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heavywithourbabies · 1 year

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When Lexxi finally got home from the doctors, she waddled as quickly as she could into the bedroom, undressed, laid on the bed, and spread her legs for herself. She took out her phone and looked at the selfie she had taken in the doctor’s office bathroom and felt herself instantly get wet. “I am so fucking pregnant” she thought as she rubbed her huge belly. “So huge, so big……so gravid…” she felt the need burning between her thighs.

Lexxi had maiesiophilia, and had longed for this her entire life. All she had ever lusted after was to have a huge, ripe belly. Massive tits full of milk. Wider hips and a plumper ass. All of the extra curves she could show off as she waddled around, growing larger and larger. Over the course of the last nine months she was happy to discover her reality was far better than her dreams. She loved every aspect of her new body. She was obsessed over how large and heavy her body had become. How her areola’s had grown into dark dinner plates. her nipples thickened and rubbery. Her breasts which could only be described like fruit now, two massive full melons hanging off of her chest. Her thickened and softer thighs. Her ass which had become full and plump. And her belly. Large and swollen. Full. Gravid. She loved every aspect of it and even found herself turned on by her stretch marks and how shiny the skin seemed the tighter it was pulled. She observed all of these details and her small had drifted down past her rotund belly, her fingers going through the thicket of pubic hair she had grown, and right to the warm spot that radiated with need. Even her pussy had changed. She felt how swollen and thick her labia lips were. how engorged her clit had become. All of it felt thick and fat. Meaty and full. She was sopping wet as she swirled her fingers in herself and brought her hand back up. Thick strands of her juices clung to her finger tips and she smiled. That was new too and she fucking loved it.

She put her phone down and started rubbing her large mass of a belly with one hand while the other worked at her wet folds. She felt a series of light movements from inside her womb as she started rubbing herself faster. “Heavy” she thought. “I’m so heavy and pregnant….”

The only drawback wass that it would all end a week from now as she was scheduled to be induced. As excited as she was to meet her baby, Lexxi also wanted more. She needed it. If she could, she would want to get pregnant again now. The thought of already being heavy with child and growing larger still drove her on. It was only fantasy but it was one she was happy to dream about. And thankfully she wasn’t the only maiesiophiliac in the house. The whole reason she had met her husband online was through their shared interest. and as much as Lexxi adored her new more womanly body, her husband Mark seemed to adore it even more. She felt a wave of pleasure ripple through her entire core and the baby actively started kicking. Lexxi knew an orgasm wasn’t far off but she was greedy. She wanted more of everything.

Taking out her phone, she snapped a few lewd photos of her swollen self and sent them to Mark. Just as she was rubbing circles over her throbbing clit she texted him.

“I need you home now. Come home. Fuck more babies into me.”

She felt the crest rising inside of herself and added one more line

“Fuck me bigger”

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songmingisthighs · 13 days

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[12:24] dad!hongjoong × baby!minjae (ft. mom!reader)

⇀ having a big family, natural or chosen, could be a blessing or a curse. or both. this time ? hongjoong would rather not choose and just work. his son however, has another idea in mind

⇁ another installment of the baby xikers series finally written after an impromptu discussion about the children and their uncle wooyoung with @starlitmark LMAO LOOKIE I FINALLY WROTE THIS

wc : 1.2 k

genre : fluff ? slice of life ?? baby!xikers, dad!ateez

It had been weeks since the big incident and Hongjoong feared his son had started to catch on the situation the parents put Wooyoung in. Or something along the line.

Two and a half weeks ago, Wooyoung took the children to the Seodaemun Museum of Natural History for an educational day. Or so he claimed because not two hours since Wooyoung sent a selfie of him and the kids at the museum entrance to the friend group chat did all of them receive a call to come collect their children (in which Wooyoung's wife was told to collect all three of hers; Junghoon, Hunter, and of course, Wooyoung). Apparently, Wooyoung had told them that they couldn't play with any of the displays which the children took as a challenge rather than a warning. Seeun, Yujun, Minjae, and Sumin tried to get on the Acrocanthosaurus display while Hyunwoo and Hunter took off their shoes and dipped their toes in the Han River section of the Nature Hall to play with the fishies and Junmin, Jinsik, Junghoon, and Yechan somehow got inside the forest ecosystem display. It would have been an easy issue to handle and even let slide had Wooyoung not stood by and taken a video of everything whilst cackling rather than trying to get everyone to stop. After that, the parents rounded together and agreed that Wooyoung was to be put under an indefinite playdate hosting and attendance ban.

Unfortunately, the children were not told of this development as some were still grounded by their parents and some were known to love their Uncle Wooyoung so they'd probably get upset. It took them a while to even notice that suddenly they were not being taken to their Uncle Wooyoung's for playdates nor did their Uncle Wooyoung show up to chaperone.

The first to be told was Jinsik because his dad, Yunho, had given up trying to cover up the issue (literally 20 minutes after Jinsik started asking) and by the time the children were being picked up from playdate at Uncle Jongho's, they were all informed and began protesting in their own ways.

It was safe to say that for the past three days Hongjoong was stuck with Minjae who turned into melted cheese as a form of protest.

"Kim Minjae," Hongjoong called out sternly towards his son who sprawled himself on top of his work bag on his bed. Hongjoong had taken a short shower when he got home only to be met with Minjae groaning and moaning like a stranded starfish on top of his work stuff. Despite being called, Minjae didn't answer and just continued moaning like an injured cat. "Kim Minjae," Hongjoong huffed again, "Please get off my work bag, you'll crush my laptop," he walked closer to his son and stood over him with his arms on his hips. For a moment, Minjae stopped his moaning and looked over to Hongjoong, "Will you take me to Uncle Wooyoung?" Hongjoong raised an eyebrow at his son trying to bargain with him, "I'll take you to the doctor to get a shot instead, how's that?" And with that, Minjae dropped his head back and resumed moaning and groaning.

Minjae kept doing so, even following his dad around who managed to get his things from under Minjae by throwing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes (and Minjae slid right off his dad's shoulder... like a sack of potatoes). When Hongjoong was setting up his laptop in his home office, Minjae laid on the rug, when Hongjoong took a break to eat the dinner you cooked, Minjae laid across his lap and grumbled despite you trying to get him to sit up and behave when people are eating, then Minjae laid in front of the bathroom like a speed bump which almost caused Hongjoong to trip and fall.

With a sigh, Hongjoong crouched down and stared at his little boy, "Kim Minjae, if you don't cut this out right now I'm going to take you to my room," he threatened. But Minjae blinked and tilted his head, "Can we go to Uncle Wooyoung's room instead?" He asked, trying to bargain yet again. Hongjoong felt the corner of his left eye twitched and firmly stated, "No," then, Hongjoong stood up and tried walking away. Unfortunately, Minjae immediately latched onto his dad's leg and let his body be dagged away. Not even when you ran over screaming, trying to unlatch his grip on Hongjoong's leg did he relent. In fact, Minjae screeched and dug his nails into Hongjoong's leg, leaving the man soundlessly screaming and almost falling on his face. It was quite a sight to behold. Kim Minjae, your usually calm and reserved son, let out a banshee-like screech that managed to surprise the heck out of you, causing you to jump back and stare wide-eyed and as if nothing had happened, Minjae returned to his moaning and groaning while still being attached to his dad's legs.

