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cheesecakethots · 7 months

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“Whore.”

You could’ve sworn the teacup in your hands cracked a little from how hard you’re gripping it. If you were Illumi, it would’ve shattered into a fine powder by now. But you’re not, which makes you susceptible to being called such things.

They’re at it again. You’re unsure as to what you’ve done to upset some of the butlers and maids, but god do they not like you. No matter. You hate everyone in this stupid boring ugly manor anyway. Huh. Maybe that’s why they hate you, too.

It must’ve been a shock to see Illumi of all people one day bring home his future wife. One he never cared to mention to anyone else beforehand, and one that was still kicking and screaming over his shoulder.

You’re not really sure how long you’ve been here. Months? A year now? However long it’s been, it didn’t take anytime at all to realise that maybe you’re not as safe here as Illumi swears you to be. His mother most definitely hates you, but, oh well, she’s never really tried anything, as far as you know.

The help started muttering things when Illumi wasn’t around, things that hurt more than you wanted to admit. When you didn’t go running off to Illumi at the first few instances of it, it got worse, as though they knew you would never tell him about it.

First off, you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of being your saviour when someone says mean things to you. Secondly, you may hate these assholes, but you have a conscience.

Only last week Illumi came into your shared bedroom, absolutely drenched in blood, asking if you could shower together. You quickly found out that whoever he had been torturing wasn’t dead yet, and he still had more to do.

Thinking about what Illumi does to people he doesn’t care about, those he’s only hurting for a job, makes you shiver at the thought of him actually harming someone who did him, or you, wrong. But, despite your mercy on them, this time you’re considering just telling him. Only a little.

You’ve had a notably stressful day, being pranced around by his mother who’s insistent on ‘training’ you to be the perfect wife for her son. Her explaining to you that the family expects at least six children from you both had you rushing to the bathroom to vomit.

Then you ran into his father, on your way back to your room. He doesn’t seem to actively dislike you, but he scares the absolute shit out of you. The man seems to think you’re some house pet rather than an actual person with thoughts and feelings, but you suppose that’s only a modicum better than wanting you dead.

You also bumped into Illumi’s grandfather. You’re not sure if you can bring yourself to hate him, but you do hate the look of pity in his eyes whenever he sees you. Sometimes he’ll save you from a lecture Illumi’s mother is giving you, so he’s nice in that regard. He’d never free you, though, so he’s just another kidnapper you can’t become friendly with.

You eventually got back to your room, expecting a nice nap before being forced to attend family dinner, only to find Illumi had gotten back earlier than expected. You cringed at how hungry he was, and not for food, but just allowed him to do as he wished. You were too tired to argue. After he was done, he seemed to take note of how quiet and exhausted you were. Too bad, dinner time. You hated dinner times more than anything else.

You ate the admittedly lovely food in pure silence, but quickly became sick to your stomach at hearing Illumi and his mother discuss the prospects of you becoming pregnant. You didn’t eat anymore after that. You’re pretty sure his brother, Milluki, made some comment about you that Illumi didn’t like, which explains why his wrist got snapped in half a few seconds later.

Illumi tried spoon feeding you when noticing how full your plate was, but you managed to convince him that you weren’t hungry. That got you another lecture from his mother about how you’ll soon be eating for two. You were tempted to tell her that if you ever got pregnant you’d throw yourself into Mike’s jaws, but managed to refrain.

After that, you finally got to go to bed. It wasn’t something you were looking forward to anymore; you struggled to sleep when Illumi was home because he’d spend the majority of the night just staring at you.

“Can I go outside?”

You don’t remember why you blurted it or where the thought came from, but you remember the confused blink Illumi gave in response.

“Um.. just for.. ten minutes? O-Or five..? I just want to sit in the garden by myself for a bit… If not, it’s alright..”

You hated how pathetic you sounded, unsure as to what Illumi was thinking when he stared at you with that expressionless face.

“Alright.”

“What?”

“Would you like me to ask a maid to bring you out a cup of tea?”

You didn’t really think about his words too much, just happy you got something your way for once, and nodded rather enthusiastically. You should’ve said no.

The first few minutes of being in the garden, sat on the bench and allowing the cool nights breeze to settle on your skin had you relaxing for the first time in a while.

“Your tea, mistress.”

Oh. It was one of the ones you were sure hated you, and behind him was another. Oh, well. You took the tea from his hands, thanking them nonetheless.

It was much more bitter than you liked it, but you didn’t complain. You didn’t really want tea in the first place. They didn’t leave, but you didn’t complain. Illumi probably asked them to watch over you, maybe to make sure you didn’t try to run. It’s alright, you still have a nice view to relax with.

“Whore.”

