#I’d let him mpreg me | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

usernameforaboredcat · 8 months

Text

Pay Back, Pretty Boy (Law X F!Reader) SMUT

Law has always put his girlfriend through hell when it comes to their sex life, he is evil. The edging, overstimulation, the orgasm denial, cock warming. It was pay back time, and using a Devil Fruit against him was the perfect way how.

Warning ⚠️: improper use of devil fruit powers (F!Law & M!Reader), SPOILERS for later arcs, bisexual reader, talk about pregnancy (mpreg?), mention of belly bulge.

I would ask myself “how the fuck did I get myself into this mess” but I know exactly how. Motherfucking Blackbeard was the cause of it, turning myself, crew mates and captain into women. Oh wait, I am a woman! That’s right! I was turned into a fucking man! To be fair it wasn’t all that bad, finally being taller than everyone and…not gonna lie…I look really good for a dude. And…man Law was fucking FINE as a woman like damn! I could tell that Law hated himself like this, but personally I love it. His usual scary angry face was now a cute pout, his irritated glare was a flustered blush. Man was he fucking perfect.

I yawn as I walk into my shared room with the Captain, seeing him looking at himself in my vanity mirror. “Hey gorgeous, what’re you looking at?”. I ask him as I walk over and swinging an arm over his shoulder, still not used to my deep voice. “Don’t call me that”. He tells me, but in a cute womanly voice. “Aw but you are! You where always so handsome, now you’re stunning”. I tell him, nuzzling my nose again his cheek as I look at us in the mirror. “The most beautiful woman in the sea, Boa Hancock could never”. I hum, kissing his cheek.

His face turns a light pink color, trying to hide behind his hat. “God you’re fuckin cute~”. I coo into his ear, biting his earlobe and gripping his now thin waist. A tiny moan escapes his lips, I smirk at this. “You know~ “. “No”. He shuts down immediately. “Oh come on baby, I’d love to show you how you treat me”. I chuckle. “Absolutely not”. He shuts down again. “What’s wrong? Coward? Can’t handle it? Afraid to feel exactly what it feels like?”. I question.

His face reddens, turning his head away. I chuckle as I move to kiss up and down his neck, small whimpers escaping him. “A-alright”. He stutters out. Immediately, I pick him up from my chair and take him to the bed, laying him down on it with my hovering over him. “How does it feel with me on top?”. I ask him, taking off my shirt. “I prefer it with you riding my dick”. He snaps back. “Now that’s something we’ll have to try”. I snicker, causing his face to blush. The thought of Law riding my dick sent blood straight to my dick, the growing erection being a new weird feeling.

I lean down, pressing my lips against his as I use my dominant hand to grope his breast through his shirt. He moans into the kiss, his nipples hardening the shirt. I pull away, kissing and sucking on his neck as I pull my hand away and sneak it under his shirt to continue playing with his nipple. Instead of his deep gruffly and husky groans and pants, it’s high pitch moans and whimpers. “Music to my ears~”. I pur into his ear, nippling at his neck.

I snake down more pulling his shirt up to expose tits, taking one into my mouth and sucking on the hard bud. Law lets out a soft whimper. I use my free arm that isn’t holding me up to unbutton and shove my hand down his pants, running my fingers through his folds. “My my, for someone so hesitant you sure are wet as hell”. I comment, getting an annoyed whiny groan. His moan gets louder as I rub along his clit, his back arching. “Sh-shit~”. He moans out, causing me to rub faster. He moans louder, like a sweet melody.

I pop his tit out my mouth with a ‘pop’, leaning up more to kiss his ear. “Better not be too loud, don’t want the others to hear you”. I whisper into his ear as I rub harder. “Ah! F-fuck! Yoooooou~”. He moans out. I chuckle at his little threat. “Not yet baby boy, I’m not done with you like this juuuuust yet”. I tell him, causing him to whimper. While I continue to work on his clit, I move to a sitting position at his feet, my free hand on his knee as his legs start to shake. “That’s it, cum for me, captain”. I tell him. His moans get louder as his legs shake more aggressively, being seconds away from cumming. “Fuck! Fuck (Y/n)-Ya!”. He cries out, his back arching. Before he can cum, I pull my finger away.

Law pants as he sits up slightly to look at me, brows frowning as he looks at me with half lidded eyes. I chuckle as I lean forward, getting right to his ear. “See how it feels, smart ass”. I chuckle, kissing his cheek and leaning away. He sits up more, looking me up and down. “What? Want me to do something for you now?”. He asks in a snarky tone, still not pleased at what I just did. “Nah I couldn’t, I wouldn’t ask you to suck my dick when you’re not into it”. I respond. “Then…why do you enjoy this?”. He asks. Haha, ah fuck. “Is now a good time to tell you I’m bi?”. I ask with a sheepish grin. He just chuckles. “Yeah…could kinda tell”. He mutters.

“Enough about that”. I state, grabbing onto the hem of his pants and pulling them down along with his panties. “I’m not done with you~”. I chuckle, leaning down into his legs. Still sitting up, I look him in the eyes as I softly grab his thick thighs and and kiss along it. “Ya know, you’re pretty attractive for a guy”. He mutters softly. I crack a smile at his works. “Thank you, good to hear that my love still finds me attractive”. I chuckle. I use my thumbs to spears his folds, getting a small whimper. I lean towards him, taking a long lick up his dripping folds.

His back arches as he moans, throwing his head back as I start to suck on his clit. I move my hand to go down more, pressing my fingertip lightly against his entrance. He moans when I insert the tip of my finger inside, slowly thrusting it in and out of him. “Oh my God you’re a fucking tease!”. He cries out loudly, panting. I chuckle as I pull away, still fingering him with the tip of my finger. “I’ve heard that before”. I chuckle, then leaning back down. I suck and nipple on his clit, Laws moans filling up the room and bouncing off the walls.

He looks so beautiful, moaning and panting while I show him a piece of his own medicine. I pull my finger out, changing to my pinky and teasing his entrance with it, shoving my pinky inside him fully. He lets out a whiny moan, slowly thrusting my pinky in and out. I know he wants more, to feel more, to be filled more, I am a woman after all. He cries as his legs start to shake again, a sign he’s about to cum. I would definitely finally let him get the relief of cumming if he begged, but he’s too stubborn to beg. “Fuck, ah~ please let me cum”. He cries out in desperation. No I wouldn’t. Let him suffer. “Aw, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”. I ask, using my thumb to rub his clit.

“Yes, please!”. He cries, his legs shaking more. “You’re so cute when you beg like that, you know that?”. I point out. I feel him clenching around my pinky, moments away from cumming again. With that, I pull my hand away. “Nooo”. He cries, panting and trying to catch his breath. I sit up and sit on my legs, pulling down my pants and boxers. He looks up at me with a scowl, his pretty face filled with irritation. “I’ll…get you…for this”. He pants out. I chuckle darkly as I stroke my cock, god it feels weird. “Nothing you haven’t put me through already baby, I might have to tease you like this if we ever go back to normal”. I tell him with a smirk. “Not like I wouldn’t mind us staying like this, I’d loooove to get my handsome boyfriend pregnant”. I joke. His face drops, the thought of him getting pregnant sending a chill through his body.

I lean forward to hover above him, using one hand to grab his ankles and the other to line myself up to his entrance. “What’s the matter? Don’t like the pregnancy talk? How do you think I’ve felt during all those nights, you’d be pumping me full of cum and saying how cute I’d look carrying your babies. I mean I would look cute, you’d love it”. I lean in, my mouth next to his ear to let my hot breath brush against his neck. “But I think you’d look cuter with a swollen pregnant belly, carrying my babies”. I whisper, feeling him shiver at my words. I push his legs against his chest, rubbing my tip up and down his folds. Granted, my dick isn’t as big as Laws, but it is big enough to please a woman.

I slide my tip in, then slamming my whole length into his pussy. Law lets out a loud moan, his back arching at the stuffed feeling. “Shit”. I pant, feeling his gummy walls clenching around my cock. He’s so warm, sucking me in. His face is dazed, eyes looking back at the feeling. Oh am I excited to see his fucked out face, cock drunk off his girlfriends cock. I start thrusting my hips back and forth at a speedy pace, fucking into him with swift movements. His loud moans are so beautiful, his mind probably going crazy from the feeling of having his sensitive walls getting fucked. God, Laws pussy feels fantastic. But I do get how men act so differently during sex, and I know he knows now too. Maybe he’ll go easy on me for once, like back when we first started having sex. Maybe not. Only time will tell.