To say that both you and Hongjoong gave up on trying to get Minjae to stop was an understatement because Hongjoong was now stuck in his home office with his son on the rug behind him moaning and groaning, causing him to lose focus which means that the situation was that bad because Kim Hongjoong doesn't lose focus on his goals. Apparently neither does Kim Minjae. Every 20 minutes or so, Minjae stopped his moaning and groaning to ask Hongjoong if he could go to Uncle Wooyoung's in all sorts of ways. As much as Hongjoong felt annoyed with the incessant behaviour, he had to admit that his favourite was when Minjae offered to prank Wooyoung on his dad's behalf as a form of revenge for the museum chaos.

The moment Hongjoong realized that the moans and groans had stopped was when Minjae finally fell asleep. It was well over 10 pm which means it was past the boy's bedtime. Knowing his relationship with sleep, Hongjoong was not at all surprised that his circadian clock had automatically shut him up. After saving his progress, Hongjoong stretched his body out slightly before getting out of his chair and crouching down next to Minjae who was creating a puddle on the rug ironically enough Wooyoung bought for Hongjoong. The way that they don't even live together anymore but Wooyoung still effectively has his grip on Hongjoong's life.

Gently, Hongjoong moved Minjae's bangs out of his face but as gentle as he was, Minjae still managed to stir and he suddenly opened his eyes. "Daddy going?" he groggily asked, lifting his head up slightly, "It's past your bedtime sir, what do you think?" Hongjoong sarcastically answered, scoffing slightly and shaking his head before scooping the barely conscious boy into his arms without much issue. "Are we going to Uncle Wooyoung's?" Minjae still managed to ask despite the fact that he was already closing his eyes again and resting his cheek on Hongjoong's shoulder. The question sent Hongjoong in disbelief but he simply shook his head, "Not tonight buddy." Thankfully, Minjae nodded and even nuzzled his face deeper, "I'll try again tomorrow," he mumbled in finality before falling back asleep.

As much as Hongjoong wanted to complain and even tell his son no, he knew there was no point. The issue was reserved for the next day. All he could hope for was that Minjae would forget or get distracted.

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my-soupy-brain · 3 months

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Ted Lasso Fan Prompts 2

I ran outta space again on the pinned one, so here's another group of Ted Lasso fan prompts I've answered. Sigh. Sorry about that, folks!

Snuggled Up - A blue day in the cold winter means a big ol' snuggle fest with Ted. Oh so comforting.

Licks & Kisses (NSFW) - Some body worship for Ted's tummy and a little lower. Smutty smut.

Tummy Trouble - You're self-conscious about your body around all the beautiful people Ted works with every day. But he reminds you why you're perfect the way you are. Mostly comfort.

Headache Schmedache - Your nasty headache has Ted playing doctor to comfort you and help you relax from the stresses of life. All comfort.

I Want to Take Care of You - Ted has a nasty panic attack at a match and you rescue him and bring him back to earth. All comfort.

Clingy - Ted loves to show his affection all the time, and you love to dish it back. Just some little drabbles of a clingy Ted. All cutesy.

Neck Massage - Ted gives you a much-needed neck massage and it turns you both all loosely goosey. Comfort + light teasing.

Foot Rubs & Advice - Ted has a rotten day and you decide to help him out and give him much-needed advice.

Dirty Talk (NSFW) - Ted explores some very dirty talk at your apartment, when he doesn't have to be as quiet. SMUT CITY.

Baby Bump - Your body is changing with the little Lasso coming but Ted's more enamored than ever. All fluff.

Favorite Parts (NSFW) - You and Ted start a long romance and he can't keep his eyes - or his hands - to one part of you. Smut + fluff!

Ring, Ring - Ted's got the ring and ready to propose but all the advice and all the nerves are firing. ALL FLUFF! See the link for the related story.

Summer Teddy (NSFW) - Ted comes home from a three-week visit in Kansas and he's all summered up. SMUT CITY.

Fear of the Friendzone - You have a big crush on Ted but you're sure it's not reciprocated. Roy has other news. All fluff + pining.

Camera Reel - You load some fun selfies into Ted's phone for kicks, and then see he's taken some photos of his own. FLUFFY AF.

Ted's Clothes (NSFW) - You wear Ted's clothes a couple of times and he really enjoys it. Fluf + light smut!

Body Paint (NSFW) - You set up a little body paint activity in the living room for you and Ted. It's edible. :) Light smut!

Already a Family - Ted comforts you through some pregnancy difficulties. All comfort!

Mine & Yours (NSFW) - You go with Ted to Kansas for a visit with Henry, and end up feeling uncertain about him and Michelle. Angst + smut!

Teddy Bear - You've got a very upset stomach but Ted is to the rescue to take care of you. All comfort.

Congratulations, Coach (NSFW) - A good win for Richmond and a quick congrats in Ted's office leads to...things. SMUT!

Mustache Tickles (NSFW) - You can't stop thinking about how good Ted's mustache feels and then he shows you. SMUT.

Don't Change a Thing - Ted's been working out and it has you worried, until you find out why. Mostly comfort + tiny light smut.

Nervous Motherhood - You and Ted talk about having a baby, but once you're expecting, the nerves set in. Comfort + fluff!

Ride (NSFW) - Ted's in his head about this football book he's reading so you decide to help him clear the muck. Body praise + SMUT!

Cat Nap - You fall asleep on Ted after a busy week, and he just lets you snooze away. Cute comfort + fluff!

Dinner for Darlin' - Your work is taking over your life, and you forget to eat. Ted's there to help. FLUFF!

Skinny Dippin' (NSFW) - Ted sneaks the two of you to a rooftop pool for some swim time. Fun + Smut!

Muscle Memory - Ted strains his muscles keeping up with the boys and you take care of him. Comfort + light teasing.

Cologne - You get one whiff of Ted's cologne and it doesn't leave your brain. Fluff + flirting + light smut.

Hide n' Seek (NSFW) - Ted and you play a little game of hide n' seek in the club after a night of late working. Fun, fluff + smut!

Anxious Shivers - You get overwhelmed with panic and Ted comforts you back to calm. All comfort.

Hidden Ink (NSFW) - After some heavy making out with Ted, he finds your tattoo, and you find his. Light smut.

Calming Comfort - Ted comforts your anxious brain before a big exam you're about to take. Mostly fluff!

Secret Phrase (NSFW) - You and Ted decide to tease a little at the gala with a secret phrase that gets Ted riled up. ALL SMUT!

Takin' it Slow (NSFW) - You and Ted are newly together, taking it slow while you adjust. But one night of movie cuddling... SMUT!

Sneak-in Slumber - You're feeling low and take a nap, but Ted comes in unexpectedly to join with a cuddle. All fluff!

None of That, Now (NSFW) - You keep trying to make yourself...smaller... in Ted's bed. And he's not having it. Fluff + comfort + light smut!

I've Got You - Ted comforts you in a moment of sadness, assuring you and giving you his attention. ALL COMFORT!

Expecting Affection - You're pregnant and Ted is so excited to touch your changing body and show you how he cares. Mostly fluff + teeny tiny NSFW.

Wrong Name - Ted slips up and calls you the wrong name, and it breaks both your hearts. Angst + making up comfort.

Giggle Butt - You get a little giggly when you're tired and it makes Ted Lasso fall harder in love with you. All fluff!

Tidy Spaces - You've been working longer hours and Ted takes care of the house. DOMESTIC FLUFF!

Comfy Clothes (light NSFW) - Ted comes to your door unexpectedly and you're kicking around in his clothes. He loves it. Fluff + a little smut.

Therapy Schmerapy - You can tell Ted needs mental health help but he's not buying it. ANGST! (and making up)

Cuddle Comforts - Ted finds you in need of some close cuddles after a bad day. All fluff!