Your eyes widen a little, and your grip on the cup increases. They continue muttering amongst themselves, but you catch small, demeaning phrases that you’re certain are aimed at you.

Why are you a whore? You’d never even had sex before you met Illumi, and if you had, it wouldn’t be their business. You’re hardly allowed to interact with anyone other than who Illumi allows you to. Where would you have the chance to sleep around? The insult doesn’t make much sense.

That’s what you tell yourself, despite the fact that your shoulders and hands are shaking and you feel something cold and wet running down your cheeks.

Shit.

You put the cup on the floor, hands moving to cover your face and wipe away any evidence of tears. Illumi hated when you cried.

Why are you still crying? What they said doesn’t make any sense. Stop crying, enjoy the view. You don’t have long left before you have to go back inside.

You’re still crying. You don’t notice that it’s gone eerily silent aside from your own muffled sobs, too busy working on shutting yourself up.

“[Name].”

Shit. Shit!

He’s been sat next to you for god knows how long now, and you didn’t even realise. God, this sucks.

“Why are you crying?” Illumi asks, and you can feel him move closer to you on the bench.

“I-I’m not,” you say, a hand still covering your eyes. What excuse do you give? If you say hay fever will he never let you out in the garden again? If you say you have a cold, will he keep you inside your bedroom for a few weeks? Months?

He doesn’t say anything, but you can feel him staring at you.

“Would you like to stay outside for a bit longer?”

Oh.

“Ye-Yeah. Y-Yes please,” you eventually reply, gulping down another sob.

He doesn’t leave, but you’re less bothered by his presence than usual. Despite it being… him, it’s not horrible to have some company, even though you’d never admit it out loud.

You’re not sure how long you sit outside before he stands, prompting you to do the same. Neither of you say anything, not until you reach your bedroom and Illumi tells you in a tone softer than you’d usually hear from him that he has something he must do, so you’ll be sleeping alone tonight.

You turn to go to bed, but he grabs your wrist. He doesn’t look at you for a moment, seemingly considering something. Then, he stiffly leans forward, pressing his lips to your forehead rather robotically. Sometimes you wonder if he is a robot, it really would explain a lot.

The kiss ends soon after it begins.

“Get some rest. You look bad.”

You huff a little, but can’t bring yourself to actually be offended due to the thinly veiled concern in his tone.

The sleep you get is better than you expected. Maybe not having a mass murderer eyeing you up while you try and rest is a reason for that.

Illumi doesn’t show up for the entirety of the next day, which is a little strange. He likes seeing you off in the morning, giving you a kiss before he departs - you’re certain he copied it from a romance movie you used to enjoy watching from time to time. You don’t question his absence too much, you don’t exactly enjoy his company, after all.

The day you have is better than the last. Illumi’s mother seems to be a bit less of a bitch than usual. That’s a win in your book.

It doesn’t take long for you to be back in your warm bed, wrapped up in covers and drifting off to sleep.

You wake up to the feeling of something wet hitting the tip of your nose, and quiet breathing above you.

“Are you awake?”

You are now. It’s pitch black in the room, but you can make out Illumi looming over, his hair framing around you like some makeshift cage.

Still sleepy, you groan a little, “Illumi? What… time is it?”

Something wet hits the bed.

“2:57 AM.”

Huh. You breathe in through your nose. Illumi absolutely reeks. Metallic, is it? You’re not sure it’s the best idea to comment on it.

“Oh. Okay.”

Another drip of something onto the blanket. He doesn’t seem to be in the talking mood.

“Have I done something wrong?”

“… Yes.”

Another.

You gulp. “Are you mad at me?”

“I don’t think so.”

Another drip, this time it hits your arm.

“Are you going to hurt me?”

You could’ve sworn you saw his eyes narrow in the darkness.

“No.”

The silence is deafening. Your hands clutch onto the end of the blanket. He leans impossibly closer, and the stench of whatever is on him becomes all to familiar. He’s smelt like it before, but never this strong.

“How long were the help bothering you?”

“Since I got here.” There’s little point in trying to lie about it now.

“If you hide something from me again I’ll break three of your fingers.”

A little specific, but the threat certainly does the job.

“Okay. I’m… sorry.” You’re not.

Finally, he pulls away, eyes still trained on your face.

“Go to sleep.”

You don’t. You’re certain that you can’t, at least not for tonight. Especially not after hearing him turn the shower on, and after he’s done leave the room once more.

Instead, you sit and stare at the ceiling, and wonder if any of those in the basement will even have three fingers left of them, by the time he’s done.

