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holyparadisenightmare · 2 months

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It had only been a few days since your partner left for their business trip, but you were already going stir crazy. You were spending the whole day tempering your ravenous, insatiable libido. Every inch of you boiled. Toys refused to satisfy.

Climbing into the shower, it was hard not to be turned on just looking at yourself. Your erect nipples, idle playthings for your horny mind. Minutes in and all that work cleaning yourself would be undone. So you'd rinse and repeat.

In your room you found your partner's favourite set of lingerie: a matching set of black, lacey panties and a bra. It had only been a few days since you last wore them, but you could already feel yourself spill out more than usual. What were once large, but perky tits were now heavy hanging breasts that sat snug, snugger than usual, in that delicate fabric.

Nights turned to days as you roamed your house alone. But it wasn't long before your concerns were vindicated. Your breasts had gotten larger. In fact, they continued to grow. Veins pushed their way to the surface as the skin around your tits stretched thinner.

But it wasn't the only thing growing.

You honestly thought it was just bloat. Anxious that a few days of unaccompanied eating and wanking had you gaining weight, your belly surged forward from where you were used to. But after two weeks and the bloat refusing to pass, you knew more was going on.

Throwing on a sports bra, you tried to hide your growing tits and belly. A grey, oversized tracksuit followed over and with a pair of sunglasses the look was complete as you venture out into the world to find some clarity.

You arrived at a pharmacy. The woman at the counter greeted you as you walked in. You smiled politely but bit your lip as you saw her. She was short, a little shorter than you, chunky with a black bob. Thick in all the right ways.

Terrified, you tried to hide your arrousal and your belly.

You smiled back and asked "Can i get a pregnancy test?" your words fell away as your mumble through the last of your sentence.

"I'm sorry, i didn't quite catch that." She said with a smile that said 'i heard you but I want to make you say it out loud.'

Your face was bright red. The woman behind the counter carelessly looking you over like a piece of meat. "A pregnancy test. I need one." You conceed, pointing past her to the display behind the counter.

"Oh, I'm sorry miss." She snarked, reaching back to grab one, "I didn't think someone so far along would needs that."

Your face and pussy burnt. "H-how dare you!" You half moan at her, looking around to see if anyone had heard. You were both alone.

But before you could break into a full tyrade, you looked down at yourself for the first time since you stepped into the store. You had grown since the drive here. And you were huge. The sweat shirt did nothing to hide your size, the front pulled taught by the size of your growing belly.

You cried, "Oh my god!" Before running... well, waddling to the bathroom. You tripped and stumbled as you adjusted to your new centre of gravity. You locked the door behind you and peeled back your slowly shrinking sweat shirt.

You looked full term. 9 months pregnant. Your belly button had popped. Your ass had widened, and your belly grew so naturally from your plump form you wondered how you had ever looked without it.

As you raised your shirt to reveal yourself your hand brushed against your breasts. Its swollen flesh threatened to spill out and over your tight sports bra. You carefully pulled the bra up and over, careful not to put too much pressure on your very sore breasts. Regardless, each nipple slowly trickled beads of milk down your body.

Your pussy craved satisfaction. It ate at you, filling your mind with fog. You were one part petrified, but 9 parts severely turned on. And what little scared you onlu turnes you on more. What if someone caught you?

With a hand you slid up and squeezes one of your engorged breasts. Milk splattered across the mirror. You moaned as you watched your reflection play with herself.

But a knock at the door brought you crashing back to earth. "Ma'am?" The clerk called from behind the door.

"Y-yeah?" Your voice hinted at the pleasure you're so desperate to return to.

"I hate to bother you. But that stall is for paying customers only. And, like I said. I dont think you need this test."

"I can't come out right now." You said back.

"Do you need help?" She asked, genuinely concerned.

You hesitsted for a moment.

"Can you get some oil, some napkins and a clean shirt? I'll pay for them!"

You could hear her voice catch at the strangle request. "O-Okay?"

Eventually she returned. You unlocked the door a crack and let her pass the items through. But in the corner of your eye, in the reflection of the window, you see her face looking back. She saw you, tits, belly and all. Her face turned bright red as she slams the backroom door shut.

Flustered your deslerately scramble to clean yourself up. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." You hurridly cry.

Her voice turned into a long and uncertain "uuuhhhhh" as she tried to find the words to describe how she's feeling. "The ummm. The bathroom is kinda gross. Did yo-did you want to use the staff room?" She finally utters. "Its just me here. Perfectly safe."

You sigh. Tired, hungry and heavy, and in desperste need of being milked, you agree. Slipping the white shirt she gave you on, you couldn't deny it left little to the imagination.

Quickly you open the door and slip awkwardly through the pharmacy. Your belly and tits swinging as you do. The wet stains around your nipples getting larger, revealing your dark areolas underneath. After what felt like an eternity of exposure you cross the threshold and slip into the backroom of the store. The clerk quickly closing in behind.

She pulls up a large office chair and gestures you to sit down. You happil oblige, resting your monsterous belly on your lap and your leaking breasts on your belly. The sigh of relief came involentarily as you thank her.

Her smile turned from carring to ceniving as she locks the door behind her. "Now we're alone, I need you to take that top off."

"E-excuse m-me?"

The pharmacist drops down to her knees and begins kissing your enormous belly. "Big girl, you're going nowhere like this. I heard the noises you made. And i know you think i'm cute. Come on." She says, lifting your struggling shirt and sweezing oil into her hands. "Be a good girl for me."

You couldn't help but yelp at her touch, but something about her stern stare made you melt. Between your partner being gone and your sudden pregnancy, you were keen for something certain. Your body relaxed as she went.

She lifted your shirt off completely and exposed your collosal breasts. Rounded, swolen with milk, yet so large they flopped to either side of your mamoth belly. Pinned beneath it, stuck in this chair, the pharmacist had her way with you.

She dragged a tongue up your belly, around your breasts, lapping up stray milk. She sent shivered down your spine. Thrulls of pleasure followed too as she latched onto your swolen nipple. She sucked. Your nipples, raw and wanting, felt a wash of instant relief as you felt your warm milk release from its prison.

Your stray hand reached low, past your belly, in search of your pussy. You were dripping wet. You dove deep into yourself to lube up your finger and began rubbing your clit. You moaned as the gorgeous woman sucked away at your breasts, still rubbing lotion on your belly.

You quickly fell into the pit of pleasure. Your pace was steady and you begged her to keep going. With your other hand you took hold of your spare and swollen tit and squeezed. A yelp jumped from your lips. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your sprayed milk across the back room.

It wasn't long before the pleasure built to a breaking point. You tried to hunch forward but your belly got in the way. You let go of your tit and gripped the desk beside you as hard as you could as you reach climax.

For the first time in weeks you finally felt satisfied. Panting and sweating you look over at your new friend with a greatful smile. She returns the feeling.

But as you stand to leave your legs give out. Not just regular jelly legs, you look down and realise you've only gotten larger. Your belly stretches out to your knees, and your breasts fall down by your side. You can see them swelling with fresh milk. Your thighs have grown and your fat ass is stuck in the chair.

You look up helplessly at the pharmacist as she kneels down between your legs and vanished behind your belly.

#pregnant #pregnant captions #fpreg #lactating kink #fat belly

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lastoneout · 2 months

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Hey @ my fellow bitches and besties who deal with a lot constipation/gas/bloating because of IBS or other digestive issues!!

Did you know there's a way to deal with it at home on your own without medication?? Because my doctor sure didn't fucking tell me about this!! But I just tried it because my gas always makes me SO fucking nauseous that I can barely function and it takes like an hour for my nausea and IBS meds to kick in, but I always feel the urge to rub my stomach when I'm bloated, so my Wikipedia boyfriend ass googled it and YEP MASSAGING IS BACKED UP BY SCIENCE.

The article does say to not do this if you have recently had abdominal surgery, but here's the method:

"To perform abdominal massage on yourself.

Lie flat on your back with your belly exposed.

Overlap your hands on your lower belly and hold them here as you focus on your breath.