Toy Teasin' Time (NSFW) - Ted finds a special something in your nightstand and he wants to play. SMUT AHEAD!

No Shave November (NSFW) - Ted decides to join the team in No Shave November and it WORKS for you. Light smut + lust ahead

Tummy Comfort - You get some cuddles from Ted to cure your tummy ache. All fluff.

Cheech and Chocolate Cake (NSFW) - You and Ted decide to shut in for the night with some pot to see where the night takes you.

Cramp Comfort - Ted comforts you while you deal with some nasty period cramps. All comfort!

Snapped (NSFW) - You and Ted are stressed out but he snaps a little too hard, and realizes he's gotta make it up to you. Angst + smut!

Cry It Out - Your little girl loves daddy's attention, but Ted can't let her cry it out. The cuteness is REAL my friends. All fluff.

Bed Pleasures (NSFW) - Ted drags you home to put his face where it belongs, and enjoys himself in the process. SMUT ALERT!

Baby Blue Nails - You and little Marie have a nail painting party and Ted wants in on the action. All fluff featuring Girl Dad Ted.

Christmas Pajamas - You and Ted exchange pajamas on Christmas Eve and this year's is a little fun. Fluff + teeny tiny smut.

Been Better - Ted to the rescue when you're sicker than a dog. All comfort. (Single story)

Halloween Cowboy (NSFW) - You and Ted do a couple's costume for Halloween. Fluff + smut ahead!

Looking After You - You've been working yourself ragged and not taking care of yourself. So Ted finds a way to help you. Fluff + comfort.

Neck Teaser (NSFW) - Ted figures out one of the sweetest spots on you and decides to make you lose your mind. Fluff + teasing + a little smut.

Massage Break (NSFW) - You're working hard, too hard. And Ted offers a massage that leads...somewhere. Fluff + smut!

Henry the Matchmaker - You and Ted have a solid friendship, but Henry takes to you immediately. And he's the one to figure out what should happen next. FLUFF!

Peak Male Form - Ted has second thoughts about himself in the mirror, and you assure him that he's solid, soft, and perfect for you. All comfort + fluff + a little lust at the end.

White Knight Defense (slightly NSFW) - An opposing team staffer gets a little too close to you and Ted swoops in. Angst + a little smut.

Ted's Scent (a little NSFW) - Ted changes soaps and you go a little feral for it. Fluff + light smut.

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso x you #ted lasso smut

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jaegeraether · 5 months

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 27)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (25)

Masterlist (other parts here)

It was Thursday, day four, and YFN woke feeling like she’d actually slept okay after her late night phone call with Lucy. They hadn’t talked for long after, she’d insisted Lucy get some rest for training and vice versa, but it had made her wake with a smile. Somehow, she’d managed to wake before Jordan and so she made them breakfast. She’d learnt that Jordan was a big fan of cold breakfasts for training days and hot breakfasts for game days. She’d also realised that Jordan liked acai breakfast bowls like herself and made her a small one before settling onto the couch with Blu.

“Breakfast on the counter for you, wifey.” YFN grinned as Jordan padded over, still half asleep.

“You know, it’s so nice to have roommate again.” Jordan mustered up a smile with a yawn.

“Aw mate, you’re just saying that so I’ll make you breakfast every day.”

“Remember the spaghetti for lunch on game days!” She winked and joined her on the couch.

They settled into their breakfast and YFN was finally awake enough to look at her phone. Tonnes of notifications, there always was. From her team, to players, to Lucy sending her a morning selfie. She stared at that for a while, getting butterflies and a little smile on her face must have appeared because Jordan made fun of her for it. Lucy was a notoriously bad texter according to Jordan, but she’d been good with YFN so far. She liked the extra space anyways, it created mystery and even more need.

Her stomach dropped when she saw notifications that she hadn’t seen for a while. They were Instagram messages again, though this time the usernames were a bunch of random letters and numbers. Curiosity dictated she open them, even though she knew she shouldn’t. Whoever it was had sent her photos and videos of Lucy and Ona Batlle at training and outside. She had to admit, the photos did look like they were flirting, though she knew all too well that images could capture the wrong idea. Ona seemed to be very touchy, very hands on, and Lucy appeared to be doing nothing to dissuade her. She was grinning and seemably liking the affection. But that wasn’t the main issue she had with it. It was the way Ona looked at Lucy, like she was completely head over heels in love with her. Her heart dropped with her stomach and she put her phone away, shaking her head. There goes her morning happiness.

In the afternoon YFN had had enough and found herself researching a bit about the relationship between the two. She was in the waiting room of a doctor’s office, zoned out. She knew she should have asked Lucy but didn’t want to start drama while they were so far apart, and to be quite honest with herself, she was a little upset at the way the pictures painted Lucy with Ona.

YFN had kept replaying one video in particular. It seemed to be after a game and Ona was talking to people in the crowd that she knew, reaching up to greet them. Lucy noticed and walked over, limping on her sore knee after what must have been a tough game, and the amount of times they looked at each other sneakily was unmistakeable. The video was tagged for just a weeks before they’d met. She watched the particular part when Lucy moved around her, her body almost touching Ona’s as she moved unnecessarily close to her, her hand almost grabbing at her waist. Lucy gave a wave and a grin to the people Ona was talking to and the young Spaniard looked at Lucy with big eyes and a smile. She shook her head, frustrated, and put her phone back in her bag.

The images had kept coming all day long, and they were tagged with dates. She was disappointed in herself for looking at them, but she needed to, to protect her heart. What if Lucy and Ona were really a thing, and she had let herself fall too far with Lucy? Or what if the distance was a factor and Lucy would need someone around more? YFN felt the vital need to protect that part of her that she’d guarded so strongly for the past three decades. Where the fuck were the photos coming from? Who? Logic said it must have been Kristie, but why wasn’t she saying anything?

“YFN YLN?”

The cocktail party effect worked and her head shot up. She followed the doctor into his office and then found herself at the mercy of his tools.

“It must be a relief to see the end of these!” He said as he removed her bandage.

“Very much so. The other doctor said there would be a scar..?”

He nodded. “Let me get these stitches out and you’ll see.”

The process was easy and at the end, she could see the three inch scar she was left with, which cut through the very end of her eyebrow. She pouted. Eyebrow slits seemed to be popular in England; she was just glad it was obvious that hers wasn’t intentional. The scar was still more red than pink, but he’d assured her that it would fade slowly over time, however, would always be visible. Strangely, her first thought was of Ridley, and she wondered how she would feel when she saw it.

Lucy: Why do you feel distant suddenly..?

YFN felt her stomach sink. She’d responded to Lucy in the afternoon after she’d sent multiple messages. Before she could answer, Jordan took her phone again for another look.

“What the fuck?” Jordan repeated, looking at the images again. “Who sent those?”

YFN shrugged and sighed. “Does it matter?”

“I’d like to know their motive. This is disgusting.”

YFN gave another sigh. She’d been down all day, and being made worse by the continuous images and videos.

YFN took her phone back and replied to Lucy.

YFN: I think I just need a little bit of space, Luce. I need to get my head together.

Lucy: Is it work? Has it been overwhelming? I can help..

Her lips trembled as she read that message. Her Lucy. Always trying to help. She felt so vulnerable having let Lucy in so quickly, and so far. Was it a lapse of judgement?

“My best guess is Kriste and her little gang. I knew she’d be back, she’s insane.” Jordan looked at her scar and frowned before giving her a little kiss on the forehead. She leant back and noticed how upset she was getting. “Is it Lucy?” She asked, gesturing to the phone.

