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prettypup188 · 7 months ago
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Cozy Day ゚ ⋆ ゚ ☂︎ ⋆ ゚
(Tired/soft Rafe x black pregnant soft reader)
(Cw: a bit of cursing,Rafe annoyed by being called on his day off. Just a cute fluff since today was a bit of good cool weather today,first person for reader,MOODBOARD AT THE BOTTOM >:3)
⋆。˚ ☁︎ ˚。⋆。˚☽˚。⋆ ⋆。˚ ☁︎ ˚。⋆。˚☽˚。⋆ ⋆。˚ ☁︎ ˚。⋆。
I laid in bed,listening to the rain hit against the window,she knew Rafe had taken off today since i wasn’t feeling good last night,my hot flashes were bad but now i was freezing. I sat up in my bed,getting up as my breath hitched heading to the restroom. While in the bathroom I heard the bedroom door creak, “Honey?”, a few steps came closer to the door, “How are you feeling?”, Rafe said,softly “I’m okay, sweetie.”, I finished and walked in the bedroom, soon Rafe kissed my cheek wrapping a arm around my waist, “How’d you sleep?”, he guided me back to the bed,of course since I wasn’t feeling well he didn’t want me going up and down the stairs,I sat down as he stood in front of me with a smile.
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“I slept fine,you?”, “Fine,are you hungry?”, I giggled, “I always am.”, he nodded and headed out of the room,not long later he came back with two plates, he made homemade breakfast and sat next to me. We sat on the bed watching tv while we ate but Rafe got a call,he grumbled answering it, “What.”,he hissed,I could hear a bit of mumbling but cut off by Rafe, “Ask John, he knows how to take care of it,now fucking leave me alone.”, he hung up and huffed, “Sorry,honey bunny.”, I smiled as he settled back next to me but that’s when a crackling of thunder sounded. I jumped a bit surprised,I loved rain but not the sounds that came with it. Rafe grabbed me and held me closer, “You know,you never showed me those baby cribs you wanted.”, my face lit up going over to my bed side drawer pulling out a stack of magazines,flipping through the pages Rafe got up and turned on some jazz as he sat back down,my stomach growled again.
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He took it as a cue to get me a snack,coming back with a yogurt bowl with chocolate covered strawberries and a side of popcorn,with a glass of juice. I showed him crib after crib along with quizzes I took about what type of colors would look best for the baby room. Rafe listened as he rubbed my shoulders occasionally snagging a popcorn or strawberry. I giggled and smiled as he kissed my cheeks, “We’ll have it all handled,doll I promise.” He said softly as he laid me back to lay on his chest,placing a hang over my stomach,he grabbed the shea coco butter rubbing it over my stomach,while we watched tv and cuddled. A few hours later I woke up,still laying on Rafe’s chest he was quietly reading a baby book, “Rafey.”, I said quietly sitting up and groaning,it was still raining but not as hard, “You ready for dinner hun? Carla(a nice maid) made you some soup.”, I nodded, Rafe reluctantly helped me down the stairs since I wanted to see more than just the interior of our bedroom,he sat me on the couch and got me comfortable as he made me a bowl,he came back with a chicken soup including carrots,pasta,chicken bits and potato with a side of cheesy bread. I ate happily,reading my book while Rafe rubbed my feet and watched tv.
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cryinggirlnamedhelen · 2 months ago
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HRHEH this sounds like a silly request buttt... Can you do a Hxh hcs react when Reader has a baby? (ANY CHARACTER IS FINE SINCE I ALWAYS SEE YOU DO HALF OF THE CHARACTERS)
NO REQUEST IS SILLY OR STUPID IN THIS HOUSEHOLD DONT U WORRY POOKIE SCHNIOKS
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killua, kurapika, illumi, chrollo
(killua and kurapika are aged up!)
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z. killua
- i hope we can all collectively agree that killua isn’t exactly father material
- he’s absolutely stiff when he sees the pregnancy test, blinking so many damn times with every single possible thought in the world running through his head
- he’s more worried than anything. what if illumi or his family comes after his child in hopes to groom and train them into an assassin as they had done with him?
- but all of his worries melt after the first time you do your ultrasound, where your baby is so extremely small and probably extremely fragile
- he’s definitely not a naturally good partner, but he’ll try his hardest to provide the happiest life he can for his child
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k. kurapika
- is he father material? oh, 100%. most definitely so. but does he utilize it? hell no.
- now, kurapika isn’t upset that you’re pregnant. the opposite, really. he’s so unbelievably happy, but there’s just one teensy beensy tiny problem…
- he’s kinda sorta a mafia family leader who is still fuming with vengeance and emptiness, and he traded quite the number of years of his life to his nen ability.
- but really, he tries to do as much as he can for you and your unborn baby in the unknown amount of time that he has left. he overspends and overworks, but he doesn’t seem to care.
- he says that he doesn’t care about the baby’s gender, but he secretly really hopes that it’s a girl.
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z. illumi
- honestly, the rest of his family members have more of a reaction that he does when they hear the news.
- yes, he’ll certainly love his child. hell, out of everyone on this list, he probably loves his child the most. but how does he express it without his kid running away from the training like killua did?
- his mom is ecstatic, his dad grumbling his congratulatory words, milluki is in shock that illumi even managed to rizz you up in the first place, killua is in shock that illumi ever even got married, alluka is excited, and kalluto is confused.
- illumi is actually very happy, although you can’t see it on his face or reaction. at all.
- perhaps it’s about time he asked killua for some advice on how to not have his kid run away from training.
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l. chrollo
- definitely the most father material out of everyone here, i guarantee it. he utilizes it too.
- oh and i just know that this guy is RICH. you better expect to have the most luxurious and expensive life the moment he finds out that you’re pregnant.
- “he’s toxic and a yandere!” “he’d kidnap you!” yall need to stop mischaracterizing every single villain in existence. he’s literally the most gentle guy when you’re pregnant, always carrying your stuff no matter how heavy or light.
- he definitely books you appointments with the most expensive and skilled doctors. i can imagine him hiring random ass people to help you whenever he’s busy with a heist or heavens arena battle; he’s a floor master after all. on some random tuesday you’ll wake up and see a maid or a masseuse in your house attending to you.
- yall better stop mischaracterizing my glorious king chrollo because fuck no he’s not going to go all alpha and “if i cant have you no one can😈🤡” like where did that even come from😭
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a/n: whew i haven’t written hxh stuff in a while, i hope it’s still ok. anyways i think yall can see the clear bias i have towards chrollo…
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klaus-littlestwolf · 10 months ago
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Smut-🔥 Fluff-🧸 Series-⚜️ Headcanon-🧨 Dark-🥀 Dd/Lg-✨ Wolf(Smut)-🐺 A/B/O-♎️
Alpha!Klaus’ Scent: Pine Trees and the Forest after it Rains
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Oneshots/HC’s
•The Half Naked Portrait🔥🧸
•Klaus x Omega HC’s🧨♎️
•Period Problems🧸✨
•Train Apologies (Eli/Klaus/Kol)🔥🧸✨
•Alpha!Klaus and Pregnant Omega🧸🧨♎️
•Christmas Surprise🧸✨
•He Saved my Stuffie🔥🧸✨
•The Wolf in my Head (HP X-over)🔥🧸
•Finding the Right Mate (Twilight X-Over)🔥🧸
•Blind Date🧸✨
•Finding his Soul🔥🧸
•Klaus M. A-Z🧨🧸
•Klaus M. being Infatuated🧸🧨
•Punishment🧸✨
•Klaus being Obsessed w/ You🔥🧨🥀
•Alpha!Klaus Courting his First Omega🧸🧨♎️
•Klaus’ Omega having an Omega Child🧸🧨♎️
•Daddy Klaus and his Omega🔥🧨✨♎️
•You’re Mine, Whether You Know it or Not🧸🥀
•The Thousand Year Long Wait🔥🧸✨♎️
•It’s Not a Big Deal🔥🧸
•The Solitary Omega🔥🧸✨♎️
•Daddy Instincts🔥🧸✨
•A Comforting Daddy🧸✨
•Nap Time🧸✨
•Sweet Little Sub (Md-Lb)🔥🧸✨
•Painful Accident🧸✨
•Mafia!KlausxFBI Agent🧸🧨
•Needy Little Boy (Md-Lb)🔥🧸✨
•One More Bite🔥🧸🐺
•Weekend Away🔥🧸
•Internal Clock in Smithereens🧸
•Human!Viking HC’s🧸🧨
•Let Me Hear You🔥🧸✨
•The Storm🧸
•The Newest Member🔥🧸♎️
•Happy Anniversary Little Wolf🧸✨ (Klaus/Elijah)
•Wolfy Cuddles🧸✨
•Nerd!Alpha Klaus Stalking Omega🧸🔥♎️
•No Lies can Keep me Away🧸🔥♎️
•A Werewolf’s Needs🔥🐺
•Unexpected Surprise🔥🧸♎️
•Mikaelson’s w/ a Little Mate🧸✨🧨
•I Will Always Protect You🧸✨♎️
•Extreme Paranoia 🧸🥀
•The Hybrid Puppy🧸
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Yandere!
•Yan!Klaus M. NSFW A-Z🧨🥀
•Yan!Mik. Brothers HC’s🧨🥀
•Mafia!Klaus NSFW A-Z🧨🥀
•His Perfect Princess (Mafia!Klaus)🧸🥀
•Mafia!Mik. HC’s🧨🥀
•Klaus and Elijah Obsessed w/ You🧨🥀
•Mafia!Mik. Family HC’s🧨🥀
•Mafia!Mik. x Little!Reader🧨🥀✨
•Religious Teachings🥀🔥✨
•The Viking Wedding (Viking!Human)🥀🔥
•Their Sugar Baby (Klaus/Elijah)🥀🔥
•Adopted Werewolf🥀🔥
•His New Assistant🥀🔥🧸
•Little Dancer🥀🔥🧸✨
•ERDoc!Klaus&POfficer!Elijah🥀🔥🧨
•What a Complex Organ🥀🔥✨
•College Student!Klaus NSFW A-Z🥀🧨
•A Strange Kind of Love (Mafia!Bucky x OC x Mafia!Klaus)🥀🔥🧸
•Alpha!Klaus Mates the Last Omega🥀🔥🧸♎️
•Sex Pollen Spell🥀🔥🧸
•Discovering his Little Side Md/Lb🥀🔥🧸✨
•Honesty is Overrated🥀🔥🧸
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Klaus M. Series Masterlist
Klaus Moodboards
Random Thoughts
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rencantstopfalling · 5 months ago
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Jschlatt x Fem!reader NSFW A-Z
I'm so sorry I wrote this at 6 am, with zero sleep so please bare with me
18+ MDNI
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
After he cums, Schlatt is knocked out. Doesn't even bother pulling out, he will just collapse right on top of you.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On you, he loves your boob's and thighs. Both are so squishy and soft, he likes anything he can just grab.
