arm and his knifeâbefore gaining his footing and bending to grab your boots. âGotta go!â He was calling for the others while helping you get ready and grabbing up what blankets he could to stuff into the second bag. You could hear the moans and scratches and thumps just outside the wall. âCâmon, just leave the rest. We gotta move.â
You nodded, leaving the remaining blankets, pillows, and your sweatpants. It would be freezing in just your leggings but as long as you were alive, then you couldnât really complain.Â
Daryl threw one of the bags on his backâalong with his crossbowâwhile you shouldered the other bag. Knife in one hand, he took yours in the other and was pulling, the first of the herd of corpses tumbling into the house, slimy fingers grasping so closely that you felt the tug on your hood before they seemed to have lost their grip.Â
Everyone was sprinting out the back, Rick waiting until you and Daryl had passed to follow and pull the door closed behind him. The truck was blessedly close. Daryl was pulling the bag from your shoulder and opening the door simultaneously, letting you climb inside while he tossed both packs into the back and rounded to the drivers side. You had the key ready and in the ignition, your heart rate slowing the moment his foot hit the gas.Â
âYâokay?âÂ
Catching your breathâwinded by fear and exertion and well, the extra weight of the human growing inside your bellyâyou looked over just in time to see him take his right hand off the wheel, flex his fingers as they moved just the slightest distance toward you, and then place it right back where it started.Â
âYeah.â You answered breathlessly, swallowing and nodding. âYeah, weâre okay.â He relaxed a little. His next question would have been about Thumper, so why not ease his mind quickly? âAre you okay? The one outside, before youââ
âMâalright. Ainât bit or nothinâ.â He mumbled, dragging his left thumb over his bottom lip before he began chewing on the skin there, thickened from all the scarred wounds he had given himself, small as they were. He was anxious. He had every right to be. You could go into labor at any moment and another temporary home had been overrun. It had been months of this shit. Run, run, run, andâfor a change of paceârun again.Â
Hand steadying your belly, you twisted in the seat to look behind the truck for the headlights of the van. When you didnât see them, you swiveled back to check the side mirror, finding it easier to watch in that position. There was nothing but the soft red glow of the truckâs tail lights. âI donât see them.â
âTheyâll show anâ weâll pull off. Come up with somethinâ.â His eyes slid over to you and back. âCanât keep ya out on the road.â
You couldnât disagree. You could feel your ankles swelling inside your boots. Your pelvis and hips ached, your lower back felt strained. Your stomach was tightening in a small contraction. You were just highly uncomfortable and more than a little tired. Your head fell back against the headrest, eyes closed. You must have dozed because when you opened your eyes, the truck was still and Daryl was gone.Â
âDaryl?â You quavered, grabbing the dashboard as you slid to the edge of the seat to be able to survey the surroundings. It was too dark. You could barely see inside the cab itself. âDaryl!â Just as you grabbed for the door handle, the driverâs side door opened at full tilt and the archer peered inside.
âMâright here. Yâokay?â
You exhaled sharply, not even realizing youâd been holding your breath. âWhatâs going on? Whyâre you out there? Are the others here?âÂ
Daryl looked over his shoulder, tapping his fingers against the top of the door before turning back toward you, looking at the seat instead of meeting your eyes. âNah, they ainât here. Ainât seen no signâa âem.â You could see the same worry you were feeling reflected in his posture.Â
âWhat will we do if theyââ You couldnât say it. You just couldnât. Why did the world just insist on taking everything?Â
âDo whatever we gotta do.â Daryl sniffed, looking over his shoulder again. He was thinking the same thing you were. Neither of you knew the first thing about childbirth. You turned to get out of the truck, an ache in your lower back while your stomach tightened in a contraction making you wince, your fingers wrapped around the door handle. âStay in the truck.â Your hand fell away but the pain remained. It wasnât unbearable and after a moment, your muscles loosened. The pain in your back remained but lessened. âYâalright?â
âMhm.â You answered quickly. Laying back against the seat, you blew upward to move an unruly hair from your face. You were so tired but you couldnât sleep, not while your partner was standing outside the truck alone and keeping watch. It wouldnât even do much good to try when there was no comfortable position you could find with your back twinging. Still, you found your eyelids drooping. When the truck rocked the slightest bit, you didnât startle. A warm hand wrapped around your shoulders and pulled, and you let yourself be guided to lie on Darylâs thigh.