YFN nodded. “I told her I need a little space to get my head together.”

Jordan cringed a little. “Ah, that won’t go down well with Lucy..”

A tear slid down her face and Jordan wiped it off with the cuff of her shirt.

“It’s okay to need space..”

She nodded and hugged her friend before replying to Lucy.

YFN: No. Work has been great. Exciting. I just need a little space.

She didn’t know how to word it better than that. After the day she’d had, she just needed space from that whole mess, and unfortunately, that included Lucy. She knew it would be upsetting her, but she hadn’t wanted to tell her the real reason. She had a game to train for, but she also hadn’t wanted to just not reply. She felt that would have been worse.

Lucy calling…

YFN rejected the call.

YFN: Lucy please.

Lucy: Don’t do this please. We need to go through things together. I know you’re not used to that, but I can help.

Why did it feel like a break-up? She sighed. She needed her space. She needed to focus on the overwhelming stress that came with the new job, and she didn’t have the capacity to pretend everything was okay with Lucy when it wasn’t. It was as simple as that. So, she made the half-asleep decision to screenshot all of the messages, photos, videos she’d been sent, and send them to Lucy.

YFN: I need space. Please.

She read the last message back and softened, seeing how harsh it was, so she followed up the message before immediately throwing her phone to the other side of the room for the night.

YFN: I’ll get my emotions together and then we can talk.

YFN was standing in the bathroom of Leah’s London apartment, looking into the mirror at the scar on her face. It was Friday evening now, and she’d had the worst sleep of her life, her brain not able to stop going down that negative path. This never happened to her. Mainly because she never let anyone so close to hurt her. She wasn’t this person. The one who overthought everything and didn’t trust people. She loved people. But her past had crept up on her in the most unexpected and vigorous way.

She traced the scar lightly, knowing that Lucy would have to look at it and blame herself. Of course, she would. It was Lucy.

She sighed and stood back, wondering if she was too exposed for the charity event. She knew Lucy would see the photos and her stomach sunk thinking how she’d barely talked to her in the past two days. She missed her with a craving she’d never felt before.

Her phone vibrated and she answered, wandering back out to living area.

“Lucy keeps messaging me..��

“I’m sorry, Dory. I can’t… I just…” She felt her phone vibrating again, knowing it was either another text from Lucy or another photo sent to her, but she would look at neither one. To preserve her sanity, she told herself.

“I get that you need your space. Trust me, no one understands that more than I do, and the photos did seem a bit suss, but I know Lucy. She’s just nice to people. She takes people under her wing, and I know she took Ona under her wing when she was asked to convince her to go from United to Barca. Ona obviously has a bit of a crush, but Lucy only has eyes for you.”

“Those photos are so recent.. I just keep feeling like they had something before Lucy came over for the International Break and we met. And the World Cup photos were so intimate, god!”

“Well, I can’t say whether they’ve ever had anything because Lucy is very private, even with friends. As for the World Cup, they obviously didn’t send you the video where Lucy is walking away from Ona and trying to get away. Ona is apparently very affectionate. That’s all Lucy has told me.”

YFN sighed and rubbed her forehead in stress, stopping herself quickly so she didn’t ruin her makeup. “They’re driving together and there’s fan photos of them outside of training..”

“You and I spend a lot of time together outside of training.” She pointed out. “Plus, Ona lived with her for a little bit when she moved over. They live close to each other now.”

That made it slightly worse. “I…I feel scared.”

“Oh, chicken, I’m sorry. I should be there with you right now.”

“You have training, and I’m with your ex.” She looked over at Leah who was talking to the hairstylist putting the finishing touches on her hair.

“How is she?”

“It’s always hard to tell, she always looks so mad until you get her talking.”

Jordan laughed at that. “Yeah, she does have a tendency to look like that.”

“She’s asked about you a few times already..”

“Did you tell her much?”

“Just that you‘re almost ready to start speaking. She’s still hung up on you, Jords.”

“Oh well I know you’re serious if you call me that.”

YFN looked at herself in the reflection of the car window, her eyes lingering on the scar the makeup artist had managed to tone down. It was still visible, just less red around the edges. It was still healing. Leah took her wrist with purpose and moved it away from her scar, placing it on the car seat.

“It looks great. You look great. Plus, MJ will actually be pissed if she sees you ruin her makeup.”

Leah had asked her stylists to also style YFN, including a dress. They were matching; Leah in an all-black suit, accentuated with a gold necklace and her wavy blonde hair down, while YFN was in a tight black backless dress, her golden, sun-kissed hair in an elegant tussled braid that looked a lot easier to create than the hours it took. She had small heels on and was somehow still a little shorter than Leah.

As they walked the carpet together, Leah made sure she was calm, as she wasn’t used to so many cameras. She’d told her to “Just look at their watches or hands” so that the camera flashes didn’t blind so badly. YFN became more aware of just how much they looked like a couple, regardless of the fact that Leah had introduced her to everyone, including in her interviews, as her friend.

The night was entertaining and managed to take her mind off the drama for a while. Apparently, it had for Leah too because they were both laughing and having fun conversations which didn’t involve much about football and partners, besides the minimal networking. YFN had originally planned to network a lot, but most of it didn’t feel right, and she only would when the conversation would flow that way, or Leah would insist on a particular person and help her out.

“Lumos is a fantastic opportunity for women, of course, I just think the men need something the same. It’s a bit sexist just focussing on women, no?” His name was Mark and he was… a twat.

“On the contrary, this is an opportunity for the women’s game to finally have a modicum of the publicity and attention that the men’s game gets. And beyond that; the right kind of attention.”

He shrugged, clearly done with the conversation. “I disagree, but I will say that at least Joe is doing what’s best for the football community by staying a silent partner in this. The last thing you need is the controversy that she brings.”

YFN frowned, not understanding what he was referring to. Joe had been brilliant so far. Had she been involved with controversy in one of her other companies? If so, that’s something she’d failed to mention. He walked away before she could ask.

“Just ignore him, he has no idea what he’s talking about. He always does that.” Leah said supportively and gave her another glass of champagne. She accepted gratefully, and Leah watched her down the entire thing before speaking. “So, why has Lucy tried to call me twice tonight?”

“Did you-”

“No. I didn’t answer because we’re at an event and having fun. Her messages didn't seem too urgent, they were just asking about you.”

YFN shivered and pulled Leah’s jacket a little tighter around her, having started to regret the backless dress immediately upon arrival. After a few seconds of thought, and judging the caring expression in Leah’s eyes, YFN let herself admit to Leah about the photos and videos she’d received. Leah looked at them all with a calm expression. Calculating. The Captain.

“And you told her about these?”

“She didn’t understand why I needed space, so I eventually sent screenshots.”

“I see..” She didn’t realise, but Leah could see she was pulling away from Lucy slightly.

“Maybe it’s for the best..”

“Don’t do what I did. Don’t fall into that trap of pretending it’s for the best when it’s not. I’ve made that mistake, and I can’t watch you do the same.” Leah was fully focussed on her, as if she were saying it to herself before making the mistake of leaving Jordan. “I’ve known Lucy a long time and I can honestly say that I’ve never seen her so happy. We all saw it at the pub. You probably didn’t realise but she couldn’t take her eyes off you, mate. And that takes a lot to admit, because Keira’s my best friend and I saw them together a lot.”

“You really still love her, don’t you?” YFN knew it was a personal question, but she could see it in her eyes.

Leah was a little surprised also, but was brave enough to admit it. “I do.”

