#but if I kept trying to change it then this would've sat in my inbox forever kdjfb

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I hate pregnancy but ur pregnant reader fics omgaaah have you written this yet? Reader&gojo Smooch smooch 👉👌 to induce labor 🤯

sgji please this has me giggling and I have not yet, with Satoru anyway until now! also, please note that this is not realistic in any way lmao about ten to fifteen percent of women's water breaks naturally, and usually, not like this nor does labor or anything like that happen so fast really! tis all for fanfic purposes!!

tags: 18+ only content - mdni + pregnant! fem reader + explicit smut + going into labor + parental freakout

You walked around the house with your hand under your belly feeling your daughter kick wildly, just as much as you wanted her out she wanted to stay inside warm and cozy no matter what you tried to do.

She was stubborn just like her father is.

It also seemed that she was giving you a sweet tooth to the point that anything new Satoru brought home you ended up snatching it from his spot when he wasn't looking only to see him pout like a child.

However, you were glad he was stubborn when it came to him helping you go into labor. He bought the best ball for you to bounce on, only making sure you went to the world's best doctors and he ordered a slew of spicy things in order to help move things along.

Even during a regular movie night, you had him twist and pinch your nipples, the stimulation was supposed to help to put you into labor until your husband suggested something else to move things along.

"'Toru!" You cried out brokenly, your fingers gripped the pillow that lay under your head while he lay behind you making sure your leg was hooked over his arm as he thrust into you slowly over and over again.

Everything felt much more sensitive with all the blood rushing to your cunt that leaked around him as you tried your best to push back against him wanting to feel him fully, he was scared that it'd hurt.

You turned your head to look at him with glassy eyes, red and pricked with tears as you pouted, your bottom lip quivering. "More! I need more!" You told him in half a whine and growl moaning his name.

Satoru obliged and lifted your leg up higher. "I don't want to hurt either of my babies, tell me if it's painful." He husked against your mouth when he leaned in for a soft kiss that made you melt for him.

His tongue slid and stroked against yours in an erotic dance as he fucked into you deeper until he bottomed out feeling your back bow as you arched into him more, your jaw going slack with pleasure.

His free hand roamed over your belly and then to your breasts pinching and twisting your nipples as he littered your shoulders with open-mouthed kisses that added to the cloud of bliss he put you on.

"Cum please for fucks sake make me cum!" You told him reaching down to circle your clit as you tried your best to buck up against him seeking more of what he could offer. Satoru chuckled at hearing you.

He hurried his pace going deeper with his strokes feeling your pussy squeeze him tight and wet he swore you were going to rip his dick right off. "You're squeezin' me so tight sweetheart, cum for me."

You could feel him throb and twitch before releasing thick ropes of cum that pushed you into your own orgasm making you squeal loud and long feeling a strong sensation flow through you as your muscles contracted as you threw your head back into Satoru's shoulder.

Satoru slowed his pace down fucking his cum deeper into you only to feel a rush of warmth gush between your legs causing him to pull out slowly and gently, his eyes wide and wild. "Was that your water that broke?" He asked sitting up as he looked between your legs.

When you rolled to your back he could see more of the clear fluid as you nodded gripping the blanket for a different reason, your contractions coming in strong and fast making you gasp and grunt.

"Looks like we're going to be meeting our baby girl soon." He muttered still staring down between your legs. All the information he took in from the internet couldn't prepare him for the real deal however as he felt the touch of a parent's first anxious moment.

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Folklore [song series]

mirrorball

Modern Day AU! Steve Rogers x OC!Reader

Plot: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s new album folklore. The story follows the timeline of Bucky and Elizabeth’s life throughout the years.

Word count: 2110

[a/n: thanks for being patient with me! hope you guys enjoy this new chapter! if i forgot to tag you please inbox me]

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Series Masterlist

Age: 20

Location: Brooklyn, NY

Year: Summer 2014

Steve flopped down onto his bed, tired after today's events. Elizabeth softly laid down next to him, Steve wrapped his arm around her bringing her closer to his chest.

"Today was a day," he tiredly says.

"You okay?" She asked him.