Warm your hands by rubbing them together for about 30 seconds.

Apply any oils that you’re using.

Use the palm of your hand to massage your entire stomach in a clockwise direction several times.

Then massage the centerline of your abdomen, starting below your sternum and ending at your pubic bone.

Do three more lines an inch apart down the left side of the abdomen.

Do the same on the right side of the abdomen.

Then press your fingers into your navel firmly.

Continue massaging with gentle pressure and circle outward from your navel in a clockwise direction.

You can spend extra time on specific areas or trigger points that feel like they need some extra attention.

Do this for up to 20 minutes.

If you don’t feel comfortable massaging yourself, you can also have your abdomen massaged by a massage therapist. Call before you make your appointment to see if the therapist performs abdominal massage. Not all masseuses provide this service."

I also found a slightly different one from the University of Michigan!

"Massaging your stomach can help to move stool along the inside of your colon. It may help relieve symptoms of tightness, pressure, cramping, and bloating.

Start on the right side of your stomach down by the bone of your pelvis.

Rub in a circular motion lightly up to the right side till you reach your rib bones.

Move straight across to the left side.

Work your way down to the left to the hip bone and back up to the belly button for 2-3 minutes.

Rub with your fingertips in a circular motion. You may press a little deeper with your fingers.

Spend about 1 minute moving from the right hip bone to the right ribs then 1 minute across the middle (gently) and then 1 minute down to the left bone by your pelvis to the belly button.

Repeat rub, always in a clockwise motion, for 10 minutes."*

I was literally so nauseous from being bloated that I couldn't even swallow food without feeling like I was going to puke, but I did the second one just sitting up at my desk, clockwise like they both said(I'm assuming bcs that's the direction things travel through your gut) and within like 2 minutes I felt better. I cannot BELIEVE no one has ever recommended this. Fucking life-changing. I used to just sit there and drink sprite and hope it was over soon and now I don't have to do that!! And if people already know about this that's good but like, again, no one EVER told me about this so if this can help even ONE person who struggles like I do I'll consider it a win!

Also, for clarification, I'm not advocating ditching your meds obvs, I just know it takes a while for pills to kick in and I don't think people should have to be miserable while they wait when there's something easy you can do to get some quick relief.

(*I added more bullet points to the second method because the wall of text was a little hard to read.)

#IBS #actually disabled #chronic disability #chronic illness #save #fav

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roosterforme · 9 months

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The Grateful Dad Part 2 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Bradley can't believe you and he are about to be parents. Just when he was getting used to the idea of how his life would be, the two of you get an unexpected surprise. And by your third trimester, when you make a promise to him and then break it, he's left to deal with some things in his own.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swears, smut and pregnancy

Length: 4900 words

Pairing: Beer Boy and Sugar! Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is an optional one-shot to accompany my fics Old Habits Die Hard and Right Girl, Wrong Time!

Read Part 1! Check my profile for my masterlist

It didn't fully hit Bradley until the first time he noticed that soft swell of your belly. It seemed to sneak up on him, the way it took several months before it was noticeable. But once it was there, it was all he could think about.

He was going to be a dad. And you were going to be a mom.

"Sugar," he whined that first day he noticed it. "You have a bump." You were lying in bed, trying to read as he pushed your tie dye shirt up a few more inches. "This wasn't here yesterday."

You set your book down and glanced to where his hands were resting gently on your belly. "I guess I do have a little bump," you replied softly, running your fingers through his hair as he kissed the spot just above your belly button. "My wool skirt is getting snug for work, but I thought I was just bloated."

Bradley was mesmerized. "Do you think it's a girl or a boy?" he asked, glancing up at you with a grin.

"Do you really care?"

"Not at all." He kissed your bump and started humming his favorite Grateful Dead song. Bradley knew this was likely the only time you'd want to get pregnant. Your career was important to you, and you were already concerned about the baby coming before the end of your spring semester. You said you were going to have to take the following fall semester off from teaching, because you didn't want to let down the math majors at San Diego State University where you taught calculus.

"You don't know how easy it is to love you," he sang to your belly before abruptly rolling over in bed.

"Where are you going?" you asked him with a laugh.

He grabbed his phone and opened his music app, mumbling, "The baby should get to hear the Grateful Dead perform it. Sounds better than when I sing."

He queued up the song and placed his phone near your belly as it started. "I don't know. I kind of like your version, Beer Boy," you promised, and he kissed your lips before pushing your shirt up high enough so he could see your tattoo of the song lyrics.

"That's good, because I'll never stop singing it," he whispered, running his nose along your tattoo. He placed one hand gently on your belly and sang along.

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"I'm so excited," Bradley whispered for the seventh time in five minutes. "I don't think I've ever been this excited before. I also kind of feel like I'm going to throw up."

"Relax," you whispered, taking his hand. If he was this bad today when you were getting a high definition ultrasound, maybe you didn't want him with you when you actually delivered the baby.

"I just want to see the bean," he mumbled, practically bouncing in the waiting room chair.

You tried not to smile, because he actually looked a little pale and nervous. "We don't even get to find out the sex today."

"Yeah," he replied, exasperated, "but we get to see the bean, Sugar. Up close and personal."

When they called your name a minute later, Bradley jumped out of his seat and dragged you down the hallway. He paced around the first room while you had some blood drawn. And then he paced around the next room while you waited for the technician to come in.

"Why did they call us back if they weren't ready?" he grunted, eyeing you up and down as you sat on the exam table in a hospital gown. "This is taking for fucking ever."

"Watch your language in front of the baby," you scolded, and his eyes went wide.

"Shit, you're right. Oh, fuck. Damn it!" You were cracking up now as he sat down with his forehead resting on his palms. "I'll get better, I promise!"

"You have about six more months to shape up your act."

He thought about everything he had planned for the next six months. Buy a crib and a stroller. Put a car seat in the Bronco. Paint the extra bedroom. Put those little plastic safety things in all the outlets in the house.

When the exam room door opened, he jumped to his feet as a woman in pink scrubs walked in. "Hi, I'm Elaine! Sorry for the long wait, but we were double checking your blood work," she said walking toward you.

"What's wrong with the blood work?" Bradley asked, his voice suddenly hoarse. The desire to throw up returned, and he was reaching backwards for the arm of the chair.

"Nothing at all," she replied smoothly, helping you lay back on the table and opening the hospital gown. "A lot of different levels were elevated, so we wanted to be sure. But if you're ready to see the babies, then we can get started."

"Babies?" you and Bradley nearly shouted in unison as Elaine opened the software and turned on the gigantic monitor.

"Yes," she replied with a smile. "You're having twins."

Bradley nearly collapsed back into the empty chair. "Holy shit. Holy shit, Sugar!"

"Twins?!" you asked Elaine. Bradley couldn't tell if you were excited about the idea or not, but he was thrilled. Two babies? In one go? This was better than getting a promotion at work. This was almost as good as his wedding day. Almost as exciting as when you and he reunited in Virginia after ten years apart.

When you reached out your hand toward him, Bradley rocketed out of his seat to get to you. "Are you happy?" he asked, lacing his fingers with yours and kissing your forehead.

"I... I think so. I think I'm kind of shocked."

"Me, too. But in a very, very good way."

As the two of you watched the monitor while Elaine moved the wand around on your belly, Bradley's eyes filled with tears. He had never seen anything so sweet in his life.

"Two little beans," you whispered, and Bradley watched you cry as you smiled. When he nodded, you added, "Yes, I'm happy."

But when Bradley got you settled at home, his apprehension started to creep in. You were clearly tired. You were the one growing the twin beans. He probably wasn't doing enough. As you slowly dozed off in bed wearing his old Grateful Dead shirt, he watched your lips part, soft breathing taking over.

His thoughts drifted to his own parents. He could only remember how much pain his mom had been in before she died, and he could barely picture what his dad looked like unless he had a photo in his hand.