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sluttywoozi · 4 months

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Werewolf!mingyu x f!reader pregnancy headcanons

continuation of werewolf!mingyu

Warnings: biting/marking, breeding kink, mention of iud and iud removal, cum inflation, pregnancy

Werewolf mingyu knows he wants you to be his wife after the first date

Knows he wants to build a family with you by the third

You get married right out of college and he’s ready to get started, but you’re not quite there yet

He’s patient, and it helps that you have an iud so he can still knot you as often as you both want

Which happens to be just about every day thanks to his wolf shouting at him to mark you in some way

He wants to keep his teeth marks all over you but talks himself down to just two - one on your tummy and one on your inner thigh

Absolutely loses his mind when you tell him you want to get your iud taken out and start trying

Quite literally rips off your clothes and takes you right there in the living room

First he bends you over the couch and then he has you sit on his dick in his favorite chair and fuck yourself on his knot

Both times, he can’t stop from sinking his teeth into the spot where your neck meets your shoulder

It hurts like hell and you have to hide the bite mark at work but you’re not upset with him

If anything, you feel even more loved

Because you know he was so lost in you that he lost control, because he apologized so many times after, and because he ate you out for the rest of the night to make up for it

He takes you to your iud removal appointment and holds your hand the whole time and gives you tummy rubs until the soreness goes away

Then the next few months are wild, and so is mingyu

He fucks you for hours at a time, multiple times a day

You both have to call out of work more than once because you just can’t tear yourselves away from each other

You have a near permanent swollen belly from all the cum he’s pumping into you on the daily (nigh hourly) and he’s absolutely obsessed with it

“This is how you’ll look in the first couple months,” he says, holding your stomach with both hands and grinning up at you with starry eyes and sharp teeth

It takes almost a year and a lot of cycle planning, but you finally get that positive pregnancy test and you both cry over it (mingyu more than you (shocker))

He thanks you more times than you can count, presses kisses all over your belly, and takes you right back to bed to celebrate

Throughout your pregnancy, he dotes on you even more than he did before

Cooks all of your meals and takes you out shopping for maternity clothes any time something you love doesn’t fit

Goes with you to every appointment and always reminds you of questions you mentioned wanting to ask, takes notes the whole time in a journal with little baby footprints on the front

Rubs your back and your feet every night, takes pleasure and pride in smoothing cocoa butter over your growing belly to help with the itchiness of stretching skin

Will pick you up and carry you at the drop of a hat, all you have to do is say, “My calves are a little sore tod-” and you’re in his arms

Sleeps with one arm under your head and the other cradling your bump

Wakes up every single time you get up to go to the bathroom because even with how deeply he sleeps, he can still sense when you’re not there

Fucks you so gently, it brings tears to your eyes

You feel so good, he can’t talk while he’s fucking you, but as soon as he’s got you locked around his knot, he says the sweetest things

Things like, “You’re so fucking beautiful, all full and round with our baby,” and “I love you more than anything, honey,” and “Fuck, I just wanna keep you like this forever, keep you on my knot, keep you bred.”

You wish the same, of course, but you both decide to give your body a year to recover which means he just soaks in this time with even more dedication

When it's time for your baby to join you earthside, you're actually the one panicking

You're convinced you can't do it, convinced his cute little monster baby will rip you apart, convinced you're not cut out to be a mother

He soothes every worry, reminds you that you've been preparing for this for near ten months, tells you you'll be the best possible mother because you're already the best possible person

And many hours later when you're holding your baby and he's holding you, you finally believe him

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milf-murdock · 5 months

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The Scare: Part II

A/N: Y'all this is filthyyyyyyy. Absolutely fucking disgusting and I cannot get enough of it omg. I think I blacked out while writing this.

Check out Part 1 here

Warnings: Dark!Simon AU, breeding kink, pregnancy mentions, baby trapping, creepy behavior, red flags (dreamy), and if there's anything else I need to tag just let me know!

Putting the read more right at top because babes we are just jumping right into it ;,)

Simon is legendary when it comes to details. Nothing gets past this man. Especially, when he’s on a mission. And right now? Simon was a man on a mission.

“Fuck babe,” he grunted as he pressed your legs even farther back, your knees nearly to your ears. “So fuckin’ tight.” His thrusts were deep, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust.

You were beyond response. Not only had he made you come on his fingers while he sucked on that pretty little clit, but he’d made sure to put a couple pillows underneath you, propping up your hips for him, opening yourself to a new angle that had you seeing fucking stars. All you could do was moan and gasp as Simon gripped your hips and drove his cock into you at a relentless pace.

He had seen this position online, when he was conducting his late-night research on a private, completely locked-down browser, searching up the best ways to get you pregnant.

___

He knew that he needed to lock you down, to ensure that there was no way you were going anywhere. He wanted you all to himself. And he wanted everyone to know just who you fucking belonged to.