After Bucky had left there was a sadness aura that followed Steve for the rest of the party. He had no clue what he had expected Bucky's reaction to be, but definitely not the one he got. He had even prepared himself fo a fight, he was grateful that didn't happen. He just wasn't expecting for Bucky to shut down and leave. Not even accepting his offer of having a conversation later.

He knew that Bucky just needed his space, time to think it all over. But the look on Bucky's face had Steve questioning whether or not he would ever come around.

It threw Steve off when Bucky requested that he breakup with Elizabeth. He couldn't believe his best friend would want his own happiness to suffer.

His whole life he had done everything possible to keep Bucky happy. After what Bucky and his family had to go through with his father, Steve made it his mission to never let his friend feel that way again. Granted he was only 7 when he made that promise to himself, he still kept it.

Steve had never put himself first, at least not until he had made the decision to go to school in California. He had even thought about changing his plans after his breakup with Elizabeth but he knew his parents would've been disappointed with that decision.

He had put Bucky first his entire life, what he's doing isn't selfish. Yet he can't help but feel like the most selfish person ever.

What if he was keeping Elizabeth from truly being happy? What if she just didn't want to break his heart? What if she just didn't want to break his heart during a family event? What if come tomorrow she would tell him the truth, that she was really still in love with Bucky.

He's not sure he could handle that heartbreak.

"Want to tell me what's going on in that head of yours?" Elizabeth asked, breaking Steve from his self destructive thoughts.

"I won't be mad if you still love him," Steve says, "I'd understand."

Elizabeth quickly sat up to get a look of Steve's face to make sure he was being serious. It nearly broke her to see how defeated he looked. She's never seen him so down, not even after his breakup with Peggy.

"You don't have to pretend to save my feelings," he continues, "If it meant you were happy, that's all I care about. If being with Bucky makes you happy, then please don't let me stand in the way."

"Oh Steve," she gently caresses his face, staring down at him, "I wasn't lying earlier when I told Bucky that I didn't love him anymore. And i most definitely wasn't lying when I said that I love you, because I do love you, with my whole heart. You make me happy. The happiest I've ever been. Bucky was my past. You are my now, and hopefully my future.

"If you can't see how truly great you are, then I must not be doing my job as not only your girlfriend, but you're friend," she says, "Because you make me feel special every single day. And I just want you to feel the way you've made me feel."

"It's not your fault," Steve softly says, grasping her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles.

"Growing up I've always been second to Bucky," he explains, "Everyone seemed to prefer him over me. Whether it was girls or just our friends. It was always Bucky then Steve."

Elizabeth takes a moment to think back on their time growing up. She couldn't help but feel guilty when she realized that everything Steve is saying is true.

After she and Bucky got together, Steve sort of became an after thought, not because they purposefully excluded him, it never crossed their mind simply because Steve also had Peggy at the time. But after Peggy left, Elizabeth never really got to talk to Steve about how he felt, because she got caught up in her own drama.

"Steve, I'm so sorry," she apologizes, "I should've known then about how you felt. I was so caught up in my own shit, I never realized that you could've been going through your own stuff."

"Liz, it was never your fault," he says, "You were going through your own stuff. And I had learned to suppress it. Plus Bucky was your boyfriend at the time, of course i wasn't really on your mind. Plus it's kind of my fault for allowing it to happen. I never spoke up about it. I just always went along, figuring it was better than nothing."

"Once I got to Berkeley that's when everything changed," his mood shifts a bit to a much lighter feel, "I no longer felt like the shadow of a person. I felt like my own person for the first time ever. I was able to become someone I never thought possible. I am no longer 'scrawny Steve, Bucky's best friend'. I just became 'Steve' or 'Rogers'."

Elizabeth smiled at the way Steve's eyes lit up when talking.

"I had never imagined myself leaving New York, let alone making the permanent move to California," he confesses, "As much as I love it here, California is where I feel I belong. I know you feel it too."

Elizabeth nods her head agreeing with him. She felt the same way, as much as New York was her childhood home, California was where she felt her heart aching for. Where she felt like she belonged, where she could thrive. The more she spent time there, the more it felt like home, that's why moving there wasn't a tough decision for her.

