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#cw: pregnancy
yell0wsalt · 2 days
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Forehead kisses, relieved kisses, running their thumb over the other’s hand
“It… hurts,” Asami panted, fresh coming down from the furious grasp of a contraction. They were but a few minutes apart now. Getting longer and quickly ramping up in intensity. Eyes wild and searching, she looked to the door, then to her dad. “Where is he? He should be here! Did something happen? I need him,” she pleaded. 
Using his free hand to check his phone, Hiroshi shook his head wearily before putting his phone away and taking Asami’s clammy hands back in his. “I’m so sorry, sweetie.” 
His name a ghostly whisper through the space between her teeth. Iroh…
While immeasurable pain racked her body, it still couldn’t compare to the strain in her heart and lungs which threatened to tear her apart. “He needs to be here, now!” She knew how childish she sounded with her demands, but she couldn’t care. Asami threw her head back on the pillow letting the sting behind her eyes take over. Her vision blurred until the flood of tears spilt over. And then more.
“Asami! Are you okay? Do I need to get a nurse?”
Drawn from her emotional state by the familar voice, she turned to the door and beamed. 
“Iroh!”
Before Asami could even finish calling for him, he was already by her side to take over where Hiroshi stood. 
Iroh brushed back several sweaty strands of her hair before pressing his lips to her forehead. 
“I’m so glad you made it… I– I can’t do this without you,” she said, nearly on the verge of tears again.
He squeezed her hand, tracing an arc with his thumb on top. “You won’t have to. I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”
Asami brought his lips to hers fiercely, a renewed sense of strength coursing through her to help bring their daughter into the world.
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lxvvie · 19 days
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141+Vaqueros when they hear that you're pregnant reactions
Price would smile knowingly, kiss your forehead, lay a hand on your stomach, and congratulate you.
There is a strong possibility that your news would silence Gaz to the point that everyone else would be concerned. Give him a minute to digest this, darling.
It's the shock of Soap's life but he's also thinking of baby names for the wee one.
Ghost feigns his calm composure but internally, he's going fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckmumI'mhavingababy.
You and Alejandro stay fucking so he's not surprised you're pregnant again.
Rudy fights to keep a straight face but can't help but smile every time he thinks of the bundle of joy you're about to bring into the world. The one dad who'll really lean into his mother hen tendencies.
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helluvakippie · 1 month
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He's been trying to tell her to sit and rest for hours now.
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dollya-robinprotector · 6 months
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The LI in the cottage give homie goodnight kisses.
“Night bro.” “Goodnight.” *Kisses forehead*
Everyone gets a good night kiss. The kids, mom, and the many husbands.
You get a kiss! 👉
You get a kiss! 👈
Everybody gets a kiss!!! 🙌
Maybe a little kiss for me…🐱 👉👈
Also Kylar just shows up at the front door looking like a drowned cat and Lya just pick him up by the hoodie looking at him like he’s got rabies. Like have a feral cat or outdoor cat that hunts pest.
ksksksks everybody gets a kissssss I love it
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also, the Kylar part is funny definitely not him still trying to sneak in and wait in Lya's bed attempting to kidnap Lya only to be found by Robin also sneaking in Lya's bed like every night instead.
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dirtybg3confessions · 5 months
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Confession:
Look I’m a man, but if Halsin wanted to get me pregnant, by gods I would let him try
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genesiswrld · 4 months
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NSFW Blurb12: Kuai Liang with a breeding kink
Kuai Liang is huffing and groaning as he drills his thick cock down into your wet cunt. Your thighs are pushed down into the plush fabric of the bed by his strong, calloused hands so that your squelching cunt is facing upwards. He’s so deep within you in this position that you can feel his bulbous cockhead kissing your cervix and you’re whining his name breathlessly at the contact.
“Gonna breed you, firefly. Fill you with my baby”. His speech is slurred slightly from the way your hot, wet, channel clenches around his length. “Please! I want… I want it so… so bad”. You beg him, there are tears in your eyes almost at the thought of carrying his baby.
“I know darling, I know I want it too”. He says, spreading your thighs further to make more room for his thrusting hips. His cock drags against something devastating within you and you can’t help but scream, nails leaving crescents and marks on the tan skin of his back. His pelvis grinds into your clit deliciously, making you see stars and the wet slap of his hips meeting yours is driving the both of you closer to your releases.
Kuai Liang notices this and reaches a hand down between your bodies to rub his thumb over your clit in quick circles. “Cum on me firefly, cum on me so I can fill you with my baby sweet thing”. He encourages you, thumb flicking your clit harder until you’re clenching down on him with a sharp cry. Your pussy squirting around his thickness. “Mm, I’m cumming sweet girl, gonna fill you up so good!” He says with a growl, hips stuttering once then twice before he’s emptying his hot load right up against your womb in several sticky globs.