I lean back to sit on my legs again, holding his legs in place as I continue thrusting. I look down at where I connect to him, watching my cock thrusting in and out of his pussy. Man this is weird, but I at least now know why Law likes to have mirror sex or look at our reflection while having sex, it is really hot. But to be fair…he bulges more in my stomach than I do his. I reach my hand around to press down on his stomach, pressing down out his stomach. His cries get louder, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Fuck, he looks so good falling apart because of my cock. I start to feel a weird sensation start to build up in my balls. Shit, I was so focused on feeling his orgasms I never considered what it would feel like to cum as a dude. Weird how that works, women feel more but men cum more. Rude.

My breathing becomes more rapid, speeding up the pace and thrusting into him harder. Fuck. Next thing I know, a warm feeling shoots through my cock and empties into Law. I stop my thrusts, Law shuttering at the feeling of my warm cum and the sudden stop. “More”. I pant out. Without thinking, I pull out of Law and flip him onto his stomach, pulling his legs up into doggy style. I rise to my knees, thrusting back in. He lets out a yelp as I start thrusting again, hammering my cock into him. I grip his hips aggressively, slamming into him. He cries into the pillow, clawing at the blankets below us for dear life.

I lean forward, gripping his hair and wrapping my hand around his neck. I chuckle as his moans grow high pitched, squeezing me at the feeling of the new position. I nipple on his ear lobe, squeezing his neck and pulling at his hair. Now I really get how Law feels, the amount of power and dominance in my hands while all he is is a squishy pile of fuckable pudding. “What’s wrong? Big strong warlord can’t take his girlfriends cock? The feared and powerful Surgeon of Death getting drunk off my cock”. I whisper into his ear, his pussy clenching at my words. I pull away, pushing his face into the pillow as I thrust faster.

That feeling in my balls arises again, and it’s growing quickly. My speed increasing and feeling inhuman as I chase my high. “P-please…slow…dooooown~”. Law begs in a cry, finally getting a word out. I laugh at his cries. “I don’t think so, pretty boy. Not when I’m so close to cumming again”. I tell him. With a few more thrusts, I cum inside him again. I stop my thrusting, keeping my cock inside Law as I watch his legs shake. He’s so close, tears in his eyes from the constant denial of finally cumming. With ease, I pick up Law and sit us on the edge of the bed, facing my vanity to see his beautiful fucked out face in the mirror. I grab his cheek, forcing him to turn and look up at me with my free hand rubbing slow circles against his clit. “If you wanna cum, Captain, you’re gonna have to ride my cock. I wanna watch you use my cock to cum, watching yourself ride me as you finally chase your high”. I demand.

And he does that, lifting himself up and down on my dick. I remove my hand and lean back to rest on my elbows, watching him fuck himself on me with a smirk. “That’s it, handsome”. I encourage, placing a hand on his hip and rubbing his waist. He’s trying so desperately to try and chase his high. I don’t blame him for not knowing how to ride well, he’s never had to ride a dick before. Also can’t blame him, I’ve been riding his dick for a good 3 years. His bounces get more harsh, slamming himself down on me. His efforts are cute, in a way. He changes from bouncing to rocking, crying out moans to try so desperately to cum.

He looks over his shoulder, tears running down his cheeks as he looks at me oh so desperately. “Please…help me”. He begs in such a sweet voice. Fuck, I felt that go straight to my dick. “Alright alright, you got it, captain”. I sit up, standing us up still connected and pushing him against my vanity. “I still want you to see yourself cum all over your girlfriends cock”. I tell him, grabbing his hips and slamming into him again. The room is filled with the sounds of Laws moaning cries and the vanity slamming against the metal wall. I hope he gets so bullied for this. His head drops as he claws at the wooded vanity, his body swaying with each harsh thrust, his legs shaking and struggling to keep himself standing up. “No no no”. I lean forward and grab his chin, forcing him to look at himself in the mirror. “Eyes up, handsome”. I lick up his neck, biting down hard on his neck. He lets out a loud cry, his walls clenching and squeezing me. That aching feeling in my balls in back, getting close to cumming inside him again. I kiss his neck, then his ear. “Come undone for me”. I whisper into his ear.

As if on queue, Law lets out a loud scream as he finally cums, legs shaking and quivering as he finally experiences a female orgasm. I continue thrusting into him, over stimulate and ride him through his orgasm. With a last few pumps from me, I finally cum and fill him up for the last time. Laws body goes limp, I quickly scoop him up in my arms and hold him up. I carry him over to the bed, laying him down gently on the bed. I leave him to come down from his high, walking into the bathroom to grab a towel and a class of water. I walk out, placing the glass on the nightstand and cleaning up the cum leaking out of him. “Drink, your throat will thank you”. I tell him. Not like he hasn’t done the same for me, but it’s still good to remind him. In his still shaking state, he sits up and drinks the water.

After cleaning him up, I climb into bed with him and spoon him from behind. As much as I prefer being the little spoon, he’s small right now and all I want to do is hold him close. “You’re evil”. I hear him mutter out. I shrug at his words. “You love me”. I tease. I lean in and kiss the back of his neck, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him close. “And I love you”. I add. He reaches down and laces his fingers through mine. “I do love you, a lot”. He admits. “Thank you, for loving me so much”. He adds. I chuckle at his sweet words. “How can I not?”.

My leg hurts, my ankle is burning. The pain is unbearable. I shiver as I look down at my bruised leg, my ankle swollen. All I wanted was to play in the snow, I didn’t intend to fall down a steep hill and ruin my leg. I don’t know where I am. Am I lost? And I gonna die out here? The pain and the fear build up inside me, giving into my emotions and burst out crying. My face freezing from my tears, my wails echoing through the cold air. “Hey”. I sniffle, opening my eyes so see a group of young teens around my age. Three boys and a polar bear, their leader clearly being the kid wearing a white hat with black spots.

His eyes shift to my leg, then back to my eyes. “Your leg, can you walk?”. He asks me. I try moving my leg, getting a whimper of pain. I shake my head. “Please, help me”. I beg, starting to cry again. He walks over, picking me up into his arms. “Stop crying, I’ll help you”. He tells me. I look up at him with wide eyes, then smiling brightly and wrapping my arms around his neck, hugging him. “Thank you!”. I thank. “Don’t thank me”. He tells me. He starts walking, his friends following close behind. I smile softly to myself as I nuzzle up close against him into his neck. “What’s your name?”. I ask him in a soft voice. “It’s Law”. He answers. “Law…”. I whisper under my breath. I cling to him tighter, not wanting to let go. ‘Thank you, Law’.

[bonus]

Time has passed since the whole gender bent even, the guys seemingly not wanting to talk about their time as women. I sit in the kitchen with Penguin and Sachi, enjoying our morning coffee. The door creeks open, our captain walking in. “Looks like captain is joining us in the land of the living”. Sachi jokes as we watch him walk over and get his own coffee. “Shut it, it’s too early for this”. He sighs, filling up his mug.

Penguin snickers. “We weren’t telling you that when (Y/n) had you screaming a few weeks back”. He jokes. Law chokes on his coffee, Sachi laughing at his friends joke. Before Law can say anything, I cut in. “Oh quiet you two, maybe next time you two get turned into girls I’ll get you two scream”. I threaten, then taking a sip of my coffee. The room falls silent as I look at Penguin and Sachi with a wide smirk.

We turn when we hear Law chuckle, who then takes a sip of his coffee. “At least they’d get laid”. He comments, then casually walking out the kitchen. The two fall silent as I burst out laughing, putting my mug on the table so I can hold my hurting stomach. “Quit laughing!”. They snap at me, but all I can do is continue laughing at them.

#one piece #one piece law x reader #one piece trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader

155 notes · View notes

thepoppedbb · 19 days

Text

I often fall asleep thinking about the mpreg fantasy life I wish I lived. The idea of what my life would be like now in my mid-30s if I had married young and had a family.

To give myself over to a strong man several years older than myself. To serve him. To keep his home and cook his meals. To soothe him when he comes home from work. To massage his feet and rub his shoulders. To show my gratitude for the life he has provided us. For him to claim me and protect me. I’d watch him age, and love the way that his face became craggier. His hair would recede, giving him a more mature virility.

