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pollenallergie · 6 months

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I had the thought of Tom or Billy sniffing their new babies and I thought of you for some reason.

-cj aka @cheesewritings

no bc billy loves the new baby smell. like from the minute you bring your baby girl home (he’s a girl dad, first and foremost, fight me. maybe he’ll have a son later on, but his first kid? a girl, the girliest of girls.) and she stops smelling like hospital (probably after her first bath… which was somehow both a chaotic scene and a warm, wholesome bonding moment for the three of you), he’s got his nose to her dome like all the time, just breathing in the newborn baby smell mixed with the lavender nighttime baby shampoo you two had cleaned her fluffy, downy hair with. at first, billy tries to be discreet about it, because he thinks it’s weird. however, when he catches you sniffing her too one night as you rock her to sleep, he realizes that maybe he’s not so weird after all… or maybe you two are just equally weird… but, billy thinks, if he’s weird in the same ways that you’re weird, then that truly wouldn’t be so bad after all because at least your brand of weird isn’t off-putting (in his opinion… you disagree on the grounds that 1) you don’t think his brand of weird is off-putting because you don’t think anything about him is off-putting and 2) you think you can be at least a little off-putting sometimes).

as for tom, i hc tom (at least the version of him from my older!tom au) as not ever having kids (simply because he doesn’t want to have them), but you can bet that anytime he meets one of his newborn nieces or nephews (he has quite a few siblings… which means he also quite a few nieces and nephews) for the first time, he’s always quick to cuddle up to them, cradling them gently in his arms (now that’s been through this whole thing a dozen or so times, he’s a pro at holding newborns), and luxuriating in their soft skin and sweet newborn baby scent.

#for those of you who think sniffing newborns is weird #you’re right but also have you tried???#they smell so good #it’s like if sleep was a smell #no.. its like if sleep and love and wholesomeness all got together and made a scent that perfectly captured all three of their essences #it’s delightful #plus like if you’re already holding them… it’s not like it hurts anybody to just.. take a lil sniff of ze baby dome #in the universe somewhere there’s a picture of me fast asleep holding my neice when she was a newborn #like with her head on my chest and me reclined back a bit in my dad’s lazyboy #and my nose is pressed up against the crown of her head #and this is the exact reason why #because i was luxuriating in all the lovely parts of having a newborn baby around (namely cuddles and sweet baby smell)#ask and i shall reply #lovely anons <3 #cj <3 #billy knight x reader #billy knight strike #billy knight #tom grant #tom grant x reader #tom grant (make up)#older!tom grant

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keclan · 3 months

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i am once again saying the best part of being a nanny is the two hour afternoon nap

#just zonked out in my bosses’ lazyboy #the worst part obviously when the babies decide to skip their two hour afternoon nap

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 1 year

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(i saw this in rottmnt)

Eclipse being hold back by Lunar and Sun after trying the most dangerous and suicidal plan he could think: i wish you guys will take a great interesting in my science, we're brothers but sometimes i feel like we're just roommates

Moon:Eclipse if you don't cut out you middle child nonsense

Eclipse is the chaotic middle child confirmed.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #fnaf eclipse #fnaf moon #fnaf lunar #fnaf sun #incorrect sun and moon show quotes #incorrect sams quotes #incorrect fnaf quotes #incorrect quotes #source: lazyboy-baby #snoweyanswers #not my quote #tw sewerslide mention

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littlemelaninfics · 1 month

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Daddy's Lap

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Daddy!Hotch, pwnp, pretty mild tbh (still no minors)

“Come sit on daddy’s lap.” His husky, yet dominant voice echoed around the room, but you couldn’t find the strength within yourself to even begin to move towards him.

You watched as he effortlessly twirled the sleek black pen between his fingers, taking the tip lightly between his lips. He peeled his hooded gaze up from the sheets in his lap to your eyes, causing your knees to become irrevocably weak. You began to move but he stopped you in your tracks, your socks gliding slightly against the hardwood beneath you.