You’d be the prettiest mum, Simon thought to himself as he scrolled through the online articles, absentmindedly stroking his cock. You were fast asleep in the next room, and he was so thankful. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, round with his baby, heavy breasts, your supple curves growing even more. His fist moved faster, sliding over his thick cock, pulling back the skin to tease the bright red head. If he got you pregnant now, you’d be due just at the end of summer. The thought of you in one of your gorgeous sundresses, heavily and adorably pregnant with his baby, was enough to send him over the edge, hips rutting up into his hand. He tried to conceal his groan as the hot spurts of come landed on his bare chest.

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Simon is phenomenal when it comes to details. Which is how he has your cycle fucking memorized. Which is why he has you spread on your bed, legs in the air, pounding into you with everything he has.

He knows this is your ovulation window. Sure, he had made sure to fill you up yesterday, and he’ll make damn sure to fill you up tomorrow, too, just to be safe. But today? Today was when you were most fertile. He knows, because he’s been secretly tracking your ovulation, taking your temperature while you sleep to make the most accurate prediction. He had been so disappointed to see that negative test last month. His hopes had been so high when he saw that you were late. Only to be dashed the next morning when your period had started. He coddled you through it, of course, bringing you medicine, hot tea, heating pad, endless snuggles. But the whole time, he was planning how this month would be different.

He’d knock you up if it was the last thing he fucking did.

___

“Such a good girl, taking my fuckin’ cock,” Simon groaned, pulling back his hips, all the way so just the tip rested inside you.

“I can’t—it’s too,” you sputter, absolutely cock drunk.

“Ah, but you can, love,” Simon smirked to himself as he thrusted deep into your weeping pussy, all the way to the hilt. He reveled in the way you screamed in pleasure. He continued the pattern: pulling out, thrusting in, picking up the pace. His heavy balls bounced off your ass as his pace picked up. You were getting close, he could tell, your body starting to stiffen, your cries getting louder. He used his broad hands to grab your hips and hold you steady as he hammered into you, relentless in his pursuit.

“Gonna come for me, dove?” He teased, his voice deep and earnest, filled with lust. He needed you to finish. He’d read an old wives tale saying the seed was more likely to take root when the mother finishes. The thought alone nearly had Simon coming right then and there. Your shaky voice brought him back to reality. “Yes, uh huh, don’t forget—“ you screamed as he thrusted in you particularly hard. “Pull out,” you mumbled, hazy in the oncoming fog of your orgasm. “Fuck Simon, fuck, fuck FUCK,” you screamed as your orgasm overtook you.

Simon watched as your eyes rolled back into your head and your back arched off the gentle stack of pillows, pushing your breasts forward. Simon couldn’t help the mental image that popped into his head: you, swollen with his child, those same breasts full of milk, ready to nourish your child, his child. Everyone would know how he had pleased you, claimed you, made you his.

Simon’s hips stuttered as he came, a resounding growl of pleasure escaping his lips as he slammed into your cunt a final time. His seed flooded your cervix, filling you with a warmth you were too blissed out to recognize. Ropes and ropes of his spend filled you, his cock twitching inside you, as Simon pressed his face against your chest, breathing heavily.

“Fuckin hell, love,” he moaned. “Gonna be the fucking death of me.”

He slid his softening cock out of you, careful to use his fingers to scoop any escaping seed back into your aching cunt. He silently tutted to himself. We can’t be having that, now can we?

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emjiroki · 7 months

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Warnings: breeding, creampie, mentions of blood and boxing (just snippets) pro boxer Yuji Itadori

A/N: Hello lovelies! back again with my little entry to @his-sweet-minx Sex Me Up event! I got "Missionary with a twist" which is just so perfect for our sweet boy Yuji and I hope it lives up to expectations! please enjoy (also this is SO self indulgent pro boxer Yuji is the LOML)

all reblogs, comments, tags, and likes appreciated and treasured

Sweating. Shuddering. Heavy breathes warm against each others skin as you melt together. You were trying to be easy against his bruised ribs, though it didn't matter to him. The fight was only two rounds before his opponent was face down in the ring, he probably wouldn't even blemish and he wanted, was close to begging, for you to cling to him. Claw his skin, bite his tender muscles lax beneath your hold and mark him for your own.

He needed you. Primally. In a way not even the ring on your finger could satisfy. After the promise you made him before his fight, he wasn't planning on letting out of this bed or off his cock for awhile.

"You were serious when you promised earlier r-right?" He whimpered, just barely able to pull his lips away from yours. You nodded breathlessly, mind swirling in a torrent of sweet pleasure and need.

"I meant every word of it, I want to have your baby Yuuji".

The way he groaned so helplessly lit a fire in your belly, having this man who not even two hours ago had another man's blood smeared across his cheek broken and pleading for you was a high nothing could match. This was a side of him only you were allowed to see.