“Can I be honest with you?”

“I hope you’re always honest with me but go ahead.”

“You said you were weak when you let her go. You convinced yourself it was for the best and you lied to her. Now she knows the truth, and I may not have known you then, but I know that the woman who’s standing in front of me right now is definitely strong enough to have not made that mistake, and to not make it again.” She stepped closer to Leah. “I’ll tell her that, Leah, but I’m giving you a warning in advance.. if you hurt her-”

“I won’t..” She whispered, suddenly a little emotional that YFN was going to advocate for her to Jordan.

“Leah, I met Jordan on a beach, where I watched her sit for hours every evening, just looking out over the water until the sun was down. She was shivering and broken, but still she sat there. Still, she came back. I walked over to her to make sure she was okay. That’s how we met.” Leah’s face was dropped as she was trying to hold together what little composure she had left, and failing. “I called Lucy just so she’d have a friend. I held her in the rain as she cried for you.” A tear slid down Leah’s face. “To be fair, I’ve held her multiple times as she’s cried for you. I may not have the history that you all have together, but I know Jordan. If you fucking hurt her, Leah…” She trailed off but Leah got the message.

“I won’t.” She said again, stronger, and YFN held her eye contact until she realised that Leah believed what she said was true.

#woso #womens football #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso soccer #lucy bronze #jordan nobbs #lucy bronze x reader #engwnt #lionesses #woso x reader #lucy bronze imagine #leah williamson

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sofasoap · 1 year

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Miss Sunflower

Pairing : Kyle “ Gaz” Garrick x F!reader Summary: Gaz and you started long distance… friendship? Sequel to Miss Sunshine

Warning: M theme.

Gaz route for my Mini MacTavish verse, I just love the photo of Elliot Knight big cute smile! As always, Thanks to mother of my Mini MacTavish @saltofmercury for lending me the character “ Mini” from her story. <3 Go read her “The Favorite MacTavish” !

“Masterlist” for other stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Gaz gasped and dropped his phone.

“Everything Ok?” Soap asked as he started bending down to pick up the phone for him. Gaz was quicker to snatch the phone off the floor.

“ No, yes. All good. Um, Price wants me to see me in his office, I’ll talk to you later.” Gaz made a quick retreat from the common room, ducking towards the opposite direction of the office, leaving a very confused Soap behind, while pointing to Price, who is currently sitting by the window, chatting to Ghost.

He can’t let Soap see what was on his phone.

Not that it’s some risque picture or anything. Well. Not quite. But it’s a selfie picture of you, in a beautiful sunflower pattern dress, LOW CUT DRESS, wearing a cap very similar to his, except with a St Andrew’s cross instead of Union jack on it. That beautiful smile again.

“ Look what I found! Now we have matching cap :) Well, I can’t get a Union Jack one otherwise Johnny will be angry with me.” you wrote in the caption.

Your brother will kill me. Gaz thought.

He wasn’t quite sure if it was the alcohol that did the talking when you slipped him the phone number that night. Took him a week of self-deliberation to finally summon up the courage to text you. Your response was immediate. Which gave him great relief. It was a start of blossoming friendship, constant messaging back and forth, occasional phone calls when he is in the privacy of his own room back at the base.

He started sending you photos of all the places he has been to on mission, letting you travel through him, all stemmed from you complaining one day;

“ I am very envious of Johnny and you boys.. Getting to travel all over the world.. Sorry I know it's to war zones... But I have never stepped outside of The British isle before.. Ma claims she took us to France once, but I don’t remember a thing. I was only one year old!”

How he wishes he can take you with him, by his side, showing you the famous sites of the world. Reality is a bitch. He is always out for work, not pleasure. Saving the world, just like the superheroes. You teased him once.

In return, you update him about little tidbits of your life, what happened at work, the new ER doctor everyone is drooling over, (he denies a burn of jealousy rising when heard about it), little gossips you heard, new food you tried out. “Sorry my life is boring compared to yours.” Gaz loves it though. It gives him a sense of normalcy amongst the blood sheds and killings, and getting to know you more. What your favourite foods are, your irks. Even though you two haven’t met again physically after that night, he always feels he is close to you, by heart.

He loves hearing your voice just before they had to go dark for missions. Even with the time differences, you will always answer his message, picking up the call.

“Stay safe please.” That whisper of yours. Always laced with sadness.

“I will.” I will stay alive. To come back to you. He wanted to say.

Where is the relationship at? You two never discuss it. The feeling of trapping in this friendzone, both of you waiting for each other to step over that little boundary line, to finally take the relationship into the next phase. He’s been with other people before. But no one else ever makes him so nervous like a teenager again. What is stopping him from making the move? Wrath of Soap? Not wanting to disturb the peace of the team, jeopardising missions. Or people are going to judge him for going after his friend’s younger sister?

Or people are going to call him selfish, for leading you on, entering into a relationship that is heading to a tragic end, with a high possibility that he might not return from mission one day, leaving you heartbroken.

Or he is just finding excuses, because he is damn scared. Scared of your rejection, and losing you entirely.

He just can’t help it. He is falling more and more for you. He wants to confess to you. His Miss Sunflower.

“Come on Mini, I dare you, send him the picture! Maybe he will finally make a move on you.”

“But… but… isn’t this showing a bit too much of my…. this…..”“ OH hush, you look very cute in that dress. DO IT.”

Gaz ran back to his room afterwards, trying to dispel any ungentlemanly thoughts out of his brain. Failed miserably.

I seriously suck at writing long chapters, I think short little bits really suit me. Thank you for reading, comments and reblogs always appreciated :)

taglist: @deadbranch

@voxyin

#kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x female reader #sergeant kyle gaz garrick #cod mw2 #gaz need more love #gaz garrick x reader #no use of y/n

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stupidsexpotflanders · 3 months

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Dr. Chase,the physician from The Land Down Under

In the Season 8 episode "Dead and Buried",Chase appeared in a TV show playing a stereotypically Australian doctor on some skit(there was no Watsonian explanation given for this,I love how bonkers House MD can be). Despite the embarassment when House and Taub found the video,Chase's "first and big role" was massively beneficial to him.

It started on early clinic duty,due to a mistake. Chase was approached by some random teenager who saw him online. She was wondering why the actor was dressed like a doctor in a hospital waiting room;

In response,Chase claimed to be an aspiring actor wanting to make it in show business. He donned a fake but convincing American accent and a beautiful smile. The girl,now smitten by the not-so-fake doctor,asked to take a selfie with him;

The other professional at the scene were fuming and confused at the same time. Chase was hidden in plain sight,there was no way to convince the other patients the guy was an actual doctor;

The way out of clinic duty was discovered,and Chase was over the moon. He looked up the girl's social media,lo and behold,she not only posted the pic with him but also said she wanted to see more of him;

Chase created social media profiles for his character,totally separated from his professional/personal ones(that were very low-key and private,especially after the nude pic fiasco. As for professional fame,Chase didn't need more than he had - Princeton-Plainsboro was cozy and high-stakes enough). The character was named Robert Chase as well. Between the fact that his name was already common and the fact that "Doc from Down Under" had way more fame than "Head of Diagnostics/House's Successor",it would make him being hard to found out with search mechanisms(this particular tactic made Robert love the fact that the surname Červený was far too complicated for the immigration officers that recieved his father in Australia. Robert Chase vs Robert Červený says it all). To top it all,the real "Dr. Robert Chase" might look like an elaborate goof;

Now,onto how Dr. Chase would be able to keep the facade and his medical career. His main method of testing the candidates to Diagnostics Fellows is to have them pretend to be R. Chase - regardless of gender,race or any characteristics. Of course,he's keeping tabs on both the new doctors and patients - same doctors see the same patients. It has a double usefulness - the candidates have to be skilled with deceit and quick on their feet while able to be coordinated by Chase himself;

When it comes to the cases themselves,Chase goes see the patients sometimes,but always in a disguise(glasses,a thick beard,make up to look 10 years older and a British accent(canon have him an American accent for no reason,so let me make Chase a fake Brit!);

Oftentimes,Chase is seen making videos of the Doctor. After a while,his videos had extremely simplified explanations of complicated diseases. The simplifications were done by someone who deeply understood the pathologies,anyone with medical knowledge would see it. The cherry of the cake was when American Accent Chase played the dumb person who needed said explanations(but still struggled to understand them). His underlings found it annoying but overlooked it,because Chase was generally competent and nice overall;

Last but not least - Chase got away with all that BS because competence levels and he was fucking his boss. Foreman is just as batshit,he's classy about it tho.