“Take your panties off.” He sat up slightly, putting the pen and stack of documents on the side table next to the Lazyboy. Hotch uncrossed his legs, his togue swiping his bottom lip as he waited for your compliance.

“Aaron-.”

“I said take your fucking panties off," he said becoming increasingly impatient, "before I have to lie you across my knee.” His cold, unwavering eyes looking you up and down. In this moment, you were nothing but property.

You raised the hem of the nightshirt you stole from his top drawer just enough to connect your cold fingers with the waistband of your panties. You hesitated, but complied with the command nonetheless. When they reached the floor you stepped out of them, waiting for whatever may come next.

"Bring them to me." You pick up your panties making sure to bend at the knees, cautious of not showing too much. This dynamic was still new to you, but you fully accepted your role. Your feet padded along the floor until you reached the chair he was engraved in. Hotch instantly grabbed them from you, enticing a small gasp from you. He looked deep into your eyes when he brought the ball of somewhat damp cotton to his nostrils, inhaling deeply.

He approved of the omitting scent with a low groan, his eyes rolling at the same time. As much as he was in control, the trap you had sprung on him was one he happily fell into. He opened his eyes back placing the wad in the pocket of his t-shirt. Aaron traced you thighs in no distinct pattern, trailing between them and gently gracing your pussy.

“Mmmm," he said lowly, "Look at you, your pussy is soaked and I haven’t even touched you." He quickly and roughly pulled you into his lap placing an open mouthed kiss on the side of your jaw, taking in the scent of you Peach Nectar shower gel.

"Are you gonna be good for me?"

The deep hum of his voice right in your ear sent shivers down your spine. He smiled lowly connecting his head with yours,

"It is so fucking easy to make you squirm.” he smirked.

"Please."

"Please? Please what?" Hotch eased.

You were sitting sideways in his lap, but you started to grind your hips anyway,

"Mmm, are you needy, baby? Trying to get yourself off on my lap?" He started kissing and nipping at your neck sending you into a spiral. You could feel his cock hardening beneath the confines of his dark blue sweatpants. Hotch brought you more towards the center of his crotch grinding your hips down on him,

"You feel that?" His hips started teasingly thrusting. He did this a few more times before turning your face to him, kissing you deeply. He pulled away closing his palm around your neck, leaning you back enough to see your whole expression.

"You want my cock? Hmm? You want to feel me here?" He brought his other hand to circle your front and press on your lower belly. The girth of the massive head you felt rubbing against your clit was pushing you closer.

You felt his hand wedge between you when your pussy started to burn with the sudden intrusion. He pressed your hips all the way down on him, grunting as he bottomed out. You could no longer hold in your cries of ecstasy when you felt his thick cock reaching the spot in your lower belly he had just previously teased.

As quickly as everything happened, it stopped. You opened your eyes feeling Aaron remove his hands from you completely. Thinking he was just putting you in a different position, you waited. You look beside you when you feel his body twist to the side, collecting the stack of papers from the side table. He cleared his throat nonchalantly reading over his assignment.

You looked at him puzzled, when you wiped it off completely. Who did you think you were? You're strictly there to keep his cock wet and warm. Nothing but holes for him to use.

Once your heart rate came back down, you smiled slightly at how quickly he cuts you off at the source and how much you live for it. You got comfortable before lifting his arm and placing your head on his shoulder. He closed his arms around you, papers out in front and kissed you on your head.

“Good girl.”

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner smut #criminal minds #criminal minds smut #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotch x reader #spencer reid #derek morgan #emily prentiss

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mengy007 · 3 months

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Reminder.

Soulmates doesn’t just means lovers, it can mean best friends, siblings, and even parents.

A soulmate is a special someone who you don’t feel whole without them.

When you’re not around them, you’re constantly wondering if they’re okay, what they’re doing…

When you’re together, you just click like pieces of a puzzle.