On him, he likes his hands. He likes what he can do with them, finger you, hold you, have you suck them. Very versatile
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He likes it messy, although hates the cleanup. Would only cum all over you if he knew he had the energy to clean you up. I also think he's very paranoid on getting you pregnant so to be safe he cums in the condom a lot
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Is down to be pegged. Dude can't say he likes water squirted up his ass and doesn't want a strap!! He's just to humiliated to ask
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He's had a few girlfriends and sexual encounters in the past. He doesn't peg me as the one night stand type so all of his past partners have been from relationships. Safe to say he knows what he's doing, isn't an amateur
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary. I think he said it on the SDP but even so, he likes the intimacy that comes with it. He gets to kiss you, look into your eyes, hold you, just very sweet
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
It depends on the mood. He can definitely be silly but for the most part, sex is usually serious, not the type to just crack jokes during
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He's got hair, but he keeps it maintained. He's a pretty hairy person, so trying to keep it complete bare would just be a hassle, so it just trims
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
I think he's rather intimate. Sex isn't something he just throws around, if he's doing it with you it's cause he cares. Not to say all encounters are long drawn out acts of passion, but he shows his love through small acts and service
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Before you guys started dating, he would jack off about once a day, but now he's with you, maybe only once a week. He only does it when he's up really late from editing and needs to blow off steam, but doesn't want to wake you up
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Tbh I don't see him being into to many kinks. I think he's a pretty vanilla guy. Maybe a little degradation, and chocking but nothing crszy
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Almost ways at home. He doesn't like the risk of getting caught so he will usually save it for when you guys are in the safety of your home, but once behind those doors all bets are off. Every surface has been tainted
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You doing mundane things turns him on BAD. doing the dishes, folding laundry, scrolling on your phone. Dude just wants you bad
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He absolutely will not put his hands on you. No slapping on your face, he finds it so dehumanizing, he is willing for a few soft spanks on the ass but nothing that will ever leave a bruise
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
BOTH. he's such a munch dude can eat you out for HOURS. It's a stress relief for him. And he can skullfuck the shit out of you, use that mouth to good use (I'm so sorry for that phrasing it's just so funny to me)
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He pegs me as the kind to do slow deep thrusts in the beginning, but the closer he gets the faster and rougher he will go
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He's usually down for a good quick, bit never in public. Only down if it's right before he has to record or before you guys have to leave the house.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He's willing to try anything you want to try, as long as it doesn't cause you any harm. He is OK with rough things, but wouldn't forgive himself if he went to far
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He's a one round guy. I'm sorry he just seems like once he cums dude is done. You gonna have to give him maybe 10 minutes before another round
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Not really. He's got a cockring, but for you he just prefers to do the work himself. He has gotten you vibrating underwear and sometimes makes you wear them around the house to see you struggle cause he's such a tease
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He likes to tease. Will finger you, then eat you out. It's mostly because he knows once he cums he's tapped out so he tries to satisfy you as much before he enters you
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's a moaner, very vocal. He's a little ashamed so ge tries to hide it but the longer he's with you he opens up more and you get those delicious. Moans in your ears
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He sniffs panties. No further elaboration
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
6 inches, a little thick, curves to the left. Pink tip
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Its pretty high but he can control it. He's always down for sex but won't pursue every urge
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Right after cumming, dude dies
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littlexdeaths · 11 months ago
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sweet child o’mine - e.m.
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eddie munson x pregnant fem reader
warnings: none, just some tooth rotting fluff
a/n: in honor of father’s day, here is a little repost of an old blurb of mine. enjoy xx.
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Lazy sunday’s with Eddie were always your favorite.
He didn’t have to go in to work at the shop with Wayne, the cars could wait for a day. He had been picking up more hours lately, due to the little miracle you were growing in your belly. Eddie was so concerned about having everything you both needed that he was going a little overboard.
Or as Wayne so lovingly liked to call them, new dad jitters. So you didn’t get to see him as often as you’d like, but sunday would always be your day together. The tv was on the in background, re-runs of an old show neither of you were watching. He was currently sitting in the la-z-boy recliner in your living room, guitar perched on his lap.
You were sprawled out on the sofa, watching him fondly as he played around with the chords. Eddie wasn’t playing anything specific, just singing quietly as he attempted to work out this new melody floating around in his head. Your hands were resting lightly over your bump, tapping along to the beat when you felt it.
A little kick.
You sit up immediately, gasping in surprise. Eddie’s head snaps up, nearly dropping the guitar in his rush to get to you, concern lacing his features. But he is relieved when he sees you smiling, kneeling next to you on the sofa.
“They kicked,” you hum as you gently grab his hand and slide it beneath your sweater, placing it on your bump. But the kicking had stopped, much to both of your disappointment.
“Come on little one, do it again,” Eddie pleads softly to your belly, causing you to giggle.
You run your fingers through his shaggy curls as the other caresses over the back of his hand that was still resting on your bump.
“Can you sing for us, Ed? See if they’ll kick again?”
Your boyfriend just grins, nodding as he starts humming the opening chords to Sweet Child O’Mine. He keeps his palm resting on your belly, knotting your fingers together with the other.
“She's got a smile that, it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories. Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky…”
His voice is soft, husky as he sings right to your baby bump. The moment is so sweet it brings tears to your eyes. He stops once he hears your soft sniffles, but you nod for him to continue. Eddie just smiles that goofy grin you adore, pressing a kiss to your joined hands before continuing.
“Now and then when I see her face, she takes me away to that special place. And if I stare too long, I'd probably break down and cry…”
The tears are steadily rolling down your cheeks now, as you feel another small kick. It surprises you both, but soon a look of absolute wonder crosses over his features. You can tell just how much this moment means to him as the tears begin to fill his waterline and slip down his cheeks. Eddie gently wipes them away with the sleeve of his shirt before he rests his head on your belly.
“Whoa, oh, oh… sweet child o' mine. Whoa, oh, oh, oh… sweet love of mine.”
Another kick, but this time it seems to hit him right in the cheek. Eddie looks a little shocked and the both of you burst into a fit of giggles as his warm palm caresses the area once more. He lifts his head then, chocolate hues flicking up to meet yours.
You’ve never seen him look so happy.
“Sorry little one… daddy’s big head was in the way,” his tone is teasing as his nose nudges the swell of your tummy.
You can’t help but giggle again, motioning him over to press a soft kiss to his lips. He does so without hesitation, kissing you sweetly before he leans his forehead against yours.
“You’re gonna be such a good dad, baby…” you hum, unable to keep the emotion from your voice. “I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.”
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k1mbe3rly · 4 months ago
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Sorry if this is too much of an ask but could you do an NSFW alphabet for Jun-hee (fem reader is appreciated! :3)
ofc i don’t mind doing nsfw alphabets for any character
Jun hee (222) NSFW alphabet
(she’s obvi not pregnant) ⚠️WLW, STRAP ON⚠️
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
After sex she’s probably tired so the most she can do is get you water, or if she still has strength set up a warm shower for you
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Her favorite body part about you is your boobs all the way, she loves to lay on them or suck on them, grope, touch and play with them
Her favorite body part about herself is maybe her hands or thighs, i think she likes to trace shapes on her thighs when she’s bored
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
When she eats your out she loves to swallow and even lick off the left over cum from your pussy.
She doesn’t take long to cum nor too quick
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Her dirty secret is fucking herself with a dildo to your nudes.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
She’s obviii experienced since she did date Myung gi, so she knows what she’s doing, but you are the first girl she fucked or dated so she might be a little new to it but quickly knows what to do
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Her favorite position is missionary all the way or even doggystyle
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
She’s pretty into it when she starts getting turned on
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
I’ll say she shaves every now and than
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Very very into it, serious and doesn’t play around lowkey
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
no comment but for masturbation she rarely does it
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Not much, maybe a bit of degrading (giving) and praising (both receiving and giving)
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
The bed or the shower
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
her motivation is dirty talk or just brattiness
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
She wouldn’t hit you at all or anythingto give you pain
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
She prefers giving, but she never turns down when you want to eat her out
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Dom!Jun hee btw, She’ll go kinda rough but not too rough, obvi loves gentle fucking as well
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
I’ll say she does quickies just not often, when yall are she just fingers you really fast
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Definitely, doesn’t really care when it comes to that, doesn’t care if Myung gi catches yall, doesn’t care if her friends catches yall cause at the end of the day why are they being noisy
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
She can last a good amount of rounds maybe about 4-5 rounds?
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Just a strap on and dildos
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
She loves to tease you, especially in public
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
She does moan just not too loud
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
she would wanna try doing a three some with myung gi
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
the strap on is about 6 inches?
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Medium, she’s not the type to fuck a lot
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
right after she takes care of you.. she’s gone into a deep sleep
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xxsabitoxx · 2 years ago
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xxSabitoxx Headcanon Masterlist
╰┈➤ Return to Master Post
╰┈➤ Full Fic Masterlist
╰┈➤ Imagines/Drabbles Masterlist
Updated Aug.12th 2023
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Who made the first move? | Giyu, Shinobu, Rengoku | FLUFF 
Who made the first move? | Mitsuri, Obanai, Tengen | FLUFF 
NSFW Sanemi Headcanons | Sanemi x implied AFAB Reader | SMUT
Hashira Soulmate Headcanons | Hashira x mostly GN Reader | FLUFF 
Kamaboko Squad Soulmate Headcanons | Kamaboko squad x mostly GN Reader | FLUFF 
Hashira being called mom/dad | No ships | FLUFF 
Kamaboko Squad as Parents | No ships | FLUFF 
Hashira as Yanderes | Hashira x GN Reader | NO SET GENRE 
Kamaboko Squad as Yanderes | KB Squad x GN Reader | NO SET GENRE
Male Pillars Receiving Head | Male Pillars x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Hashira Kinks | Hashira x GN Reader | SMUT
Hashira Trying to Comfort Their Dying S/O | Hashira x GN Reader | ANGST 
What the Hashira Want in a Partner | Hashira x GN Reader | SMUT/FLUFF
How the Hashira would react to you cheating on them | Hashira x GN Reader | ANGST
How Risky is Each Hashira | Hashira x GN Reader | SMUT
Hashira’s Favorite Sex Position | Giyu, Shinobu, Rengoku x AFAB & AMAB Readers 
Hashira’s Favorite Sex Position | Tengen, Mitsuri, Obanai x AFAB & AMAB Readers 
Hashira’s Favorite Sex Position | Sanemi, Gyomei, Akaza x AFAB & AMAB Readers
Hashiras and I love you | Hashira x GN Reader | ANGST
How the Hashira Orgasm | Hashira x GN Reader | SMUT
Hashira DILF Ranking | Male Pillars x AFAB Reader | FLUFF/SMUT
Dad Sanemi Headcanons | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | FLUFF
Dad Kyojuro Headcanons | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | FLUFF
Dad Giyu Headcanons | Giyu x AFAB Reader | FLUFF
Dad Gyomei Headcanons | Gyomei x AFAB Reader | FLUFF 
Dad Obanai Headcanons | Obanai x AFAB Reader | FLUFF
Dad Tengen Headcanons | Tengen x AFAB Reader | FLUFF
Hashira as Titans | No ships | NO SET GENRE
Kamaboko Squad Comforting their Dying S/O | KB Squad x GN Reader | ANGST
Giyu’s NSFW A-Z | Giyu x GN/Fem leaning Reader | SMUT
Shinobu’s NSFW A-Z | Shinobu x GN/Fem leaning Reader | SMUT
Rengoku’s NSFW A-Z | Rengoku x GN/Fem leaning Reader | SMUT
Sanemi’s NSFW A-Z | Sanemi x GN/Fem leaning Reader | SMUT
Getting “Stuck” | Hashira x AFAB Reader | SMUT
How the Hashira Handle Grief | Implied Hashira x GN Reader | ANGST
How the Hashira Handle Getting a Tattoo | No ships | NO SET GENRE
JJK Characters and Their Kinks | No Ships | SMUT
AOT Characters and Their Kinks | No Ships | SMUT
How the Hashira Eat Pussy | Hashira x AFAB Reader | SMUT
How the Hashira Suck Dick | Hashira x AMAB Reader | SMUT
How JJK Characters Eat Pussy | JJK Characters x AFAB Reader | SMUT
JJK Characters and Trying to Hide Your Injuries | JJK Characters x GN Reader | ANGST 
Telling JJK Characters You’re Pregnant | JJK Characters x AFAB Reader | FLUFF
How JJK Characters Refer to your Chest | No Ships | CRACK/SMUT
Cuddling with the Hashira | Hashira x GN Reader | FLUFF
Cuddling with JJK Men | JJK Men x GN Reader | FLUFF
Piercings I think the Hashira Would Have | No Ships | NO SET GENRE
How the Upper Moons Eat Pussy | Upper Moons x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Toxic Things the Hashira Do | Hashira x GN Reader | NO SET GENRE
NSFW Rengoku Headcanons | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Hashira and their Wolf Ranking | No Ships | NO SET GENRE 
How the Hantengu Clones Eat Pussy | Hantengu Clones x AFAB Reader | SMUT 
Hantengu Clones NSFW A-Z | Hantengu Clones x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Tengen & Wives NSFW A-Z | Tengen x Wives x AFAB Reader | SMUT
Brain Rot Gyomei Headcanons | Gyomei x AFAB Reader | SMUT
How the Hashira React to your Death | Implied Ships | ANGST 
How to Make the Hashira Blush | Hashira x GN Reader| FLUFF/SMUT
Personal Hashira Dick Size Ranking | No Ships | SMUT
Where they are Sensitive | Hashira x GN Reader | SMUT
Personal Upper Moon Dick Size Ranking | No Ships | SMUT
Taking care of you when sick | Giyu, Rengoku, Sanemi | FLUFF
When You’re Stronger | JJK Men x AFAB Reader | SUGGESTIVE
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eggrollforyou · 10 days ago
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Wait for Me
Zoro x F!reader x Law
Summary: you, a fellow Straw Hat, and the crew are separated at Sabaody. Saved by Law, you have to decide if you’ll accept his help or cut your losses and handle things on your own until your crew reunites.