Bradley could feel his heart rate pick up, the rapid pounding filling his ears started to make him feel crazy. He sat up in bed, trying to catch his breath. "Fuck," he muttered. He was going to mess this all up. He didn't know what he was doing. He couldn't remember his dad. And all he knew was that his mom somehow made him feel safe without really doing anything that he could model his behavior off of. Carole just made everything seem effortless, which was not helping him right now.

He bolted out of bed, and then your eyes were open and focused on him. "What's wrong?" you asked groggily. "I need you to snuggle with me."

He studied your pretty face and your earnest expression. "What if I suck at being a dad?" he blurted out.

You set your head back down on the pillow and reached out for him with one hand. "You're good at everything else. You'll be good at this, too."

"But what if I'm not?" he demanded. "I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I barely even had a dad." He thought of the navy desk lamp and how he'd followed in his father's career path and how he somehow knew Nick had loved him.

"You've never let me down yet, Beer Boy." Your soft words and the way you reached for his hands were enough to get him back into bed. And then his pulse returned to normal as you wrapped him up in your arms. This time he was dozing off before you were.

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Bradley went sprinting out of work at the beginning of lunchtime. If Maverick kept them one minute longer, Bradley would have earned himself some push-ups for insubordination. It was your anatomy ultrasound scan day, and now he was going to be late meeting you there.

"Fuck," he groaned as he yanked down the zipper of his flight suit a few inches as he pulled out into traffic. He was trying so hard to stop swearing, but days like this just called for the f word. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he growled, weaving around cars.

He wanted to know more about the twin beans. You and he had been talking about names, and he was beyond excited about everything. Last weekend he had painted the nursery a soft gray color and assembled two cribs. He even ordered a variety of matching tie dye onesies. Then you told him he did a great job and pushed him down on the floor on the new cloud shaped area rug in the nursery. His reward was getting to run his hands all over your round belly and tits while you rode him.

Bradley was in love with you and the babies, and being late today was making him upset. You were already on the exam table with the technician when the receptionist led him back to the room.

"Oh good, you're here," you sighed as he rushed toward you and grabbed your hand.

"I'm so sorry I'm late," he whispered, kissing your forehead and then your belly.

The technician smiled as Bradley knelt next to the table with his hand in yours. "Let's begin?" the technician asked. And when you nodded, he rubbed some gel on your belly and ran the wand slowly back and forth until those adorable beans were on the monitor just like last time.

"They got so big!" Bradley said, proud of how nicely they were growing.

"They are measuring right where they should be," the technician said, pausing the screen to take some pictures. "And I can tell you the sex for both of them if you want to know."

"Yes!" Bradley nearly shouted, looking up at your beautiful face as you laughed. "Please!"

"Okay, here we go."

It felt like an eternity as Bradley gripped your hand, waiting to be informed about what he was looking at on the screen. You were stroking his knuckles with your thumb, always so calm and analytical.

He glanced at your face and watched you as the technician said, "Baby number one right here is not shy at all. He's waving hi."

"He?" Bradley was on his feet, trying to get closer to the screen.

"Yes. A boy," the technician said.

"Another little Beer Boy in the making," you said before Bradley leaned down to kiss you.

He was sure he looked ridiculous as he said, "Nah, he'll be so much better than me. He's half you."

The way you smiled up at Bradley had him kneeling next to you again. "What about baby number two? Can we look at that bean now?" he asked, squeezing your hand.

"Okay," the technician said, drawing Bradley's attention toward the screen again. "And baby number two...well she's trying to hide behind her brother, but there she is."

Bradley shouted, "Yes!" so loudly that you and the technician both jumped a little bit. "Oh my god, Sugar!"

"One of each," you whispered, covering your lips with your shaky fingers.

"This is exactly what I was hoping for, but I didn't want to say it out loud," he whispered against your ear before kissing you all over your face. "Two little beans. One of each!"

You wrapped your arms around Bradley's neck and said. "You don't know how easy it is to love you."

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"I'm not going to make it," you moaned, laying on the couch while Bradley made dinner while his phone rang. You were at the start of your third trimester. You were huge. You were always hungry. It was getting hard to stand up for your lectures that were longer than an hour. And Bradley was the only thing holding you together.

"Fuck!" he suddenly shouted from the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" you asked, lifting your head up from the cushion. When Bradley walked into the living room, his brow was pinched and he was eyeing you warily. "What?" you demanded, struggling to sit up.

He knelt in front of you and eased you into a seated position. "Sugar," he whispered, pleading with you. "I just got the call. A special mission."

Tears sprang to your eyes. "A deployment?"

"Yeah, baby. I'll be back before the due date."

You cried while his lips met your belly through your shirt. "But, Bradley," you sobbed, "I can't! You've been doing everything! I'm so exhausted, I can barely function! And what if they extend you? That did that last time!"

Great big sobs wracked your body, and you started gasping for air. Soon you were close to hyperventilating, but Bradley got you into the bathroom just in time for you to throw up in the toilet. And then you curled up on the floor and looked up at him. Your voice was a harsh whisper as he rubbed your back. "I can't do this without you."

He looked distraught as he said, "I don't want you to have to. But Uncle Sam owns my ass."

You closed your eyes, dreading asking him for the mission details. So instead you whispered, "No, the beans and I own your ass. Uncle Sam just borrows you."

"You absolutely own my ass, Sugar," he replied softly, kissing your tear streaked cheeks and helping you get to your feet. "Let's try to eat dinner, and we can talk this through."

Bradley carried two plates of food to the dining room table where you had the perfect view of the glossy white doors he had used to propose to you. He had hung them up on the wall, turning them into the most beautiful work of former frat boy art you had ever seen.

SUGAR

WILL

YOU

MARRY

ME?

You picked at your food as he filled you in on the missions plans. He was perfect. Your husband was perfect, and now you were scared you weren't going to be able to get through a month without him. And then you started to spiral, because if four weeks alone while you were pregnant felt too daunting, how would you manage twins while he was gone for months at a time?

"Beer Boy?" you whimpered. "I can't do this."

"Yes," he said adamantly, "you can. You're the strongest person I know."

You bit down hard on your lip as it quivered. "What if something happens to you? Or me? Or them?" Your voice broke, and once again, Bradley was collecting you into his arms and abandoning the dinner plates. You cried softly as he helped you out of your work clothes and into his old Grateful Dead shirt. And then you curled up in bed and watched him strip down to his underwear.

You watched the flex of his muscles as he took the hideous, tie dyed Grateful Dad shirt out of his drawer and pulled it on. "Nothing's going to happen," he whispered as he got in bed beside you. "You'll wear your shirt, and I'll wear mine. And we'll think about each other the whole time I'm gone. And I'll hang up all the sexy photos I have of you plus the ultrasounds of the beans. And before you know it, I'll be back. And then the beans will be here. And then we'll actually be even more perfect than I ever thought possible."

You cried yourself to sleep in his arms, soaking up all of his beautiful words.

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Bradley's duffle bag was packed. He was leaving in the morning. You'd made him a little folder of copies of the ultrasound photos, and he'd added a few wedding photos as well. He laughed every time he looked at the photos from your Vegas wedding with Elvis. But right now, he felt like crying.

Somehow you were holding it together better than he was right now. "You coming to bed, Beer Boy?"

He zipped his bag closed and looked up to find you standing there in your navy blue bra and matching panties. Your tits looked bigger than ever, practically spilling over the lace cups. And your belly had gotten so big, your panties were tucked below your bump. He reached out for you, pulling you close so his nose met your belly.

"I want the two of you to be good for Mommy while I'm gone, okay?" he whispered, kissing and tickling you with his mustache. He was rewarded with your fingers in his hair and a kick from one of his twins. "I love my Sugar Babies."

You giggled and said, "I wonder if that was the jellybean or the spoonful of sugar that kicked you." Over the past few weeks, you had taken to giving the twins cute little candy related names, and Bradley couldn't get enough.

He'd never get enough of you either. The way your fingers felt in his hair as he knelt in front of you. The sound of your voice when he closed his eyes. The warmth of your skin where he kissed you.

"I'm gonna miss you," he whispered before he stood and followed you to bed.

