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#alora if ur reading this ur a liar
makethemhoesmad · 1 month
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baby mama-a.f.
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if you dumbasses had looked at the poll you would have seen that part 2 has to wajt
shoutout to @cjrights for bullying you guys with me
you’re fucking welcome for this i had to go to ao3 for inspo
“azzi, look at this one,” i say to my girlfriend, moving my phone in front of her face. it’s playing what’s probably the seventh baby video i’ve shown her tonight, but i actually cannot get over how cute they are. 
“yes baby, they’re all very cute. is there a purpose to all of these, or do you just want me to see them?”
i blush, embarrassed. i shake my head at her, tucking myself between her and the back of the couch instead.
“aw, cmon darling, look at me. do you want one? is that what this is about? want me to put a baby in your belly?” i breathe in deeply against her neck, reminding her that im still not looking at her. she grabs my chin and forces me face to face with her, brown eyes glowing, pupils blown wide. “well? is that want you want mama?” i blush harder.
“ye-yeah az. want you to give me a baby, want you to- i just want you” azzi grins at me and pulls us both off the couch and into the bedroom.
“okay mama, i want you to strip for me, right here. i’ll be back in a second. make sure to be all ready for me, gonna put a baby in you”
i take off my pajama pants, panties, and bra, then settle against the pillows. azzi comes back, also wearing nothing, slipping into her strap.
“m’gonna make you feel so good, your gonna look so pretty with your belly all swollen up with my baby.” 
with that, she flips us and pulls me onto her lap, right onto her strap. i whimper as it pushes into me. we don’t use it very often, but its moments like these when i wonder why not.
“ah-azzi, yes, please, so, don’t stop keep going” i groan, feeling azzis hands move to my waist to keep me moving up and down on her. my head lolls back as i feel the knot in my stomach growing.
“you’re such a good girl, taking me so well mama. you look so beautiful, so amazing, so perfect”
i nearly scream out at her words, leaning forward and biting at her shoulder to muffle my voice.
“come on mama, let it all out. you’re gonna look so pretty, i’ll spoil you so good, won’t even let you walk around after four months, have to carry you”
i scream out her name as i climax, her words pushing me to the edge. she keeps moving me up and down, even after i’ve come down from my high. “azzi, please, too much, it’s too good, too good, please let me taste you”
she relents immediately, pulling me off of her and unbuckling her strap. 
“okay pretty, get on your knees and show me you deserve a baby” i listen, pushing her thighs apart and burying my face in her soaked pussy. i feel her hand on top of my head, holding me to her like i would ever leave. i flick my tongue against her clit, causing her hips to jolt. i hear her start to whine, meaning she’s about to come. i eat her through her climax, like i haven’t eaten in years.
“cmere pretty baby, let me hold my sexy baby mama.”
i crawl up onto the bed and under the blankets, slithering into her arms. 
“i love your arms, did i ever tell you that? i think they’d look real good with a baby in them” i tell her, running my fingers over her biceps.
“and i think you’d look really good as a mom pretty. i love you baby mama”
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vividaway · 1 year
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(i’m going to add a fuckin glossary at the end of this bc i realized halfway through reading this that this may be hard to read for anybody who isnt up to date on MaD terminology, aka, a large majority of my followers) i started a sandbox paracosm of miraculous ladybug back in 2016 and a large majority was based around giving fict!adrien (and fict!felix, because i had such a big love for 2017 TwinAU) and i strived on sort of fixing the family dynamic because think about the base universe the writers really gave me: rich fashion designer father with a teenage son in a mansion in france. he’s absent, but its due to grief. he lives a sheltered life. 
usually what ends up happening in a lot of the timelines is, an equally famous teenage girl comes to town in a need to stay, usually a family friends. i tend to include powers unrelated to the miraculous box (a separate miraculous that she was trained to use back home) because it create good story points for the main miraculous team getting defensive because How Could She Have A Miraculous? Who IS She?
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and obviously, because i try to make a reformed gabe, i’ve taken away the role of hawkmoth from him all together. he comes to his senses and favors adrien over the miraculous. who DOES become hawkmoth tends to switch depending on which sandbox im in, sometimes its a new para i’ve created and other times its an older version of lila. i like getting the kids involved in the fashion more, like with actual outfit inspiration and them making their own designs with marinette and bringing it to gabe like “look >:) we got u ur newest kids fashion line >:))” and he’s just like “oh my god not again get OUT of my office im going to have a nervous breakdown”
and i always like to make chloe this ambigous character, where, shes mean and catty but its because of TraumaTM and she has her moments and slowly starts to learn as Alora enters the picture because heres an Even Richer, Even More Powerful Daughter Whos Nice? To “Poor” People? and of course at first chloe is like ‘no wtf’  but she becomes more willing to be nice the longer she see’s alora doing it.
Lila has fully taken over the position of resident school bully, and yes she does lie, but a mass majority of people don’t believe her. she tries to befriend the new kids who don’t really know the truth, and she tries to warp their perspectives. but she isnt JUST a liar-- she’s a proper bully to everybody. mocking people, insulting them, and trying to start fight to help herself create akumas i might talk about this more in the future, but thats all i can think to mention thats important. if you have any questions pls dont hesitate to ask! 
daydreaming masterlist w/ glossary
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