CW: MDNI, NSFW, Angst, Canon divergent, smut, p in v, established relationship, AFAB reader, use of Y/N, hidden baby trope (kinda? lol), descriptions of violence, blood, and vomit, pregnant reader
A/N: Hi again everyone! I had this story pop up into my head and decided I wanted to see where it goes. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it! Once again, I don’t know what I’m doing. This is barely proofread. Reader’s thoughts are in italics
series masterlist : Previous chapter
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Chapter 2
The room is quiet, the sun just about to crest over the horizon. All you hear are the waves of the ship crashing along the bow as it continues sailing, running from the morning sun. You feel a heavy arm reach around over you and suddenly you’re pulled close into a warm body behind you. Calloused hands gripping you in tight and flush against a hard chest that slowly rub soft circles on your skin. You hum in contentment putting your hand over his. Those warm hands begin to wander and your breath hitches when they gently knead your breasts, grabbing slightly harder when you feel something hard press into your backside. 
“Mmmm, good morning,” you whisper, closing your eyes as you revel in Zoro’s touch.
”Mornin’,” he rasps, voice ragged from sleep. He exhales sharply into the crook of your neck as you adjust to grind on his erection. Your favorite alarm clock. Zoro's hands snake down to slip under his your shirt, as he continues kneading your breasts with increased fervor, grinding his length harder into you with each passing second. He sighs as you reach behind your back. Rubbing your hand on his length over his briefs, grunting when your hand makes its way under them, palming his pulsing cock.
One of his hands snakes down and presses firmly on your clit over your underwear eliciting a groan as you bite your lip at the sensation. He begins rubbing messy circles on your clothed clit, nibbling your neck as you whimper, crumbling under his touch. “Mmnnm-fuck, Z-zoro,” you whisper as he growls in need.
He presses his fingertips more urgently as he helps you chase your high, you hand gripping his length all but faltering in its rhythm. “C’mon, pretty, let me hear you,” his gravelly voice breathes hot in your ear. He nibbles and sucks on your neck, overwhelming your senses as he gropes and paws at your soft skin pushing you over the edge. You bite your lip trying to ride the line between stifling your cries of pleasure and being loud enough to satisfy Zoro. 
“Fuck, there it is,” he chuckles in your ear as his hand slows down bringing you back to reality. He grabs the hem of your underwear and in one swift RIP, he throws them to the side. In your daze, you gasp, “Hey! You can't keep ripping those ya know. I don't have any more money than you do to replace them,” you furrow your brow, faking anger. He chuckles, “I say just avoid them altogether, they only get in the way,” as he shifts behind you, both of you lying on your side still.
Before you can fire back, he steals your breath as he presses his thick cock into you, molding you to the shape of him all at once. “F-fucking perfect,” he grunts as his arm under your neck pulls forward across your chest. He pulls your upper body to his collarbone as his other hand grips your hip, forcing an arch in your back as he begins rocking his hips into you. 
“Oh, god, Z-zoro,” you cry out, unable to keep quiet as he tries to rip more of his favorite sounds from you. Bullying his length into you over and over hitting that spot that has you falling apart in his arms. The room is filled with your mingled ragged breaths and the sound of his hips snapping into you. His thrusts bring you closer to the edge and he can feel it, your walls clenching tighter, your hands gripping his arm leaving crescent shaped indents from your nails on his forearm. 
He inhales a deep breath by your ear, losing himself in you, eyes snapped shut and furrowed brow. He leans his head down, pulling your earlobe between his teeth. “Nnngh!” is all you can manage. “I love you,” he whispers in your ear and his words help you tumble over the edge. Your orgasm is white hot, you feel warmth spread from your abdomen to your fingertips. Your toes curl and you cry out your praises as Zoro cums with you. Your pulsing and fluttering cunt milking him for everything he's got like it wasn't yours already. 
He groans in your ear, “Fucking take it all, baby. Every bit of me is yours.” You turn your head back to kiss him passionately, not caring about anything else in the world except the two of you, right here and now. “I love you too, Zo,” you whisper into his mouth. 
You jolt awake sitting up quickly, breathing heavily, your heart pounding, and an undeniable ache in between your legs. “Ugh,” you groan as you throw yourself back onto the bed, throwing your arm over your eyes. “FUCK,” you hissed. Taking a deep breath, “I miss you, Zo. I hope you're okay,” you sigh. 
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK 
You sit up, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed in your tiny room on the Polar Tang, Fuuuck, I miss my room on the Merry.  As you approach your door, the knocking continues, “I'm coming! I'm coming.” Ready to yell at whomever was on the other side, you reach for the handle. Opening the door and crossing your arms your scowl is quickly dissipating when you see it's only Bepo, but he looks nervous. 
“Uh-uh- good morning Y/N,” he fidgets with his fingers, ears pressed down as he saw the daggers in your eyes when you opened the door. You immediately shift, smiling at the Mink, “N-no, no! It's okay, Bepo. I'm glad it was you, otherwise I'd have to hit someone for disturbing the rest of a pregnant woman,” you wink. “There's always an exception for you.” He blushes for a moment, “Be ready for anything, Captain said we're heading to Marineford. A-and things could get hairy.”
“Marineford, huh? What the hell is at Marineford other than the entire fleet of Marines that want our heads on spikes?” Your choice of words elicits images that Bepo has to nervously shake out of his mind. “He said you don't have to worry about anything…considering your condition…but uh, we may be needed there, so we're heading out now. I've already laid out the course.” 
“Ay-ay, Bepo! You stand at attention and salute him, trying to hold in your giggles as your actions make him uncomfortable and nervous. I really should be nicer to this adorable fuzzball. After all, I owe him my life according to the jackass who said he would have left me for dead. You try to laugh to get him to not be so nervous. You reach out and touch his arm in an attempt to calm him. “Okay, Bepo. I'll be alert and won't put myself into any danger, okay?” He sighs, “Thank you!” And he disappears down the hall back to his post.
It's been almost a month since you've seen your crew. Your ribs were still sore but getting better every day. Nausea was coming in waves. You kept to your room if you weren't trying to pull your weight around the ship. You and Law would bicker about how you were pushing yourself too hard and you could only counter that he didn't know your limits like you did. Seeing that you wouldn't back down, he finally relented and let you do light tasks around the ship. 
Most of your interactions with Law were medical appointments. Checking your rib fractures, removing stitches, and another scan to make sure your pregnancy was ok after everything. “You're actually not as far along as I initially thought. When we found you, you were probably about five weeks, so at this point, you're probably around eight.”
You nodded your head in acknowledgement. numb to the feeling that you're doing this alone right now. Law turned around to see you tuned out. Clearing his throat breaks your trance and you look at him. “H-how has your morning sickness been? Do you need anything to help with the nausea?” 
“Oh, I don't know. It's about as good as you'd expect considering I have no one right now, I'm trapped with another pirate crew in a god forsaken submarine and have no idea what's going on in the outside world. Could the nausea from that be morning sickness or just circumstantial?” you quip sardonically. This elicits a chuckle that you weren't expecting. You snap your head up for actual proof that Law is actually human. 
“I'm not holding you hostage, but you're my patient for now. As soon as your ribs heal, we can discuss what to do from there. You're at least helping around the ship, despite your stubbornness, so you're not a total waste of space and resources….Y’know, if you just listened and followed my bed rest orders, you might've gotten to leave this ‘god forsaken submarine’ sooner,” he quips as he mocks you, gesturing air quotes. 
“FINE! Fine, it'll take it easy, but I have to keep busy or I'm going to go crazy. I don't know how you've suckered your crew into this kind of life.” You get off the exam table and make your way to the door. Turning around you see him leaning against the countertop, arms crossed, with what you've learned is the signature Law scowl as you wave a two finger salute, “Thanks for the check-up, doc,” you call out as you head back to your room.
Most of the Heart Pirate crew kept their distance. They weren't rude, but they absolutely didn't have the trust in you that they had in each other. You certainly couldn't blame them. You kept everyone at arm's length. You learned when you were younger that you couldn't get hurt if you didn't get involved. Your heart was already broken enough. 
Doing work kept your mind busy. It left little opportunity to be reminded that you were stuck with a rival crew and unsure of the state of your found family. Oh, and don't forget…pregnant. For all I know I might be a single mom now. You push the thought away, unwilling to accept it. If Zoro is anything, it's a stubborn ass. I just gotta get back to Sabaody and I'll find him. 
On the way back to your room a sudden wave of nausea hits you. Covering your mouth you run to the bathroom, praying you'll make it in time. You swear you saw someone in your periphery but finding a trash can or a toilet was a higher priority. After having vomited for the umpteenth time today, you rinse your mouth out and splash cold water on your face. Trying to will the nausea away as you stare at yourself in the mirror. Arms braced on the countertop, your eyes have dark circles under them. You look tired. After a deep sigh, you do your best to compose yourself and continue back to your room. 
As soon as you open your door, you see a glass of water and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on your bedside table. It's about the only thing you can kind of keep down these days, and someone clearly has noticed. Before you contemplate it any longer, you sit down to take a small bite.
Suddenly the ship is jolting and you feel it lurching forward. Whatever was going on at Marineford, apparently Law intended to get there as soon as possible.
A couple days later, you believe you have officially reached the stage of pregnancy where your blood has turned to sand. You feel SO sluggish and tired. All you want to do is sleep. It's not depression, right? Totally the whole task of making a baby, right? You're lying down, your hands instinctively resting on your stomach. “Chill out, little one,” you whisper, “everything is gonna be ok as long as you let me eat, damn it.”