"Coming back here," Steve says, causing Elizabeth to shift back her focus on him, "It just makes me feel like that scrawny kid all over again. I feel like no matter how hard I try to shed that image, Brooklyn will never see me for who I am now, but for who I was then. Like no matter what I do I will always be 'little' Steve Rogers."

"I know you feel it too," he says looking up at her.

She did. She did feel stuck in the past whenever she came back home. It seemed like life stood still here, while outside of Brooklyn everything is moving ahead. She knows it's only because she grew up there, and had nothing to do with Brooklyn itself. Once she was in California, she got a taste of life outside of Brooklyn, and she's not sure if she would want to go back. So moving there was an easier choice for her to make.

"I do," she agrees, "It's why moving to California was an easy decision for me to make."

"I wasn't even sure I was even going to make it to California," he says.

"Why is that?"

"Felt like I was disappointing my parents," he confesses, "We had always discussed me going to Columbia as a pre-med major. That had been the original plan. It wasn't like they were forcing it on me. More like I was forcing it onto myself.

"It was the 'safer' choice, granted the longer one, but in the end it all would've been worth it. For some reason as a child I believed that was the only way my parents would've been proud of me. Regardless of the fact that they were already proud and would tell me constantly. I just put that pressure on myself."

"It wasn't until junior year that Mr. Lawson, my high school art teacher said I should apply to some art schools," he continues, "Then after I had a long discussion with the guidance counselor she agreed as well, saying I would get in no problem with whatever art field I applied in.

"I never really gave my drawing much thought. It was just something I would do. Also a career in art is not exactly financially stable, or at all stable. But I figured it wouldn't hurt to apply to a couple of schools as an architecture major. Never really gave it a second thought."

Steve pauses, "I did get into Columbia."

"Steve, no fucking way," Elizabeth gasp sitting up straighter, "I never even heard."

"That's because I only told my parents," he says, "I got the acceptance email the same day I got NYU's and Berkeley's, where I hadn't applied as pre-med, which my parents didn't know of at the time."

"Wow," Elizabeth responds feeling herself become speechless. She had only known about NYU and Berkeley. She knew about NYU because that was the plan, they, including Bucky had discussed Freshman year. Back when she was still with Bucky, and Steve with Peggy and they all had planned to stay in New York. Before life got complicated.

"When I did get the Berkeley acceptance I had to come clean to my parents about what major I applied under. I was nervous, because a part of me never told them because I was worried I wouldn't get in. So seeing that acceptance it was the assurance I needed. One that really let me know that I could actually do it. And of course my parents were proud."

"Of course," Elizabeth smiles, "They would've been proud if you had decided to not even go to school and just worked in a restaurant."

"That's true," Steve lets out a small laugh, "And I think I more so didn't want to regret the decision. Leaving home to move across the country for a career that could be unstable. It's scary."

"Do you?" Elizabeth asks.

"Do I what?"

"Do you regret it?"

"Not one bit," he smiles, pulling her back down onto his chest.

They laid there in a comfortable silence. Steve ranking his fingers on Elizabeth's arm, feeling himself grow tired.

"I hope you know you're amazing," Elizabeth quietly says looking up at him with pure admiration in her eyes, "That I think you're amazing. I think you're one of the greatest people I have ever known. And if I have to spend my entire life showing you just how amazing I think you are, I will."

Age: 29

Year: 2023

Location: Santa Barbara, CA

Elizabeth giggled as Steve carried her over the threshold into their hotel room for the weekend. He kicked the door closed as he silenced her giggles with a kiss, before placing her on her feet.

"Why thank-you Mr. Rogers."

"You're very welcome Mrs. Rogers," he smiled brightly at his new wife.

Her makeup was slowly fading, hair no longer perfectly done after a night of dancing with their close loved ones. Steve just stares at her lovingly. He ahs never seen her more beautiful and the fact that he gets to be her husband for the rest of his life, he's never felt luckier.

Elizabeth feels his eyes just on her, "What? Do I have something on my face?"

"No, just admiring my beautiful wife," he compliments, causing Elizabeth to blush.