âGet some sleep.â
With a hum, you turned to face his stomach so your own could rest upon the seat. His hand settled on your ribs.Â
âI love you.â You mumbled, already halfway gone into slumber. The last thing you felt was his fingertips graze along your jaw.
It was daylight when you next opened your eyes, the taut skin of your stomach pulling uncomfortably tight while your back spasmed. The contractions themselves were merely annoying while the pain in your back was constant, made worse when your muscles tensed. Grimacing, you glowered at your belly. âGood morning to you, too.â You were no longer pillowed on Darylâs thigh, actually alone in the cab. You made it up to an elbow when you heard voices. Familiar voice.
âYou sure youâre alright? Y/N alright?"
âSheâs sleepinâ.â
You had to grab the steering wheel to haul yourself upright, opting for the passenger door. Carol was the first to see you and sprinted in your direction. You stood still and let her come to you, your ankles just too swollen and sore to move more than necessary. Once reaching you, she wrapped her arms around your shoulders with a little less enthusiasm so as not to jar you.Â
âIâm so glad youâre okay. When we didnât see the truckââ
âI know. I was freaking out when I couldnât see the van.âÂ
She brushed your hair away from your face once she let you go. âWe had to go around the herd and then figure out which direction you two went.â You smiled, but it was a weak attempt. Your back was still aching. âAre you okay?â Behind her, Daryl was watching you. You wondered if he was hearing anything Rick was saying.
You waved her off. âYeah, Iâm fine. So, whatâs the plan?â
âHeading South, I guess? Iâm not sure. I mean, the main thing is to find somewhere safe enough for you to have that baby. Lori wonât be far behind. A few weeks, at most.â Her eyes dropped to where your hand rested on your stomach and then back again. âAre you sure youâre okay?â
âYeah.â You nodded. âGo see whatâs going on. I donât really feel like walking over there. Iâm just gonna wait in the truck.â After a moment, Carol acquiesced, calling over her shoulder for you to yell if you needed anything. You waved your hand over your head and let it fall to your back, pressing in on where the ache continued. Maybe it was time to tell Daryl something else was happening. Opening the door, you lifted your foot from the ground when you felt something gush from your opening, wetting your underwear and leggings. âOh, great. And now I pissed myself. Way to go, Y/N!âÂ
You left the door open and stepped back so you could reach into the truck bed for your bag. Youâd have to change but you really really did not want to tell Daryl that had just happened. He was your partner and you were pregnant, so heâd understand but you were sure to get a ya did what now and that would just make you feel more embarrassed. Maybe you could call Carol over and she could help you out of the soiled clothes and hide them until they could be washed.Â
Standing on your tiptoes, you grabbed the soft handle of your bag when it happened again. Less of a gush, but a noticeable flow. Thatâs when reality roundhouse kicked you in the teeth.
Oh shit.
âHey, Daryl.â You kept your tone even, unalarmed even if you were being absolutely ravaged by panic inside. You left the bag and lowered back down to be flat on your feet. Darylâs boots were loud on the pavement but at a slow stride. Good. You hadnât terrified him.Â
Yet.
âYeah?â He noticed where you were standing and glanced into the truck bed. âNeed your bag?â
âWell, yes and no.â Your abdomen tightened again, still painless, but aggravating the cramping in your back to a new level. With a hiss through your teeth, you knew you had his full attention without even looking at him.