You want to talk to them, every given chance.

You could never imagine your life without them.

You’d always be there for them because you know for a fact they’d be there for you.

When they cry, you drop everything to go comfort them, because you know they’d do the same.

When they call, you already know what to expect.

A soulmate is a rare thing to find, but everyone has at least one.

If you don’t have one?

You just haven’t found them yet, trust me.

Reblog and tag your soulmate/soulmates!

@sug4rc41nnn @snowe-zolynn-rogers @rayne-14893 @lazyboy-baby

#reblog!#rb #tag ppl!#motivation?#eh #motivation #little rant lololo

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icu-now · 1 year

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18+ switch!eddie? but mostly sub!eddie x dom!reader, gn!reader

so ... eddie wears boxers, agreed? like he's such a boy ass boy wearing boxer shorts. he has ones with green and blue plaid; or red and navy gingham; and his fanciest pair he owns is plain denim blue (but all bought in value packs). and what you love about them more than getting to take them off heehe is how they peek out of his waistband when he reaches for something above the fridge. the shirt that already sits pretty at the edge of his belt loops with his arms down; lifts just that little bit, and the ruched cotton has you licking your lips at the tuft of hair it flattens. eddie chuckles before you can catch yourself and spill half a spoonful of cheerios and milk on the table.

okkkkk starting to scream now bc getting to take them off ... . . . you two have been making out on wayne's lazy boy for about half of a random def leppard album eddie got a boot leg of. cranked high in his room to hear it comfortably in the living room, you love it how the groans between each of his heavy breaths are amplified as you kiss down his neck. you make sure you've locked his eyes before sliding between his legs, steadying yourself on his quads. you've been palming at the denim around his thighs, hips, and crotch for about two and a half songs now and obviously for eddie that's been ages. he's whining into his shoulder and his knuckles are white clenching at the sides of his thighs wishing you'd touch him. and it's quite embarrassing how loud he gasps when you pop the button of his jeans with just your thumb and forefinger. you trail your fingers between elastic and skin until they meet at his tailbone. and u can feel how giddy he is when he does that little hip lift thing, only for you tug at his beltloops, loosening his jeans anchored by his body weight and leaving his boxers mostly on.

rightfully, you earn a, "babe--heh baby..." from eddie. kneeling between his lap, your hands meet at the crease of his hips, finally touching his hard bulge and you're smirking. you feel his thick cock heavy against his thigh and squeeze a little harder, enjoying how with each pulse of your fingers, eddie thrusts his hips into your chest.

he couldnt hold his hands at his sides anymore and tried palmed himself over your hands, but you tsk'ed them away before he could get any meaningful relief. "aw, honey, how do i know what you want if you don't use your words, huh?" you spit his own words he used on u just last night back at him, revelling in how it feels to be on the other side. eddie is so cute when he's flustered and can't think of anything he wants more than your hands under his boxers. "d'you want me to..." you cup at his balls with one hand, and bring your other to his waistband. "touch you..." you hook a finger under the elastic this time, "under here?" he can't come up with an answer for you other than a furious nod of his blushed face. you release the elastic you pulled taut and it dully snaps back onto the yummy path of hair on his lower stomach. god he's whining so loud and you fucking love how close to tears he is, you throw him a bone and sit up on your knees, kissing his jawline up to his lips. you slip a hand under his boxers as soon as your lips touch, and he almost screams. you massage at the base and slowly work your way up his shaft, preoccupying you, letting eddie slip his tounge past your lips. almost feeling bad about your cruelty, you let him kiss you sloppy as you start to spread his precum over the head of his cock. once you did that, he almost jerked you off of his lap, and that's when you've had enough. you take a step back from the lazy boy, admiring the pair of green and blue plaid he put on today, and yank the cotton clean off his hips to bunch at his knees with his jeans. you look at him through your lashes, biting a smile, and his giggles are delirious in response.