"I'll be there to pick you up four weeks from tomorrow," you promised, reaching back to unhook your bra. "I promise."

Bradley groaned loudly as you sank back into the pillows. "Your tits look delicious," he moaned, crawling across the bed to get to you. "Fucking huge."

"Watch your language in front of the babies," you whispered against his lips as he palmed your breasts and stroked your tattoos. "Daddy."

Bradley pulled your underwear down your legs and tossed them aside, running his fingers through your slick. "Bradley!" you gasped, your eyes following his every move as he brought his fingers up to his lips.

"You look delicious, and you taste delicious," he told you, licking his fingers clean before you reached for his cock through his boxer shorts. You squeezed him, eliciting a strangled, needy noise, and he whined your name.

And you let Bradley do whatever he wanted with a devilish little smile on your face and his name on your lips. You sucked his cock until he was panting, and then you leaned back with your hands on your chest. When he ran his wet length through the valley between your breasts, you urged him along.

"I want you to," you whispered as he titty fucked you. Your tongue darted out to taste him as he tried to go slow. But you looked and felt so good, he was already so far gone by the time he pulled away from you.

"I wanna make you feel good," he gasped as you pushed him onto his back. "As fucking good as you make me feel all the time."

He was treated to the sight of you awkwardly positioning him at your entrance as you had to work around your belly. And when you slid down around him with your perfect pussy, Bradley let his hands come to rest on your hips. Your body was wider now and impossibly sexy, and you rode him as you ran your fingers gently along your breasts.

"I love you, Sugar," he whispered, running his knuckles along your clit until you were clenching. His other hand came to rest on your belly, and Bradley felt so connected to you, so in love with you, that he felt a tear leak from his eye as you came from him. And then he came inside you as he met you halfway for a kiss.

As you eventually started to doze off on his shoulder, still full of his cum, you whispered, "I love you too, Beer Boy."

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Being away from the three of you was tedious at best. Bradley found it hard to pay attention to the things he was supposed to do. He knew the mission parameters inside and out, but he didn't take the time to think about how dangerous it was. There was no space left in his jumbled thoughts for anything except you.

Phoenix had promised to go to your appointments with you in his absence, and when he was allowed to call you, he listened intently to your updates

"Jellybean boy is measuring a little bigger than our sweet girl, but they both looked good! Nice and strong according to the doctor. And I gained three more pounds, which is probably not ideal, but all the meals you made and froze for me are so yummy."

And then he flew the special mission, set on making sure it went as flawlessly as possible. Determined to stay as safe as he could. Whatever it took to get back home to San Diego and his perfect little family.

You were less than a month out from your due date now. And when Bradley arrived on the dock exactly four weeks after you'd sent him off with some filthy kisses, he was so excited to see you. See if you'd gotten bigger or had trouble walking now. He was excited to kneel down and talk to his twins.

But when he turned his phone on, he was greeted with a voicemail message of your incoherent sobbing. He dropped his bag to the deck of the aircraft carrier as the sound of you crying met his ears. His heart sank to his stomach. You'd left him this message just a handful of hours ago, but when he tried to call you back as the ship was docking, you didn't answer.

"Come on," he whispered, his voice harsh and filled with unshed tears. "Sugar." But still, you did not answer.

He could feel himself gasping for air. He promised you nothing was going to happen. He never broke his promises to you. Not even when he was twenty one years old and didn't understand the strength of the love he felt for you.

He was staring at his phone screen for a few seconds as tears filled his eyes before he realized he was receiving a call.

"Nat?" he asked, answering his best friend.

"I'm on the dock," she said simply. "I'll find you as you deboard. We're going to head right to the hospital."

"What happened to her?" he asked, clutching his own stomach, barely able to speak. "To them?"

"Early labor," was all she said. Then she sighed before repeating herself. "We'll head right to the hospital."

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You weren't sure what was going on. All you knew was the intense amount of pain you were in was enough to make you throw up over and over again. When your water broke during your calculus lecture, you shouldn't have been surprised. You'd been feeling off all week. You tried to chalk it up to missing your husband, but it was more than that.

After your water broke, you collapsed, only breaking the fall with your hands on the hard floor. You were pretty sure at least one of your wrists was broken, but nobody at the hospital was even slightly concerned about that. Not when they were trying to determine if your babies were okay.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you had to beg Natasha to leave you and pick Bradley up from the port on base after she met you at the hospital. You had been informed that the babies were fine, but you needed to deliver them now as you were running out of amniotic fluid. They would deliver the beans by cesarean section. They were going to put you under general anesthesia for it.

You cried as they prepared you for surgery. You were alone. Bradley was probably with Phoenix by now, but they wouldn't wait any longer. "Let's get started," your obstetrician said as you settled on your back with your battered wrists as your sides.

"Okay," you agreed, crying as the drugs to put you under started to cloud your vision.

"Sugar!"

You laughed softly at the nurse to your left. "That sounded like my husband," you said with a giggle. Then you caught sight of Bradley running into the room in his khaki uniform, drenched in sweat. "It looks like him, too. Hi, Beer Boy," you said, still laughing as he rushed toward you.

"Sugar," he gasped, eyes wide. But they wouldn't let him touch you as you fell asleep.

Pain. You woke up in so much pain. Everything hurt. You were on your back and the room was dark and you could hear beeping.

"Bradley?" you gasped, trying to sit up, but you couldn't. You started crying and calling his name, and then he was at your side.

"I'm here, Sugar," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "It's okay. I love you. You're just waking up again."

"Again?" you asked, completely confused. "Where are the beans?"

"In the nursery," he promised. "They've been in the nursery since yesterday when they were born."

Your head was swimming with information and memories and fear as Bradley left you to turn on the dim hospital room lights. "They were born yesterday?"

"Yes," he told you, making his way back over in his rumpled, wrinkly uniform. "And you had surgery on your left wrist today."

But you were starting to remember more now as your eyes settled on the white board across the room. The birth times and birth weights of the twins written in an unfamiliar scrawl. Baby A and Baby B were born just five minutes apart. You must have been on a lot of pain medication, because surely those were not the names you and Bradley had discussed?

You cleared your throat a few times, and then he was grabbing your cup of water and holding it so you could take a sip through the straw.

"Bradley," you started, but he stopped you with a kiss to your chapped lips.

"I'm so proud of you, Sugar," he said, letting his forehead come to rest against yours. "Do you have any idea how fucking amazing you are?"

"But Beer Boy," you said, glancing at the names written on the board.

"The doctors said the kiddos are doing just fine, and when they wake up hungry in another hour or so, you'll be able to see them."

"But I-"

"And only your left wrist was broken. Your right one will heal on its own. And your abdominal incision will heal up great. And you'll be back to work after the fall term, no problem."

"Bradley!" you said loudly, realizing it was nearly three in the morning as you checked the clock before looking at the names again. "Did you go rogue and name the children without my approval?"

Your husband was silent now, and you could see his cheeks were a little red. "Just the middle names," he muttered softly.

You sighed and read out loud from the board. "Emma Bean Bradshaw and Levi Garcia Bradshaw," you said slowly. "Really?"

He looked so sheepish as your gaze met his again. "I thought they sounded nice," he whispered, and you felt your lips curve into a smile.

"I love them," you said, swallowing hard. "Their names are perfect."

And then you were treated to your husband's lips and mustache as he kissed you all over your face until you were laughing. "I thought you were mad," he said with a sigh of relief.

"Not mad," you promised, letting him adjust your bed and get you more water. He flitted around the room for a few minutes, and then the door opened as two nurses pushed bassinets into the room, and you cried as you looked at your daughter and your son in their matching tie dyed onesies

Bradley picked Emma Bean up in his arms, and he gently held her out so you could give her a kiss. "Here she is. And check it out, Sugar. I've been feeding them and changing them since yesterday!"

You marveled at how he held her and bent to coo at Levi Garcia at the same time. And then a moment later, he was sitting in the chair right next to you, feeding each baby a bottle as he sang his favorite Grateful Dead song.