We’d have started early. I’d give birth to a baby at 18, another at 19, another at 20. Some time to let my body heal and for the kids to grow up a little. Another at 23, the twins at 25. Another at 28, another at 29. Pregnancies would become fewer and farther between in my thirties. A baby at 33, another on the way at 35.

Our eldest kids would be teenagers by now, about to start their own lives. The elder kids would help me take care of their younger siblings and help run our home. Our seeders would mow the lawn and paint the house and fix the plumbing. Our carriers would help me cook, and change the diapers, and do the laundry. We wouldn’t pressure our kids into becoming parents themselves; we’d take pride in their accomplishments and encourage our carriers to consider careers if that would give them more fulfillment than motherhood. The younger kids would play with our neighbors’ kids. Our youngest would be sucking at my breast. Another of my man’s children would be in my womb. We’d both wonder if, given our ages, this would be the last time my womb swelled with his child. Ten is, after all, a nice round number.

I’d visit with our carrier neighbors; we’d bring out big broods to each others’ houses and help each other out. We’d care for one another’s kids when one of us wasn’t feeling well or needed a break. Our families would be large blended units, with everyone looking after everyone else. We’d take care of our elders as well as our children. We’d have cookouts and pool parties in the summer. Our men shirtless and virile. Ourselves taking pride in the ways that bathing suits showed off how motherhood had changed our frames. We’d have warm, intimate gatherings in the winter, fireplaces going.

Still, my man would be the center of my world. I’d give my body to him. Sniffing his hairy pits, sucking his cock, having him pull my hair. Worshipping his body with my hands and tongue. Him caressing me as he pushes his dick inside me, covering my smaller body with his. My legs in the air, my toes curling as he thrusts. After all these years, I’d still moan “Daddy.” He grunts and holds my arms down, pinning me – claiming me. The tempo would increase, I would cry out in pleasure and pain. He’d roar and ejaculate his warm seed into my womb.

He'd caress my body as it swelled. My milky breasts, my swollen ankles, my oblong belly jutting out in front, my belly button popped outward. He’d dance his tongue around my erogenous zones and reward me for my loyalty. His child would kick at me from the inside, squeeze my bladder, change my body’s temperature, appetites, and sleep schedule. This part of him would control me from the inside. I’d be his inside and out.

When it came time to give birth to his child, he would be there massaging me, encouraging me, letting my take comfort in his strong body as mine gave over to increasing pain. He’d hold me as I push, my belly contorting with each contraction. He’d be there as our baby cradled to my sweaty breast for its first meal. He’d tussle my hair, plant kisses on my forehead, and beam at the new arrival.

I’d love my life.

If you’re a seeder or a carrier who has similar fantasies, like, repost and/or hit me up via DM.

#mpreg kink #mpreg #pregnant man #male pregnancy

47 notes · View notes

monsterrae1 · 2 months

Text

✨ inspiration Saturday ✨

Tagged all through the week by @daffi-990 @tizniz @dangerpronebuddie @spotsandsocks @wildlife4life @loveyouanyway @hippolotamus @honestlydarkprincess @elvensorceress @devirnis @exhuastedpigeon @bi-buckrights @bekkachaos @shipperqueen6 @wikiangela @bidisasterbuckdiaz @ebdaydreamer @rogerzsteven @eddiebabygirldiaz @jesuisici33 @saybiwithme @bigfootsmom @prettyboybuckley @jesuiscenseedormir @satashiiwrites thank you besties!

Have a lil bit from my ABO fic featuring mpreg Buck

and a lil snippy as a treat

“He’s not gonna make it to the hospital,” The voice came behind him, it was soft and for some reason Buck felt himself relaxing even more, still, he frowned and turned around to look at the person behind him.

“Who the hell are you?”

The man smiled at him, “Paramedic Diaz, Sir, we might need to deliver your baby here and then transport you to the hospital.”

Buck shook his head, his eyes searching for Chim, “No, no Chim, we can’t I promised him, I promised him I’d do the best for our baby and I can’t deliver it here.”

“I’m sure your alpha will understand…” Diaz was saying, but Buck shook his head, Chim finally stepping into view.

“Buck, can you walk?” Chim asked him, his eyes full of concern and jumping to Eddie, “Can you make it to the ambulance?”

Buck nodded, even if he couldn’t he sure as hell was going to try.

“Okay then, let’s get moving.”

“Are you sure Chim, we’re gonna risk a delivery on the ambulance,” Diaz sounded concerned, and for a second Buck was angry that he thought he knew better than Buck.

“I know that,” Buck said through gritted teeth, pain once again overtaking, “But I have to at least try.”

His eyes lingered on Eddie’s for a minute, Buck wasn’t sure if he looked too much in pain, or too angry but finally the paramedic nodded and started to help Chim guide Buck down the stairs.

tagging anyone who hasn't done this and tagged me and yall if you have anything to share @loserdiaz <33 @hoodie-buck @usersiren @giddyupbuck @father-salmon @underwater-ninja-13 @doublecheekeddiaz @spaceprincessem @jacksadventuresinwriting @evanbi-ckley @911onabc @thewolvesof1998 @spagheddiediaz @sunshinediaz @canonbibuck @steadfastsaturnsrings @housewifebuck @shortsighted-owl @the-likesofus and whoever else wants to do this!

#inspiration saturday #buddie #buddie wip #wip abo fic

80 notes · View notes

mlm-writer · 2 years

Text

For Kinktober’s Sake (Wade Wilson x M!Reader)

Pairing: Omega!Wade Wilson aka Deadpool x Alpha!Male Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 1545 POV: Second Summary: Since the mutations, Wade cannot go into heat anymore, but that will not stop him from getting rawed by his alpha boyfriend in a rut. Note: For the prompt ‘knotting’. See my kinktober 2022 masterlist here. Tags: omegaverse, 4th wall breaking, established relationship, if omegas get hot then alphas should get cold I actually do make the rules around here, breeding kink, buttplug, dirty talk, consent and no mention of mpreg

The coffee pot was empty and equally empty mugs sat in the sink. With the late morning sun teasing the tips of your toes, you laid spread out on the sofa, eyes trained on the anime you decided to binge today. It was just any other lazy Sunday, when you felt something change in your body. It was so subtle, at first you thought the eggs you had for breakfast had gone bad. Then, Wade passed behind you and stopped dead in his tracks. “You’re going into a rut,” he stated as a matter of fact.

“Huh?” You replied very intelligently, as you ripped your thoughts from the storyline. You then realised you were a little colder than usual and something was itching underneath your skin. “Oh… yeah. I should make arrangements before it hits full force tomorrow. I didn’t know you could still smell ruts.” You paused your anime and sat up to text your boss that you were not going to come in next week.

“Oh I didn’t say? My nose is fine, it is just my own hormones that got fucked over by all these mutations.”

“Your hormones and your face,” you quipped back, smirking without taking your eyes off your phone.

“Wow, low blow,” Wade replied, while leaping over the back of the sofa, so he could sit next to you. “So… I know I can’t go into heat anymore, but if I buy a big bottle o’ lube and stretch a lot, will you let me spend your rut with you?” He wrapped his arms around one of yours and pressed his cheek against your bicep.

You put your phone down and looked at him. “I don’t know, Wade… I can get a little uh… not myself, you know?” You avoided using something like ‘aggressive’ or ‘animalistic’; it would have only turned Wade on and encouraged him.

Wade let out an annoyed grunt and let go of you. “Please, spare me the cliché shit!” He exclaimed, before putting on a mocking tone. “I don’t wanna hurt you! I am dangerous!” You sighed when Wade climbed into your lap. He did not smell like an omega, but in your pre-rut, the neutral smell was quite welcoming. You wondered if he never had that distinct smell or if he had the mutations to thank for that. “Please, I promise I will be a good boy. Besides, you could tear my whole body in two and I’d still survive. Did I tell you I was just a head once?”

You put your hands on his hips to stop him from grinding into you like a horny little pup. “Babe, I know you’re a glutton for pain, but I am more concerned about you seeing me differently once you have seen me in my rut.”

You stared your boyfriend down, letting him know that you were serious about this. His expression softened, indicating he was done with joking around for a second or two. “Don’t worry pookie poo. I’m so in love, you can have so many red flags that you could start a business and I will still love you.”

That was as serious as Wade could get. He started rubbing himself all over you as if he could scent you. “Come on, give in already so we can get to the timeskip and the people get the filthy smut they came here for. It is kinktober, you know?” Wade whined into your neck.