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

not proofread! sorry wayne ill get u a new lazyboy!!

a/n hiiiiii this is the first fic ive written in years and my first smutty fic! ive been a long long long time reader and always wanted to write fics to bam first post heheeh ALSO im taking requests! if anyone is reading this lol here's my inbox :)

pls lmk if u liked this :*

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littlemelanintales · 13 days

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Daddy's Lap

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Daddy!Hotch, pwnp, pretty mild tbh (still no minors)

“Come sit on daddy’s lap.” His husky, yet dominant voice echoed around the room, but you couldn’t find the strength within yourself to even begin to move towards him.

“Aaron-.”

"Are you gonna be good for me?"

The deep hum of his voice right in your ear sent shivers down your spine. He smiled lowly connecting his head with yours,

"It is so fucking easy to make you squirm.” he smirked.

"Please."

"Please? Please what?" Hotch eased.

You were sitting sideways in his lap, but you started to grind your hips anyway,

You looked at him puzzled, when you wiped it off completely. Who did you think you were? You're strictly there to keep his cock wet and warm. Nothing but holes for him to use.

“Good girl.”

seen this before? tumblr deleted my other account so i have to rebuild :/

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotchner smut #daddy!hotch #criminal minds #criminal minds smut #aaron hotchner imagine

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takecareluv · 2 years

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okay...so i have an idea for the photobooth piece...

imagine the reader and vinnie have been married for a long time - they have children and grandchildren, and are still in love with each other as if it is the first times they are dating.

one day, their grandchildren are having a sleepover at their house and the older grandchild finds these old family photo albums in a closet. inside the album are strips of the photos from the photobooth and the grandchildren are in awe of seeing their grandparents so young and beautiful/handsome and in love. they ask the reader and vinnie to tell the story of that day, which brings us to the past and we read about the day when vinnie and reader find the photobooth on the street and take photos in it.

since the photos are in that vintage, not-exactly-black but black & white colour, i thought it would be fitting to have a nostalgic and romantic feel to the piece as well <3

a.n. thank you, thank you, thank you livie for this incredible idea !!! that beautiful mind of yours is always cooking up the best ideas <3 i hope that i did this justice and you, along with everyone else reading, enjoy what i came up with. also everyone reading this, go give livie some love because she is amazing, and also just so happened to put out a new fic for the first time in a while and you all need to go read it immediately if you haven't already !!! it is one of the most beautiful things i have read and she deserves a lot of love on it so go give her some right now 😠 also credit to @beauperalta for the header image i used below !!!

a picture is worth a thousand words || v.h.

it had been many years since you were once that young and in love kid living in the city of angels, pursuing your dreams.

you and your husband of forty years were currently settled in a little cottage on the outskirts of seattle, washington. a home the perfect size for just the two of you, along with enough play space in the back for your adventurous grandchildren to run around in.

life was perfect. well, if there ever was such thing as perfect, this was as close to as you were getting.

you were just as in love with vinnie as the day you had met him all those years ago at the mere age of eighteen. and that love only expanded as he gave you your very own family, three lovely children, who weren’t quite children anymore. in fact they had a few of their own.

your once little family had grown larger than you ever expected, and with that, your heart as well.

it was the night of your grandparent and grandkids sleepover you held at the house at least once a month. you loved your family dearly and wanted to spend as much time with them as possible, giving your grandchildren the best childhood they could ask for, just as you did with their parents.

the kids would be arriving any minute, although knowing your daughter they would most likely be running late.

✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪ ♡ ࣪.* ࣪ ⋆ ✧

you were setting out some extra blankets and pillows, having just finished renting the newest pixar movie you knew the kids had been aching to see, when the doorbell rang.

“they’re here!” you squealed, running over to the entry way to let them in, never once not as excited to see your babies like the day they were each born.

“careful, darling. don’t want to break a hip.” vinnie teased from where he was lounging on the lazyboy all morning.