âSâwrong?âÂ
You were staring at your feet, expression pinched with pain and concentration while you persevered through the episode. Why the fuck did your back hurt? All too soon, Darylâs boots were right in front of yours. âIâI think my water broke.â When you could finally think past the throb that was slowly ebbing away into the continuous ache, you raised your head to find him staring at the ground. And then your pants. âWhat?â
âAinât there supposed to beâI dunnoâa lot?â
âHow the hell should I know? You think I give birth on a regular basis?â You snapped, immediately murmuring an apology.Â
âYa sure ya didnât justââ
âNo, I didnât piss myself.â More fluid trickled from within you, a miniscule amount but enough to be noticed. âAt least I think I didnât? I mean, I was expecting more of a whoosh. Like Noahâs Ark level of liquid, you know?â And then you were silent. And so was he. You stared at one another, each waiting for the other to say something.
Daryl cleared his throat. âMâgonnaâgonna get Hershel.â He turned but barely managed a step before he stopped, looking back over his shoulder. âOr I can stay here? Do ya need me here?â
âJust get Hershel. Iâll be fine for now. Can you get Carol too, please?â You watched him nod, noticed the tick in his clenched jaw, the way he was tapping each fingertip of his right hand against his thumb rhythmically. He was freaking out. And as you felt more liquid soaking into the fabric of your underwear and leggings, so were you. You were wet all the way down past your knees.Â
âDaryl said you needed me.â Carolâs voice brought your head up, your expression triggering the worry that took over her own. âWhatâs wrong?â
âI thinkâI either really had to pee or my water broke.â You shifted from foot to foot, carefully keeping your thighs apart. You had never felt so humiliated in your entire life. If your father could see you nowâwell, honestly heâd probably be laughing and saying take it easy, peanut, itâs just some wet pants.Â
âItâs okay.â Carol soothed, encircling her arms around your shoulders. âAnything else going on? Contractions?â You nodded. âHow often?â
âI donât know. Like maybe every half hour but my back is killing me. It justâit hasnât stopped hurting since it started last night.â She was listening so intently that it made you nervous. âThe contractions donât hurt, but man, they make the back pain fucking horrible.â
Carol smoothed your hair and took your face in her hands, giving you that sweet Carol smile. âSweetheart, I think that your water did break and that youâre in labor.â You felt your eyes widen and your breaths coming quicker. âItâs okay, just breathe. Darylâs on his way over with Hershel.â
Daryl came straight to you, the nervousness surrounding him so strongly that it made your chest tighten further. He didnât say anything as he usually did when you floundered over your responses. When Hershel asked permission to examine you then and there, you began to fidget.Â
âI guess thereâs not much of a choice, is there?â You lamented, looking to your partner. His head was down and he was trembling. Youâd have to talk to him later when there was no one else around.Â
âIâm afraid not.â Hershel could see you were anxious. His soft spoken words were proof enough of that.Â
Daryl climbed into the cab first and helped you in, letting you rest your head on his thigh while Carol pulled off your sodden leggings and underwear. The examination was quick, much to your relief.Â
âAs far as I can tell, it was indeed your water breaking. We have no litmus paper for confirmation, but the source of the fluid appears to be from the vaginal opening and not the urethra.â You knew this would happen eventually but that made it no less terrifying. âYou can likely expect the contractions to become more intense, closer together as you dilate. They may or may not be painful as we talked about. Daryl, youâll need to time them.â
âOkay.â Was all he said, quiet and contemplative. Hands at your shoulder blades, he helped you to sit up.
âRick,â the vet called out, âwe need to find somewhere safe and fast.â The deputy jogged over, looking quizzically between all the faces. Carol quickly occupied the old manâs place with fresh clothing from your bag, covering your lower half from view. âY/N will be giving birth soon and needs a quiet, safe enough place to deliver.â
âThese are likely to get wet too, but you canât ride around in soaked clothing. Beth and Maggie had some pads, so I thought maybe they could help, too.â You nodded robotically. This should be the happiest experience of your life and all you could feel was an overwhelming sense of foreboding. What if you screamed during the birth and brought down a herd? What if the baby cried too loud? What if something went wrong? What if? What if? What if?