Just gimme Chase being just as chaotic as House,but in different ways,please!

#house md #robert chase #eric foreman #choreman #foremanchase #foreman x chase #shitpost

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kelseytheballerina · 9 months

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how do you have a high maintenance routine while being married? I assume that being married means that you now have a heck ton of new responsibilities, I know that it’s not really just your life anymore, as you now have 2 lives in one. and not just focusing on yourself anymore, you have somebody else. I know I’ll get married in the near future but a part of me is afraid that i’ll lose what I have now or won’t be able to do what I want to do in the future, like pampering myself, making time for myself to do all those things you mentioned in your high maintenance routine while cooking for two, cleaning the house, running errands, doing my own work from home as well, and eventually with children as well. I want to get married but it seems overwhelming and scary that maybe I won’t be able to have this high maintenance lifestyle doing things I want to be doing because of how busy life will get as a married woman. AND being pregnant too.

No this is a very valid question. As it turns out, being married didn’t diminish my free time or ability to pamper myself at all. If anything, it’s given me more of it. I have plenty of time to myself since I don’t have to work, my husband is a doctor that works really long hours, neither of us are messy people and he doesn’t control my schedule but rather I decide it all. If I had to scrub our apartment from top to bottom every day bc he leaves stuff all over the place and makes a mess like a toddler in a daycare, I wouldn’t be with him. Nothing worse than a nasty man whose mama never taught him to put dishes in the sink and clothes in the hamper. He’s naturally quite neat and low maintenance so I’m not really spending a ton of time tending to him. All of the things I do are things I was going to do anyway. Dishes, cooking, cleaning, laundry, tidying up etc are standards for living I already set for myself whether I would be living alone or not. A few extra dishes from his serving is no problem. If he gets hair all over the bathroom floor he sweeps it up himself. Yes I have to run a few errands for him since he doesn’t always have the time (for example going to the post office is near impossible with his work schedule) but it’s not a frequent thing and I know he’d do it for me, no questions asked.

Not all marriages are the same and some partners may require more of your time and energy. Obviously my marriage is still young so I can’t speak on the long haul, but for now it’s very chill. The only “restraint” (and I use that word lightly) is more so related to timing. If he’s home at 6:30pm, then I need dinner ready by that time instead of me cooking all willy nilly at 8pm or smth. Outside of breakfast and dinner requiring me to keep a timing to match his work schedule, he has little bearing on my day to day endeavors.

He actually enjoys when I do fun things for myself and takes pride in being able to provide it. He likes when I send cute selfies from the nail salon or spa or cafes I’m at. If there’s times where I’m being more of a homebody and just staying indoors all day, he encourages me to go out and have fun, try a new place to eat, meet up with a friend, etc. Some men hate seeing women being pampered and being leisurely and some men absolutely love it and encourage it. If you’re a girl who spoils yourself even when single, get a man who appreciates that and wants to contribute to the spoiling, not snuff the flame or expects you to “sit down”. I’ve never understood that. You get a girl who always looks cute with her hair and makeup done, nice clothes, fun experiences and then expect her to stop bc she’s married now? You should’ve been with a plain Jane in the first place then!

When our baby is born, that will be more of a change than my marriage in and of itself since she’ll have a nap schedule, bath time, etc that will prevent me from always being able to get up and go on a whim or spend ample amounts of time at certain venues but that’s part of motherhood and the responsibilities and sacrifices that come with it. I’ll have to alter my schedule, pull back on the frequency I do certain things, and just wait for her to get a bit older. All moms can relate and it just comes with the territory but it doesn’t have to be a negative thing.

Basically it just comes down to making a schedule that works for you and prioritizing your self care and making the most of the hours allotted to you. Don’t lose yourself in your marriage. Your youth and fun doesn’t have to die just bc you’re wearing a ring.

#ask

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humunanunga · 2 months

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top surgery

The morning of the surgery, I woke up a few minutes before my first alarm clock. It was set for 6:00am, like the day before when I had to make sure I was dressed in time for the drive to my pre-op appointment a two-hour drive away. But my ride, my medical power of attorney, my secondhand family, had his alarm clock set for 6:15. So I waited until his went off too so he'd have a chance to brush his teeth before I washed the incision area one more time with the special cleanser. Forgetting I didn't need to wash my hair this time, since I already did the night before, my shower was shorter than planned, and so we still had time to idle before driving the scenic route to the surgery center.

More time to hype up my friends, and more time for them to hype me up.

9:30am finally arrived, and so had we. The door was still locked ten minutes later, so I called the office and the voice on the other end said they'd let the nurse know we were here. My driver and I were let in, I changed into the hospital gown, minutes passed as more doctors trickled in against the weekday morning traffic. They took my heart rate, my blood pressure, a urine sample, and the first doctor tried to install the IV needle into my left hand. She had difficulty chasing my vein, which can happen when patients have to abstain from food and drink before surgery. Needles didn't usually affect me, but hunger and dehydration probably made me more sensitive, because I did get woozy. The anesthesiologist ended up getting it done in a few quick motions on the right hand, taping it securely in place and running me through all the risks of anaesthesia and all the factors that made it more likely I'd wake up nauseous. And the surgeon quizzed me on the prescriptions she'd listed for me the day before, and what to do about the binder (leave it alone). At my request, my dad-in-spirit stepped out for a moment while she drew lines on my skin.

And then I was ready.

And finally, the surgeons were ready.

I was led into a spacious operating room, and I asked if I needed to strip down before getting on. They said I didn't, that they'd take care of that. So I stepped on, they covered my legs in a blanket since the room was chilly. I took note of their caps, one with a pig print on it and another with Carebears. I could hear a loud whirring from a machine somewhere out of my periphery while they finished hooking me up, putting an oxygen mask on me, telling me to take deep breaths.

They warned me earlier that the IV drip may sting, but I didn't feel that. What I did feel was the anaesthesia taking effect, so I said goodnight, I'll seeya later.

…

I remember going under. I remember a vague sense of the passage of time, like when you take a nap on the couch with the TV on but don't remember what you were thinking about whenever you wake up.

It took a lot of insistent pestering to wake me, and at first I thought it was my driver trying to wake me. But then I remembered where I was, and I started to respond. Everything felt heavy and cold, but someone put some kind of heater under my legs and it felt so good to warm up again. I was shivering intensely, but the doctors were patient and helped me into the soft pajamas I brought. Pajamas my roommate gave me.