“Wade… It is September.”

—

The texture of the thick blanket on top of you was awful, but you were so, so cold. A hunger sat deep within your gut, but it was not time to address it yet. When nuzzling Wade earlier brought you no relief, you had the suspicion that your body might never be satisfied without the omega hormones, so Wade was out making a last minute run. The anticipation of his return only made you feel worse. You wanted him and you wanted him right now.

You shivered and pressed your nose in the blanket. It smelled like Wade, but didn’t calm the rut itching underneath your skin. Your situation was nothing but torture. You smelled Wade coming into the apartment and tossed the blankets towards the other side of the room. You all but ran to the door, having to duck out of the way when your boyfriend opened it. “Oh he…”

You did not let him finish his greeting. The delectable scent of omega was on his skin and you needed to inhale it. You slammed the door closed and pushed Wade against it. Your ice cold body found relief in Wade’s body heat and the omega hormones he had generously dabbed on his neck. “You’re fucking cold,” Wade complained. If he was an omega in heat, he would have loved your icy skin.

“Shut up, I need to fucking breed you,” you growled against his skin. You knew your boyfriend was having the time of his life, when you roughly pushed him onto the bed. You took your hoodie and sweatpants off, cock already hard as a rock. Wade matched your urgency and undressed as quickly as he could, before grabbing one of the many huge bottles of lube you bought.

You put him on hands and knees and put your face between his asscheeks, grabbing the buttplug he had worn while making his errand run with your teeth. “I can’t believe you wore this to the pharmacy,” you groaned, after you tossed the buttplug in the direction of the blankets. When you plunged your fingers inside him, Wade moaned wantonly. His voice entranced you, as you fingered him further open, adding a generous amount of lube on his already slicked up hole. “I can’t wait, babe, I need to fuck you.”

“Then do it.” Wade said it so casually, but his words were like gasoline on a fire. You rubbed your thick cock over his hole, getting it slick as well. The first thrust inside Wade’s tight hole was so much stimulation all at once, it took everything to hold back from pushing in further and knotting him right off the bat. “Fuck yeah, that’s it. Come on, fuck me like an animal, alpha,” your slutty boyfriend groaned out.

It was the final push that set the ball rolling off a very steep hill. You wanted to take it slow at first, but the hormones clouded your mind. You put an arm around Wade and pulled his body up so his back was pressed against your chest, while you fucked him deep. His skin got hot so quickly and the heat was an amazing relief to the chill that the rut put you in. There was nothing on your mind, but driving your hard cock deep inside Wade. Your knot pushed at his entrance, but did not yet breach it.

“Fuck yes, use me. I’m your omega toy,” Wade screamed into the room, his eyes rolled back and his mouth hanging open a little. You needed him. You started thrusting harder, trying to get the knot inside him and pump him full of your seed. “Ah! Fuck! More lube! Ow, more lube!” You groaned in frustration as you needed to let go of Wade to fulfil his request. Wade fell face down onto the bed. You could see him breathing violently, while you grabbed the lube and nearly emptied it over your knot. You pushed Wade down further, until he was lying prone bone on the bed.

“Lie still, my omega. I’m going to breed you full. You will take my knot.” Wade whimpered under your voice. He was keening, while you pushed your cock inside him up to the knot. You pushed harder and harder, while the sounds coming from your boyfriend indicated he was in the grey area between pleasure and pain.

“Oh my god, yes!” Wade screamed when your knot popped it. You immediately rutted into him, moving your knot inside him as much as you could. Wade was howling, already coming from the friction with the mattress. You were not done though. “Come on, breed me!” Wade demanded, his face cycling through five different expressions, all of them showing you he was hungry for your load inside him. “The writer doesn’t have forever! Do you have any idea how hard it is to write 31 sex scenes without getting repetitive as fuck?” You had no idea what he was talking about, but something deep inside you told you he was right. However, writing 31 sex scenes without getting repetitive was not the only hard thing right now.

You pushed as deep as you could inside of your omega. His walls contracted around you and his delectable heat sent you over the edge. You cursed as you bent your body over his. Your entire body shook with the relief of scratching the itch your rut created. You rolled to the side, bringing Wade with you, forced to be the little spoon, while your knot kept you tied together. You let out a sigh, snuggling into his body heat. “Rest, Wade. I’m not done with you.”

Wade chuckled and patted the arm you had around his waist. “I know, sweetcheeks, but, for the sake of kinktober, the writer definitely is.”

#wade wilson #deadpool #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson x male reader #deadpool x reader #deadpool x male reader #male reader #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #marvel #marvel x you #marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #Marvel x Y/N #ryan reynolds

889 notes · View notes

steviestits · 5 months

Note

witch arranged marriage

Thank you for the ask!

Witch Arranged Marriage: Basically, Steve's parents made a deal with the Munson clan of witches, arranging Steve to marry the clan's heir, Eddie. Eddie grew-up knowing Steve would be his husband in the future. Steve, not so much.

CW: Hinted Mpreg if you squint. It's going to be in the main work, though.

When Steve came down the stairs and into the living room, he was surprised to see that the guest was the man that he’d met at the party and another gruffer looking man who was a bit older. The two were dressed very differently from each other, (the man Steve knew was dressed in all black with silver jewelry adorning his person while the others was dressed down in flannel and jeans) but they both gave off an air of power that couldn’t be denied. They glanced up as Steve entered, with the man in black grinning widely at him from where he stood.

“There you are, sweetheart,” the man said, striding over to take Steve into his arms.

Steve stiffened, not used to the sudden affection. “Mom, Dad, what’s going on?”

“You didn’t tell him yet?” the older man huffed gruffly.

“Tell me what?” Steve asked. “What are they talking about?”

Exchanging looks, his mom and dad tensed, as if they had been hoping that they wouldn’t be noticed. The two of them glared at each other, seeming to have a silent argument about who would address the situation. His dad stepped forward eventually, having lost whatever fight they’d been having previously.

Clearing his throat, his dad said, “We didn’t tell him because we thought that since Steve wasn’t born a girl then you’d be after our granddaughter and thus didn’t feel the need to inform Steve of the agreement as not to pressure him.”

“Why the fuck would I want your granddaughter!?” the man in black yelled.

“Eddie, calm down,” the older man warned. “Just because they’re idiots doesn’t mean you have to shout.”

“I don’t understand,” Steve said, looking from the older man to Eddie. “Why did I need to be born a girl? And why did you think I’d give complete strangers my daughter!?”

“I’m not a stranger, princess,” Eddie said, tugging Steve closer to him. “I’m your future husband. You really should’ve been more prepared, though it explains why you didn’t recognize me at the party.”

“But Steve’s a boy!” his mom shouted. “You said you needed someone to carry on the Munson line! Steve, he- He clearly doesn’t have the right equipment, so you can’t blame us for assuming that you wouldn’t want him!”

“You let us worry about that,” the older man said. “You should know better than anyone else the miracles our line’s magic can work. It got you where you are today, after all.”

At that, Steve’s parents paled, and Steve was starting to get the picture. He didn’t know about the magic part, but from what he could tell, his parents had made a deal with these people to further their riches, using Steve, and his future children, as a bargaining chip to get what they wanted. It should’ve made Steve feel good that his parents were fighting to keep him, but realistically, he knew in his heart that they weren’t fighting for him, instead wanting to keep the heir they had raised.