"How about one more dance?" she asks.

"There's no music."

"When I'm with you there's always music," she says holding her hand out for him.

Steve pulled her to him, one hand grasped in her's, while the other lay on her lower back. Elizabeth's head rested on his chest, with Steve's chin softly resting on the top of it.

"You know I think you're amazing," Elizabeth says as they sway softly in each other's arms.

"You might've told me once or twice," he responds.

"Get used to it because I'm going to be telling you that for the rest of our lives."

"Nothing I want more than that," he kisses the top of her head.

"If you'd asked me to runaway with you to join a circus, I would in a heartbeat," she says.

"Oh really? If I lose my job, and having nothing to show for, you'd still be there?"

"Right next to you baby, every step of the way," she says looking up at him, "Plus you won't have nothing to show. You'll have me. You'll have us. With me by your side I'll make sure you never not know how much you mean to me."

"You've made me believe in love again when I thought it wasn't possible. You've made me love myself in a way that I didn't think were possible. You make me a better human being by just being you. I love you Steve, more than anything.

"So if everything were to go to shit, as long as I have you that's all I need. I'll be there reminding you every single day just how special you are to me."

"I love you," Steve smiles as tears fall from his eyes.

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Well, I had a prompt in my inbox for number 6 on the smutty one liners list but I accidentally deleted it somehow. Anyway, here's that filled prompt for you, Anon! Sorry I deleted your ask. Also, I am so sorry it took me so long to fill another prompt. Depression got me good and I spent a lot of time just not doing anything. But I'm back now!

Title: Reconcile

Sentence: "My tongue still remembers the way you taste."

Summary: Civilian!Wanda, Superhero!Vision after a whirlwind romance, Vision disappears only to turn up six months later. Wanda confronts him, demanding to know why he left and as they say, one thing leads to another.

Rating: Explicit

He sat alone at the bar, his true self hidden behind a tuft of blond hair and human features that nobody would ever question while he nursed a beer that he'd never drink. He casually picked at the label with his head down as though he were hiding from something.

Wanda noticed him right away. It was almost as if she could feel him there.

It'd been six months since he disappeared. Up and left without so much as a note to explain why. It was the last thing she would've expected from him. Until then he was so attentive, so giving. They spent months together. He told her his secret. And then he was gone.

Wanda sat in a booth across from Natasha, nervously twirling her pinky ring.

"Should I go say something?" she asked, taking a swig of her beer.

"You should go say something," Natasha answered with a nod. "Want me to come with you?"

"No, I'll handle it," Wanda said. She scooted out of the booth, head held high and walked over to the bar where Vision sat.

"Funny seeing you here," Wanda said. She didn't yell, but she said it loud enough to be heard over the music that was playing. It was then that she noticed Tony Stark standing in front of the jukebox picking out music.

Vision's back stiffened at the sound of her voice, his shoulders curling up tightly. Slowly, he turned around to look at Wanda, eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Wanda," he said, almost longingly.

"What? Did Stark break up with Pepper again?" Wanda seethed, stepping right up to Vision's face. "You're here to be his wingman while he picks someone up for the night?"

Vision didn't meet her eyes, which told her all she needed to know.

"Wanda," Vision started, reaching out for her arm. Wanda jerked it away, refusing to let him touch her. "I can explain."

"Then you'd better start explaining," Wanda warned, getting loud.

"I will!" Vision yelled back. "If you give me a chance to!"

Tony was there in an instant, stepping between the two former lovers.

"Hey!" he warned, pointing out that everyone was looking at them. "Take it outside, you're making a scene."

Wanda stormed away first, making her way to the back exit of the bar. She flung the door open angrily and stepped out into the cold night air. Vision wasn't far behind, catching the door before it came to a violent close in his face.

"Wanda!" Vision yelled, making his way to the corner where Wanda was hidden. "I left to protect you. If anyone knew about you, you'd be in danger."

"I am capable of protecting myself!" Wanda retorted, a blast of cold wind cutting through her body. She brought her arms around to hug herself. "I don't need you to decide what I need protection from. I don't care what you do for a living. You're the world's superhero. Not mine."