You perk up as you hear the crew yelling orders, relaying information, and running up and down the ship's cramped corridors. Standing up, the shouting gets louder as you approach the door. You open it, careful to poke your head out of the room to see what the commotion is. Penguin runs by and as he passes, he sees your quizzical look. “We're surfacing! Be ready! We're saving Straw Hat!” 
Your heart begins to pound out of your chest adrenaline coursing through you to prepare you for whatever is happening. Grabbing Luffy?! What's going on? You grab your boots and hurried put them on as you run toward the top of the ship, following everyone. “Hurry! Get those two in here!” you hear Law shouting, as you're clamoring to get sight of SOMETHING. “Dive!”
You pause, horrified at what you’ll see when you hear Bepo’s meek voice, “He’s so weak. Is he alive?”
“I need to get out there! Please! I need to help Luffy! Let me see him!” you scream, seemingly into the ether as some of the crew bars you from going up on the deck. As they push you to the side, you see everyone piling in as they prepare to close the heavy steel door and prepare to dive. Your face turns ghostly white when you see him. Luffy’s lifeless body, battered, beaten, and bloody as Bepo rushes through. Followed by Jean Bart carrying a large Fishman whom you think you recognize as Jinbei, a War Lord. What the hell is going on?!
You feel your heart clench and nausea overtaking you again as they rush the pair off to the med bay. Law running closely behind. He turns back to look at you, his face deathly serious, but solemn. “I’ll do what I can,” he grumbles. You feel helpless standing there. Your body heavy with the thought of whether Luffy was even alive or not. All you can muster is a curt nod as a stray tear rolls down your cheek that you hurriedly wipe away. Your fate, once again, in Law’s hands.
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WHOAAAAA look at me posting an update so soon! I knew posting that first chapter would make the rest of the words flow! The next update may not be so soon though, unfortunately. Hopefully this is enough to tide you all over for now. I hope to have an update up within a week. Thanks for sticking around! ❤❤
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86espresso · 5 months ago
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dancing is a dangerous game ⋆.˚ ★—ONE
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(au masterlist)
SUM ; he did not 🙅‍♀️ wrap it before he tapped it
WARNINGS ; finding out that you’re pregnant, whole lot of awkward talking bc that’s what I’m best at 👍, mostly humor, zegras is jobless, fluff, oc character (readers bsf), kissing? allusions to sex, drinking, anxiety
NOTES ; first fic we ball 🙂‍↕️
WC ; 2.3k
“Your place, or mine?”
Your place or mine?
Your place or mine.
Jack Hughes wishes he was cool enough to say it the way his older brother did, but unfortunately, he was not that gifted. Matter of Quinn being more articulate and approachable.
The only times Jack actually got some was when a girl approached him, or when they were done with the whole third date thing.
Tonight, he decided he would telepathically flirt with you by staring across the room. To him, this is the most effective form of flirting. You’d have to catch his eyes eventually.
Your hair was wild, eyeliner smudged and lipstick blotted, the thrill and the alcohol had you dancing and singing and acting lively, he immediately needed to know you better.
Judging by your energy and the way you sang along to every single song made him believe you might be a fun person to hang out with outside of having you in his bed.
God, he’s already formed a false version of you in his head.
Jack winced, feeling Trevor’s razor of an elbow poking at his rib.
“Literally just talk to her, bro.”
Jack stood there blinking and watched as Trevor switched out their drinks, giving him the stronger one out of the two. He covered his rib before Trevor could bruise it again.
“Christ, don’t do that. I can’t just go up to her and talk. Look at her.”
Trevor looked. He didn’t really see much besides a pretty girl getting shitfaced. He just shrugged and made Jack chug the strong drink, ordering two more for him to push him further.
The rest of was bits and pieces in Jack’s memory. He did, indeed, get as shitfaced as you. He remembers you coming over after noticing his gaze, resting your head on his shoulder (he nearly shat his pants), taking a sip out of his shot glass boldly and telling him that you liked it. That may have been a life altering experience for him; he thanked whichever god he pleased enough to deserve this.
The alcohol messed up his memory a bit; but he remembers your lips on his neck in the cab, his lips on your hipbones, and the warmth of your body close to his right before he drifted to sleep.
And now, it’s morning. He’s cold, alone, heavily disoriented, and doesn’t know his own name.
He realized he doesn’t know your name either, and came to the disappointing realization that you hadn’t even left a note with your number before making your departure. With a frown, he realized he would probably never see you again.
[•••]
“There again? I thought you’d give up by now, buddy.”
Jack knew that Trevor knew that he was borderline desperate to meet you again, but it still made him indignant; he did not need to call him out.
“I just think it’s a fun place, Z. Doesn’t mean I’m going there for someone specifically.” He busied himself with the chips aisle, looking for the one weird flavor he’d been wanting. He could feel Trevor’s eye roll at the back of his head.
Yes, it’s been two goddamn months since that night.
Yes, he’s been suspiciously frequenting the bar since then.
No, there is no correlation between those events and you.
Trevor opened his mouth again, but that’s when they heard two voices arguing in the aisle next to him. Jack turned around and raised a brow at Trevor, a silent invitation to eavesdrop. He, of course, took the bait.
Now, when Trevor and Jack say they hate drama, they mean they hate being involved in it. Other people’s drama, however? They’re watching like hawks.
“Winnie, I don’t want to hear about it anymore.” Female. Familiar.
“But it’s only fair.” Female. Unfamiliar. “It’s that man’s fault his condom was too big either way! Plus, if he’s the fath—”
“The condom was too small of anything—”
At that moment, Jack moved a little too close to the rack of salsa dip, and rattled it hard, loudly enough for the ladies to pause their conversation. He cussed under his breath, hoping they would assume he just got there. He tried to ignore Trevor’s attempt at stifling his laugh.
“Excuse me? Are you alright?” You turn around the corner, and of course: It’s you, and Jack is elated.
He looks genuinely happy. You look like you just watched someone get skinned alive.
You immediately turn around, trying (and failing) to pretend like you didn’t see him. “Oh my god—Winnie, this is the guy. Save me.” You whisper desperately, watching Jack quickly fix the salsa dips in the corner of your eye before he turns to you fully.
“You—uh.” The words just won’t come out.
Trevor tried to save him. “Hi, im Trevor.” He sticks out his hand which you take. “You must be my one night stand-in law.” He grins.
Your eyes shift between him and Jack. “You’ve slept with him too?”
His hand goes limp in yours as Winnie graciously snorts with laughter. Luckily, that catches Trevor’s attention and he moves to greet her.
Jack decided, in that moment, that he just short circuited seeing you in sweatpants and a hood covering your head with strands of hair peeking out to frame your bare face. A contrast to when he first saw.
“Well, h-how have you been?” You ask awkwardly, wishing you could drop dead right about now.
“Pretty good. Yourself?” He leans gently against the shelf and crosses his arms, looking down at you with a small smile.
“Oh, I’ve been alright.” You laugh weekly and bring your hand up to rub your tired eyes; sleep was a privilege nowadays. You were about to indicate that you had to leave before stopping short at Winnie glaring holes in the side your face, knowing that your chances of escaping were gone and she wouldn’t let down until you told him. Winnie smiled warmly and turned to Jack, sticking her hand out.
“You must be Drew.”
“Jack.” He furrowed his eyebrows, shaking her hand. “That actually sounds nothing like Drew—”
“Oh, fuck, don’t worry about it, it was just a random name we ran with.” You laugh again, fiddling with the boxes in your hands.
Jack desperately wanted to say something like ‘you’ve talked about me?’ but it was clear that you were trying to avoid him like the plague, so he refrained from ruining his chances to talk to you any further.
Winnie whispered something to Trevor which made his eyes comically widen, then they pretended to busy themselves with the shelves of chocolates.
“You look nice.” Jack smiled, you really did look pretty. Tired, probably a little sick, but pretty. “Like, glowing-”
“Jesus, please, not a glow.” You groan, putting your face in your hands. Jack’s gaze drops to the boxes you were holding.
“What are those?”
Your breath caught in your throat. Him noticing was the final nail to the coffin. It made your situation real-er than ever.
With a supportive glance from Winnie, and a deep inhale, you look at Jack again. Into those pretty, azure eyes that drew you to him in the first place.
“Pregnancy tests?” You say meekly, though it sounded more like you were asking. You hated how weak it sounded. “Look I don’t even know if I even am pregnant—”
The salsa dip rack shook again as Jack held on to it. “Oh—”
“Listen, look,” you move closer to him, “you can literally never see me or the kid, if it exists, ever again. I’m financially stable and I have lots of friends here that support me, so—”
“Wait, you’re sure it’s mine?” His voice felt like an echo to himself.
“Uh—yeah. That’s part of the reason I left, I’ve never exactly done one-time things. And I only knew you for that one night, so I kind of panicked. Being with a stranger.” You fumble with the boxes again, your anxiety peeking because even though you shouldn’t care, his lack of response was stressful.
He seemed to notice that, because next thing he was putting both of his hands on your shoulders. It was weird but made you feel a little calmer.
“Hey—it’s not like I’m upset with you or anything, okay? I—uh, think you—we should first make sure you are pregnant.” He loosens his hold a bit and steps closer. “And if you plan on keeping it, I want to be there. For you and the kid, I mean. Stick around, y’know? I can’t imagine life without my dad.”
His sentiment made you heavily emotional; this was kind of intimate for people who barely knew each other, but intimacy is how you ended up here anyway.
You sniffle, nodding. You weren’t exactly sick, but you weren’t feeling your best.
Jack felt his heart go soft and he hugged you, enveloping you in much needed warmth. When you wrapped your arms around him, you caught Winnie’s eye over his shoulder and were sure of a few things;
One, If you were having a baby, you’re keeping it. You’re still young, but you’ve always wanted to be a young mother, even if it was with a father you knew better. Your support system was very fortunately intact, even without Jack.
And two, you were sure that Jack would keep his promise of ‘sticking around’.
[•••]
“So, like, what do you do?” Jack’s head snapped up to meet Winnie’s sharp gaze.
The four of them had just walked into your apartment and you locked yourself in the bathroom with the tests. Winnie and Trevor hit it off immediately but she was still skeptic of Jack.
“Hm?”
“Your job? Wait, don’t tell me you don’t—”
“I have a job.” Jack rolled his eyes “I play.” He replied shortly, his head still spinning.
“Play? Fuck does that mean? Like poker, the guitar, or what?” Winnie squinted her eyes. “If I catch anything weird about you, you’re out.” Jack didn’t miss the way Trevor grinned stupidly at her.
“I play hockey. Professionally. Just 20 minutes away, in Jersey.” Jack huffed, he didn’t like the added stress of appealing to your best friend.
“Hm. Interesting, can’t say I’ve ever heard of you, Drew—”
“Jack—”
“Hold on.” She typed something on her phone and turned it to him. “Is this you?” It is Jack’s instagram profile, so he nods. She scrolls through his following and quirks a brow, “your following looks like you just graduated from a private, all-girls high school.”
Jack doesn’t even know what to say to that, much less what it means, so he just stays quiet before the bathroom door unlocks.
“Winnie, 3 minute timer, please,” you say, drying your hands on a towel, eyeing the five tests lined up on the counter face down. You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the anxiety crawl back up your spine.
You let yourself relax at Jack’s soothing back rubs, and observe quietly for a moment while he scowled at whatever Winnie and Trevor were making fun of him for. His jawline is just barely peppered with stubble and he smells really nice. You can see why he was the choice that night.