"Beer Boy," you said with a soft laugh. "You really are the Grateful Dad."

He smiled at you and said, "I haven't been home yet to wash my hideous shirt, but one day soon we can all wear our tie dye together."

You examined the cast on your left wrist and ran you right hand gingerly along your belly which felt horribly tender. "You're going to have to take care of all three of us when we go home."

"I'm up for the challenge," he promised immediately. "Nat's gonna help. And Bob will, too. And we'll be just fine. Better than fine."

Bradley stood carefully and set down Emma Bean, your tiny daughter, along your right side. Bradley didn't move as she snuggled up against you, rather he bent and let you kiss Levi's cheek.

"We'll be perfect," you supplied, smiling at your son and daughter as you listened to your husband sing.

"You don't know how easy it is to love you."

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I couldn't leave Beer Boy hanging in his ugly Grateful Dad tee without letting him know how was having twins beans. And I just know he's going to take the best care of all three of them. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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queercoshon · 2 months

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The din of the crowded bar faded as the door to the bathroom closed behind you. You click the lock, undo your pants, and immediately take a breath of relief.

It had been a long night of celebrations. Your friend was getting married and this was his last night of 'freedom.' The festivities started at a steakhouse, where appetizers, mains, desserts, and many drinks were had.

Your pants were already on the brink of being too tight when you left the house, but you could definitely feel your gut straining against the fabric as you jaunted out of there with all your buddies.

Next stop was everyone's favourite bar. On the way over marajuana was passed around. You have no idea how many joints were circling at once, you just know by the time you made it to the pub, your head was floating and gut roaringly hungry, despite being backed to the brim.

Some sportball event was blaring over the tv when you arrived. You didn't care, but your buds were all stoked, so many appetizers and beers were ordered. You forgot to feign interest in the game 4 beers after getting to the pub.

At this point everyone is visibly drunk, and you are definitely feeling it yourself. Hiccups were wracking your body, jostling the pressured contents of your stomach, shaking loose several beers. You suddenly realised you needed to pee, and somehow managed to stumble your way over to the 1 stall bathroom, missing the door handle on the first try.

Which brings you to now. You stumble/waddle over to the toilet, do your stuff, then do up your pants. Well, you try to. You automatically suck in to close the button (you have to do this even when you're not packed with food and booze now), but the button doesn't quite make it to the hole. When you try again, you try to push your gut out of the way with your arm, but its so rounded out you still have a hard time seeing over it. The button does not get any closer. You drop your belly and belch, which lets loose a new string of hiccups.

God, you're a pig. You'd given up dieting 6 months ago, gaining 20lbs in the first 3 months. All clothes starting to cling to your softening body. Not that you were horribly skinny before, but you were now nearing the heavier end of chubby. Three months ago you'd discovered the empty calories and lost inhibitions of alcohol, and all the benefits weed had. At least twice a week you pass out on your couch, empty takeout containers and beer cans scattered around you, gut creaking and gurgling dangerously. You think you've put on maybe 30 lbs in the last 3 months, but it's closer to 45.

This is evident in your clothing. This is your last pair of pants. You had to lay on your bed, suck in your gut, and use all your strength to get them closed. You could still feel the red indentations on your skin under your gut.

And rather than take it easy and be mindful of what you put in your belly, you consumed with reckless abandon. Leading you to this little bathroom, too fat and bloated to dress yourself decently.

You shake your belly, trying to belch out enough bloat to maybe get them done up. Even in this predicament, you start to fantasize about the beers you'll order once you go back out there, and maybe another basket of fried things.

You drop your gut and hazily look in the mirror. You look sloshed. Eyes completely red, a stupid grin plastered on your face, and even though your upper gut is clearly completely overfed, your belly still hangs low.

Your belly is hanging. You can barely see the button isn't done up. You manage to wiggle the zipper up and grin. No one will notice a thing! And now you definitely have more room without those pesky pants digging into your belly.

Satisfied, you pat your gut and waddle out the door, back to your friends, the food, and the many beers that await you.

#queer feedism #intox kink #feedism story #stuffed fatty #intox feedee #intox wg #stuffing literature #stuffing story #drunk stuffing #beer bloat #drunk feedee #weight gain story #overstuffed belly

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quiverdream · 4 months

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I’ve been mulling over a hot idea lately for anyone who likes bloating or absorption: a man gets supersized very quickly as he sits in a jacuzzi at a party, and finds his stomach/body swelling rapidly as it absorbs the water. Soon he’s stuck in there like a giant water balloon, but the water pump is still going so he’s not about to stop growing. (Remaining woman is obviously into it). What do you think?

#fat belly #growing belly #belly kink #bloated from absorption #severely bloated belly #bloating #bloat kink #absorb belly #absorption kink #fat admiration #weight gain #fat admirer #rapid weight gain

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toybreaker-kr · 3 months

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Thinking about a big tiddied dom leaning severely dysphoric pre-op trans boy taking me home after a nice innocent date (m4ftm).

You’ve never hooked up with anyone before, wary of being misgendered. But we’ve had a few dates and I’ve been sweet and respectful, so you invite me to your apartment, affecting confidence you don’t really feel.

We’ll start kissing immediately after we enter your apartment. I’ll crowd you against the wall like in the movies and you’ll think it’s romantic, if a bit corny. I’ll strip you of your clothes and when I reach to pull off your binder you’ll try to protest, try to say something along the lines of “Hey, actually I’d rather keep it on”. But I’m still kissing you whenever I can reach your lips and you let the moment pass, loathe to make it awkward. I told you I was gay, so there’s no way I’ll see your chest as anything other than masculine, right? You try to tug off my clothes but I kneel and moan that I want to suck your cock. You like the way I worded that, so you let me pull your pants and briefs off.

I’m completely clothed and you’re completely naked when I yank the door open and pull you out into the hall.

You freeze for a moment in shock, then try to scramble back into your apartment yelling “what the fuck-”. I grab you from behind and shush you. You don’t want your neighbour to come out and investigate, do you? You really want them to see you like this? Tits and pussy out?

You tremble as I push you closer to your neighbour’s door until you’re practically peering into their peep hole. I lazily hump your bare ass and you can feel my hard on through my jeans. You can’t quite believe this is happening. I grab your fat tit with my left hand and snake a hand between your legs, ignoring your clit to play with that feminine hole you so loathe. My fingers just shy of entering, press just enough to burn a little. Deliberately stretching you out.

“You know,” I say conversationally, “I’m actually straight. It’s hilarious that you thought a gay man will ever want you. Your tits were practically bursting out of that sports bra you call a binder.”

I jiggle your breasts and laugh. “Do your neighbours know you’re a woman pretending to be a man? I mean it’s pretty obvious. I bet they won’t even be surprised if they open this door right now. Not surprised that you have huge udders, just shocked and disgusted by how much of a perverted skank you are.”

With a hushed and shaky voice, you demand to be released. I pull out my cock, rub the length against the underside of your pussy and you freeze again. ‘Absolutely no go zone’, your bio had said. I press a smile against your cheek and amuse myself by smacking your pussy with my cock. I adore how much you hate it. I can’t wait to break you in until you love it.

You’ve changed your tune, quietly begging to stop instead of making demands. Despite everything, you’re getting wet. The slap of my cock against your labia makes it obvious to anyone who might hear. I squeeze your tits affectionately when you start to cry.

I wriggle a finger in your vagina, then two. You act like a bug has crawled up there instead. I reach in as far as I can and feel the brush of your cervix on the tip of my middle finger. “You feel that? That’s the entrance to your womb. A man can just press his cock head flush against this and breed your womb with his cum. Then a fetus will grow inside you until your belly fills with water and gets bloated and heavy with a baby ‘cause that’s what you’re designed to do.”

You try to twist away in revulsion but I press you harder against your neighbour’s door and you have to still to stay quiet. I pull out my fingers and stroke my cock with your cunt slick. I kiss your ear. “I won’t breed you if you do as I say. I don’t particularly want to take care of a baby either, but I’ll have to if you disobey. So for the both of us, you can be a good girl, right?”