His hands were so soft against your skin as he squeezed and pulled, his hot tongue licking out against your hard nipple as his thumb worked the other one, his amber eyes glazed over and looking up at you with so much love you felt your heart swell.

"We're not leaving this bed until we have a positive test" he said, sitting up on his knees between your spread legs, "that's my promise to you". The head of his cock was so warm it sent a shiver down your spine as he dragged it through your wetness, bumping against your clit a few times as you moaned into each other's mouths, tongues dancing together and spit leaking from the corners of your lips as the first inch sank in.

"So tight, goddamn" He groaned, pressing his forehead against yours, pressing closer and stretching you so deep it had your toes curling against his back. Before you even take a deep breath to adjust to the intrusion he had your leg hooked over his shoulder, a pussydrunk smile easing across his lips.

Why was it so hard to keep your eyes focused? You could feel your lids pulling shut with every syrupy slow thrust into your heat, the veins along the side of his length dragging against your soft velvety walls. It felt all too much to keep your eyes locked on his, sweat rolling down his cut abs as his big hands kept you pinned beneath him as he took his time to completely unravel you, like the sun was radiating beneath his skin as he pressed kisses across your collarbones and whispered his devotion so low it buzzed in your veins.

You moaned when his hand grasped your jaw, his cock so deep you could feel his heavy balls against your ass as he ruined you.

"Eyes on me baby girl" He murmured, tracing his hand down to lightly squeeze your throat, just enough to have your head spinning as he fucked against that throbbing sweet spot deep inside. "Feel how wet you are?".

It was leaking down to the sheets as you nodded. It felt like your bones turned to liquid with every press of his hips against yours.

"Y-Yuji I'm gonna- aah" your fingers dug into his shoulders as you shivered beneath him, a nearly sinful groan rolling from deep in his chest as your pussy gripped around him so tight he could barely move.

"Squeezing me so good baby," He hissed, bucking his hips in a broken rhythm that nudged the still pulsating spot so roughly that you felt yourself gush against him, your wetness beginning to drip down his abdomen to his thighs. "So pretty when you cum".

"Want you to cum Yuji, please I-I need it" You panted, using the leg he wasn't gripping to pull him in closer. The kiss he pressed against your swollen lips was needy, hungry and insatiable in the way he devoured you until your teeth clashed and your tongues were interlocked, barely able to breathe. His pace was rocking the bed, the headboard banging against the wall and your hands clinging onto him till he had scratches in his skin.

His hips stuttered at the cry of his name that left your lips, whimpering moans huffing through his nose as you felt his cock jump, gush after gush of hot cum filling you until it began to drip out around him. After a moment, he was soft and sensitive, rutting his hips to keep himself inside of you as his cum made it so wet. But the tension was shattered when Gojo's ringtone blasted from Yuji's nightstand, his phone vibrating against the wooden surface. Immediately he snatched it up, declined the call and shut his phone off.

"Manager can wait, I've got a promise to make good on" He smirked when he saw your questioning look, laying a warm hand against your abdomen and planting a soft kiss beneath your bellybutton, his eyes warm with something lustful, "and so do you".

#yuji itadori #yuuji itadori #pro boxer au Yuji #yuuji itadori x reader #tw pregnancy mention #em writes ✍

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kankuroplease · 4 months

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Having multiple children or a larger family in general kind of makes sense for prestigious families like the Senju & the Uchiha. Especially during the founders era. Regardless, I think it’s cute seeing them have large families; whether it’s through them having multiple children or them having multiple siblings c:

I definitely agree that at makes a lot of sense for that era and it’s fun to explore those possibilities with AUs (even if it’s an au to the au lol)

Some of my OCs that are in the founders au would be happy to have large families. The others would take some convincing like Madara, you might get your wish if you let her be dominant the whole time

#ask #my art #kpz naruto founder au #kpz firestorm 🔥#kpz distance between ⛩️#Madara x Katsura #hashimito #okami x kawarama #tobirama x Aori #tajima uchiha #OC: Sumi uchiha #knfau 🖼️#tw pregnancy mention

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domina-honoribila · 2 months

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Keep me in your prayers, looks like I'm going into labor

#tw childbirth #tw pregnancy #tw pregnancy mention #tw birth

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propertyofwhitney67 · 2 months

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Here’s to bunny Alex, the only love interest to take recovery time into consideration. Now what if the bunny love interests could get pregnant?

Omg the average number of kits a rabbit has is 5-8

Whitney

Pissed even though they didn't want you to use a condom. It's partially their fault but they will blame you. Once they get over the shock and anger they get their shit together so they can have kits with you. When they see the ultrasound they get mad at you again. Still the best parent and loves you and their kits. Has an average pregnancy but has bad morning sickness.