#show: stranger things #steddie #my fics #alex answers #wip wednesday #but on a thursday #wip snippets

73 notes · View notes

bloodymary83 · 6 months

Text

The Joker’s Pronouns

I’ve noticed that the Joker has never referred to himself as a he in comics and, this is not recent so people can’t blame it on current events. Joker has always done this. He mostly refers to himself as a “girl”. The closest he has gotten to calling himself he is when he refers to himself as the Clown Prince. None of the hero’s, villains or regular citizens call Joker she/her. They always refer to Joker as he/him. Joker never protests or gets upset by it. I think Catwoman has referred to Joker a few times as She/Her but, that’s when they were friends. Harley and Punchline have never referred to Joker as She/Her. I was told by a Redditer that the DCU states Joker as being Non-binary but, I don’t want to state that as a fact since I can’t actually find it anywhere. (I’m not saying they lied or were wrong it’s just that people demand proof and, then when you give it to them they get mad. I’d hate to see what they do if you don’t have proof.) So am I saying the Joker is transgender? No I don’t think so. He’s definitely more effeminate than some men but, he’s way too comfortable in his own skin to be suffering from gender dysmorphia. Is he Non- binary? Maybe? I honestly don’t think he gives it much thought. I think he just does what he wants. I just find it odd with current events and current comics of cringey mpreg that no one has talked about how he refers to himself as She/Her. I don’t think the other villains refer to Joker as he/him because, they are transphobic. I think Joker just never bother correcting them. Maybe he feels like only he can call himself she/her and others aren’t allowed? DC has never really explained it but, they’ve done it for decades. For example Joker’s said the following lines in comics, “It’s not nice to keep a girl waiting, Let me tell you something girl to girl, Beat it girls only, You know girl talk, Do you tell that to all the girls, What’s a girl gotta do? I have to use the little girls room. Come on Bats don’t keep her waiting while pointing to himself. She wants what she wants, once again talking about himself. He’s also described himself as Not a basic Bitch to Harley, while once giving Batman information about Two-Face, Batman showed disbelief and Joker told him, Never doubt a woman’s intuition. When Batman cuffs Joker to take him back to Arkham, Joker often replies, I’m not that kind of girl Bat’s” it happens far too often for Joker to be using She/Her in a Joking manner. Maybe it’s because, of his childhood. When Guzzo kidnapped and assaulted “Sonny” (aka child Joker) Guzzo seemed the type to refer to Sonny as a “girl”and, other derogatory names normally reserved for women in order to emasculate him. Maybe it’s Jokers way of taking back the power Guzzo had over him or, maybe he just became accustomed to referring to himself that way since it was quite literally beaten into him since childhood. The oddest part about this whole thing is, Why has no one ever talked about it? Why hasn’t anyone ever pointed it out? I guess even DC staff is too afraid to question the Joker.

#dc comics #joker dc #the joker #batman #batman dc #batman rouge’s gallery

62 notes · View notes

charlescoded · 8 months

Note

I'm neutral about mpreg charles until the video and you mentioning all the mpreg charles plots, arranged marriage and omegaverse vampire. Your vision is sooooooo good! But what I like the most is max kneeling and kissing charles pregnant belly. I'd sell my kidneys to read this scene.

im soooo not neutral about it, im incapable of being normal about it actually lmao, but glad you liked the ideas! i have many more, but most i'll keep contained in my head or the dms for safe keeping

so yeah, anyway, this took me 50 minutes to write, but here you go, it's based on the lestappen arranged marriage idea:

Charles lets out a loud groan as soon as the door slams closed behind him. He leans back against the dark wood and scrubs his hands over his face, frustration leaking out of him. When he drops his hands they slide past the now obvious bump of his stomach. He looks down and grimaces. Maybe it was a mistake after all, maybe he should—

He flinches when someone knocks on the door. Charles grits his teeth before replying, “Go away.” He shouts. They’d fought enough today, and Charles had no intention on continuing the conversation. All they ever did was call him reckless, or a fool, or a whore, or everything all at once.

“I just wish to know whether you’re alright, my prince,” A soft voice says, and Charles rips the door open in sudden haste. Max stands on the other side of the door, armour moulded to his body in all the right places, a worried frown adorning his face, and Charles is distracted for a moment.

“I’m fine,” He says once Max closes the door behind him. “Just frustrated. They were complaining about how they’ll never be able to marry me off to some other old guy when I already have a kid.”

Max’s gaze is calculated. “It was not just that, was it?”

It’s a rhetorical question. Max must have heard something while he stood guard. Charles deflates. “Yes, well, they were calling me selfish and incapable of putting the people of my country first when I act like this, but what else is new…”

When Max extends his hand, in offer, in question, Charles takes it. Max guides him to the side of the bed. “Sit, my prince,” He murmurs. Charles gives him a dirty look but does as he’s told. Max kneels down in front of him and Charles allows him to take off his boots. Max presses a soft kiss on the inside of his knee. “They’re wrong about you,” He whispers. Blue eyes pierce through Charles and he shudders under the attention. “You’re far more capable of compassion than they ever will be.”

Charles swallows dryly. “Not that it matters. They’re the ones in power.”

He watches as Max slides the soft material of his hose down his thighs, unable to look away. He bites his lip. “They’re not, that’s why they’re angry you’re not listening to them.”

Max leans forward and trails his lips up his leg and towards his crotch. Heat pools in his stomach. “I must listen to them or it will harm my people, Max, you know this.”

When Max shakes his head, Charles sits up straight to protest, but his voice falters when Max places his hand over the swell of his stomach. “You’re not, Charlie,” The soft nickname sends a shiver down his spine. “Your baby—our baby—, that is your proof. You can go against them, you have, they cannot harm you.”

“But,” Charles places his hand over Max’s. “They could harm the baby.”

Max shakes his head. “That would be stupid of them, you could easily get pregnant again.”

It’s so blunt that Charles can’t help but smile. “Would you?”

“Would I what?”

His smile grows. “Get me pregnant again?”

“Of course,” Max’s hands slips under his shirt, sliding it up to expose his stomach. He leans forward and presses butterfly kisses along the expense of skin. “I’d give you as many children as you want.”

Charles licks his lips, arousal growing. “Yeah? Maybe we should start to practice then…”

The corners of Max’s eyes crinkle as he smiles up at him. Then, for a moment, he turns serious. “I would protect you, you know, you and the baby, always. No harm will befall any of you.”

“I know.” Charles whispers, and he means it. Whatever mistakes he might have made, choosing Max wasn’t one of them.

#answered ask #my writing #lestappen #we can split the profits of your kidneys does that sound like a fair deal?#anyway i hope you liked it <3 #🦆

68 notes · View notes

seven-oomen · 10 months

Text

I've written about 2600 words for this so far, and I am very nervous to share anything. This is the first thing I've written in months, and the first thing in Star Wars in general. So I politely ask that you keep criticism (constructive or otherwise) to yourself for now. Thank you, I hope you enjoy it. Link will come soon!

Basic premise: Cal Kestis is killed and travels back in time, where his 22-year-old conscience is thrown into the body of his newborn self. Stuck in a form in which he cannot talk or communicate, Cal has to grow up once again, find a way to stop order 66, discover the identity of the sith lord in the senate, and save the future.

Timeline: Starts right before The Phantom Menace and runs all the way through to Revenge of the Sith.

Few basic warnings for the whole fic; (not the snippet below) Intersex biology, Implied Mpreg, male character referred to as mom, Criticism of Jedi & Sith philosophy (not entirely anti-jedi), kid vs teen violence & shenanigans, romance plot between a commander and his general, and probably more. But that's what I can think of right now.

-------

“Master, why are we in the crèche?” Vader. No. Not Vader. Not yet. Skywalker asks.

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet. Be nice.”

He flails his arms about in frustration, his fingers instinctively curling around the little Runyip rattle that’s in the crib with him. There’s nothing in he can do at this point in time. He’s the only one who knows who this little monster will grow up to become. He’s the only one in the temple who knows what will transpire in ten years time. And there’s nothing he can do about any of it….

The rattle rattles next to his ear. And it hits him. There is something he can do.

“Aww, is that a baby? He’s cute. What’s his name?” Skywalker smiles as he walks up to the crib and leans over him, one hand reaching for his own tiny counterpart.

“His name is Cal. He’s my so-“ Mom starts, but he won’t let him finish that sentence.

The rattle, which is firmly grasped in his little hand flies up with a remarkably smooth and powerful movement, smacking against Skywalker’s forehead with a thunderous slap.

“OWWW. He hit me!”

“Anakin! Are you alright?”

Even mom’s fussing over the little future devil can’t break his spirit at the sight of the big red splot on Skywalker’s face. And if a giggle escapes him, well, he can’t help it. He is, but a baby right now, after all.

#codywan #cal kestis #star wars fanfiction #the clone wars fanfiction #implied mpreg #ben writes fanfic #snippet #link to follow #work in progress

70 notes · View notes

drowsy-fantasy · 5 months

Text

Vannimarco MPREG

Crack fic...with heart because @mannimarcoiscool and @caliblorn won't stop

no porn. it's just silly.

“How do you know I’m even the father?” Vanus rested his chin on his folded hands, staring across the low table at Mannimarco, who was resting a hand on his stomach. It protruded through his robes. Or rather, it would have, if he had not clearly gone to a tailor - or somehow gotten someone to do it in his own secretive chambers. Hells, he was only here now because Mannimarco allowed it. He frowned. He did not want to be here.