You hate yourself as you force yourself to nod. I make you say it. It feels like something in you dies as you whisper against the door, ‘I’ll be a good girl’. Then, you’re biting back a scream as I force my cock inside you.

It’s a tight fit. It feels absolutely wonderful to force myself inside your virgin cunt. With firm presses and sharp jabs. It feels the opposite of wonderful to you. You’re desperately trying to suppress the sobs from the pain and violation. You Can’t be seen like this, you just can’t.

I give you some respite once I’m hilted inside you, taking a moment to luxuriate in your warm tight insides. I pull your hips back with me, walking backwards until you’re arched, hands and forearms braced against the door for support. I pull out a little, then thrust into you, satisfied when your heavy tits swing forward and smack against the door. You gasp and try to cover your tits to reduce the noise but I pinch your ass hard in warning and tell you to resume the position. You swallow down your protests and obey.

For the next ten minutes, I fuck you roughly, the sound of my balls slapping against your thighs are drowned out my the smack smack smack of your tits knocking on your neighbour’s door. There is no way your neighbour hasn’t heard by now. Maybe they’re standing on the other side of the door, shocked and frozen with indecision. Maybe they’re watching through the intercom, guiltily pleasuring themself to the sight of a girl with big fat tits being raped against his front door. Or maybe they haven’t noticed, headphones drowning out all other noise. Maybe they’re not home. You have no idea, and that makes it worse somehow.

My hips stutter as I get closer to coming and you beg for me to pull out. I say I will if you say you’re a girl and beg for me to breed you. You cry. It’s a trap. You know it. I know you know it. But there’s no other option than to try. So you sob ‘I’m a girl’ and you beg. Force yourself to omit the ‘don’t’ as you beg ‘please breed me’.

And I do. I press my cock against your cervix with one last thrust and fill your womb with burst after burst of cum. You didn’t know you’d feel it all. The twitch and pulse of my cock and the hot sticky wetness filling parts of you you wish you never had.

You feel empty when I pull out. In more ways than one. But don’t worry, something else will fill that emptiness soon.

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disabilityreminders · 10 months

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On the topic of disabilities, I want to talk about PMDD (premenstrual dysphoric disorder).

This is something I had no idea even existed until a friend brought it up to me and I think it’s something that should be more known.

I expressed to her how suicidal I felt in the week before my period and how I was so depressed I couldn’t function. I also said how sick I was of it. I was absolutely shocked to find out this wasn’t a “normal” period mood swing. She told me to look into PMDD because it wasn’t normal and there is a birth control that’s considered more effective for treating its symptoms than others.

I looked into PMDD and found that a lot of the symptoms fit me. This led to me talking to my doctor who agreed with my thoughts. He did not put me on the birth control that’s recommended (yaz) because the risk of symptoms with my other health issues was too high. But while it’s not an option for me, it might be for others. Or even just finding out about this might be helpful.

Anyway, here’s a list (taken from here) of some of the symptoms.

“Over the course of a year, during most menstrual cycles, 5 or more of the following symptoms must be present:

Depressed mood

Anger or irritability

Trouble concentrating

Lack of interest in activities once enjoyed

Moodiness

Increased appetite

Insomnia or the need for more sleep

Feeling overwhelmed or out of control

Other physical symptoms, the most common being belly bloating, breast tenderness, and headache

Symptoms that disturb your ability to function in social, work, or other situations.

The main symptoms that distinguish PMDD from other mood disorders or menstrual conditions is when symptoms start and how long they last.

Symptoms of PMDD are so severe that it affects your ability to function at home, work and in relationships.”

#tw suicide mention #pmdd

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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♡︎𝐂𝐮𝐦𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧/𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮♡︎

Day 21 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: Katsuki likes to keep you full up.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help bae ur literally my crutch 😭

688 words.

Your face is the very picture of a nervous wreck as you sit at the restaurant table with your lover and public hero figure, Katsuki Bakugou. The two of you are currently on a double date with Kaminari Denki and Mina Ashido, and they stare at you like beady, bug eyed creatures, studying you with buzzing excitement at the fact that their best friend has finally, finally got a girlfriend.

Meanwhile, you shift awkwardly in your seat and hope to God that none of your boyfriend's cum has leaked from your stretched, aching, needy cunt.

He had just enough time to tease you before you left to meet up with his friends. He wanted you filled to leaking with his cum to show him how devoted you are as he takes you to meet his friends, meanwhile, you weren't allowed even a single orgasm.

Your belly bulges with just how many times he got to fill you up, and your legs rub together in an attempt to give your throbbing pussy some friction and relief.

"uhm... Excuse me- I- I'm gonna go to the bathroom-..."

Your hands shake as you get up from the table, noticing Katsuki's warning gaze as he watches you quickly scramble for the gender neutral bathrooms.

His eyes stay mostly fixed on your ass, but he's still suspicious of you. After all, he doesn't want all of that cum to go to waste after all he went through to gift it to you.

After about five minutes, he starts to get even more suspicious, and he excuses himself to come and check on you. Part of him is a little worried- you were looking a little queasy, but he just figured he'd make sure you were alright.

"Babe?..."

"In here-"

You were desperate for his touch and to finally have your orgasm that you just couldn't take his teasing anymore. So here you are, cramped up in the bathroom as Katsuki walks in, struggling to close the door behind him.

He can't resist you, and you know he can't, so your plan is to beg for it. There's no possible way that he could resist you.

His eyes immediately darken as he takes in your out of breath, blushing form, the top buttons of your blouse undone to reveal the freckle on your bust that he loves to pay special attention to.

It's like he's an animal in heat, suddenly invading your personal space in all the right ways and nuzzling the crook of your breasts. Wordlessly, he hikes up your thigh, squeezing the plush, squishy flesh and biting your tits like a man having his last meal.

The one free hand hikes up your shirt to press at the bulge of your bloated belly, pushing down. You squirm in response, whining and closing your legs as some of his cum leaks into your underwear, lubing you up easily along with your own arousal.

"Fuck- do you even know what you do to me?"

His words are lost on you as you focus only on the gravelly sound of his voice, grounding you like the gravel on the floor itself. You focus so hard on his voice, that the sound of his zipper being undone goes straight to the back of your mind.

Hopefully the two of you are alone in here, because your hushed whispers aren't nearly as discreet as you think them to be, and any sounds echo off tile walls in the bathroom. You pay no mind to it, though, distracted by the cool air hitting your most intimate areas before he's buried deep inside of you like you were meant to warm him, and keep him there.

The two of you aren't exactly quick about it, as Katsuki has his second orgasm in the deepest parts of you, his spend now leaking down your thighs in several messy rivulets, mixing with your sweat as you can no longer hold any more of him.

Mina and Denki may be idiots sometimes, but they're not stupid. They know exactly what you're doing, and the whisper and giggle among themselves as the thought.

◃ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 ▹

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 1 year

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Hii can u do something fluff with daemon being in love with his grandchild. His daughter with Rhea Royce have a baby that look just like daemon and he can keep his eye of the baby.

A/N: I hope you like it! It's totally alright!

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x daughter!Reader

summary: daemon being in love with his grandchild. His daughter with Rhea Royce have a baby that look just like daemon and he can keep his eye of the baby.

Word count: 2,1K

Warnings: Fluff

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"How are you feeling?" Rhaenyra, your stepmother, asked kindly. You rubbed your grown belly with a soft smile. This was your first child and everything was all new to you but you loved every minute of it.

"I feel bloated and my feet hurt along with my back but that has not weakened my excitement" You answered. Rhaenyra laughed at your words. Being Daemon's eldest daughter and with a couple of years in between you and your sisters you were already married while they remained betrothed. You were married to your cousin Aemond a couple of years back, it was not an easy marriage nor was it out of love which id why it took you several years to conceive, Aemond and you took time warming up to each other before giving this marriage a real chance hence the babe in your belly.

"You remind me of myself when I was swollen with Jace" She patted your hand atop you belly. A smile grew on your face at the feeling of your child moving around in your belly trying to find a comfortable position inside.