Kylar

Fucking ecstatic, this is what they've always wanted. They poked holes in all your condoms and it's finally paid off. So happy when they see the ultrasound, they want a big family with you. Had a nursery ready before they even got pregnant. Kind of a risky pregnancy, sick all the time and needs a lot of care and attention.

Sydney

P!Sydney: Scared but also kind of excited. In a bit of shock, they took so many precautions, yet they still got pregnant. Immediately starts planning everything out. Is scared to tell Sirris but they are so supportive and help out a lot. Another average pregnancy but needs to be induced early.

C!Sydney: Also in shock, but not surprised that it happened. Takes a bit longer to tell Sirris but they are still supportive and help out. Starts planning things after the first ultrasound. Another average pregnancy but needs to be induced early.

Alex

Not shocked but are worried. They have so much to already do with the farm and now kits on top of that? Has you take on more responsibility with the farm throughout the pregnancy. They are stubborn and still try to do things and you have to force them to stop. Average pregnancy with no problems.

Avery

Tubes are tied, no kids for this bitch. But if they weren't let's just say they are livid, how could this happen? They are so worried about their reputation and take it out on you. High risky pregnancy given their age and how stressed they are. Your poor ass is paying child support.

Eden

I wouldn't say shocked but slightly surprised and happy. Like Alex they don't want to rest, they want to keep working. They want to keep hunting and keep the two of you safe. Harder to get to relax and not work as hard. You really have to force them to rest. Average pregnancy but some complications during birth.

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digenerate-trash · 5 months

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is yan bailey more the type to see fem PC looking at baby clothes and deciding to give her a baby so she can never leave or the type to see it and get her tubes tied by a shady doctor so she can't ever hope to leave and have kids with some other punk?

Bailey can't have kids. so as soon as you're baby fever kicks in he's trying to diswade you. you don't need kids. they're awful. bailey should know he takes care of them all day.

He's even eager to show you as well. he brings you to the nursery and tries to show off how terrible the kids are. screaming and crying in pain or hunger. they're always wanting something and barley can barely stand it. he tries his best to be a good caretaker but reliable non-creepy help is hard to come by.

but you in the throws of your baby fever are... oddly very good with the kids. you have a soothing voice you're happy to tend to the crying infants and soothe them. the older kids just want someone to bandage their scrapes and kiss their bruises.

other kids feel left out and just need someone to talk to and at night you read stories and tuck them in. Bailey knows that a kid of your own would probably make you so happy. and he can't give it to you...

it's not like he even likes kids... but seeing you work so hard to make them happy... he knows you'd be a great mother... it doesn't stop him from giving Harper a hefty sum of money though to convince you you're sterile. and maybe even make it happen. at least you both will have that in common to bond over.

#bailey the caretaker #tw yadere #tw pregnancy mention #tw forced surgery #sorta #tw kids #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #yandere tropes #x reader #gn reader

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argylepiratewd · 3 months

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Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale, Original Child(ren) of Aziraphale and Crowley Additional Tags: South Downs Cottage, Retirement, Post-Canon, Kid Fic, Babies, Post Mpreg, (or really Post Man-Shaped-Beingpreg), Ineffable Family February 2024, Baby Wearing

For @ineffablefamfeb SFW prompt #1: babywearing

Retirement and a baby. Crowley still doesn't quite believe that this is his life now.

#good omens #aziraphale x crowley #crowley #aziraphale #ineffablefamfeb #ineffable family february #ineffable parents #ineffable family #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #cw pregnancy mention #tw pregnancy mention

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cheesecakethots · 8 months

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one of the worst things about being stuck with yan!illumi is that he oversees EVERY detail of your life. it’s even worse that you know he does.

if you’re afab, you’ll find the exact sanitary products you have used for years and years on your bed the exact day you start your period. you definitely didn’t tell him those were the products you used, either.

…don’t think about it too much.

definitely offhandedly mentions how you’re on your most fertile days or something and has the sheer gall to expect you not to cringe and throw up your breakfast.

(… he has no shame in saying it at the table in front of his entire family.)

#tw yandere #tw.yandere #yandere #yanderecore #yandere illumi #yandere illumi x reader #yandere hxh #yandere hxh x reader #tw pregnancy mention #tw fertility mention #afab reader #tw periods

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sluttywoozi · 10 months

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im this close to begging your for seungcheol and some good old nasty baby making LIKE PLEASE—

warnings: impreg kink, breeding kink, cum inflation, creampie, mdni

Seungcheol grips your hip, driving his cock deeper into you and reveling in the shudder that travels down your spine when he hits that spot. He's been hitting that spot for years now, and he can find it with devastating accuracy. It's something he doesn't hesitate to use against you when he's getting close, just like he is now.