Jack is quick to look back at you, having to tilt his head slightly downwards as he catches the expression on your face.
“It’s going to okay,” he mouths.
And when you flipped over every test to see that you had a real life shit-machine growing inside of you, you believed him.
[•••]
Jack got off the phone with his mother with a small breath of relief. The hundreds of insecurities that initially made their way through his head were overshadowed by a feeling of happiness; his mother was quick to assure him that it won’t be that difficult to figure it out.
Winnie was kneeling in front of you on the couch, trying to be comforting. Or something like that.
“Kill that thing.”
“Winnie, what the hell?”
“Babe, you have work! You have other things to do! And—” she lowered her voice, “—Drew might not be around that much to help.” She straightened again. “If you really want to keep it then it’s up to you, though.” She added softly.
You appreciated Winnie’s outlook on your situation, but that wasn’t what you needed because you were really, genuinely, sure you were keeping the kid.
“For the third time, it’s Jack. Why—?”
“I’m sorry, she’s just like that.” You speak up, finding the small frown on Jack’s face rather endearing. “What—uh, what did your mom say?”
“She wants to meet you. She’s happy.”
“That’s really sweet.” You say with a yawn, exhausted from the days events. Jack’s mother seems nice, but you were too tired to feel scared of her at the moment.
Jack notices that you were tired and nudged Trevor so they leave, but not before everyone exchanged numbers.
[•••]
The next available weekend Jack’s mom could come over was in two weeks. Which meant he had to keep the little secret from everyone around him. Well, except Trevor.
Jack could feel himself already growing protective of his..son? daughter? Still, it was just insane to him that he was going to have a child. His own child.
He can handle the scrutiny, but he was afraid for you and how you would have to deal with all of the outside pressure.
He shrugged off the thoughts, chugged the rest of his beer, and decided to just sleep on it.
Waking up after a good rest, Jack realized he was more excited than anything. Who cares what people say? He’s always wanted kids and off the top of his head, he doesn’t know anyone better than you that he would have them with.
He’ll just have to be really impressive and devoted to gain your trust.
And that’s what he was going to do.
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boy-pussyyy · 8 days ago
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things task force 141 have heard their gen z nurse say (pt 1)
characters: simon riley (ghost) and price
warnings: mpreg and medical inaccuracies. crack treated seriously (I think I'm using this tag right). no romance with any of the men. gnc reader.
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I'm subjecting you all to my brain worms. fyi this isn't my usual style of writing.
price and ghost
the first time they had seen you angry was certainly a memorable one.
they didn't think much of you when you were first introduced. fresh out of school, quiet, and kept to yourself.
Price had no complaints. so as long as you fixed his men up, it was good enough for him.
So when he found out that Ghost had popped his stitches for the third time, Price had sent for you to fix it. again.
The Captain was insistent that he give it a rest and waited till his wound had closed before starting with P.T.
Ghost, on the other hand, did not.
It had been a grueling twenty minutes of you fruitlessly trying to convince the man that if he didn't let the wound heal completely, he'd be back here again with an infection before the week was out.
You'd already been having a bad day, but the final nail in the coffin was when you realised everything you'd been saying to the man had gone in one ear and out the other.
Huffing, you rose to your feet, chair jerking back with a screech. "Lieutenant, I swear to fuck— if you don't stop popping your stitches, I will draw you pregnant!"
Of all the expletives, they'd expected to hear from you... that hadn't been one of them.
Both men blinked owlishly.
"I mean it." You shot him a withering look. "I'll draw you pregnant with the fattest tits known to man that they'll give Gandalf's big naturals a run for their money."
The men seemed to have a silent conversation between them:
Can she do that?
She'll most definitely try.
What are big naturals?
I'm scared to ask.
Ghost broke the silence first. "Lass, I do not think that—"
"Don't test me, Lieutenant. I've done it before and I'll do it again."
Neither one of them wanted to call your bluff.
And so Ghost let you redo the stitches with no complaints, and made sure not to excert himself lest he find a drawing of his likeness outrageously pregnant pasted all over the walls of the base.
⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅
other versions: johnny and kyle
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allywthsr · 1 year ago
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WISHLISTS | (l.norris)
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summary: Lando and you check your kids‘ wishlists
wordcount: 1.7k words
pairing: landonorris x fem!reader
warnings: kids
notes: I think it’s cute, what do you think?? Also Lando is older in this than he is right now :)
advent calendar
”Are they both asleep?“
”Yes, we should look at their wishlists now, and see what we can order or not.“
It was later than normal in the evening, but both kids were little troublemakers and did not want to sleep today, both of them were buzzing with excitement over Christmas. They spent the day at nana and Pop's house, and Lando’s parents made a wishlist for Santa with them today.
Louis was about to turn six years old and little Sofia was three and a half years old.
Both of them were opinionated and knew exactly what they wanted. So when Lando’s parents brought up the idea of making a wishlist with the kids, how could you say no? Normally that was a thing that Lando and you did with your kids, but you hadn’t had the time yet, so you were thankful Cisca and Adam did it for you. This year, Louis was old enough to try and write it himself, it almost made you cry looking at his scribble that had been corrected by Cisca or Adam many times, but still, it was the cutest. He was growing up too fast, when you looked at Lando and saw the little pout on his lips when you showed him the paper, you knew he was thinking the same.
Sofia‘s list was written by Cisca, and Sofia had decorated it with stickers and random streaks of colorful pens. The ’Santa‘ on top of the paper was written by Sofia, the wonky letters were different sizes and the second ’a‘ was the other way around, but you were proud of your little girl.
Lando and you sat on the couch, you were in your fuzzy socks and sweats, relaxing with your favorite hot drink, while Lando was drinking some water and was also dressed in sweats and a hoodie. It was almost Christmas and you barely had presents for your kids, a few you both picked up on some errand runs, but nothing specific.
You cuddled up to Lando and held the wishlist of your eldest in your hand.
”I‘m ready to see what an almost six-year-old wants for Christmas. I can’t believe he‘s six, we are old, Lando.“
”Probably a car like mine, yesterday he said: ’Daddy, I want to race with you every weekend‘, so I guess we need to get him in F1, and talk to McLaren about it.“
He let out a high-pitched giggle. Lando said he wanted to wait for kids after he retired, but Louis happened because you weren’t careful enough, and when you broke the news to him, he wanted nothing more than to raise this baby with you. He was only twenty-three years old when you got pregnant, and not ready to retire yet, so he gave it a year to try it out, in the end, the three of you managed it well and he didn’t need to retire. Sofia was planned, you wanted to give Louis a sibling and now he was the best big brother you could imagine for your girl. Both of your kids were totally daddy orientated, whether they were crying and needed cuddles, or they wanted to play with someone when daddy was around, he was their first choice. But when daddy said no, which barely happened, they ran to mummy and asked you, and if you said yes, you were the favorite for the rest of the day.
With your head on Lando’s shoulder, you started to read out loud.
”Alright, dear Santa, I am a good boy and have a few wishes. A new big boy bike without extra wheels, a kart like daddy had when he was younger, the new cars racetrack, a cars lunchbox, new cars, construction trucks, a real bunny, a camera like daddy, my own helmet. Thank you, Santa. That are some wishes.“
”He certainly knows what he wants, but I like most of them, we can work with that. I also love his spelling, cars with a z or boy with an i.“
You pressed a kiss to Lando’s cheek, ”he‘s all grown up, he wants a big boy bike and a kart. I don’t think I can endure another Norris in a kart.“
”Don’t worry baby, I‘ll be with him.“
You talked about putting Louis in a kart when he shows interest, but so far he only loved cars and watching daddy drive around, for a week he wasn’t able to stop talking about driving himself. Lando loved that, he started around the same age and couldn’t wait to put Louis in a kart, especially since he had his own karting team.
”I think the bike thing is something we can give your parents, we can get him the cars things, do you think he wants the lunchbox with lightning McQueen or someone else?“
”He loves this Ryan car, he’s orange and ’looks like your daddy‘, maybe we should see if we can find one with him on it.“
You hummed in agreement, ”What about the construction trucks?“
”Sure, there's probably a set with different cars inside, that would be nice.“
Again you nodded your head, ”I don’t like the bunny idea, animals shouldn’t be something that’s gifted for Christmas. We can talk about that with him next year, but not for Christmas. I want him to understand that a pet is not just a cute thing that you can pet all day long, it’s work and commitment.“
”Yeah, I agree, we’re also away a lot, we can’t take a bunny with us to the tracks, and taking care of two hyperactive kids is a chore.“
You two chuckled, ”Well, they clearly have that from you, you’re always hyperactive, Lando.“
”And I‘m proud of it, we can’t deny that they’re mine.“
”We definitely can’t. What do think about the camera? I saw on Amazon a few days ago, that there are kids cameras, not expensive and does the job.“
”I like that. And I want to make a helmet for him.“
”Do you have his measurements?“
”No, but I‘ll say Santa needs his head size if he wants to make a helmet.“
”That’s sweet. And we also have that new swing play set outside for both of them, that should be enough presents from us, right? He’s going to be spoiled from the rest of our family anyway.“
He hummed quietly and kissed your forehead.
”Onto the next one“, you mumbled, grabbing the page that lay next to you.
”Dear Santa, I am the best girl, I want for Christmas: a new Barbie doll, a new Barbie doll, a new Barbie doll, a new Barbie doll, a bunny, a pretty pink purse like mamas, a bunny stuffie, pets for my Barbie’s, the dogs from paw patrol, new hair clips, a T-shirt from uncle Carlos. Thank you, Santa.“
”A T-shirt from Uncle Carlos? What is wrong with her?“, Lando was confused.
”I think Carlos told her multiple times over Facetime a few days ago, that she should wish for a T-shirt from him.“
”I have to call him tomorrow. But why has she listed the Barbie doll four times?“
”We should call your mum and ask.“
He pulled out his phone from his pocket and clicked on FaceTiming his mum. You two greeted her with waves and ’hellos‘ when she picked up.
”We went through the wishlists and why did Sofia list the Barbie doll four times?“
”I have no clue, darlings, when I told her, I’ve already written it down, she kept on repeating I need to write Barbie doll multiple times, or else Santa won’t get her point.“
”She‘s truly Lando’s child.“
”Oh yes, I can remember Lando also did something similar when he was young.“
”Are you calling me old, mum?“
”No, my darling.“
”Cisca, we thought you and Adam could get him the bike? Or do you have something else?“
”We only have small things yet, we would love to gift him the bike. He said he wants a black one with orange and bright yellow stripes, like daddy’s helmet.“
”That’s fine, I don’t know if you want to buy it with him or without him, should he be with you while picking it out?“
”Maybe that’s better, we can say Santa told us to buy it with him, so he gets the one he wants.“
You two nodded, ”And with Sofia, we need to check first, what dolls she has and which she does not have, we don’t want to gift her some she already has.“
”Sure my darling, let us know if you have any ideas for her from her wishlist.“
All of you said your goodbyes and Lando and you went back to discussing Sofias list.
”We have to check her Barbies tomorrow when she‘s at daycare, as well as the pets she has for them, I like the hair clips and the stuffie, does she want the paw patrol dogs as stuffies or normal toys? The bunny is obviously a no.“
”Yeah, bunny’s a no, but maybe as stuffies? You know how much she loves stuffed animals, she can also play with them as if they’re normal toys. What about the purse?“
”I don’t know yet, maybe we find a kids purse somewhere?“
She may love her daddy more, but she was imitating you, all the time, playing dress up with your bags and shoes whenever she was bored.