"I just hope they are healthy, the maester said I have passed my due date and it worries me" Your heart filled with worry. Aemond held you bights back as you cried fearing for your child saying that he will be by your side no matter what and he would do anything in his power to ensure your and your child's safety.

"Tis normal with the first pregnancy" Rhaenyra tried assuring you. You gave her a wary smile, breath shaking and hands beginning to tremble.

"Thank you" You were grateful for her support. She may have not been your mother but she and Laena before her both embraced you as if you were their own and loved you as such as well.

That night you were more at ease when getting ready for bed with a little more discomfort than usual, however you had a smile and your mood had lifted. You spent the day with Rhaenyra and your sisters before going to the yard and watched your father and husband have a friendly spar which ended with your father wining. Lastly your entire family had supper together showing a united front and supported you with the many laughs and conversations circling around, even Aegon was on his best behaviour.

"You look happy, wife" Aemond pointed out as he slid into his side of the bed which seemed to grow smaller and smaller in the passed couple of moons. You fixed the pillows behind your back still feeling uncomfortable before leaning back against them.

"I am, spending the day with you all made me feel at ease" Your hands wrapped around your middle rubbing soothing circles to lull your child into a slumber so you could sleep yourself.

"It gives me comfort that this child will have a loving family if I were pass during labour" Your eyes filled with tears. You turned to look at Aemond by your side.

"Do not say that, you will live to see him or her grow and present them with many siblings as well" Aemond reached over to rub your bulging your stomach as well. It was after a couple of second of silence you felt a rush of water between your legs a sharp sting in your belly making you gasp.

"What is the matter?" Aemond pushed himself into a sitting position to look at you. He withdrew his hand fearing he was the cause of your pain.

"I think it is time" You responded. It was a couple of minutes later when a second rush of pain hit. There was time before it would be time to push, the maester had informed you of the steps during labour.

"I will call the maester" Aemond pushed the comforter to the side with the intend to leave the bed but you latched yourself to his arm before he could.

"Promise me first" You whimpered. Aemond's eyes filled with confusion.

"Promise me that this child will have a happy life if I were to die" You repeated. You watched as Aemond gulped looking between your eyes with his own worry.

"You will not" His voice was weak. He did not utter a singular word as your tightened your grip when a new contraction hit you.

"Promise me" You yelled shaking his arm. Your other arm was trying to sooth the tensed muscles of your stomach.

"I promise" He pushed your hand off gently and moved to the doors. You leaned back against the pillows content with the promise he made.

You did not know how many different feelings coursed through your body as you awaited the maesters arrival. Happiness, you were going to become a mother and you were going to make Aemond a father, and in public you were finally doing your duty. Excited, you were going to meet the being you and Aemond created from your love and passion, you were going to get to hold the small person who has lived inside of you for many moons now. Fear, you feared the pain and dying, you did not want to leave your child motherless. Anger, angry that Aemond did this to you and had the audacity to leave you in your room alone in so much pain.

"Aemond! Get back here!" You yelled. Aemond turned to look at you shocked as the guard stationed at your door sprinted down the corridor to bring the maester. Your face was already turning red and small beads of sweat were growing on your hairline.

"My love?" he tilted his head to the side confused. You let out an anguished yell clutching your stomach even harder. He moved without thinking to your side to help adjust you.

"Do not touch me you cunt! This is happening because of you" You pushed his hands away harshly. Aemond was taken aback by your harsh words, you have never spoken like this to him even when you were sparring, you were Rhae Royce's daughter after and it would be a shock if you did not know how to wield a sword.

"You fucker had to get your prick wet" You slapped his shoulder with all your strength which was painful. Aemond coughed with pain and shock moving away from the bed fearing your wrath and strength.

"Come back here you cunt "You hissed, your pupils were dilated and it was like you were going to be breathing fire any second, a true dragon.

In that moment the maester walked in followed by some midwives and Queen Alicent. She could see the horror on Aemond's face but his face paled when the maester moved the blanket off your lap to show your nightgown already soaked with blood some clear water.

"Her waters have already broken but seeing as the princess was not in any pain prior I believe this will be an easy birth" The maester sounded joyed. Alicent shared a tight smile with him knowing that labour was going to still hurt.

"Easy birth my ass!" You yelled attempting to kick him the face but one of the midwives stopped you by holding your leg.

"We need to wait a while until your body is ready to deliver" The maester explained. You let out an annoyed huff turning to glare at Aemond who was frozen to the side.

"This is all your fault" You gritted your teeth. Aemond looked at his mother for help but she only shrugged.

It was several hours later when your baby was finally born during the hour of the nightingale, dawn was only an hour or two away at this point. It was a healthy son and he announced his arrival by screaming his head off the second he slipped out of you and did not stop until he was placed in your arms.

"Oh my darling" You cried holding the bloodied child close to your chest. He had tufts of white-blonde hair like his father unlike your dark brown hair like your mother. You turned to look at Aemond still frozen in the same spot and held out your hand for him to take and he finally found the courage to step closer to you.

"Look at our son, is he not the most beautiful child?" You asked. You leaned down to place a kiss on his forehead before handing him to his father. Aemond's hand were shaking but he forced them to be steady when the most precious thing in his life was placed in them.

"Yes, the most beautiful child" He was mesmerised by the sight that greeted him. wide purple eyes and full cheeks.

"Looks just like Prince Daemon" One of the midwives pointed out as she helped pack some of the things the maester had brought with him. Alicent leaned closer to look at her grandchild and to your surprise a look close to disgust grew on her face.

"Yes as if you fucked your own father and birthed his son" She shivered at the thought of such a queer relationship.

"Mother!" Aemond explained shocked by the suggestion and that she even let her imagination run so wild, he knew you were faithful. This kind of relationship was queer even for the Targaryens.

"Where is my grandchild" The glaring contest was interrupted by your father strutting in with a huge smile on his face. Rhaenyra was hot on his tail moving to sit on your other side.

"Are you alright?" She asked running a hand through your sweat soaked hair with no problem or even feeling disgust unlike Alicent who at some point could not bare looking at you.

"I am alright" You assured her. Aemond handed your son to your father gently. Your father tsked as he bounced the small babe in his arms.

"A beautiful boy" he chuckled looking at you. You were grateful to have your father here to experience such a moment with you, your first moments with your child, the moment you became a mother.

"What will you name him?" Rhaenyra asked curiously. Aemond turned to look at you watching as you grinned, eyes glued at the babe in your father's arms, you were glowing like any new mother.

"Daemon" Aemond said. Your father's head snapped up to look at your husband.

"Yes?" He cocked his eyebrows confused. You gasped when you finally understood why your husband had uttered that name.

"We will name him Daemon, as it was pointed out he looks like a spitting image of his grandsire so it is only fair he is named after him as well" Aemond explained. Your father had a genuine smile on his face as he turned his gaze back to his grandchild.

"Welcome little Daemon" He laughed alongside you all. Alicent rolled her eyes taking her leave quietly.

By the third moon of your son's birth your father had asked you to move to Dragonstone at least a thousand times leaving you no choice but to agree for his sake. Aemond was happy to pack his things and leave the stinking city of King's Landing. You traveled on dragonback with Daemon strapped securely to your body and his dragonling that had hatched days after his birth was with Aemond.

Your father completely ignored your presence at the welcoming and went straight to his grandchild. Aemond laughed as you pouted now arms empty of your child and your father ignoring your existence. Of course later on your father made it up to you when Daemon was asleep.

The more Daemon grew the more he resembled your father as if he truly was his own child, he had the same forehead, nose and lips and even the eye shape. Aemond did not care for his son's looks and loved him nonetheless but rumours stills circled that you had been unfaithful to your husband with your own father but Aemond was quick to shut them down.