He thinks you're close too, works a few fingers between your thighs to get you there as he hurtles toward the edge, hoping to drag you with him. You're crying and trembling in his arms, your cunt throbbing around his dick, and when your walls lock down and don't let up, he gives in and stays inside.

You've both cum multiple times already, the bed sheets absolutely ruined and your bodies drained and aching, and he's about to cum again. He just can't help it, you're so hot and wet and perfect, and he loves you more than anything, more than life itself, more than the sun and the moon and the stars combined.

"Gonna cum, sweetheart? Gonna let me fuck you full? Let me get you pregnant?"

"Please, wanna have your baby, Cheollie," You whine in response, arching your back and doing your best to meet his thrusts as he grinds into you. You always do your best for him, and he'll never be able to tell you how much he appreciates you for it. He can show you though, with his hands holding your hips up and his thrusts aimed perfectly until you fly apart between his palms.

Your orgasm triggers his own, and another load joins the first two inside of you, making your stomach swell in a taste of what he hopes is to come. He has a feeling about today, a really good feeling.

#✨emily answers✨#seventeen smut #scoups x you #scoups smut #scoups x reader #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol smut #choi seungcheol smut #kpop smut #tw pregnancy mention

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 14 days

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I can imagine for the first couple of weeks after eclipse & his kids were saved that he would not leave them alone. Like, earth just sees eclipse sleeping while holding his children to keep them safe.

I’m also pretty sure that he most likely mentally broke at some point (as in his emotions froze) Because 15 years of being sold 52 times… Yeah, only assume he broke.

🪭

The first couple weeks home, Eclipse was working his way out of constant fawn trauma response. He used to freeze, but it turned into fawn when he was pregnant the first time as a defense mechanism to keep the baby safe. He had quite a few attachment and abandonment issues (more than before at least).

#sun and moon show #sams #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #bid to lose au #fnaf eclipse #snoweyanswers #🪭 anon #tw trauma mention #tw pregnancy mention

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pluralquotebook · 1 month

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Live footage of our lucifer and adam discussing if mpreg is possible in headspace

#mod 🛣️#plural quotes #system sillies #plural memes #system memes #plural stuff #endo safe #pro endo #multiplicity #endogenic #endo friendly #plural system #bunzfluffle quote #tw pregnancy #tw pregnancy mention #tw mpreg

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foreveranevilregal · 6 months

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Encantober Day 21: Age

She was twenty-five years old. One day, she had been married to the love of her life; eagerly awaiting the arrival of their little blessing, which turned out to be little blessings. The next, she was widowed and alone with three babies, far away from the home where she had grown up. How she was supposed to do this alone, she couldn’t say. It would have been hard enough raising triplets with help. Every day, she passed by the portrait of Pedro that had somehow been hanging up in the house as soon as it rose out of the ground, running her hand along the frame lovingly. Whenever she did that, the stairs did a tap dance in response. She had a sneaking suspicion that the house and Pedro were connected, but she shook it off, figuring she was just sleep deprived. Taking care of three babies was hard, but to see them growing every day, discovering the world around them…

He should have been here for this.

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She was twenty-six years old. Today was her birthday. The first one since…well. Since they had moved to their encanto. She didn’t feel up to celebrating, but the townspeople had graciously dropped off some food and a cake they had made for her. Chocolate, her favorite. Pedro’s favorite too. He’d had such a sweet tooth. Alma could barely finish any sweets she had without him trying to steal them from her. Still, she thought sadly, she would give him this entire cake just to have him back again. She would give anything.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was twenty-six years old. The triplets were turning one. They had grown so much! Despite being the same age, they were so different. Pepa was the easiest to tell apart. She was fair and had tufts of red hair sticking out all over her head. Out of the three, she’d been the first to talk, and she cried the loudest. If you dared ignore her, she’d scream like la Llorona. Bruno had started walking first, but he was by far the quietest. Alma had to keep a special eye on him to keep him from getting hurt. Julieta had beautiful big brown eyes and dark brown curls. She’d burbled happily before she could talk and kept reaching out her chubby little hands towards others. Oh, the townspeople adored them! The celebration they gave to the three miracle babies of the encanto was unforgettable. But there was one part she wished she could forget.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was thirty years old. Somehow, she had made it through the triplets’ infancy and toddlerhood. Surely it would be easier from here on out. If anything, all four of them were sleeping through the night, even Pepa, who’d had a few rough months. Of course, hope was futile; a lesson she should have learned five years prior. On the triplets’ fifth birthday, she awoke to three brand new doors, shimmering mysteriously in the hallway. When she went to inspect them, she saw that each doorknob had a different letter carved into it- the triplets’ initials.