Lando hummed to the purse idea and sighed.
”She‘s three and already wants a handbag, and I thought you would be the only one for a while.“
”She‘s a true girl, next year she‘ll ask for makeup.“
”I won’t allow her that, she can do that when she‘s eighteen.“
”Lando, when she‘s fifteen she‘ll be doing her makeup, like it or not. If she already wants a handbag, that’s the next step, soon she’ll have a boyfriend.“
”No, she doesn’t need a boyfriend, she has me and Louis, she doesn’t need different men in her life.“
”So you don’t want to have grandchildren?“
”Louis can make them.“
You decided to drop that topic, you wouldn’t be able to change his mind today.
”And what about the Carlos T-shirt?“
”I‘m not even going to give you an answer on this.“
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ohthewh0rror · 1 year ago
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ETERNALLY YOURS.
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˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚ prompt — The follow up to ‘I’ve Dug Two Graves For Us, My Dear.’ Now that your marriage has been irreparably damaged, where do the two of you go from here?
Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader
Word count: 2k
A/N: I changed my mind after writing a completely different ending. At first I wanted to make it angst-filled and unhappy but I keep writing sad stuff, and you guys deserve a break. Thank you to my best friend Madie for proof-reading/editing this once again and to @brooklynscherry-z for helping me get a better understanding of Tom & Mattheo’s lore. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this (much shorter) continuation to ‘I’ve Dug Two Graves For Us, My Dear”!
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“A letter arrived for you this morning, Y/N,” came the soft voice of your great aunt Delia, her wrinkled hand holding the letter out for you. For a second you were confused, unsure of who would have sent you a letter, especially at such an early hour, until it dawned on you.
Your husband.
A pang of hurt hit your heart at the thought of him. It had been two months since you had seen or spoken to him and though you hated him, another, smaller, part of you missed him terribly. He had been your first love and dearest friend, and his infidelity wasn’t enough to completely erase the love you’ve held for him since the two of you were only seventeen.
As you held the letter in your hands you contemplated not opening it, to instead toss it in the trash and forget it ever arrived. You eyed the entrance to the kitchens, the trash was right through that door, you could throw it away and leave the contents of the letter a mystery. But, as you turned the letter over in your hands, you felt curiosity eating at the back of your mind, beckoning you to open the letter and dissect its contents.
‘Well…it couldn’t hurt,’ you thought, gently unfolding the parchment. As your eyes skimmed over the opening of the letter, you soon realized this was not a letter you should read in the company of others. Folding the letter back up, you looked at your aunt, asking “may I be excused?”
Her eyes darted between the parchment and your eyes, and she looked as if she wanted to ask you something but she waved you off instead, wordlessly telling you that you may take your leave.
You gave her a nod of gratitude before heading to the room you were staying in, trying your hardest to seem normal. Once you entered your room, you made sure to lock the doors and cast a silencing charm for good measure. You did not want your aunt to hear you in the event that you became upset.
Sitting at the desk in the corner of your room, you unfolded the letter and began to read it once again.
Dear Y/N,
I hope this letter finds you well. It has been two months since I have seen or spoken to you, and I must admit that I miss you more than I thought myself capable of. I understand that what I did was unforgivable in your eyes, but I hope by telling you everything it will help you process what is going on so we may move forward from this.
A year ago I approached Bellatrix with the proposition of conceiving and carrying my heir. I explained I did this out of a need to produce an heir and you had not been able to get pregnant yourself. Once she had the child, the child would be ours to raise, she was merely going to be a surrogate of sorts; she understood and agreed to the terms and from there we began the affair.
She finally fell pregnant 6 months ago with a boy. While I should've told you about my plans before approaching her, I most definitely should have told you once she was with child. I am sincerely sorry that you found out the way you did. I wish I could have told you myself, under better circumstances.
Please consider coming back home so that we may be a proper family.
Eternally yours, Tom
You felt a few tears slip out and drip from your eyes onto the parchment, smearing the ink that stained the page with its terrible words. Oh how you wish he hadn’t written to you. His answers did not bring any form of acceptance of his actions, only further heartbreak. It was hard for you to comprehend how he could have sex with her and then return home to you as if all was normal.
“Reducio,” you muttered, shrinking the letter. You carefully folded it, being sure not to rip it, before you got out of your seat and made your way to your closet. On the top shelf, in the furthest corner, sat an intricately carved wooden box with flowers lining the top and sides. The initials M.R sat right above the lock. You conjured a small stepping stool, but even with the stool you were still unable to reach it, leaving yourself to blindly swipe your hand across the shelf till you finally felt your fingers bump the edge.
With what you were looking for finally in your grasp, you got off the stool and went back to your desk. You sat down again, reaching towards one of the desk drawers, and pulling it open to retrieve the small key for the box. As soon as the lock clicked, you opened the top, revealing an empty interior.
The box was made to hold important milestone objects and keepsakes for your son. You planned to fill it with your own letters and pictures so that you could look back on it when he is older and no longer needs you, to remind yourself of simpler times. You hadn’t planned on putting anything related to Tom in there. The thought of him was far too painful, and you didn’t want to taint the little bits of happiness within.
Taking the shrunken letter you placed it in the box before sliding off your wedding ring and putting it on top of the letter. As you closed the box once again, you felt as if you were also closing the metaphorical lid on your marriage. You wouldn’t grace Tom with your presence, a simple letter would have to suffice as you decided you were going to effectively cut him out of your life.
Dear Tom,
I will keep this letter simple and to the point. I appreciate your honesty and your willingness to take some form of accountability for your actions, as I know it’s not something that comes easy to you. But, I will not be returning home nor will we be playing at being a happy family. If you want to be a family as badly as you say, then leave our marriage intact but let us live separate lives. Don’t worry, I do not plan to date or remarry, for you are my first and final love.
That all being said, do not contact me again unless it is with divorce proceedings.
P.s. congratulations on the heir you always wanted.
Sincerely, Y/N
Putting your quill down, you read over the letter one more time to be sure this was what you wanted your final words to him to be. Satisfied with what you wrote, you got out of your chair once again and left the room, heading towards the back garden where you knew the owl belonging to your aunt would be.
Walking into the small building that housed her owl you saw the bird, Chipp, still here and not away delivering mail for your aunt. You gave Chipp a few treats as a thank you for going out in the cold for delivering this letter for you before holding the letter out for the owl to take. Chipp happily took the parchment and flew off to take the letter to its recipient.
That was the last time you spoke to Tom. As the months turned to years, Tom became a distant, painful memory.
11 years later
“Mattheo! Wait up!” You called out to your son, as he excitedly ran ahead of you. You were winded trying to keep up with him, trying hard not to lose him in the crowd of teary-eyed mothers and nervous children. When you finally caught up to him, you grabbed him by the shoulder, halting him. “I understand you’re excited, but will you try not to run off,” you were panting slightly, “I would at least like to tell you goodbye.”
Mattheo looked exasperated, trying already to seem too cool to tell his mother bye. “But mum—” he started, trying to justify his running off. “No buts; now, let me see you,” you said, motioning him to turn around. He groaned, turning around to face you. You held him by his arms in front of you, “listen, and actually listen to me for once; listen to your professors and don’t cause trouble, I know how—” you paused mid sentence when something out of the corner of your eye caught your attention.
It was your husband.
Your husband, who you hadn’t seen in 11 years, with a young boy standing beside him. The two of you locked eyes and you felt a wave of discomfort hit you. How could you have been so stupid? Of course he would be here, his son and Mattheo are close in age, they’d obviously go to school together.
You decided to skip the speech and quickly walk further up the platform, trying to put more room between you and Tom. You didn’t want Tom to approach you and attempt to talk to you or your son. Mattheo didn’t need to go through such a confusing altercation on such an important day. This day was only about him and you wanted it to be special.
Once you put a satisfying amount of room between the two of you, you stopped and your son decided to ask why that man was staring at you. Waving him off, you explained, “he’s just someone I used to know, that’s all.” Mattheo looked like he had more questions, but you didn’t give him the chance to ask them. Instead, you gave him a parting kiss on the forehead and told him goodbye before all but pushing him onto the train.
You backed away and watched Mattheo walk further into the train before he finally disappeared from sight. You felt your eyes well up with tears at the reality of your son leaving for Hogwarts, giving you definitive proof of how old he was getting. It made you wish you possessed a time turner, just so you could go back to the beginning and do it all over again.
As you shuffled back toward the exit, you were lost in thought over how Mattheo would do at Hogwarts. What house would he be in? Would he make friends? How would he do academically? You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t noticed someone closing in on you until it was too late.
You felt a hand wrap around your bicep and pull you back slightly causing you to stumble into their chest. You whipped around, about to give the owner of the offending hand a piece of your mind when you saw who was touching you.
Tom looked at you, and though his face remained neutral, you swear you saw a glint of hurt in his eyes. He released your arm only to place a hand on the small of your back, “walk with me, Y/N?”
You hesitated for a second before giving him a small nod and walking with him back towards the entrance to platform 9 ¾. There was a moment of tense, awkward silence before he spoke.
“What is his name?” Tom asked. You thought about whether you wanted to tell him or not, as you knew where this conversation was headed.
“Mattheo,” was all you said. Not giving away his full name, as you weren’t ready to admit you’d given him Tom’s last name.
Tom went silent again and you looked up to see him deep in thought. Not wanting to make the situation any more uncomfortable by just staring at him, you looked away, waiting for him to speak once again. Though, once he spoke, you wish he had kept the awkward silence between you two.
“Have dinner with me tonight.”
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diejager · 10 months ago
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What if in the step dad könig au where reader meets ghost and Soap she ends up getting pregnant with their child and she lies to könig and horangi saying it's theirs but when she gives birth to the baby or babies they look completely different?
Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, pregnancy, lying, “cheating”, tell me if I missed any.
You hadn’t meant anything bad. Rather, you meant well, you meant to act as a responsible parent to your unborn children. They were so young and so vulnerable, minds still on the cusp of consciousness with their small kicks becoming more and more common. You used to hate being so swollen and restrained to a few tasks, but you’d grown used to it, something within that saddened mid of yours clicked and you fell in love with the small lives you were carrying in your womb. 
You knew whose kids they belonged to, who the fathers of your twins were, but König and Horangi didn’t. You’d kept your little night dates a secret from anyone other than close friends, meeting Simon and Johnny at the bar you often went to and left early on to their motel room. You’d been nervous at first, unused to the whole one night stand until they offered to drive you home and give you their numbers. It made it feel like it was more than a single night after you clicked.
And it wasn’t, you met whenever you could, sneaking out to meet Simon while Johnny prepped their motel room, embellishing the dull and dreary room they came to call home until they found the right house to buy. You’d forgotten about your lack of birth control, König had forced you to stop taking any kind of protection to ensure that it took every time they came in you. It left you feeling sick and self-conscious of the changes in your body while you lied to them, strongly small, white lies to keep them satisfied and calm.
You were glad they couldn’t see any characteristic from the printed ultrasound photos, protecting them from any kind of pain and trauma they would have suffered if it were known. All you could see was the strength of their hearts, the strong beat and the slight movement that made your heart skip a beat and them beam in joy. You felt relief then, your nerves lessened simply by their obliviousness of your situation, but now that you were in labour, having to introduce them to the world, your fear and anxiety had never been higher than it was now.