Carol helped you get dressed and situated in the truck while Daryl looked over a map with the others. You watched him from the side mirror, smiling when you saw that he could barely focus, continuously glancing toward the truck. You could feel the beginnings of another contraction, the twitching inside before your stomach would tighten and youâd need to breathe through the pain in your back. It still wasnât unbearable but it was enough to coax a whimper from your lips. Right in the middle of the episode, there was a gentle tap on the window. Lori was looking through the glass sympathetically, waiting patiently until you could use the window crank.
âHowâre you holding up?â She asked, reaching in to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.Â
You saw no reason to lie. âIâm terrified.â Wringing your hands over your belly, you sniffled in an attempt to hold back the tears. Crying wouldnât solve anything. âI donât know what to expect. The pain, you know. What if I cause someone to get hurt because I canât take it? What if somethingâs wrong with Thumper? What ifââ
âHey, hey, hey.â Her hand landed gently on your shoulder and you lost the battle with the tears that were demanding to fall. âEverything youâre feeling is normal. Well, as normal as it can be in a world full of the walking dead. Itâs all going to be fine. All things considered, youâve handled this pregnancy like a warrior. I have no doubt that youâll get through bringing that baby into the world just fine.â
You wiped at your face almost angrily. âReally?â
âReally.â She smiled, looking as if she were going to say something else but her eyes moved to somewhere behind you. She squeezed your shoulder. âItâll all be okay. Weâre going to be leaving soon. Weâll find a safe place.â Another glance behind you and, holding her smile, she walked away.Â
You were rolling up the window when the driverâs door opened and Daryl climbed in, shutting the door behind him. âYa doinâ okay?â His voice was just as shaky as he was.
âIâm okay.â You kept your expression soft and reached for his hand. He let you take it. âAre you okay?âÂ
âMhm.â He squeezed your fingers and pulled his hand back to start the engine and take hold of the shifter but he didnât move it.
âDaryl?â
âMâscared shitless.â You blinked for a moment before quickly dismissing the shock from your expression. âDunno what mâdoinâ. Dunno howâwhat mâsâposed to do to help you.â He was staring straight ahead, carefully avoiding your gaze. It was obvious that wasnât easy for him to admit.Â
âHey.â He ducked his head but he didnât look at you. âWeâre both lost here, but weâve made it this far.â With a noise of effort and discomfort, you scooted across the seat. The movement had him looking your way with a quick turn of his head.
âWhatâquit it âfore yaââ
âShut up.â You wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him forward for a kiss. It was difficult to hold the position you found yourself in, your back singing with pain, but you both needed the comfort, the closeness. When you separated, you kept the hold on his neck and pressed your forehead to his. âWeâre in this together. âWeâll handle itâ, remember?â Clearing his throat, he waited a moment before he nodded, his forehead bumping yours.Â
The van pulled up alongside the truck. With a last kiss to his forehead, you slid back across the seat and slouched to take some of the pressure off your back. Daryl nodded to Rick and then pulled off the roadside and followed behind the others.
âThat one actually hurt.â You breathed, rubbing a hand over your belly as the pain faded. Youâd been on the road for about three hours, stopping at two homes, both with too many dead wandering too close by. Daryl glanced up at you and then back to the watch he had balanced on top of the steering wheel.
âLast one was âbout 21 minutes ago, thisâun was âbout 52 seconds.â He sat the watch on the seat by his leg and switched hands on the wheel, resting his left elbow on the window panel so he could rub his thumb back and forth across his lip while he obviously chewed the inside of his cheek.
âSo theyâre lasting about the same amount of time but theyâre definitely getting closer together.â Shifting in the seat a little, you hissed at the twinge of pain in your back. âGod, my back is the worst part right now, but if it doesnât get any worse than this, Iâll be golden.â You were very doubtful youâd be that lucky but one could dream, right?
âMâsorry.â Daryl mumbled from behind his thumb.
Your brow furrowed, your head shaking back and forth in confusion. âWhy are you sorry?â
âMâthe reason youâre goinâ through this.â He cleared his throat sharply, biting into the side of his thumb with more vigor than youâd ever seen before.