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He wants you round and full of his baby.😩
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kechiwrites · 1 year
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Bd ghost who asks “whose pussy is this.” and won’t resume until reader says the special words (the special words are “yours daddy”) 🫡
see now you got me considering...
baby daddy ghost and reader
cw: breeding kink, daddy kink, mentions of pregnancy
because i truly believe this would end in a stalemate, can you imagine? the GALL. the AUDACITY of this man to try and make you call him daddy, SIR YOUR BIOLOGICAL CHILD BARELY KNOWS YOU.
but jesus would he make it hard to stay strong, sinking deep inside your messy, weeping cunt inch by inch, sliding into your pussy like he never left. His hands are all over you, pushing against your stomach, skating over your stretch marks, pressing into your hips, meticulously cataloguing every unfamiliar change and quirk of your figure now that you've had Tommy.
and the filth is pouring out of his mouth, groaning about how happy he was about fucking you full, leaving an indelible, undeniable mark on you, how disappointed he is that he didn't get to see you get really heavy and round with his kid. How he wants to do it again, and he won't fuck it up this time. can't fuck it up this time. he says he'll marry you, make the four of you a real happy family; you, him, tommy and tommy's little brother. the kid he's fucking into you tonight.
he thrusts against your swollen cunt, holding your face in one of his hands so you can't look away when he presses his forehead to yours, urging you, begging you to call him daddy, "tell daddy to fuck a baby into you, tell me you want it."
it's only because you were pent up, you'll rationalize when he's in your shower and you're remaking your bed. If he'd caught you at a different time, you wouldn't have conceded. wouldn't have whimpered for daddy to keep fucking you. wouldn't have willed your body to him when he asked.
thankfully, you mutually decide to never bring it up again.
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glassbxttless · 1 year
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L&D Baby
Nurse!Steve Harrington x f!Reader
Summary: Steve and his wife are having their first baby— and it happens to be at the hospital he works at.
Word Count: 2.3k+
Warnings: 18+ (editing to add: no sexual themes, but I am literally an adult and do not want minors interacting with my content whatsoever), marriage, pregnancy, childbirth, mentions of a stillbirth, dad!steve, labor and delivery nurse!steve, blood/blood loss, swearing— as always let me know if there’s any tags i missed!
Notes: This is posted over on my ST blog ( @hellfirestxnes ). Once all of my content is moved over here— that blog will be inactive as my main objective is to have one space for myself!
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Steve is tired. His bones are aching and his eyes are sore, but it’s just another Friday really. He has about half of his shift left and he’s off again, thankfully, until Monday. Leaning on the counter at the nurses station, listening to the other nurses gossip and share stories about their kids. And he’s thinking about you at home, sitting pretty and waiting for him to come home— belly swollen with his child. Any other day, he might tuck himself away and use the phone to call and check in, but today… he couldn’t face it. The first delivery he was on that morning, he watched a new mother wish with every fiber of her being that what the doctor was telling her wasn’t true. He cleaned up that baby, took their weight and height, made out the card for the parents that would never get to hear a cry. He bundled up gray, cold skin and hoped that the couple would be able to find peace. Somewhere deep down, he wishes he wouldn’t have heard them ask how did this happen? Everything was just fine this morning. But, now here he sits. Thinking about that delivery, thinking about his wife at home. His very pregnant wife. Your pregnancy has gone by so quickly, been such a breeze. He’s been to as many appointments as he could, especially the ones you were so worried about. But there’s always a reassuring answer of your baby being strong and healthy. A perfect little Harrington. And now, Steve’s never found himself more terrified. If everything can be fine and perfect one second and terribly tragic the next, he doesn’t know where to find his peace. He hangs his head against his hands for a few moments— taking a deep breath. He’s gotta get himself straight, take a few moments. But there’s hellos being exchanged a few feet away and after what seems like a millisecond, a hand is settling on his lower back. He snaps around, prepared to give the whole I’m married spiel he’s done a thousand times, he’s met with the beautiful eyes of his adoring wife. And that softens his features, he’s visibly relaxing.
You smile at him, as he tugs you into his grip. The hug lasts longer than usual and Steve loves hugging you. You rub his back and kiss his shoulder, “you forgot your lunch.” You whisper to him quietly, the bag in your left hand adorning a beautiful band that Steve had so carefully picked out himself. At your words, Steve’s grip just tightens a bit and he kisses your head, sighing out. “Do you wanna eat together?”