You were in tears, face flushed and hands clammy, having to push past the pain and push the babies out. The relied was instant once both were out, much to the dismay of the anger and shock of both men that stared down at the bob of blond and brown hair. They stewed in silent anger, you could see the red gleams in their eyes at the discovery that they’d been lied to, their promised children another’s. 
“We will celebrate once we’re home, nh?”
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agendabymooner · 1 year ago
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SOMETHING DIVINE !!! TOTO W. X FEM!READER (18+)
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summary: toto shows his appreciation for his pregnant wife. (part two-ish of something intoxicating)
💌 re:moony's planner request: "reader actually getting pregnant after toto fucked her out after a long neglect and him being really exited for this chapter in their life."
content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, insecurities, pregnant!reader, body worship, breeding/impregnation kink, creampie, i did not proofread this lol
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he didn’t think that she could get any sexier than she was before. but alas. 
here she was: her figure, her sweet sweet figure, had a small protrusion on her stomach that indicated a sign of life within her. she was the most attractive woman to have ever existed, and, when they learned that they were expecting, there was a growing sense of protection and primal desire within toto that he couldn’t even explain.
he couldn’t help it; his cock wouldn’t stop from making itself hard after looking at her body. she was growing a life, for fucks sake— and she was doing so in the most amazing way possible. it was making toto hornier than usual. 
but she wasn’t aware of it. in fact, she often voiced out how her skin continued to stretch and showed marks as the baby progressively grew.
her insecurities, ones that continued to grow as much as her baby did, were something she hid away from toto. she didn’t want to make them a big deal considering that he was already stressed enough during this season.
she often spoke to lewis’ physiologist, angela, about this kind of matter and hadn’t approached anyone else as she continued to spend her time at the paddock. if anyone else knew— they’d immediately tell toto. that would mean that she was burdening her husband with this matter. 
toto hadn’t meant to walk in the conversation, but he couldn’t find himself to refrain from listening when she and angela spoke while in the garage.
“the baby’s growing real fast,” angela told the woman with fascination, “i reckon he’d have long legs like his daddy.”
and instead of offering a happy laugh, the woman let out a small pitiful chuckle as angela then asked, “oh no. don’t tell me—?”
toto’s wife sighed, “i dunno. i’m supposed to be happy— and i am! ‘s just—“ she placed her hand over the stomach and rubbed the bulge soothingly. she continued, “i don’t feel like this is me. my body— dunno. it’s silly, don’t you think?” 
“it’s not,” angela reassured the woman. “it’s normal to feel that way. you have to understand that your body is growing a baby and that they require a little more space than food usually does.” 
“i shouldn’t feel bad,” the woman said with a solemn smile, “i’m very excited, really. this is my first kid— this is toto’s first kid. but at the same time i feel like i’d lose his attention the moment this kid pops out and i don’t have the body i used to—“
“hey, hey!” angela gave the woman a warning look, “enough with that. you look absolutely divine— toto would be stupid if he doesn’t appreciate your body and what it’s doing for his son.” 
toto stood behind the door and continued listening. he wasn’t sure if he was upset at his wife for not coming to him sooner to talk about her feelings. but he was certain that he was upset at her for thinking that she wasn’t worth being appreciated because of her body. 
he had to do something. he could still do something as a loving and appreciative partner while she did all the hard work. 
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and that’s what he did. he couldn’t help himself when she came out of the bathroom with nothing but a slip dress on that night. the way her silk nightwear accentuated her curves made toto’s cock twitch in his trousers. 
he couldn’t help but sink down to devour every part of her. at first, she wondered what prompted him to act like this— to act so… primal and overly worshipful. but as soon as his mouth attached itself to her tender skin and fragile figure she was long gone, a gasp escaping her lips while she begged for him.
and who was he to deny his pretty, fragile wife? he would be damned if he hadn’t done anything to make her feel loved— he’d give her the world, should she demand it. 
she whimpered quietly as toto thrusted into her cunt gently, her eyes close to tearing up because of how toto treated her like she’s bound to break at some point. 
his hands travelled down her body as he groaned softly, rhythms of his hips slapping against hers were adagio as toto’s thumbs played with her stiff nipples. he hummed, “so eine hübsche frau.” such a pretty wife.
“you should see yourself, schatz,” he growled, his cock bottoming out in her as she let out a loud moan. “you’re growing my baby— our baby. haven’t seen something so beautiful before. fuuuck~ you are so sexy, it makes me want to fuck more babies into you.”
she sobbed desperately, “ngh~ i- toto.” her heels dug into his hips harder as she lifted her hips up to meet his halfway through. “want you.”
“‘m here, liebling,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead as his pace turned up to presto as they both let out endless sounds of pleasure. the tip of his cock reaching her cervix as he began pounding into her relentlessly.
“please fuck me harder,” she begged. “wan’ you to fuck me.”
“i will,” he shushed her, “but i can’t help it. this body of yours- fuck- makes me want to take it slower. you’re so beautiful like this- all pregnant with my baby.” he nipped on her tits as he hummed in satisfaction.
“makes me want to give you more after this one comes out,” he said darkly, kissing her hard as he began to fuck her harder. “gonna give you more and make sure these tits are full of milk.”
“mm, fuck- toto~” she cried out, feeling too overwhelmed by the pleasure and excitement she had gotten out of his words and his actions. 
her cunt clenched around his cock as he chuckled sweetly and said, “oh? you want more kids then? you want to be my pregnant little wife full of my babies?” 
she only nodded frantically. toto continued to fuck her until a loud strangled noise escaped her lips.
“o- oh, fuck. ‘m cumming,” she announced, holding him closer as his thrusts became harder and faster as they both reached their highs. 
“god— fucking hell, schatz,” he muttered hastily, groaning deeply in her ear as he said, “i’m gonna cum. where do you want me?”
“i- inside, toto- fuck!” she cried out, her body shaking as her walls throbbed around him. “cum inside me, please!”
toto’s hips stuttered for a brief moment as he let out a groan, shooting his cum inside her cunt as he thrusted slowly before stilling.
with a breathless sigh, he slowly pulled out of her and watched his cum escape her hole and drip down the mattress beneath her. he looked at her fucked out face lovingly as he gave her another kiss. 
god she really was fucking divine. he wouldn’t be surprised if she was pregnant again shortly after giving birth to their firstborn. 
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I love your touch starved Gale so much 😭❤️ honestly it's so tender and yum haha
Do you have an A-Z/Alphabet NSFW thing for Gale??? 🙏
I do now!!! I totally forgot abut Alphabet stuff, if ya'll want one for every character let me know, I'm working on Astarion right now!
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Gale Dekarios NSFW alphabet (x reader)
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Gale is kind and caring, he will always make sure you get what you need before he really relaxes. Sex isn't over for him until you're taken care of, aftercare is a part of the sexual experience to him.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Creampie every time, though after eating you out he has stopped to cum on your thighs.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Not that much of a secret since anyone who looked at his underwear knows, it's self jerk off underwear. Honestly I think he's used them during battle when you look extra hot. Trying really hard not to show that he's pleasuring himself.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Gale is fairly experenced, having a few mortal hookups/relationships and obviously a long fling with Mystra that left him a bit sexually traumatized (and generally very traumatized). He's had enough sex to know what he wants but still open to try new things.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Side fucking is his favorite for sure, it's easy to get away with while camping with the others as well. Also plowing you from behind while you lay on your stomach is a favorite, as he can kiss your neck or hold down your waist.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Very serious. Once he gets in that mood there's no getting him out of it.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He's trimmed for your pleasure, otherwise he'd definitely just forget.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Gale is a great mix of romantic, passionate, and filthy. Everything does hand in hand very well, he can absolutely run a train through you in astral protections with gangbanging you with literally just clones of himself, but he will still whisper sweet and romantic things, still check if you need to stop or if anything is too much.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Gale cry jerks like all the time lmao. Guilty masturbation is something he has mastered. Thinking about you before you get sexually involved? he will feel guilty.
How he jerks off is two different ways. The only way he can really cum is by grinding on something, his hand, the bed, his enchanted underwear, etc... But he doesn't need to cum. So he also jerks off with his hand behind the rocks near the beach in act 1s camp.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
This is gonna be a hear-me-out kind of situation.
Semi public sex kink. in front of windows, on balconies, middle of the forrest, etc.
lil bit of a jealousy thing, leaves hickies on your neck to show that ya'll fuck good.
he wouldn't do anything to harm you, so anything thats too 'harsh" is a no no for Gale.
thigh fucking kink?
sweaty kink?? cause battling? that whole speech was one of the most sexually charged things I have read.
lil bit of a breeding kink, not with actually getting pregnant, but definitely the deep creampies and keeping his cum in you.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Gale cannot WAIT to fuck you in every single inch of his tower. Whenever he pictures fucking you, he pictures you in his home. It's kinda romantic.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Honestly, any glance at you will get him going. Like an instant hard on. If he looks at you too long, boner. if he looks at your thighs or butt? Boner. Slightly low cut top? Boner. Battling? Boner.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He would never do anything to hurt you, the most he'd do is wax play.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Giving. This man GIVES. He fucks to serve. He wants your pleasure, he doesn't cum til you do, no matter what. If that means he won't cum, then he won't cum. If he could spend all day between your legs he would.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Sensual but fast and hard. This man pounds.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He hadn't ever been able to not last a while before you, now, he can actually do quickies, which infatuates him for a while so you have a lot of quickies for a time. But usually everything lasts an hour or so.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Gale is down to try just about anything you'd want, but he definitely already knows what he likes most.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Shockingly he can go for awhile. He will need to just lay for a while because he definitely isn't made for long sessions, he just ignores his knee and back pain for you until he absolutely can't.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
We all know he will, can, and has used magic hand during sex. Does copies of him count as toys as well?
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Gale isn't one to tease much. Verbally, sometimes, yes, telling you how hot you are, how good you look, etc, while having no time to slip away to fuck.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
I feel like Mystra wanted him silent, so he's working on getting more vocal during sex. But he doesn't moan loudly, sometimes whimpers or gasps.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Gale absolutely reads smut. We know this kinda from his diagram books basically, but I think he has a whole bookshelf dedicated to smut. His favorite being wlw.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Said this before but honestly? I watched something and that dick that was shown just screamed Gale to me, so I'm revising my HC and saying Gale is 7 inches, girthy, and curved upwards and slightly to the left, it absolutely fucks. Like tied with best dick of the group, tied with Wyll and his ribbed cock.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Gales sex drive is very dependant on you. If he's thinking about you or around you? very high. On his own? slightly above average.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Depends. After a long fuck, literally instantly after he checks to see if you need anything. after astral fucking he feels energized, after a quickie he feels a bit tired but fine overall.
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Love Thorns All Over This Rose
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Warnings: angst, talks of a miscarriage, body image, talks of difficulty staying pregnant, mention of what is technically a still-birth, depression, suicidal thoughts, self-medicating, accidental suicide attempt (this is will make sense if you read it), probably poor writing and OOC characters but whatever
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IF THERE IS A WANT FOR A PART 2, I WILL DO ONE, IF NOT, THEN THIS STAYS AS A ONE-SHOT!
I mention Y/N goes to a church to pray, it is described more as a Christian or Catholic one (I really don't know the difference and I apologize) as she lights a candle before she prays. If you wish to skip that part, it starts with "Y/N hurried up the steps of the Cathedral." and ends with "Y/N nodded silently before turning and walking out.". I do also mention that the reader themselves aren't very religious (but grew up with it so reverted back to old practices to see if it helped)
Alfred is also dead in this (don't ask why he just is) so that's why he isn't here!