By the time Daemon was two you were pregnant yet again which excited the toddler. Daemon followed after his grandsire like a lost puppy most of his awake time. Your father did not grow tired of it and he never would. He would keep your son close by even during council meetings. He would take him with him to the training yard to make him watch until he was of age to sword fight himself. To say your father was obsessed with your son was an understatement. Even you birthed your second born, another son, Daemon remained your father's favourite and he was not ashamed of it.

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Training in her little private gem chamber all morning left Raya, the currently very pregnant princess of Heart quite famished. After all, she was eating for two. Herself, and the baby dragon that dwelled deep inside her bloated belly.

Just the smell of prepped food alone could guide her down the palace’s halls with her eyes shut. Raya felt as if the baby was imprinting its innate draconic abilities onto her as the pregnancy progressed. Certain foods like fish and meat tasted better, her sense of smell was, as mentioned, heightened, and she could even feel her arms and legs stronger than usual, as activities like swimming came just as easy despite her distorted body shape.

Raya’s eyes opened, and she found herself standing in one of the several kitchens that could be found around her home. The place was empty however, as unless there was an event, there was never more than one running at a time that Raya could go to and get food at her demand. Regardless there were still good smells in here that led her to this place, that being all the ingredients stored in here.

A sigh left her lips as she waddled up to the window, looking out onto the jungle below. Rain pattered and tapped against the glass softly. It was the kind of rainy day Raya loved. If she and the baby weren’t so hungry, she’d be heading outside wandering, with Sisu at her side, blathering about whatever topic that dragon could come up with. That’s when her gazes turned down to her taut tummy, where she felt a wriggling movement, accompanied by a low, moaning grumble that rippled through her guts. She pet atop her hungry stomach with a chuckle before moving away from the window and towards one of the kitchen’s stations.

When Raya got cravings, they were the cravings of a dragon. It was the reason why she trained so vigorously each morning in recent days. This little dragon had her eating so much that without it, there’d be little hope of salvaging her beloved figure after the birth. Even if she cherished the feeling of her offspring growing and wiggling deep inside her, she wasn’t so willing to be fat after she popped the little tyke out.

On that note, Raya opened up one of the drawers under the station’s counter, and with a bit of exertion on her part to simply bend down and each, she lifted back up with an onion in each of her hands. After her leg shut the small door where she got them from, the onions both had bites taken out of them. Her teeth chomped right through them, sending a strong taste and smell, both of which were more agreeable than normal. A hum of satisfaction left her lips as this continued, up until both onions were gone and she was left to lick her lips before a sudden and deep belch forced its way up and burst forth from her mouth. Despite nobody being in the room, she blushed and covered her mouth sheepishly.

“BWUAAARP!!”

After the burp, Raya glanced down to her bump as it filled with some low gurgling sounds, the onions being greeted by her hungry gut. Though she already felt a level of bloated discomfort wash through her. She just devoured two raw onions after all. Something she wouldn’t dream of doing if this baby didn’t make her ready to eat a horse on a moment’s notice. Even so, it wasn’t enough. Another deep, hunger filled groan shook from her gut and womb. Her baby wanted more food, and just raw onions wouldn’t do, it would seem. Probably for the best for both Raya and anyone around her.

Suddenly, Raya was made to get moving once she felt another rough wriggle and sharp kick from within, which could be seen from the outside. The movement made the pregnant warrior let out a soft moan before she began to waddle her way out of the kitchen. She knew just where to go and who to see for this scenario. Another harsh wiggling from the little dragon made Raya huff and chuckle softly, looking down to regard her unborn child.

“Okay, okay. Settle down in there. I’ll go get your other mom. She’ll make us something special for lunch.” Raya said softly as she slowly rubbed around the side of her swollen belly, trying her best to tame the tiny, hungry beast.

Raya once thought she’d never have children, with little desire to do so. But it was little moments like this that made her glad that she volunteered to help bring forth the next generation of the creatures she spent her life being fascinated by. Once she thought seeing dragons was impossible, but now, she met one that became the love of her life, helped bring them back from their stone prison, and now, she was going to become a mother to one. Raya held her free hand to her chest as felt her heart warm in her chest, seeing and feeling the little dragon bump and kick inside her bloated belly. She felt like the luckiest woman in all of Kumandra.

Certainly a bigger dragon nerd than Namaari, especially in the literal sense.

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All these years (Part 8)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Ex girlfriend Reader

Warnings: pregnancy test, mentions of sickness and things related to pregnancy

Summary: Separated by a disagreement, Charles and Y/n meet again after years apart and all the feelings they had repressed come flooding back.

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Two years after the last chapter

I left work early because if I stayed there for one more minute, I would throw up.

I knew what it meant. Or at least I think I know what it meant.

It's been a few weeks since my period hasn't come down, but I blamed work stress for it because it wouldn't be the first time it happened. But I never had nausea with it.

After Charles moved here, we tried a few times to have a baby but it didn't work out, so we decided that when it happened, it would happen.

Since I left early and he would take a few more hours to come home, I decided to do a pharmacy pregnancy test in the laboratory bathroom, the same place where I would do the blood test.

I got there and did the test in the bathroom after filling out my form. Since I didn't want to know now, I put it back in the box it came in and placed it in my bag.

[...]

After doing the blood test, I got the number where I would check the result online and left. I got home before Charles, took a shower, and then came out with my hair wrapped in a towel, wearing only underwear and a top. I stopped in front of the mirror, analyzing my belly. It was slightly elevated, and if I didn't think I was pregnant, I would say it was just bloating.

I put on one of Charles's black hoodies and a pair of socks and after drying my hair, I left the room and went to the kitchen to do something.

Since the test would take some time to be ready, I needed to distract myself, not to mention that I wanted him to be with me to see the results together.

So, I decided to make vanilla cupcakes with Oreo frosting.

I made the batter, added pieces of cookies in the middle, filled the cupcake liners and put them in the oven. Then, I started making the frosting.

And after finishing and eating many cookies, Charles comes home and is amazed to see me there since I usually arrived after few minutes after him.

"Hi, love, did you leave early?" He takes off his shoes at the door and comes over to me, kissing me. "Wow, made cupcakes. Are you trying to tell me something?"

"I just needed to distract myself." He smiles. "Go take a shower and come back here afterward."

"I'm afraid of what's to come." He goes, but in the middle of the hallway, he comes running back. "You're not going to break off our engagement, right?"

"No, go take your shower." I said, laughing, and he kissed me once again and ran off.

In the meantime, the oven beeped. I took them out and placed them on the counter.

I was arranging them on a glass plate when I felt him hug me from behind and leave a little kiss on my neck.

"I love you, you know?"

"I love you too, babe." I turned to him, and he picked me up and put me on the counter.

"So, what do you want to tell me?"

"I felt sick at work today and left early."

"And are you okay?" He asked worried.

"I am, I decided I would take a test to confirm what I suspected."

"What do you mean?"

"My period is late." He still looks at me without understanding. "I might be pregnant, Charles."

"Seriously?" I nod, and he starts giving me several little kisses on my face, making me laugh. "And are you really pregnant?"

"I don't know. I did a pharmacy test and a blood test, but I didn't have the courage to look yet." I opened my bag, taking out the box. "Do you want to see?"

"Of course." He takes the box and looks. "Here it says you're not."

"Oh." He looks at me, and by now, I was almost crying.

"Hey, everything will be okay. Is the blood test result available?"

"Still a few hours left."

"Then I'll help you finish your cupcakes, and we'll go to the couch to watch a movie."

We put the frosting on, and then he picked me up, carrying me to the couch. I settled on him, and he tuned into a channel that was showing "Grown Ups."

[...]

After a few hours, we ended up falling asleep. Now it was 8:30 PM, and Charles was entering the code to see the result.

"Ready?"

"No." He laughs. "But we have to see."

He pressed enter, and soon he started reading what seemed to be there. He stood up, putting his hands on his face, and I saw tears in his eyes.

"It's negative, isn't it?"

"It's positive." He says in a whisper, and I get up. "We're going to have a baby."

"Are you serious? Don't lie to me because I'm very sensitive right now."

"Were have a baby, love, for real." He holds my face.

"We did it." He smiles.

"Yes, we did."

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