“Vanus Galerion, of course you are.” Mannimarco sipped from a glass that Vanus hoped was not wine. Why did that thought cross his mind? He didn’t care a whit for his one-time friend. Or…he was not really pregnant, was he? “Do you think it would be anyone else?”

“Well, Molag Bal for one-”

“That would rip me in half.” Mannimarco snapped, putting the empty glass down. He shivered, then stood up and walked across the room to close the window. Vanus leaned in and sniffed the glass surreptitiously. No alcohol. Very well. “Besides. I wouldn’t be let free to roam around if I were bearing the child of a Daedric Prince. I’m sure I’d be in a cage somewhere until it was ready to come out.”

“Speaking of which.” Vanus coughed delicately, leaning back as Mannimarco returned to the table and sat in his chair.

“Unfortunately, it can’t come out the same way it got in,” Mannimarco grinned at Vanus, who, despite himself, had to break eye contact as he felt his face heat up. Alright, he was definitely the father, then. “I was able to secret away some skilled healers who took reasonable bribes. I might even not make them my undead servants after.”

Vanus’ stomach roiled. “Fucking disgusting. Why am I even here. Why should I even care about you, or this?” He pushed himself up from the table, chair rattling and almost tipping backwards.

Mannimarco tilted his head back, regarding Vanus as he stood. “You don’t want to raise your daughter?”

“You can’t know it’s a girl.”

“It’s a girl because I said so.” Mannimarco rose to his feet, wincing and putting his hand on his lower back. “You’ll see. I’ll bring you back when I need you.”

Grimacing, Vanus grabbed his cloak and marched out of the room. -----------------------------

He could see the moon through the open curtains. The air was warmer now, as the season had progressed, and the window had remained in its unlocked state all evening. Vanus glanced at the man in the bed; Mannimarco slept disturbingly peacefully for a man who had accomplished so much heinous evil in the world. The healers had dispersed and they were alone together. He looked so vulnerable like this. If he so desired it, Vanus surely could kill him like this. He should -

The small weight in his arms stopped him before he could rise to his feet. The swaddled infant, bathed and fed, rested in his lap. She was quiet now, her big, turquoise eyes blinking up at him in an unfocused, strange sort-of way. He wracked his brains; had he held a child so small before? Surely not. She was hours old, the back of her head fitting neatly in the palm of his hand. Her tiny hand was curled around his index finger, holding on for dear life. Babies could be so manipulative in their adorable little reflexes.

Vanus sighed and settled again on the divan, getting comfortable once more and preparing for a long night. The breeze lifted his hair, stirring what little there was on his charge as well. He looked down once more at her tiny face. Her little nose, her rounded high cheeks, her enormous eyes.

“Alright. If you’re going to stay awake, so will I.” He vowed. Then, he smiled. “Let me tell you a story, little one.”

#crack fic #mpreg #vannimarco

33 notes · View notes

bridenore · 1 year

Text

HD fic recs : mpreg!draco (part 1)

Here are a few recs involving mpreg!Draco. This is part one of two and focuses on shorter fics (up to 30k). Listed in alphabetical order, as always.

And Hope Says, Perhaps Today by @thisbloodycat [10k]

It’s for the best, Draco keeps telling himself—over and over like an endless mantra. But self-deception has never been that high on his list of coping techniques.

Azkaban Redemption by Sita_Z [15k]

Post-war Azkaban has no dementors, but Trainee Auror Potter still feels as if it is sucking out his soul. He would leave, if not for a certain inmate who clearly needs his help. Harry Potter is about to become obsessed with Draco Malfoy again.

The Baby by @kikibluemay [5k]

It was supposed to be an easy affair, devoid of complications. Then Draco got pregnant.

Close To Ever After by oldenuf2nb / @dianacopland [15k]

When Harry Potter finds he’s been cursed, he withdraws from the world and prepares to die. But when have things ever gone the way Harry Potter planned?

Coming to Terms by RurouniHime / @thegertie [16k]

Of all the lives in all the world, Harry had to own this one.

Dissonance by BummedOutWriter [17k]

Draco met Harry’s eyes directly, and spoke to him for the first time in eleven months, “Avada…”

The rest was muffled in trauma as Harry felt a familiar warmth of magic, a flash of emerald light descending rapidly as he squeezed his eyes shut, and braced for—

Or: In which Draco becomes a death eater, has a daughter, and tries to forget about her.

Heal Me Slow (Love Me Fast) by crazyparakiss [11k]

Being a father had never been in the cards.

Here Comes the Sun by ad_libitum [5k]

He’s touching me the way he did that morning, with a reverence I didn’t deserve then but now couldn’t be more fitting: this child we’ve made cradled within me and between us, flesh, blood, and bone spun from our deepest, most desperate desires.

Hold Close Your Heart and Take the Leap by @dracogotgame [19k]

Draco knows he needs to tell Potter their lives are about to change forever. But ‘knowing’ and ‘doing’ are two very different things.

“I’d Rather Change Nappies Than Have My Cock Sucked” and Other Ravings of a Pregnant Wizard by Frayach [23k]

Like everything else between Harry and Draco, pregnancy and child rearing are fraught with drama

If Wishes Were Children by oldenuf2nb / @dianacopland [14k]

Harry Potter has tried to move on with his life after Draco Malfoy walked away from him months before with little or no explanation, but it’s been hard. Then, on a joyous day at the Burrow, Narcissa Malfoy makes an unexpected appearance…

If You Miss It, Try Again by dodgerkedavra [23k]

The healers promised Draco he wouldn’t get pregnant a second time.

They were wrong.

And this time, he’s pregnant with his best friend and roommate Harry Potter’s baby.

Nine months is all he has to figure it out.

In a party bathroom by KatieScarlet [16k]

He hadn’t even wanted to go to the ridiculous party, let alone planned on shagging Potter in a port-a-john while he was there. But he did, and oh, what fun the consequences it brought were…

Jolene by @romaine2424 [21k]

Harry comes back from a mandatory holiday and finds that an Auror raid on his favourite establishment could expose his biggest secret. However, another has even more secrets than he does at stake.

Jolene Deux by @romaine2424 [5k]

Draco makes special plans after being told by his Healer that he’s fully recovered from being pregnant and having given birth to his and Harry’s daughter, Violet. I hope you enjoy this little glimpse into Harry’s and Draco’s future life together. The story begins immediately after where Jolene ended.

Jump Into the Fog by taradiane [9k]

Draco returns to Hogwarts for his eighth year carrying a secret that will change not just his life, but Harry’s as well.

Never the Same Again by dragon_charmer / Frances Potter [22k]

The war is over … in fact it never really got started because the Dark Lord proved to be the more powerful. Now five years after Dumbledore’s death, Draco Malfoy has something else to worry about besides being a spy.

‘Ohana by plumeria47 [11k]

It started off so simple: sex whenever they wanted it, with no further expectations. But life has a funny way of turning everything up on its head.

On Truth and Understanding by @iero0 [21k]

“I questioned it,” Draco says, factual as though to convince himself. “I questioned everything I’ve been taught as a child.”

“To what decision did you come then? Do you want children?” Harry asks.

“It’s sometimes hard to know,“ Draco replies oddly quickly, "what one really wants.”

–

Draco doesn’t know how to say certain things. Harry doesn’t know how to ask for them. On a sultry summer’s night, they finally talk about past wounds, current problems, and the future options that will change their lives forever.

One Day’s Difference by @melcalder [10k]

Draco’s sacrifices his god-given body and has (mostly) no regrets.

Take What’s Left of Me by Frayach [22k]

One day Draco just left without saying a word, leaving Harry reeling. You’d think that after what Draco did, Harry could move on, but he can’t. When Astoria miscarries and Draco comes to him pleading for a baby, Harry can’t say no.

Unbroken by taradiane [18k]

Memories make us who we are. What happens when they disappear?

Where You Belong by @coffeejunkii [11k]

“Harry Potter” and “impossible” cancel one another out.

you’re alive by KatieScarlet / @kat-the-wren [27k]

The most boring shift in the world, filled with Muggle car ride games to pass the time, was interrupted by a tow-head boy begging for help to save his papa and ultimately changed Harry’s life from there on out. For the better, of course.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

#my recs #drarry #drarry recs #theme rec

246 notes · View notes

starryeyedadmirer · 7 months

Text

There’s nothing worse than when one of your closest friends, who you’ve known for most of your life, finds out about your kinks/fetishes, and starts to tease you by doing things that they know you like.