The nausea never came, and when I had tomato soup for lunch and the potato soup for dinner, I couldn't imagine anything tasting better. I was able to take my first post-op selfie as promised on the way back to the hotel room, where one of my dear friends had sent me flowers. Everyone congragulated me, but once I made it back to the bed with the neck pillow, chest pillow and sleep mask from my roommate and her mother, I was only awake again to eat, drink, take pills or watch day become sunset become night.

And I felt so, so loved.

The the sutures holding my grafts in place and the (admittedly itchy) binding over them were removed this week, and the surgeon was delighted to see how well my nipples were healing this early on. I was still pretty tired from how early I had to wake up for the drive to my post-op appointment, but I was giddy seeing my bare chest in the mirror for the first time.

And, so, here I am now. Still under the care of my roomie, my friends and my family while I wait for mobility in my arms to come back. Able to shower again, as long as I follow instructions. Caring for the incision sites while they heal. Tingling the same way skin does when feeling comes back after escaping the cold. And safe from sweating into a binder through any more summers.

For transparency, it may be worth mentioning that I have a history of ideal health. Compared to my brother, my driver and my friends, I'm lucky that I haven't even had any side-effects to deal with. No post-anaesthesia high or nausea, no pain even when I tested out going off the prescriptions. But there's already enough horror stories out there to fearmonger transness with, or to prepare for all the risks and worst-case scenarios; so how about a happy ending to cleanse the palate with this time.

#top surgery #transneutral #transgender #gender #queer #medical #trypanophobia #dear diary #tldr

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hazeltail · 1 year

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Woohoo at urgent care for the second time in a week 🙃

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#me #mine #urgent care #chronic pain #girls with glasses #girl with glasses #no makeup selfie #no makeup #doctors office #medical #hazeltail #hazeltailxo #hazeltail official #hazeltailofficial

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drghostwrite · 11 months

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dana scully x fem!reader

prompt 'you remembered'?

ehehe

ty xoxo

I'm so happy you asked, kudos for being the first to ask, you're the best! I was so excited to write this and I so hope you enjoy it, though I will be honest it started as fluff and then turned into its own thing so if you want a rewrite just let me know. ;)

Dana Scully x fem!reader

Prompt: "you remembered?"

TW: fluff turns to smut [Minors DNI]

Summary: It's their two year anniversary and Dana was upset that she has to work and can't be with you but little does she know you have bigger things planned. The reader is a doctor, head of the Emergency department at a level 1 trauma center so she doesn't always have time and can be forgetful.

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Dana sat at her desk, leaning her forehead into her hand and letting out a frustrated sigh, and scribbled something into the case file laid out in front of her. Today was your two year anniversary and though you loved her and she knew that, and vice versa she just wished she could be with you right now, instead of sitting at this desk doing paperwork.

Her phone lit up revealing the cute selfie of the two of you from when you traveled to your cabin last winter, you had gone hiking and skiing giving you both the chance to escape your hectic lives and one morning you found yourselves sitting on the couch, watching the snowfall curled up next to one another under a mound of fluffy and soft blankets, Dana was leaning on your chest laid between your legs while you were drinking coffee and just talking when you saw her raise her phone in front of you and snap a picture, you leaned forward smiling into her strawberry blonde hair and that's the picture she snapped and then another as she turned halfway so you could place a kiss to her temple keeping eye contact with the camera.

She grabbed the phone quickly hoping it was you but instead, it was a message from Fox reading, Need you to come upstairs to the office, ASAP.

"Damn you Mulder, I'm never getting out of here," she grumbled getting up from her desk to make her way from the morgue office to the little setup in the local police department. She really wanted nothing more than to order takeout that she knew would get cold because she had other activities planned, and put it on the island as soon as it got there to be warmed up later but instead, she was stuck at the local police department in Virginia on a wild goose chase while she knew you were running your emergency department saving lives, and she knew that you would be so tired and a part of her worried that you might even forget that it's your anniversary.

She looked at the clock, 5:24pm, and quickly shot you a text saying, Hey Love I'm going to probably be home late but I'll order takeout and have it sent to the house, so don't worry I got you covered.

Read 5:27

She let out a small depressed sigh, slipping her phone back into her blazer pocket as she made her way upstairs gathering the files she had laid out and putting them under her arm. She heard the elevator doors ding and felt the cart jolt into place as the doors opened, she stepped out onto the first level and didn't spot Mulder just yet. She scanned her surroundings, peaking her head into the small office on the side only to find him looking at a bulletin on the wall covered in red thread and pictures scattered about, Monica Reyes was leaning back in a chair feet up on the table with headphones in and John Dogett was passed out on the couch.

"Scully look at this I think I figured out where its been hiding."

"Please tell me you didn't pull me from something important to tell me you think there's another mythical creature out there."

"No look I think it's the sewers."

"Mulder you think the Chupacabra is underground hiding in the sewers, there's nothing to prove that, we caught the kids, it was just a hoax a bunch of frats boys thinking they were being ritualistic but in reality, they were brainwashed by their charismatic leader into a killing spree." Monica sat up watching you two but still had her headphones in only slightly listening enough that she knew what was going on.

"Mulder she's right we're wasting resources at this point, if there were more attacks after the arrest maybe, but I think the boys were using that system to get around without being caught and to stash costumes and weapons." Monica finally spoke up taking Danas side.

"Come on Mulder," Dana rubbed her forehead, "I think were all tired and just ready to get in the car a drive home." He looked around seeing John stirring from his sleep and seeing the frustration on Dana's features, he gave the go-ahead command to pack up and go home but informed them that he was going to have everything faxed over just in case. Dana grabbed her things and basically ran out of the building, but as she got outside the door she dropped her keys and heard a voice.

"Hey Beautiful need a hand?" she quickly shot up and turned around hand on her gun, but she took in the sight before quickly realizing it was you. she jumped wrapping her arms around your neck as you held her waist, she pulled you into a chaste kiss not caring who was around you or who witnessed this moment.

"Hey you two!" yelled John as he and Monica laughed to each other, Mulder was still inside oblivious, Dana turned bright red and pulled away from you, she saw her coworkers a lot and they've been in pretty dire situations but they've never seen her like this before so dependent on one person. You tuned giving all of them a wave, you picked up the keys to the Tahoe that they all drove there in a tossed them to John as he gave you a nod of approval.

"I think I'm gonna take my wife home now, have a great night guys." You smiled pulling her closer to your side and walking her towards your SUV, you opened her door and helped her in, walking back around and jumping in the driver seat. You had gone picked up coffee and put her favorite playlist on, she kicked her shoes off reclined her seat, and grabbed your hand as you pulled out to make your way home, she talked about the case and her day but never mentioned what day it was because she felt bad and she didn't want to make you feel worse, she was just amazed that you drive 3 hours after a crazy ED shift to come pick her up yourself. 3 hours later and you pulled into your driveway, saw the lights still on, and thanked God that your sister got the message, she cleaned, got the takeout from your favorite Italian restaurant, and set everything up so that you could leave right from work and drive to Virginia to pick up Dana. As you walked in the house you guided her right upstairs.

"Baby aren't we gonna eat I'm starving and I doubt you got a break at the hospital today, with the full moon and all."

"Oh trust me you're going to want to wait." You stepped into your master bedroom and that's when she saw it, dimly lit candles with her favorite scent, you made the bed but changed the sheets to black satin with a deep maroon blanket, and she realized that you weren't wearing scrubs and that you had nothing but a lace bra under your cream boyfriend button up, you had left the top three buttons open just enough that she could see down your shirt making her go rabid but not enough for anyone to notice from a distance, you also had on the skinny jeans that she loved they accented your butt and thighs so well.