“oh shut it. these hips work just as good as they used to and you for one should know that.” you cheekily smirked back at him before throwing the front door open with the biggest smile on your face. “hello, my loves. come in, come in!” you announced, giving each and every one of them a big squeeze as they walked through the doorway.

after everyone was settled in and the kids said their goodbyes, which was always a bit harder on the little one, you brought out some coloring pages so they could draw and “surprise mommy with beautiful pictures when she picks you up tomorrow”, which caused your youngest grandchild to perk right up.

while she was at the table, focusing all her attention on making a masterpiece for her mother, the rest of the kids were rummaging through the closet to pull out some games to play.

reaching for a game board tucked away on the top shelf, your grandson lost his balance, knocking over a box full of photo albums, hundreds of pictures spilling out as it hit the ground.

one photo in particular caught your granddaughter’s eye as she leaned over to pick it up. she had seen many photos of you from your younger years, but had never seen you look so happy as you did in these four little images.

she walked over to where you and vinnie were sat with her younger sister, wanting to ask the story behind her new favorite photo of you.

“whatcha got here?” you asked as you saw her approaching with something that definitely did not look anything like a board game in her hands.

“i found these old pictures of you guys in the closet,” she explained while handing it to you.

you smiled once you caught a glimpse at the photos she was talking about. you almost teared up at the sight, having not seen these photos in a long time. the fond memories of that night, and others like it, flooding your mind in an instant. those really were your happiest days.

when the youngest saw you all awing over something, she began to feel left out and quickly moved out of vinnie’s lap to see what all the fuss was about. “grandpa that you?” she asked, pointing to the much younger vinnie in the photo.

“yeah, bub, many years ago.”

“so pretty! you and grammy,” she giggled before crawling back into his lap and picking up her crayons to color again.

“she’s right. grandma, you were so beautiful.” your eldest granddaughter complimented, still staring at the photos in awe of your beauty, now knowing exactly where her mother got it from.

“wasn’t she? the most beautiful girl i’d ever seen, still is.” vinnie beamed, looking at you with the same amount of love in his eyes as the very day those photos were taken.

“how old were you?” your granddaughter questioned, pulling you out of a daydream, it was always so easy for you to get lost in vinnie’s eyes for a moment.

“we were both freshly twenty at the time…”

✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪ ♡ ࣪.* ࣪ ⋆ ✧

it was hot august night, too hot in your opinion. you didn’t know how vinnie could bear wearing a leather jacket in this heat. although when you questioned him on it, he claimed “you just don’t understand fashion.” whatever that meant.

you had just left the birthday party of some tiktoker you didn’t even know the last name of but vinnie apparently had to make an appearance at.

after an hour of pushing through an endless amount of drunk, sweaty kids just to find a single familiar face, which was a failure by the way, you and vinnie decided to get out of there and have your own fun. which ultimately meant going to the rundown arcade around the block.

you spent the rest of the evening there competing against each other in ski ball, air hockey and every other game they had. not without taking a snack break to slurp down a cookies and crème milkshake along with the biggest basket of cheesy fries you’d ever seen, it was heavenly.

by the time you had made your way through almost every game there, to which vinnie cheated and won most, you were the only two left. you were having so much fun to even realize three hours had gone by and the only other person there was a worker begrudgingly sweeping the place up and yelling at you both to get out.

you quickly listened, grabbing ahold of vinnie’s hand and shuffling out of the arcade before you had to deal with the wrath of the old man and his broom. something you knew was probably best not to mess with.

on the walk back to vinnie’s car, you stumbled upon an old photo booth. you honestly weren’t too sure the thing would still work, but when vinnie entered a couple quarters, the machine began to light up, much to your surprise. vinnie promptly took your hand, pulling you inside the booth before sitting you on his lap.

you had thirty seconds before the first photo was taken and you were a giggling mess trying to come up with a pose. at the very last second, you placed your hand on vinnie’s cheek, quickly bringing him into a kiss until you heard the click of the camera.

you were too caught up in your own world after the kiss, you didn’t have time to pose, and the next picture captured you and vinnie basically staring into each other’s soul with so much adoration in your eyes, oblivious to everything going on around you.

you start giggling even more once you realized you missed the second photo and before you knew it, the third was being taken, showing you and vinnie with the biggest smiles on your face in a fit of laughter.