The POV here isn't really consistent. It jumps between being with the Batkids, Bruce, and Y/N's. I tried to make it flow though so hopefully that works!
 I feel like I should mention:
Bruce and Y/N's ages don't matter (I'm not in the mood to deal with that) but; Dick is 31 (and married to Kori but that's not too important), Jason is 25, Tim is 22, Damian is 15, Cass is 24, and Steph is 23
I also am not too familiar with Duke, so that is why he isn't there much. Mostly just mentioned
Anywho, enjoy
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7:25 AM
The kids watched as Y/N was silent as she put the plate down in front of Bruce's empty seat. They all noted how fake her smile looked as she looked up at them. "Alright, I will see you kids later!"
They all watched as she walked out of the dining room and once they knew she was out of earshot, they started talking.
"Did she eat anything?"
It was Jason, he had been the last down (well...outside of Tim) so he only saw her putting the plates down and ushering them to eat.
Dick shook his head, he had seen her the entire time she made breakfast. Fully clothed, which was unusual as she usually just made breakfast in her pajamas with her hair occasionally brushed. But not today. Today her hair was done, makeup was on, she was dressed as if she was working.
But everyone in that house knew she was still off after what happened, even though it had been 3 months since the incident.
Damian flicked at his food, "Ummi was supposed to take me to school today."
Dick smiled at Damian, "I can, Dami. Mom is just...preoccupied."
Damian hmphed and continued to play with his food. Dick was concerned for his younger brother. He knew that while he himself was close with the woman he had allowed to become his mother, Damian was so much more as she was really the only person who never got mad at him or made fun of him when he didn't understand something.
Jason abruptly stood, "Since mom isn't here, I'm just gonna go."
Dick raised a brow, "Really Jason? You're just gonna leave after--"
"Hey, we've been over this before Dick. I come because mom asks me to." He shrugged as he put his jacket on, "Plus, I'm going to follow her."
Stephanie snorted, "She'll kill you when she catches you."
"If she catches me. If."
Steph hummed, "My bets are on she will. Y/N is always on the lookout, especially after..." She faded and looked down, regret piling up inside her as she thought of what she was about to say.
"Either way, tell us what you find Jason."
He nodded to Dick's request before heading out the side door in the kitchen. Dick tapped his hand on the table for a minute before speaking; "I'm gonna go check on dad, Damian go get everything ready and I'll meet you at the entryway, alright?"
The eldest stood, placing a gentle hand on the youngest shoulder before heading to the stairs. Dick was concerned. He had never seen his mother so...shut off. Pretending like everything was alright even though everyone who saw her could tell that she was so close to jumping off of a bridge.
The closest that he had seen her to this was back when Jason died and she broke up with Bruce. But even then, she didn't avoid things that she had already planned. Even then, she stayed committed to things.
Plus, Dick knew she had no plans today. Well...no plans except for the fact that beforehand this would have been her due date. And he knew that that was most likely what had off-set her so badly.
Dick didn't even knock before opening the door to Bruce's study. He was even speaking before his father even looked up from his computer. "Have you talked to mom?"
Bruce raised a brow, "What?"
"Mom." Dick crossed his arms, "When was the last time you and her had a real conversation?"
Bruce shrugged, "I'm not sure." He looked at Dick oddly, "What are you going on about?"
Dick let out a hard sigh, "You two are married, it is your job to take care of her. Goddammit Bruce!" He threw his hands up in anger, "You know what? Nevermind, I'm not...I'm not even going to try."
He angrily turned and walked out of the room. He didn't even understand why he even thought that talking to Bruce would help. He just walked down the stairs and remembered his promise to get Damian to school. Trying to hide the anxiety he had that he didn't know what exactly his mom was doing.
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9:09 AM
Jason watched Y/N walk out of the convenience store all the way in Blüdhaven. From where he was, he couldn't see what she had bought, but the moment he saw her go into the store, he had messaged Tim to watch her bank account. To watch what she was purchasing. Something felt...off as he watched her.
Jason knew that after the...accident, Y/N had been hard to reach. To talk to. He knew that she and Bruce hadn't been sleeping in the same bed since that argument he had accidently heard them having around 3 weeks after everything happened. So 4 weeks ago.
Granted...from what he had heard, it wasn't even a fight that they had had. Mostly just words being thrown at the other. Words that Jason never thought that he would hear either one say to the other. Words that he never told any of his siblings that he heard. All out of fear that one of them would panic. And while sure, he had a disdain for Tim and Damian, that didn't mean he would ever let either of them know what he had heard.
Jason wasn't sure how long he had been watching her just sit in the car before Tim finally texted him a list of what Y/N had bought in the past week. And considering Jason had seen her previous bank records for a week, it was a sure red mark with how short it was.
Tim
In the past week she's gotten a lot of sleeping pills. That's basically all that she has gotten. That plus energy and pain pills. Duke is thinking she's self-medicating again
Jason sighed as he pocketed his phone when he saw his mom driving out of the parking lot. He kept a safe distance behind her as he followed her on her drive back to Gotham.
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12:15 PM
Y/N hurried up the steps of the Cathedral. Trying not to make a misstep and fall as well as trying not to draw attention to herself. She closed the umbrella over her head as she walked in. Placing it in the small holder, she brushed the front of her outfit as her heels clicked on the ground when she walked down the long hall.
Last time she was there was for her mothers funeral last year. Last time she had walked up and grabbed the larger candle to dip down and light the smaller one. Her heart pounded in her chest as she kneeled, words swimming through her head and mumbling off her lips.
She herself was never very religious, but having grown up that way, she wondered if praying like she did as a child would work. Praying that things would get better and that she would get better.
She shakily did the cross on her before standing and wiping the tears that had silently fallen away from her cheeks. She turned and started to make her way out of the church when she heard a voice call out her name:
"Mrs. Wayne! We were not expecting you here today, is everything alright?"
Y/N slowly turned to face one of the Nuns, a small, fake, smile on her face. "Oh yes, everything is alright Sister. Just came here to pray for a moment. I haven't in such a long time."
The nun nodded, "Very well, I hope the Good Lord hears your prayer and makes it happen."
Y/N nodded silently before turning and walking out. She grabbed her umbrella before opening the door and walking out. She practically ran back to her car, wanting to get in before anyone saw her out.
But Cass and Steph did. They watched her speed back to her car as they sat in the cafe across the way. Stephanie shook her head, "She never goes there. Especially not since her mothers deaths."
Cass nodded as Steph continued; "Something is seriously going on with Y/N. Maybe something else has happened that we don't know."
"She's been deteriorating for the past 4 weeks."
Steph raised a bow and inquired, "4 weeks?" Cass nodded, "Huh...weird, that's around a week after she came home from the hospital." She grabbed her phone and started typing in the groupchat that only held the kids (Damian not included):
Steph
when did Bruce disappear for a few days after Y/N came home?"
It didn't take long for Tim to respond
logs say he left 35 hours after she got home and came back 83 hours later why?
Cass
She's been slowly getting worse sense then
Jason
I overheard them arguing around 3 weeks after everything happened and I know they haven't been sleeping in the same room since then. And I'm not sure how important this is; but Tim checked her bank account and she bought different pills so me, him, and Duke think she's medicating again. Or that she's going to start again.
Cass and Steph looked at each other, concern and worry was on their faces as they read Jason's last message. Something started unnerving them as they thought of the things she could possibly do if she was going to start medicating again.
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3:25 PM
Y/N looked at her body in the mirror. Her hands came to lay on her stomach. Just like she did before. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she stared at her flatter stomach. She breathed shakily as her hands fell down to her sides.
Why?
Was all she ever asked.
Why me? Why did this happen to me?
She was so confused. She had always been good. Done everything to be a good person. But yet she still had that happen to her. Was she just not meant to be a mother?
Of course...she was one. She was a mother to 4 amazing boys and 1 beautiful girl. But still...it was different. Yes, those 5 children were hers, but that one. That singular one that she had carried for nearly 7 months had meant so much to her. Especially after being told time and time again it wouldn't happen.
It wasn't even the first time it had happened. She had had miscarriages before...but that wasn't what it was this time. The kidnapping. Bruce and the kids had found her after 2 days. The emergency c-section to save the baby.
But she knew. Of course she knew. She knew it had died.
Her baby girl. She had died before she even got the chance to live.
Y/N shakily breathed as she grabbed one of the bottles from the counter. She had thought it was the pain medication. But it hadn't been.
Sleeping meds.
Ever since it happened she had hardly been able to sleep. Nightmares of what happened still plagued her mind. Bruce yelling at her still echoed in her brain. Those...twisted words he said echoed inside of her.
She had popped a few in her mouth before dry-swallowing them and getting into the bath she had started earlier. The hot water felt like it was searing her skin, but she didn't care. She wondered if maybe she did this enough, whoever was above would forgive her of her sins and let her keep a pregnancy.
She wasn't sure how long she had stayed in the water before it became difficult to keep her head above water. Her body just felt so heavy. She wondered what pain meds she had grabbed at the store. She couldn’t remember them making her feel this way before. After a few moments of struggling to keep her head up, she felt her body sink down and under the water. But even as she felt water rush into her nose and fill her lungs, she couldn't bring herself to move and get out.
She just accepted her fate.
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3:30 PM
Bruce sat in his office, a bad feeling settling in his stomach. Something was telling him to check on Y/N. See if she was alright. He knew she had returned around 20 minutes ago, the security cameras had caught her walking in.
He carefully stood from his desk and walked out of his office. He walked down the oddly quiet halls of the manor. A small feeling of pain and guilt started to eat at him as he got closer to the guest room she had been staying in. He knew she was struggling. He knew that she needed him today. But he just...couldn't.
He was selfish. He knew this.
He knew he was so goddamn selfish. Caring about his own feelings rather than helping his wife. She had been the one to physically go through everything. She had been the one to bear that trauma.
He had been so incredibly selfish since she had come home from the hospital. He had even begun to wonder why she even stayed in the manor.
But as he opened the door to the guest room, unrest settled inside him as he saw she wasn't there but the bathroom door was open. It was silent. He had known his wife long enough to know she never was silent in the bathroom. She almost always had music playing.
He pushed the bedroom door further open as he walked further in. Anxiety started to reach a breaking point as he walked into the bathroom.
And time felt like it moved in slow-motion as he saw her state. Her knees bent out of the water, her head under. He saw the three bottles of pills on the counter. He saw the open one read sleep on them. He ran over to the tub, grabbing under her arms and pulling her out.
He bent down, trying to listen for a heartbeat. He felt like his own heart stopped as he heard nothing. Not even a faint thump of one. He quickly moved to her side and started CPR.
Everything still felt like it was moving slower than it was as he pushed down on her sternum. Tears gathered in his eyes as he repeatedly slammed down onto her. As he breathed into her mouth. He didn't stop. He couldn't stop.
It felt like an eternity had passed by the time he finally had gotten the CPR to work. She began to cough profusely, water spluttering everywhere. He sobbed as he heard her shallow breaths break through the air.
He heard the noise of Dick's voice breaking. "Mom?"
He looked at him, seeing both him and Damian staring at the scene in front of them. Staring as their father held their mother in his arms. As tears fell from his eyes, he pleaded for them to call 911.
It was with shaky hands that Dick did it. His words sounded choked back, he kept stuttering. Trying to say what he was supposed to but his mind was running at a million miles and and half a mile a second at the same time. Everything felt fuzzy and he had no idea what he was supposed to do. All that he knew was that he walked in on his dad doing CPR on his mom.
That was all he knew.
That was all Dick knew.
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