“Yeah, angel. Just about to take my break. come on.” he says quietly, leading you down to the cafeteria. He pulls out your chair and you can tell something is distracting him as he sits. He’s busying himself by passing out the food, but he’s quiet and normally— he isn’t. He asks about your day, tells you about his, has told you he loves you a dozen times by now. And he knows you’ve noticed, by the way his eyes flick up to yours and back down again. “I’m okay.” he says after catching the look on your face.
“You’re not.” you reply, matter-of-factly. “What’s going on, Steve? Can talk to me.” you reach over for his hand, thumb brushing over his own gold wedding band. “You’re not acting like yourself.”
Steve sighs heavily, flipping his hand over to take yours gently. “The first birth I was on this morning was a stillbirth and I dunno… just had me thinking a lot.” He explains, his eyes dropping down to your belly across the table. You nod slightly, the hand that wasn’t entwined in his moves to your belly. You’re almost due and neither you nor Steve have ever had to worry about this. Never had it been a thought in your head.
“Just want you guys safe, is all.” Steve says softly and gives your hand a squeeze before he’s pulling it away to eat his lunch with you. And when it’s time for him to get back to work, you stand. There’s a dull ache that starts in your back and wraps around to your tummy, it lasts about 30 seconds as you clean up from lunch. You ignore it as he hugs you tightly, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “I’ll see you at home, okay? Take it easy, rest.” He reminds you, rubbing up and down your arms.
“Yeah, okay.” You acknowledge him with a nod, before you feel another aching pain. But this time it’s accompanied by a slow trickle of fluid down your thighs. And when Steve notices where your eyes are falling, all of the hair on the back of his neck stands up.
“Oh.” Is all he can manage. He’s done this a thousand and ten times over the past few years. He’s consoled laboring mothers, he’s held their hands and cleaned them up, he’s been their support system. It’s his job. But here he is, with his own wife, frozen in his tracks. Your water broke and he can tell with the uncomfortable face you’re making the contractions have started as well. “Okay, angel… let’s… let’s get you checked in.” he says softly and suddenly, you’re more than thankful for the pre-registry packet Steve made you fill out last week. He holds your hand the entire time they check you in and get you into a room. He can hear his pager going off and he’d check it, every now and again, hoping one of the other nurses could pick up his patients, since he still technically was on his shift. But when he can’t put it off any longer, he kisses your head. “Listen, I’ll be right back okay? I’m not leaving you alone for this. I’ll be really quick.” he says softly.
You just nod, munching on the ice chips he had brought you not too long ago. You still feel like you have time. The contractions aren’t that close together yet. But Steve would throw a fit if they even tried to send you home and you know it. Steve smiles nervously when he wheels a cart into another expectant parent’s room. He introduces himself and shakes her husband’s hand when he extends it to him introducing themselves as, “Caleb and Connie Bear.” He's trying to keep the small talk up and keep himself calm— and not to think of his wife four rooms down. “Is this your first?” he asks softly, administering her medication.
“Oh no.” Connie laughs softly and shakes her head, “It’s baby number seven.” She pats her belly gently. Steve nods, a little lost in his own head. A mix of thoughts of the young couple a floor up with no baby to show, his wife laboring without him, and these friendly people working on their seventh baby. “It’s not as bad as you think.” she laughs, catching Steve’s face.
Steve laughs nervously and shakes his head, “oh no. it’s not that.” He smiles softly, “my wife and I wanted around six.” He shrugs, giving her a glass of water.
“You’ve got kids?” She smiles at him and gives his forearm a gentle squeeze as he adjusts her monitors. “You’re so young.”
“Uh… not yet.” He laughs softly and pulls her blanket back up over her. “My wife’s in labor now, actually. Not very far along yet and It’s our first, might have a while to go.” He rambled off nervously.
She smiles at him, a warm and comforting smile, and so does her husband. They remember those days. And Steve does find comfort in that smile. “These things take time.” She says softly, nodding at Steve. “but she’ll know what to do and I know you’ve seen a lot of babies being born but the minute you see yours, everything’s gonna change.” And Steve knows she’s right.
“Thank you.” he says softly. “I’ll be back in to check on you in a little while.” he dims her lights a bit, sighing softly as he steps out of the room and walks over to his station to chart his notes quickly. When he looks up and sees his mother-in-law, that’s when his panic starts to set in. He’s hurrying around the counter, biting the inside of his cheek. “What are you doing here?”
“Y/N called asking me to come, Steve.” She laughs, a sound that reminds him of you. “She knows you’re busy.” She gives his arm a pat and smiles at him. “She’s getting close, from what they’ve told her.”