I have a good buddy, who I’ve known since freshman year of high school, who decided to scroll through my photos while my phone was left unlocked, and he saw some of the more odd selections in my “recents” album. I’m talking seriously embarrassing stuff, like guys with their stomachs pushed out, and some of the mpreg edits that I’ve done in the past… stuff that I can’t really explain away. This dude literally sat there, with my phone resting in front of him — a gif of beefy Cameron Monaghan playing over and over again on the screen — and waited for me to realize that I’d left my phone in another room. At least five minutes, or so! When I found him, and saw the gif going again and again on my screen, my heart sank into my ass. Long story short, I spent a great deal of time explaining to him what I was into — as far as bellies and the idea of male pregnancy are concerned — which is time that I’ll never get back.

It’s only been, like, three days since that whole situation happened… and, he’s been making fun of me nonstop. He literally lifts up his shirt and pokes out his stomach whenever I come around, just to mock me; tells me about all of the foods that he’s craving (which is something that he’s always done, but now he’s intentional about it); and asks me if I think he’d look cute if he were pregnant — like we’re two teenage girls, fantasizing about our futures in the mirror of a school bathroom. The worst thing about it is that, with Thanksgiving coming up in a few days, he keeps joking about is how he’s going to eat a shit ton of food and getting super bloated for me… an idea that, honestly, excites me. A creepy part of me finds the mental image hot — although, in reality, I know he’d probably never let me touch his stomach (he’s straight) — but I’m actually so humiliated that he found out about my belly and mpreg fetishes.

Thank god I probably won’t see him on the holiday, because I’ll be with my family. I genuinely don’t know what I’d do if I had to sit there and watch him bloat for me, knowing that I couldn’t act on my urges. I’d lose my mind!

Mind you, I have other friends who know about some of the things that I’m into, and it’s not something that I go out of my way to hide… but I hadn’t been as open with him as I’d been with other because I knew that he’d be immature about it. This guy is in his mid-20’s, still acting like a stupid teenager. It would be so much easier if he opened tumblr (let’s be honest, most people think this app is “dead”) and found my blog — like one of our mutual friends did a while back — because it pretty much speaks for itself, but he was in my photos. That stuff is mixed in with personal recordings and wholesome stuff… so out of place. Anyway, I just figured I’d share this with you all… because, in a way, it is kind of funny… but, like I said, for people like us, there’s nothing worse than when someone close to you makes that discovery. I’m actually mortified.

#starry eyes #this isn’t true… but DAMN is it a hot scenario

38 notes · View notes

dailydegurechaff · 5 months

Note

Pregnant Erich.

Ok but fr,when i think about pregnant Erich,what comes to mind? babygirl resting on a chair, wearing something comfortable looking happy and excited and of course round belly i think it's a cute image and i just really like it. Like,he would be a good parent!!! let him be a Mama!!!!

please do it rimu please please please 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏😭♥️😭♥️😭♥️♥️😭♥️😭

If it were literally ANYONE ELSE who asked me this I would have deleted it. was this your plan? befriend me so I’d be more predisposed to draw mpreg for you? I hate you sm /j

Warning for the Read More: Mpreg I GUESS

If you ask me about this post I’m going to pretend it doesn’t exist so please don’t ask me. we're leaving this behind in 2023, in 2024 this post doesn't exist

#if i see anyone in the notes being snarky to the asker ur ass is being blocked shes my friend so PLAY NICELY #ask #bonus doodle #sugarblast #i am. not putting this one in the fandom tag #i know at least someone who follows this blog has a trigger for pregnancy so please excuse me while i trigger tag this #cw pregnancy #cw mpreg #tw pregnancy #tw mpreg

34 notes · View notes

ladykissingfish · 8 months

Note

Can you do a kakuhida mpreg when hidan went to labor, what will kakuzu is gonna do

*Hidan and Kakuzu, eating dinner*

Kakuzu: Brat? What’s the matter? You’ve hardly touched anything. Beef isn’t cheap, you know.

Hidan: *pushes plate away from him* Sorry. Don’t feel so hot tonight.

Kakuzu: *gets up and goes to him* Why didn’t you say anything earlier?? *lifts him into his arms* I swear, you and this kid are gonna be the death of me, here. Come on, I’ll put you up bed.

Hidan: *groans and clings tighter to Kakuzu* If I wasn’t feeling like shit, I’d kick your ass for saying that, you old fuck. Stop being a dick; everything hurts.

Kakuzu: *lays Hidan gently in their bed* What do you mean? What exactly is bothering you?

Hidan: Keep gettin’ these sharp pains here — *puts a hand on his abdomen* And this kid is kicking me really hard today. I’m fuckin’ exhausted.

Kakuzu: *gently kisses Hidan’s forehead* My poor baby. You’re plain worn out. Well it won’t be much longer now; you’re due in just a little over a month. Relax, I’ll bring you some tea.

*Kakuzu goes to the kitchen and rummages around the cabinets*

Hidan, calling from the bedroom: Oi, Kakuzu? Would … would you be really mad if I told you I just pissed the bed — ?

Kakuzu: Pissed the bed? What —

*Hidan suddenly lets out a roar of pain*

Kakuzu: *drops tea cup to the floor and races into the bedroom; finds Hidan sitting up and hunched over*

Hidan: I … I think maybe the kid wants to come meet us …. like now.

Kakuzu:

Kakuzu, clearly panicking: Oh my god oh my god! Are you … what do I … how do we …

Hidan, calmly: Relax; I already texted puppet-dick; he’s on his way with Deidara. Go unlock the door for them.

Kakuzu: But … but I … you …

Hidan: Go on. It’s okay. Everything is … *bites his lip through a painful contraction* E-everything is f-fine …

*doorbell rings and Kakuzu trips over the rug on his way to answer it*

Sasori: So it’s the big day, eh? Don’t worry I’ve got all my tools and I’m prepared.

Deidara: *claps Kakuzu on the back* Big day for me! I get to meet my god-kid!

Sasori: *looking closely at Kakuzu* Hey, come on, pull yourself together. If Hidan sees you looking so panicked he’s gonna be scared and you’ll make my job a thousand times harder. So -

Hidan, from the bedroom: Sorry to inconvenience you all but CAN YOU GET YOIR ASSES IN HERE AND HELP ME ALREADY?!

*Sasori walks into the bedroom and Deidara takes Kakuzu’s arm and pulls him along*

*several hours later*

Sasori, washing up: You did a fantastic job, Hidan. Really; I’m proud of you.

Hidan: Thanks, puppet-dick. *pulls back the blanket from his sleeping newborns face* She’s perfect, isn’t she?

Sasori: *listening to baby’s heart with his stethoscope* Healthy, vital and strong, despite being early. Have you thought of any names yet?

Hidan: I’ve got a few, but I guess I need to talk them over with the old bastard. *looks across the room* When do you think he’ll wake up?

Sasori: *looks; Kakuzu and Deidara are laid out on the sofa. Each has a matching set of stitches around their foreheads from where they hit their heads when they fainted seeing Hidan in labor*

Sasori: Hard to say. But after all that screaming they did, I’m just enjoying the peace and quiet.

Hidan: Good point.

#ask #kakuhida #mpreg #kakuzu x hidan #kakuzu #hidan #sasori #deidara #kakuzu was supposed to assist Sasori but 😅#and Deidara learned something new about himself: he doesn’t like the sight of blood 😅😅

30 notes · View notes

oh-surprise-its-me · 10 months

Note

Roy/Jamie idea: don’t know if you do mpreg or not but I had this idea of Jamie starting to feel weird, get sick in the mornings a crave the strangest food. Roy gets worried sick and finally takes Jamie to the doctor for some tests. The results are on and Roy thinks Jamie’s dying, asks the doctor how long Jaime has. He’s devastated when the doc says maybe 8 months give or take. Roy rushes to Jaime who’s glowing and assures him they will make the best of the time they have left. Jamie’s like honey I’m not dyin’ I’m havin yet babey! Roy passes out but I’d super thrilled when he regains consciousness

I’ve read and written worse things to afraid of a little requested mpreg.

So yeah I’ll write it! But also know I’m drunk tonight so yeah!

Content warning- mpreg. And don’t be a bitch in the comments there’s a clear warning. In my mpreg universe they can have kids only by c-section.

Jamie had actually been throwing up for about two weeks before Roy realized. Once he found out and then found out how long it had been happening he flipped.