Vision's eyes strayed from Wanda, the hurt in Wanda's words was evident in his reaction. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other and recovered.

"I couldn't bear the idea of losing you," he started.

"Well you did anyway!" Wanda snapped back. "So what was the point?"

Vision sighed and scrubbed his hand down his face. "I knew you were protected, even if it meant we couldn't be together."

"Well, need I remind you again that I don't need protection?" Wanda said, hugging herself tighter. "You should know that."

Vision noticed Wanda shivering against the cold air. He shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders before he continued.

"I was wrong, okay?" Vision pleaded. "Just... let me make it up to you." He took a step closer, reaching out a hand to touch Wanda's coat covered shoulder. "Will you let me try?"

Wanda's jaw tightened. She wanted to deny him. Tell him to leave her alone. But she couldn't. She'd never be able to.

"What did you have in mind?" She finally asked, taking a step closer.

Vision was quick to close the space between them and meet Wanda's lips and Wanda knew immediately that she was a goner. Any semblance of the seething anger disappeared. Feeling his lips against hers again just felt... right. She deepened the kiss, opening her mouth to allow Vision's tongue in briefly before he pulled away.

"Come by my place tonight," Wanda said breathlessly. "Make it up to me there."

Vision nodded and before he could say anything, Wanda was handing his jacket back to him and disappeared inside to finish her night out.

Back in the bar, Natasha was eager to ask Wanda what happened, but Wanda kept quiet, just telling her friend that she took care of it before slipping back into the booth and picking her beer up to finish it.

She tried to stay in the moment with Natasha. Shooting the shit and enjoying a girl's night out, but her eyes kept wandering to Vision at the bar. Sitting with the same beer he'd started with as Tony prattled on about something. The quicker she could end the night out, the better. She had to get ready for Vision's visit.

****

It was just after one thirty when Wanda's doorbell rang. She cinched the tie on her silk robe tight around her waist and quickly walked to the door, pulling it open to see Vision standing there with his hands in his pockets.

His eyes raked over her body, following her as she stepped aside to let him in. "You wore my favorite?"

Wanda smiled at him, pulling the collar of the robe aside to show the thin strap of her lingerie underneath. "And you smell like a bar..."

"I apologize," Vision started, cupping Wanda's jaw in his hands. "I came straight here and-"

"Shh," Wanda interrupted, pressing a finger to Vision's lips. "Just kiss me, already."

Vision was happy to oblige, leaning forward and pressing his lips to Wanda's hungrily as Wanda's hands came up to grab handfuls of Vision's shirt. She pulled him in the direction of the bedroom, only stopping when they'd reached the door.

"I want you as yourself," Wanda muttered breathlessly. "Not in this disguise."

With a nod, Vision's body glowed yellow and his disguise phased away, making way for the red and silver hues of skin and vibranium that Wanda was used to.

Their lips met again, hastily and ardently as Wanda's hands began to work on the buttons at the front of Vision's shirt. She pushed the fabric down his shoulders and ran her hands across the wide expanse of his chest.

Vision returned the favor, working dutifully on the knotted robe Wanda wore. Finally, as he broke the kiss, he undid the knot and opened the robe to reveal Vision's favorite piece of clothing in Wanda's wardrobe: her silk cami. It was simple. Blue with white lace trim, but it accented every curve of Wanda's body so perfectly, Vision had a hard time keeping his eyes off of her.

"You're stunning," Vision murmured. He brought his hands around to Wanda's ass, gently kneading the round cheeks in his palms as he guided her toward the bed.

Wanda didn't have to be told twice. She broke away, practically jumping into the middle of her bed. She settled between her pillows, hiking a leg up just enough to give Vision a peek.

Vision crawled into the bed, pants still on and positioned himself at Wanda's feet. He started there, peppering kisses on the tops of her feet and up her ankle and calf. He worked diligently, making sure not to miss an inch of Wanda's skin on his way up her leg, stopping only to change positions when he reached her thigh. He moved between her legs, lying flat on his stomach and began to kiss her inner thighs, giving them both equal attention.