By this point, the children had woken up and followed her to the doors. Pepa’s big green eyes lit up with joy as she opened the door to her new room. Suddenly, she realized she had her own personal rainbow hanging over her head. Shouting in shock, she backed away.

That was when Bruno unexpectedly warned her that she’d trip over the banister.

Indeed, Pepa went tumbling over, sliding down the stairs and skinning her knee. Immediately, she broke out into tears, and was even more surprised to feel rain rolling down her cheeks alongside her tears.

Julieta ran down the stairs and went into the kitchen, grabbing an arepa that had been waiting for breakfast. She offered it to Pepa, the way she’d seen Alma do when they got hurt, to distract her from her pain. As soon as she took a bite, the redness on her knee cleared up and the skin healed over.

Alma almost fell over in shock herself. Without any rational explanation, her children had somehow seemingly acquired abilities that were nothing short of magic. Pepa affected the weather. Julieta could heal. And Bruno…could he see the future? Ay. She rubbed her temples. Things wouldn’t be easy after all.

That night, when she brushed her hair before bed, she noticed her first gray hair. The first sign she was getting older.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was forty years old. Amazingly, she had managed to keep her three magical children alive and they getting ready for Julieta and Pepa’s quinceañera. A joint party, of course, but one so lively that no one would miss a second party. Sometime in the last few years, it felt like the veil over Alma’s life had lifted. Colors brightened. Shapes sharpened. And music sounded sweet again. For the first time in a long time, she had allowed herself to dance again. She missed her Pedro, but there was nothing she could do to bring him back. Besides, she and the children had survived. They were safe, and more than safe- they were thriving! Thanks to the triplets’ magical gifts, Alma could give back to the community that had supported them through those first few perilous years. She could try to pay back the massive debt she had accumulated that weighed on her for all those years.

And so she danced! Despite the many quiet years, her feet remembered the steps and carried her from one song to the next. The twinge of pain in her knees was new; she’d certainly never experienced that before while dancing. But no matter; she wouldn’t let it ruin her night! Just like she wouldn’t let the way Pepa swished her skirts around when boys were watching ruin it. Or the way Bruno danced with Julieta because otherwise she’d spend much of the night sitting. These girls needed their papá around; to raise them, to love them, to show them what a man was supposed to be. To dance with them on their special night.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was forty-seven years old. It was Pepa’s wedding day. Pepa would be marrying a wonderful man; one who loved her and would take care of her like Pedro promised to do for Alma. Her heart was overflowing with joy for her daughter. Even though the hurricane had been catastrophic, at the end of the day, Pepa had gone home with her husband. And Alma had not.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was fifty years old. This time it was Julieta’s wedding day. She too was marrying a man who promised to love her and cherish her, through anything life would throw at them. Her wedding had been a calmer affair, though no less joyous. Alma laughed, and she cried, and she wasn’t sure which one was giving her more wrinkles around her eyes. But just like Pepa, Julieta did not have her papá at her wedding.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was fifty-three years old. Her first grandchild, a beautiful baby girl, had just been born. Julieta cradled her proudly, humming to soothe her as the baby cried. Alma couldn’t keep the tears out of her own eyes. She was a grandmother. Soon, any day now by the looks of Pepa’s belly, she’d be one again. A joy she should have shared.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was fifty-five years old. Another granddaughter was born. Alma rocked her to sleep in her arms, ignoring the way her joints would seize up sometimes. Their family had been so blessed over the years.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was fifty-eight years old. Isabela, who had just turned five, got a gift of her own! She could make the most beautiful flowers appear. Just like the ones Pedro gave to her. Shortly after, little Dolores also got a gift; able to hear anything no matter how quiet. The magic was growing.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was fifty-nine years old. Her eyesight was growing weaker, but there was no mistaking that this newest Madrigal baby, with his crooked grin and floppy curls, would be beautiful, just like his mamá and papá. Even after all these years, Alma instinctively turned to her side to hand him the baby.

He should have been here for this.

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She was sixty years old. Another wonderful baby girl. Alma felt something special as she held her in her arms. The girl looked up at her with large inquisitive eyes. She would have been Pedro’s favorite, Alma knew in her heart.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was seventy years old. They had not been expecting any more little blessings, but Antonio had decided to surprise them all, with his wild curls and infectious smile. Alma felt her back stoop as she held him. Even at such an old age, she was blessed to see new life begin. But she wished she could have been blessed to share that old age with her love.

He should have been here for this.

___

She was seventy-one years old.

She was seventy-two years old.

She was seventy-three years old.

She was seventy-four years old.

She was seventy-five years old.

He should have been here for this.

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