“okay, serious time.” you said to him, but mainly for yourself as you couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped you. “we gotta make the last one count.”

and with that, you wrapped both your arms around vinnie’s neck, pressing your cheek to his as you smiled at the camera. there was still time left so vinnie swiftly turned, giving your cheek a quick peck that the camera caught at the perfect moment.

once the last photo was snapped, you faced vinnie, your soft lips practically touching from how close you were. you leaned in, closing the small gap between you. vinnie deepened the kiss as you ran your fingers through his hair, playing with those curls you loved so much.

you moved in sync, as you always do, for a few minutes before pulling away to catch your breath. a smile spreading across your face as you did. “i love you,” you whispered in his ear.

“not as much as i love you,” he cooed back, placing one last kiss on your lips for good luck.

you snatched the copies of the pictures on the way out, handing one to vinnie which he immediately placed in his wallet for safe keeping.

you, however, held yours close until you made it home. running up the stairs and straight to the desk in the corner of your bedroom, you pulled out a sharpie, writing the date and a little message on the back before sticking it in a box of more photos and knickknacks from throughout your relationship that you only hoped to add on to.

✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪ ♡ ࣪.* ࣪ ⋆ ✧

now here you were, all these years later, holding the very same photo in your hands. turning it over, you grinned at the words scribbled on the paper.

8/22/22

my love for you is forever, sweet vinnie <3

and that it always will be, you thought.

a.n. hey god. it’s me again. when is it my turn ??? 😭

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagine #meg writes : ♡₊˚𓂃⠀◟

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achickennamedcheese · 8 days

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Get to know your mutuals and followers! /nf

^-^

(@jestersdlc)

my gf

my aus

drawing

music

my plushies

@kittybot57

@gojo4lifeer

@atherflame-theconcubus

@youracecard

@lazyboy-baby

@mysticcroissant

@potatotato-26

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rhodesrider · 1 year

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Missing Ears...

Judgement Day x PetPlay! Fem Reader

NSFW! 18+! Minors DNI!

Warnings: Petplay, Dehumanizing behavior, cum-drinking mentioned, slight panic attack, crying

Y/N was running around the home of JD, looking under the couches and behind dressers. Slowly getting agitated. She went back down stairs pouting flopping on the sofa with her black dress. Damien was in the kitchen cooking dinner since it's his night and Finn was on his phone in the lazyboy. Y/N sighed loud. “What's wrong kitten?” Damien asked from the kitchen getting the plates together. “I can't find my ears...” Y/N pouted and sniffled. Finn looked up from his phone seeing Y/N having her bell collar on that Rhea bought her. “Kitten we’re about eat, I don't think right now you can go into your headspace.” Finn said going back to his phone.

Y/N started to sniffle more and Finn looked up quickly sighing. “Kitten please no crying..” He got and sat with her holding her, rubbing circles on her back. She started to cry talking about her ears again. “Damien, have you seen the cuties’ ear?” Finn gave her forehead kisses to calm her down. “No I haven't. Is she alright? She doesn't cry like this unless she's having a-” Damian stopped and put the plates down as Y/N was trying to say story for bothering him and Finn over her ears. “Baby you know you don't bother us ever.” Finn reassured. “Lemme turn the oven off and help our baby find her ears ok?” Damian kissed her forehead and went back to the kitchen. Y/N nodded and sniffled calming down. “Thats it baby.” Finn smiled and he rubbed under her chin. “Oh look what Daddy found.” Finn pointed, Y/N smiles at Damian who carefully put her black kitten ears on her head. “And for being so brave, a treat.” He pulled out some goldfish for her and fed her some from his hand.