It doesn’t help that Jamie just tried to play it off as food poisoning from the weird stuff he’s been eating recently. If fact Roy probably reacted worse once Jamie started naming the things he’s been eating.

It’s the first month of the off season he’s allowed to get a bit loose with his meals

Jamie gets it. He does. He probably would’ve reacted the same way.

Thus comes the logical conclusion of Jamie sitting in the doctor’s office with Roy in the waiting room.

He’s been swinging his legs for the past few minutes waiting for the doctor to come back. He’s texting with Keeley about getting brunch as soon as he doesn’t feel like throwing up everything.

His doctor comes in with a smile, Jamie loves her. She always listens when he says something is wrong and gets that he has weird injuries with football.

She sits on the stool and rolls closer to him, “okay Jamie you ready?” Jamie takes a breath he nods.

“Short version is you’re totally fine. But you are pregnant.”

Jamie blinks. He can’t have heard her right. “Sorry come again?”

She smiles, “pregnant Jamie, about a month and a half along. We always knew you had the gene, always knew it was a possibility. Now there’s choices you can make if this isn’t what you want.”

Jamie shakes his head. “No I’m glad that people have choices but I want this. Never let myself think about it but now I want it.” She smiles at him again. “Fabulous okay do you want to call the father? I’m going out on a limb here and guessing it’s Roy.”

Jamie laughs. He burns a bit pink, “yeah it’s Roy, guess we weren’t always safe.” She laughs, “it’s okay you don’t have to explain you just have to be happy.”

“Can you get him for me? Just tell him he needs to be here.” “Want to freak him out?” Jamie laughs again, “Marie you know me so well.”

When Roy comes in the room the first think he does is catches Jamie’s hand. “You okay? Know why you’re throwing up?”

Jamie sighs. He knows it’s mean but he can’t help it. “Yeah it’ll all be over in about eight months.”

Roy inhales. “Oh god Jamie I’m so sorry. It’s okay we can do this. It will be fine. We’ll take off from football. Fuck football. We’ll travel. You know I’ll never leave you.”

Marie is refusing to look at Jamie. She knows she should stop this but he’s having a good time.

Jamie breaks. He lets out a laugh. He grins at Roy. “You better not leave you helped make this problem.” Roy tilts his head. He looks at the doctor then back to Jamie. “I’m pregnant Roy.”

When Roy comes back to himself it’s to Jamie holding him in his lap with Marie gently chastising Jamie. “You should’ve told him to sit at least you evil boy.”

Roy tilts his head back to look at Jamie. “You’re pregnant??” Jamie nods. “I’ll leave you two alone for a little bit.”

Marie leaves. Roy sits up he turns to look at Jamie. “Pregnant?” “Yeah. We really haven’t been careful.”

Roy feels some tears start. Jamie inhales, he wipes away the tears that fall. “Are you okay with this?”

Roy laughs. “God of course I am. This is a dream baby. Oh fuck a baby. Goddamn it Jamie you’re brilliant.”

Jamie let’s out a wet laugh. “Not angry? Happy? You’re gonna be a dad.”

Roy let’s the tears come down his face for real now. He kisses Jamie. He’s never not going to kiss Jamie. “You know this is going to take you off the field for the whole next season?” Jamie takes Roy’s hand. He puts it on his stomach, “it’ll be worth it. I’m not going anywhere on the team, just taking a break.”

“The guys are going to lose their minds.”

Jamie kisses Roy again, “mum is going to lose it are you kidding me?”

“Oh fuck we have to tell your mom we fucked.”

Jamie let’s out a big laugh. “Hon she knows she’s seen the hickeys.”

Roy goes bright red. “Jesus.”

“Phoebe and your sister are doing to lose their minds.”

Roy pulls Jamie into his lap. “We’re going to get so much baby clothing.” Jamie can’t stop smiling he’s so excited. “Come on let’s go check out. I want to take you home.”

When they get back into the car Jamie let’s out the cheer he’s been holding in. “Oh my god Roy I’m so excited to have a kid with you.”

Roy kisses him again. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to be the father of my kid. Kids? Kid.”

Jamie laughs “god knows you’d be able to knock me up with twins.”

“Don’t you dare say that, we can’t handle two kids.”

8 months later they have a little girl. She’s got curly black hair and bright blue eyes. It’s the happiest they’ve ever been. They know it won’t be easy but what in their lives has been. It will be easier then most things because of how much they love each other.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #jamie x roy #royjamie #jamie tartt x roy kent #roy kent x jamie tartt #thanks for the ask !!#cw mpreg #I hope you like it LOL It’s the first time I’ve ever written mpreg #If this is your ick just don’t click!#I’m so drunk it’s not even funny

39 notes · View notes

kiyoitiepie · 1 month

Note

Gurl, let me do you one better regarding mpreg Pit Babe :)

Pregnant babe won't happen because we have: Charlie's arc in becoming Enigma by the drugs he uses in S1. (Even if Way is not the bad guy, Tony, the rich evil bastard who might very well dabbled in Experimental drugs and experiments of children to make himself powerful and immortal, IS so to stop him... Enigma Charlie? Hell yes!), Tony and Way are not dead and on their asses with a vendetta. Babe has fears (child abandonment, not being good enough parent, daddy issues, kidnapping, lingering trust issues, and maybeee toxic masculinity and body image issues? Who knows! ).

To me, the most logical thing would be Charlie and Babe's story arc in S2, which is them getting over their issues. Defeating baddies. Finally having peaceful life at the end of the series, and then Babe can ask him the same question that Charlie asked after they became boyfriends. "Do you want to have a child?"

The other logical thing is if they DO introduce Omegas, then Jeff is an omega (either he hid the fact due to society or the bastard Tony OR Jeff didn't know) and becomes pregnant. Alan pretty much hypervents and is scared shitless of parenthood.

Jeff on the other hand has soo much potential to have an angsty arc!

Tony is alive, and if he finds out, then Jeff and the baby's life is in danger.

Jeff sees a premonition where he gets kidnapped, OR someone kidnaps the baby from the crib.

His powers take a toll on his body and mind since he sees premonitions regarding X hunter family and Alan, where they are in constant danger.

Tony could either be dead, and his presence is a hallucination induced by Way, who is very much alive because Enigma powers! (remember, we don't know much about how powerful they could be) or Tony could be alive because an evil rich bastard like him who doesn't care about human lives, sells people especially children dead or alive. (And breeds and teaches them like animals) DO YOU REALLY THINK such an evil shit gonna be like "hmm.. let me just sell these super powered children and not think about my mortal life"

I bet my non-existence balls that he not only sold those children but also lobbied companies and scientists who experiment on healing or ways to make oneself immortal.

Just imagine how terrifying he becomes! From an evil bastard who does inhuman stuff ==> to undefeated evil bastard who does inhuman stuff and will never die no matter how much bullet you use and can easily buy powerful people in governments because he doesn't waste any resources (even the dead people) and he's filthy rich.

(Clears throat) My excitement is over now.... thanks for reading! :D

P.s. by the way, I think Babe's dad freed them. My theory is that he either is a cop (post-losing childBabe) or works in an organization that protects special alphas. He be like, "Well, kids either help me out of this prison or refuse and stay in prison) and mot say a word to our characters about the impending threat, which is Tony/Way. So we have three groups: X hunter family (protagonists), evil duo (antagonists), and suicide squad trio (trying to prevent shit from happening)

omg now that you mention it i can definitely see tony working on a way to be immortal. it just fits the bill. i’d be excited to see charlie become an enigma and honestly doubt they’d introduce omegas this far down the line unless it heavily affects the storyline.

i can see how mpreg logically isn’t going to happen in s2 but i also feel like logic isn’t the way to go with this show. esp with the trailer showing not one but two dead and buried ppl alive. but if we are considering logic, s1 was about babe, the heartless racer, learning that he’s allowed to love and be loved in return. the reason he felt that he couldn’t be is the trauma of being sold by his family and brainwashed by his friend. s1 was about him overcoming those things and opening his heart to love in spite of them. in that way i do feel like its logical to think that s2 features babe’s character growing enough to also open his heart up to making a family of his own. funny enough i actually don’t think season 2 will have mpreg. i don’t think they’re brave enough. but i would love to be proven wrong.

loving the suicide squad concept but i feel like itd be cool if pete freed them. im a sucker for petekenta ~

#pit babe the series

10 notes · View notes