âLast time I checked, I was a willing participant in the creation of this tiny human.â You chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood. There was a dense fog of tension building inside the cab, one you intended to disperse as quickly as possible before it could soak into either one of you. âThis is our baby, Daryl. We decided to do this together.â You started to reach for him but thought better of it for the moment. âWeâre going to do this together.â
He looked over at you, glancing back at the road every few seconds. âYeah. Yeah, okay.â
You shook your head and smiled fondly. âIf the baby is as quiet as you are when theyâre upset, then we wonât need to worry about them attracting walkers.â You had meant it as a joke but the archer immediately blanched. âNo, Daryl, I justâshit, that was the worst. Iâm sorry.â
âBabies cry. Howâwhatââ
âWeâll deal with it when we have to deal with it. Right now, letâs just focus on actually having a baby, okay?â That was enough to at least have him lapse into silence with a nod. You watched the sky darken, knowing two things: there would be no shelter before dark and the vehicles would soon need fuel. Daryl must have been thinking the same, his eyes darting down toward the dashboard. His thumb was hovering in front of his mouth, a smear of blood on each.
âGonna have to camp tonight.â He swallowed so hard that you saw his throat working. âTheyâre gonna hafta go lookinâ for fuel.â
âYouâre notââ
âI ainât goinâ nowhere.â The conviction in his tone filled your chest with warmth, even if he didnât look at you. You couldnât express your appreciation before another contraction began to build.
âFuck.â You breathed, holding the side of your belly with one hand while the other reached for the dash. Daryl didnât need clarification, just reached to pick up the watch. Your back screamed while your stomach tightened and cramped, pulling a whimper from within you that you couldnât seem to stifle. Breathe, idiot, you told yourself. In through the nose, out through the mouth. It wasnât the worst pain youâd ever felt, but it still fucking hurt. Seconds felt like hours but soon enough, you could feel the pain ebbing away, your body relaxing. âChrist.â You fell back against the seat, completely wrung out.Â
Daryl was still holding the watch, glancing between it, you, and the road. âMinute an' four seconds, last'un was 19 minutes ago.â Before you could comment, the truck sputtered and jerked. The archer was barely able to get it onto the side of the road before it died. He flashed the lights to signal the van, the brake lights illuminating the road ahead as Rick turned around. Darylâs hands dropped to his lap, his head bowed to stare at them. âGettinâ closer together.â He almost whispered.
âYeah.â It was all you could think of to say. âI am not having this baby on the side of the road.â Even as the words left your mouth, you didnât believe a single syllable.
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"I've Been Impregnated By A Vampire, Of Course I'm Freaking Out!" Miguel O'Hara x Pregnant! Reader
Warnings: (Read this if you want, Man.) Blood-Crying-Touching (Not sexually, just intimate)-Biting-Yelling
As you stared at the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter, you couldn't help but recall what had caused this. Only about three weeks prior, you and your husband, Miguel, had gotten a little.... more sexual and.... intimate than usual. However, you never thought it would get so far as for you to get pregnant. It started with simple teasing.... And the occasional bite of his fangs that drew a dark crimson liquid from your body, but apparently it truly had gotten somewhat out of hand. What would Miguel think? Would he be upset that you were pregnant? I mean, he was a busy man. What if he thought a child would just be an inconvenience?
Your thoughts were interrupted as the man who had gotten you into this situation walked through the front door.
"Mi Amor! Estoy en casa!" Miguel called to you through the halls of your home.
"I'm in the bathroom! One minute!" You called back, your nerves going haywire, your brain spiraling with thousands of thoughts at once.
You started to tear up, clutching your head out of frustration. You couldn't tell him! It would ruin your relationship! What if he would want a divorce?! Ugh! No, no, no.... What if-
"Querida? Are you alright? What's going on in there?" You heard Miguel speak through the door, knocking softly.
All your brain was able to comprehend was that you were caught. 'Oh. Shit.'
"I'm coming in, okay?" You watched as the door handle turned softly, revealing your husband, who stood with a concerned expression on his face.