You turned and looked at her expression, chuckling you kissed her forehead.

"You remebered?" she asked almost confused but amazed, she looked into your eyes seeing the compassion and the small smirk you had.

"Dana Catherine Scully you’re the love of my life of course I remembered. Now let me show you just how much I love you."

You turned closing the door behind you and leaned down to kiss her lips backing her up against the door. she played with the buttons pushing your shirt off your shoulders, and you started the buttons on her shirt revealing the blue lace underneath, she undid the button of her pants let them pool around her ankles revealing the matching panties, she stepped and kicked them to the side. “Mm baby you look amazing.” You grabbed the back of her thighs picked her up and pressed her against the wall, you started working your way down her neck and onto the exposed skin of her chest leaving bites along the way as she threw her head back against the wall letting out low moans, moans that went straight to your core. You unclasped her bra and pulled a nipple into your mouth, she gasped at the action but then you felt her hand in your hair telling you to keep going, you could feel her muscles taut against you.

“mhmmhm, maybe we should move this to the bed.”You quickly made your way to the bed laying her on the edge and she pulled you down with her.

"Y/N I want to touch you, to feel you, please."

"Whatever you want baby." you slipped off the rest of your clothes and then crawled back up the bed hooking your finger in her panties and sliding them off tossing them to the side. You leaned forward placing yourself in between her legs, you could feel her start to grind against you, kissing her again and stayed there for a minute before snaking a hand down between her legs and sliding it through her folds.

"Oh my God Dana you're so wet for me baby."

She moaned at the touch letting out a small pained laugh into the kiss, "Y/N I've been waiting for this all day."

"Well, then you shouldn't have to wait any longer." You pushed your first finger in and then another gently kissing down her body, you could already feel how close she was as she bucked against your hand, you kissed down her stomach and stopped right where she needed you most, kissing up and down her thighs, slowing down your hand and watching her squirm. Before she could say anything you attached your lips around her clit sucking harshly and starting your hand back up. Her back arched and before she knew it you had her seeing stars. You pulled your fingers out but coaxed her through with your mouth tasting all of her, you climbed back up her body, letting her catch her breath and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself.

"I'm sorry for thinking you forgot about our anniversary." She apologized in between kisses.

"Love, there's nothing to worry about, and by the way I would never forget the day I married the most gorgeous, smart, and badass woman in the world."

"Mmmm, in that case," she moaned looking into your genuine green eyes, she hooked her leg over yours and flipped you both other, her sapphire blue eyes blowing bigger with lust as she positined herself above you.

"I guess I better show you how loved you really are," as she deepened the kisses.

#x files #dana scully #danascullyxreader #smut prompts #fluff prompts #x reader smut #x reader #x yn

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heavywithourbabies · 2 years

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The only drawback was that it would all end a week from now as she was scheduled to be induced. As excited as she was to meet her baby, Lexxi also wanted more. She needed it. If she could, she would want to get pregnant again now. The thought of already being heavy with child and growing larger still drove her on. It was only fantasy but it was one she was happy to dream about. And thankfully she wasn’t the only maiesiophiliac in the house. The whole reason she had met her husband online was through their shared interest. and as much as Lexxi adored her new more womanly body, her husband Mark seemed to adore it even more. She felt a wave of pleasure ripple through her entire core and the baby actively started kicking. Lexxi knew an orgasm wasn’t far off but she was greedy. She wanted more of everything.

Taking out her phone, she snapped a few lewd photos of her swollen self and sent them to Mark. Just as she was rubbing circles over her throbbing clit she texted him.

“I need you home now. Come home. Fuck more babies into me.”

She felt the crest rising inside of herself and added one more line

“Fuck me bigger”

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soggywert · 2 years

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Top Gun: Maverick hcs I’ve come to conclusions with (based off of imos and me and my life) Pt2

part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/hangman-puzzlesolver/692152151697473536?source=share

- mav watched minions: rise of gru by himself because ice never lived long enough to see it for their date night at the movies premiere (p1 explanation as to why) It looks like mav just crying over minions, but actually, it’s because his husband died (HOLY SHIT IM SORRY THAT SO ANGSTY I PROMISE YOU IT GETS BETTER)

- payback and fanboy are most likely to be the ones to organise a little get together at Penny’s bar for the whole crew

- ^^ THEY BOTH ALSO HOLD THE BEST SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTIES ^^

- mav has an extreme amount of knowledge on bones and muscles, mainly because he’s probably fractured and ripped most of them. The doctors like to let him know where he fractured that bone and what it’s called and mav makes mental notes on it; you bet he knows almost the whole skeletal system by now

- it’s a family tradition for the bradshaws to have a moustache, so ofc it’s just a ‘pass me down’ look as they all look like copies of the one before

- Phoenix is an avid snapchat user and always takes group selfies whenever she can

- Hangmans ringtone is backstreet boys, which everyone knows about because he once didnt have it on silence one day during a lecture and it played (he wears it with pride)

- hangman and rooster commonly go to the beach together, in a private area to watch the water lap at their feet, the sun setting in front of them. they usually bring a four pack, sometimes they have music on, sometimes they dont. sometimes the sounds of the water is enough for them

- the beach hangout is a good way for rooster to try getting into the idea of being around big bodies of water (small hc that he has a fear of it, after what happened to his father) which hangman helps out a lot with. theyre just having little therapy sessions as they cuddle by the water.

- ice and mav used to do the same thing! they used to cuddle by the secret area of the beach away from everyone; thats how rooster found out about it and told hangman.

- despite the name, iceman, he’s actually super shit at ice skating. mav took him to an ice ring once and they mainly stayed on the beginners section, until they got off to go get some chips. mav then dragged ice over to the big boy ring for him to watch mav do all these tricks on it!

interaction after that was probably like: ice: you never told me you could skate! mav: you never told me you couldn’t! ice: fuckin touché, pete

- THEN THEY DO A LADY AND THE TRAMP KISS BUT WITH THE OVERLY-EXPENSIVE MEDIOCRE CHIPS

- mav makes fun of how most things in ice’s office are exaggeratedly big. so, they made a small little deal that ice will get half, and mav would get the other. it was at first a joke, but then it turn into a religious thing of just:

ice: keep your shit on your side of the table mav: shouldve brought a bigger table ice: it takes up most of the room, asshat

- back and forth banter between husbands, promise

- going on from roosters fear of big bodies of water, it took a lot of extra encouragement from the team for him to go join them on the beach for the footy dogfight. (mainly from hangman, phoenix and bob. mav isnt aware of it)

- mav has an obsession with peppermint chocolate, because it reminds him of ice

- mav tries being a father-figure to rooster as best as he can, but he doesn’t know many fatherly things to do; he once searched up ‘activities to do with son’ and saw fishing came up first. of course; he was never taught how to fish by his father properly, so he just buys a bunch of stuff from a local store and stands in front of rooster, hands full:

mav: want to go fishing rooster: ...why mav: beeecaaause i said so rooster: do... you know how to fish? mav: no

- rooster then proceeds to teach mav instead, but it’s still completely fun. of course, then they find out theyre fishing on protected land and get chased off with a hefty warning (almost fine). mav then got some fishermen hats and sowed their call signs into individual ones (gravity falls style).

- rooster is fine with hearing ‘great balls of fire’, finding it nostalgic and a happier memory, while mav is one to go into a trance from a trauma response episode. though, rooster tries to help him through it nowadays

yeah boys! we got some father and son bonding moments! this was a bit angstier than I hoped it would be, but god the brainrot hits different at night.

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