Damien finished up dinner, and Rhea got back from the Gym tired. “Hey guys!” She immediately heard a bell and smiled giggling. “Is that mamas little princess down there?” Y/N peeked between the chairs as she was eating her dinner outta her bowls. “Awww look at my sweet little baby!” She moved a chair sitting on the floor whistling her over. Y/N went over rubbing her head against Rhea’s chest. “Now when did you come out to play hmm?” She asked looking up at the men. “About 30 minutes ago. We were texting you then she wanted some milk.” Finn smirked as Damien zipped his pants back up. “Oh you had a good drink princess?” Rhea asked rubbing under her chin, but soon Y/N went back under the table, her eyes looked Dilated staring at Rhea, licking her lips. “Oh, I'm guess I'm next.” She blushed. Damien fixed Rhea’s plate and she pulled down her pants, Y/N watched purring drooling some.

After dinner, Y/N was getting her back and ass rubs while they watched a movie. She soon started to fall asleep, her ears falling off her head. Rhea grabbed it before they could hit the floor and put them to the side smiling finishing up the movie as Y/N slept soundly.

#wwe one shot #wwe imagine #wwe raw #wwe rhea ripley #wwe smut #damian priest #finn balor #wwe judgement day #petpl4y

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starheirxero · 1 month

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Toxic babies for you.

Also i really love them because of you now, thanks for that i guess.

ps: if you can't read the mini caption it says "I could just kiss them thought"

ISAC!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAA YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS EYYEYEYSYWYSYSS LOOK AT THEEEEEMMMMM!!!!!! THE CLOAK GRAB. THE CLENCHED FIRST. THE ANGER. THE SMUGNESS!!!!!! FUCK YEAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!

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simpalert · 21 days

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Hey @lazyboy-baby I made a thing with one of ur Bois (thanks to capcut templates)

Couldn't find a lot of pics of them but I did what I could

#no one cares kira #shut the f*ck up kira #kira rambles #kira talks #the sun and moon show #the sun and moon show eclipse #the sun and moon show lunar #the sun and moon show au #the sun and moon show bloodmoon #the sun and moon show solar flare #gift #edit

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dark-breakers · 11 months

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Shoutout to ALL of my favorite SAMS artists/writers

@galaxysugarr

@hexdoodlez

@laurzzz

@garbagechocolate

@superstar8bongos

@tiredmaskkara

@ayyy-imma-ninja

@clairauswolfus

@lazyboy-baby

@snowe-zolynn-rogers

@woolysstuff

@bloo-the-dragon

@paper-lilypie

@zarigi

#dark breakers #will update whenever I find a new favorite

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 27 days

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I finally got to 800 after spamming @lazyboy-baby.

#snoweytrashposts #snoweytalks #snoweyrambles #snoweyrants #love ya Isac!#you're welcome

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killed-by-choice · 1 year

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Sharon Hamptlon, 27 (USA 1996)

Sharon with her son Curtis

Sharon Hamptlon was a 27-year-old single mother raising her 3-year-old son. She had a part time job at Burger King and went to Barstow Community College to get her degree. She loved 3-year-old Curtis, but she probably felt too overwhelmed to raise another baby. Support for single mothers or adoption help could have saved Sharon and her second baby, but she went to an abortion facility in Moreno Valley, California.

She had no idea that abortionist Bruce Steir was on probation from the medical board for a history of botched abortions. The owner of the facility was Joseph Durante, who was also on probation with the medical board at the time of Sharon’s fatal abortion. The facility also was not actually not accredited as an ambulatory surgical clinic and both Durante and Steir were not entitled to Medi-Cal payment because they were on probation, but they got the money anyway.