"Carino?" Miguel immediately rushed to your side, taking your hand in his.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" He asked softly, wiping your tears gently with his free hand. You couldn't help but look at the pregnancy test, which then caused Miguel to look at it, his eyes widening.
"Y-Y/N? What is this?" He asked breathlessly, taking the small item in his fingers.
"M-Miguel, it's not what it looks lik-" You were interrupted by his soft, caring voice.
"Y/N... It looks like you're pregnant." He gently cupped your cheek in his hand, looking at you with gentle, understanding rusty-orange iris'.
You didn't speak for a few moments, completely muting everything, your mind going blank as you realized what was happening.
"Are you... freaking out? You're looking a little.... Dista-" Now it was your turn to interrupt.
"I've been impregnated by a vampire! Of course i'm freaking out!" You now had tears streaming down your cheeks, unable to catch the breath you had lost as soon as you checked the pregnancy test almost twenty minutes ago.
He gently intertwined his fingers with yours. "Mi Vida, please, calm down. Everything will be fine, just breathe...."
One hour Afterwards:
Miguel held you close as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, gently caressing your stomach as well. His strong arms stayed wrapped around you, comforting you, and easing your nerves.
And for once since seeing the test for the first time, you knew that it would be alright. As long as your amor eterno was by your side.
Mi Amor- My love
Estoy en casa- I'm home
Querida/Carino- Dear
Mi Vida- My life
Amor Eterno- Eternal love
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babydaddy!toji would never admit that he got jealous when you were around guys your age. heâd never get insecure, no, but he felt a deep pang of jealously in his chest. like he prayed that he had been born later so he could be more similar to you. your relationship with him was complicated. you were dating on and off but finally just settled as friends with benefits (who took care of a ridiculously cute baby together).
your parents often asked you why you dated a guy who was less than a decade away from being your father. your friends did the same too, not seeing the appeal in being with a ïżœïżœbroke old manâ. you never understood why toji just scoffed and looked away. it was out of character since heâd usually just cuss people out.
babydaddy!toji who let his jealousy show a little too much when you ran into an old high school friend of yours while you were out shopping. toji had to piss and you were waiting outside when he came up to you. shit, you didnât even recognize him at first and the conversation was merely small talk but when toji came out, he had his arm around your waist, his hands coming down a little too low.
âthis is your uh.. boyfriend, yeah?â, you friend asked, his eyes immediately going to the hand on your waist. most people just assumed you were single again.
âyou could say that..â, you sheepishly replied, trying to swat tojiâs hand away.
âtsk whyâre you acting like i didnât just dick you down and you didnât carry my baby, ma? course youâre mineâ, toji scoffed, looking away.
your eyes dart from your friendâs to his and it finally clicked. he was jealous. with a small smile, you excused yourself and tugged on the hem of tojiâs shirt, signaling him to walk out to his car. the walk there was filled with short protests from him and silence from you. of course, he didnât mean it, he loved this kind of attention from you. as you got to his car you rummaged through his pants pocket to grab his keysânot being shy to graze his dickâand unlocked the car.
babydaddy!toji whoâd never admit he was jealous, even when you two were making out in the middle of a mall parking lot with your hand on his crotch.
âadmit it, you stillâah, you still love me and you were jealousâ
âcourse i fuckin love youâfuck yeah,keep your hand thereâweâre long over, ma. didnât you say we were just friends with benefits?â
âyouâre avoiding the question, tojiâ
he had his hands all over you at this point, tugging at your shirt but you pulled away and furrowed your eyebrows.
âadmit that you were jealous, old pervâ
âfuckâfine. i was jealous. i hate seeing you with men younger than me. makes me feel old. happy now, doll?â, he leaned in again, grabbing your face as you kissed back with a smirk.
âyeah, iâm elatedâ, you grinned, trailing your hand up to play with his dark happy trail and dipping it in his sweatpants.