As he inched closer to her core, Wanda couldn't help but squirm. She was so eager to feel his mouth on her again after months of being without it.

"My tongue still remembers the way you taste," Vision whispered, eliciting a moan from Wanda. His lips tickled her thigh with each word he uttered as he made his way to her pussy.

He started with his fingers, gently massaging between Wanda's wet folds to find her clit and following it up with the tip of his tongue. He swirled it around the swollen nerve, listening for her moans to let him know to continue.

The second time around he used his whole tongue, going back and forth from lapping at Wanda's wetness and teasing her clit and finally on the third time around he brought his fingers back into the mix. He gently inserted two into Wanda's pussy and slowly pumped them in and out as his mouth continued to work on her clit.

"Don't stop," Wanda moaned, setting her hands on either side of Vision's head to ensure he wouldn't move away. He continued his movements unyieldingly until he felt Wanda's legs begin to shake and she was unraveling underneath him.

Vision settled his head on Wanda's thigh and looked up at her, smiling proudly.

"Don't think that gets you out of the doghouse," Wanda warned, running her hand down the back of Vision's head. "I'm still upset with you."

"Good thing I'm not done yet," Vision replied. He rose to his knees, unbuckling his belt as Wanda looked on in anticipation. To her delight he worked swiftly and quietly, undoing his button and pulling the zipper of his pants down and soon, the pants came down, his cock springing free as he sighed in relief.

While Vision took the rest of his clothes off, Wanda rolled over to her bedside table and grabbed a condom, unwrapping the foil and getting it ready for Vision.

"May I?" She asked, condom in hand.

"It would be my pleasure," Vision smiled, crawling up Wanda's body slowly, teasingly until she could reach him.

She positioned the condom at the tip of Vision's cock and rolled it down his length just as slowly and teasingly as he crawled up her body, adding in a few pumps of her hand on his shaft for greater impact.

With the condom on, they were ready to continue and Vision was eager to resume.

"I can't wait to feel you again," Vision muttered, positioning his cock at Wanda's entrance. With nimble movements, he pushed into her completely, filling her with his girth. They moaned in tandem, both in relief and pleasure.

Vision began to move, snapping his hips in small thrusts to get the feel of being buried in Wanda's pussy again after so many months of only being able to dream about it. Soon, his movements became more fluid, pulling out almost completely and then rapidly pushing himself back in, their skin slapping with the friction of their bodies meeting and the weight of Vision's hips pressing against Wanda's clit with each thrust bringing her closer and closer to another orgasm.

Vision pushed the silk cami he loved so much up, exposing Wanda's breasts. He bent down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on the bud and teasing it with his tongue.

Wanda wrapped her legs around Vision's waist, coaxing him deeper inside of her as her body began to shake again and her walls were closing around Vision's cock as her orgasm rushed through her body.

"Cum for me, Vision," Wanda said encouragingly, wrapping her legs even tighter around Vision's hips. His thrusts soon became shorter and his body was frozen as his own orgasm flooded his systems, overwhelming all processing as he pumped into the condom and moaned Wanda's name with each ripple of climax that overtook his body.

Vision pulled his now soft cock out and tied off the condom, pitching it into the garbage can next to Wanda's bed and crawled up to Wanda, wrapping her in his arms. Sleep overtook them both quickly, not another word spoken.

They woke with the sun the next morning, naked bodies wrapped around each other, a burning ache for more nagging at them both.

Wanda pressed her ass back against Vision's hard cock, reveling in the way it slipped between her cheeks each time she ground back.

"I don't have any protection," Vision said, reaching around to play with Wanda's hard nipple as their hips worked together below.

"That's fine," Wanda said lazily. "Just pull out, okay?"

Vision nodded, reaching his free hand down to guide his cock to Wanda's pussy. He slid in easily, her wetness evident immediately.

"I'm sorry I left you like that," Vision said, thrusting slowly. "I just wanted to protect you. Forgive me?"

"Yes," Wanda muttered, a moan slipping from her lips with the words. "But don't ever leave me again."

Vision bit back a moan himself and slammed into her. "Don't worry," he growled. "I'm not going anywhere again."

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