Sharon was 20 weeks pregnant. Her mother, Doris Hamptlon, came with her to the facility. During the abortion, Steir tore a hole in Sharon’s uterus and partially pulled her bowel through the hole. He just stuffed the bowel back into place and didn’t even call an ambulance. The abortionist wanted to catch a plane flight, so he abandoned his dying client and left. He gave no warnings about what he had done to Sharon.

When Sharon’s mother saw Sharon after the abortion, it was about 3:30 or 4:00 pm. Her testimony says:

“She looked so bad that I felt scared. She was laying on a lazyboy style chair with an IV in her left arm and a blood pressure cuff on the other. She looked very pale. Her eyes were partially open and I could see only the whites of her eyes as if she were in shock. She was not speaking and her whole body was shaking real hard in big shivers. Her legs were especially bad. The doctor said, "She doesn't react to drugs well." I think he was trying to make me believe that Sharon was just under the influence of the anesthesia rather than having a more serious problem.”

There were other clients (most of them young Black girls according to Sharon’s mother) who were having negative reactions. To quote Doris Hamptlon again: “Other girls in the recovery room were vomiting and the attendant woman told the girls to keep vomiting, that vomiting was good for them at this time.”… “Sharon was in the recovery for only about 45 minutes, because at 5:00 pm they came out and said she was ready to leave. I heard someone say that the doctor was real busy and he had to rush out like he was going to the airport, something about him having to go to Sacramento or San Francisco. I saw two women struggling to place Sharon in a wheelchair. Sharon could not walk at all and she was not speaking. She looked very, very pale now.”

On the way home, Sharon’s mother drove while an extremely pale Sharon tried to get some rest in the backseat. When Sharon’s mother drove through Wendy’s to get some food for Curtis, she asked Sharon if she wanted anything. Sharon made a vague sound and didn’t seem to understand the question at first.

Then little 3-year-old Curtis said, "Mama, I love you. Do you need anything? Are you okay?"

And Sharon responded. She said, "Okay. I'll take a drink."

Sharon was lying in the backseat of the car and then she told Curtis, "Come on back with me Curtis. I love you and so I could hold you and you could go to sleep." She held her son close to her and was silent for about one hour. Near Victorville she said she was hot and asked her Mom to roll the window down. After that, Sharon was silent forever.

When they stopped, Sharon’s mother immediately checked on her. Sharon was now half naked. She’d felt so hot that she removed her shirt, socks and shoes. Sharon’s mother frantically tried to wake her up, but nothing worked. An ambulance was called, but it was too late. Sharon had already bled to death in the backseat of the car hugging her 3-year-old son close to her.

The ambulance took Sharon to the hospital, but she was declared dead on arrival.

Even though he was convicted of second degree murder, Steir received only a year in the county jail and 6 months of probation. 6 months of the sentence was suspended for “community service” and the abortionist was only actually in prison for 4 months. Abortion supporters demanded that he be released despite his extreme negligence, incompetence and criminal history. Steir claimed that he was being punished far too harshly because of politics, but he was convicted of murder and only served 4 months in jail. He literally got away with murder— and all he had to do was call it “choice”.

Abortion Doctor To Be Tried For Second-Degree Murder, Riverside Press-Enterprise, Feb. 19, 1998

Death From Abortion Makes For Explosive Case, Legal Action for Women

Doctor Loses Bid to Avoid Murder Case, Riverside Press-Enterprise, Jul. 11, 1998

Abortion debate turns to doctor’s murder case, Fresno Bee, Feb. 18, 1999

Abortion-death doctor is sentenced to jail, Riverside Press-Enterprise, May 27, 2000

Family lives with burden of dead daughter’s decision, Riverside Press-Enterprise, Feb 1 1998

Botched-abortion doctor pleads guilty, World Net Daily, Apr 8 2000

Not Many Acts as Egregious as This One, San Diego News Notes, Dec. 1997

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