âdonât be a fuckin brat, ma. mâgonna give you a second snotty little shit if you keep this upâ, toji growled, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck and onto your collarbone
âyeah?â, you smirked, tangling your fingers in his hair as you guided him down, âkeep that promise and maybe weâll get marriedâ
babydaddy!toji who was definitely going to take you in the backseat for hours. fuck driving home.
babydaddy!toji who nearly died at the spot from the news of you being pregnant not with just one baby, but twins. you ended the year with a ring and a freshly painted nursery.
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simonâs work wife
one â two â three â four
people start calling u simonâs work wife and he takes it literally. starts referring to you as the âmissusâ, your cheeks warming as his heavy hand rest on your hips to pull you into him.
heâs snarling at one of the recruits that stared at you a little too long for his liking, caging you in against his big ass frame. that same recruit later coming to you a stuttering mess, apologizing because he didnât know you were married.
you arenât, but youâre too shocked to comment on it.
and when you confront simon he just shrugs his shoulders lazily, staring at you with darkened eyes as he mumbles, âyaâ didnât deny it.â
it ends with you moving in, you arenât sure how it startedâor if you were even in an actual relationship but everywhere and anywhere you go heâs calling you his wife.
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Pregnante cat walk.
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#cat#cats#cats of tumblr#animals#aww#cute#wholesome#video#cat lovers#justcatposts#lol#funny#pregnant
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WHAT I GOTTA SAY TO GET A PIECE OF THAT?!
art by: mossmaybe1 on twt
#my darling man#baby daddy reveal#come home baby the kids miss youđ„ș#might get him pregnant again#satoru gojo#gojo satoru#jujutsu kaisen#gojo art#jjk gojo#jjk art#gojo satoru x reader#jjk drabbles#jujutsu kaisen art#icymi#gojou satoru x reader#jujutsu kaisen satoru#satoru#gojo x you
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Nanami who pushes all his weight on you when he fucks. Strands of hair stuck to his forehead, beads of sweat forming on his face, and his warm skin slapping against yours creating immense pleasure between the two of you. Kissing you sloppily because he doesnât care, all he needs right now is to feel the love of his life. Bare bodies pressed together, as his cock works diligently into you. Enthralled by your beauty and the faces of pleasure you make, he continues staring at you, madly in love. The peak of lust arriving soon, he buries his head into the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses into the sensitive area. He finishes inside making sure not to waste a single drop as he has one goal: to see you round with his child.Â
Just a thought....
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#nanami x y/n#nanami x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk smut#nanami smut#nanami kento#nanami x reader#nanami drabbles#baby fever is so strong rn đ«#i wanna be pregnant#right now!!#jjk drabbles
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When the pregnancy helps you reach goddess status đźâđšđźâđš
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What happened where am I
#frigid arts#smiling friends#smiling friends fanart#pim smiling friends#pim pimling#charlie smiling friends#charlie dompler#that one zootopia comic#Pim is pregnant guys <\3#cool new au and itâs just this shit
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Everyone on earth has a moral imperative to do everything in their power to get Castiel Supernatural pregnant and liking or reblogging this post means you have agreed to do your part. Good luck soldier and Put A Baby In Him.
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#big round belly#bloated gut#bloating kink#cute belly#rub my belly#balloon belly#belly expansion#belly girl#belly k!nk#belly worship#big pregnant belly#tight belly#swollen belly#sexy belly#fat belly#big belies#big tummy
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#pregblr#preggo kink#preggophilia#pregnancy#pregnant#pregnant kink#huge pregnant belly#sexy belly#preg
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give that man some kittens posthaste
#oh nooo some crew member smuggled an unbeknownst to them pregnant cat onboard and now there are kittensâŠ.#star trek tos#star trek#leonard mccoy#leonard bones mccoy#star trek fanart#bones mccoy#iâve been watching a kitten livestream recently and i had to draw those beasts
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Wolvethesley is real âŒïžđ
Straight JORKING IT⊠and by that I mean⊠my peneannsts
#art#my art#fanart#genshin impact#ćç„#wriothesley#wolverine#tag someone who is always waking up pregnant đ
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