“And she didn’t say anything to me?” Steve frowns, leading her over to your room. His face is knotted up in confusion when he looks over you. Your feet are planted on the floor, leaning over your bed. He sighs softly, knowing he should have been in here. He walks over, standing behind you to rub circles into your lower back.
“This is how we got into this situation.” You joke, face pressed against your sheets.
The response makes Steve chuckle, rolling his eyes, “oh hush. your mother is here.” He mumbles softly, rubbing your hips gently. “Where did they say you’re at, angel?” he asks softly.
“Eight.” You mumble back, letting yourself melt into Steve’s hands. They slide around to your belly, lifting gently and trying to keep the pressure off of your back in between contractions. “What do you think it’s gonna be?” You ask him, turning your head to catch a glimpse of him. You can see the worry etched into his features. But once he sees the way your hair is sticking to your forehead and how flushed and clammy your skin is— he softens.
“A girl.” He says softly. “Gonna be just as pretty as you.” He whispers softly, helping you switch positions and lie back on the bed quietly. Steve’s head perks up as he sees one of his co-workers take a quick peek in. “What’s up?” he mouths over to her. He watches her point down to her belt, signaling to the pager Steve has forgotten.
He sighs and kisses your head once more, rubbing soothing circles onto your arm. ���I’ll be right back again, okay sweetheart? Your mama’s here. gonna take care of you while I’m gone.” He says softly and squeezes your hand before he’s ducking out and heading down to the Bear’s room, pushing the cot along quietly.
Connie smiles tiredly, having opted for an epidural at the last stage of her labor. Steve’s ready at her thighs, ready to pop the baby up onto her chest. His own head is occupied with the thought of missing the birth of his own child while he welcomes another into the world. His shift would be over soon and then he’ll be sitting at your bedside, holding your hand and keeping you healthy and happy. Supporting you throughout the entire transition of your labor. Caleb rubs soothing circles on Connie’s arm as she pushes, and Steve takes note of the love in the room. How much the two of them lean on one another.
And Steve’s breath hitches in his throat when he’s reaching over her thighs, with their newborn boy laying on her stomach. He’s helping rub the baby dry, eyes flicking up to the delivering doctor when no one hears any cries for just a few more moments. And Steve whispers, panicked, but full of hope, “oh come on, kid.” No one hears him, but Connie— and her eyes are on him as Steve tries his fucking best to coax a cry out of the baby. Even after suctioning his nose and mouth. He remembers the heartbroken looks on that young couple this morning and he couldn’t take it again.
And finally there’s a sigh of relief when the little one lets out their first big wail. Steve smiles watching as Connie holds their baby to her chest, tears welling up in her eyes. She gives Steve’s hand a squeeze, her face silently thanking him. And then as he’s walking away to fill out a stats card for their baby, Steve hears his name followed by someone shouting time to push. And he’s running. He’ll check back in later, but he’s not missing his baby’s birth. You’ve got the rails of the bed in your hands, gripping tightly as you push— and he’s finding your side and brushing back your hair. “I'm here, angel.” He’s whispering through your tears. “I’m here. Look at you. You’re doing so good, mama.”
And it’s a whole new feeling when Steve hears a cry before he even sees the baby. He can see the blood on your thighs as they lift the baby up to place against your chest. The tears in your eyes are falling as you look up at Steve. And he just presses a kiss against your forehead, sniffling back his own years. “You did it, angel.” he mumbles softly.
“Congratulations.” You hear through your OB’s big smile. “It’s a boy.” And then Steve laughs, his smile pressed against your hair.
“It's a boy.” you repeat, fingers brushing against the back of your baby's fresh soft skin. The quiet grunts coming from him fill the room as he roots around trying to latch onto your breast quietly. “Joseph.” You whisper and turn to look up at Steve, remembering the perfect name the two of you had spent the last eight months curating. “Joseph Steven Harrington.” You announce to your mother quietly. And Steve feels himself tear up a bit.
Nothing has ever felt like this before in his life. And once you’re squared away, he makes sure to thank his coworkers quietly. Appreciating every second of them covering his ass tonight. They all congratulate him for the beautiful baby, passing out hugs and offering advice. And Steve soaks it in, every single word of it. Soaks it in like his life depends on it.
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tags ;; @peachyproserpina @eeopxlt
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andreisvechnikov · 2 months
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Congratulations to Miro and Julia on the birth of their daughter. 02.19.2024
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lxvvie · 4 months
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Imagine knitting!Simon finding out that you’re pregnant. You’d knit a pair of little socks and a hat.
“I’ve got something for you, Simon.”, you grin as you give him the present.
“Did you wash them too hot or why are they so sma—…oh.” He’s got tears in his eyes after the realisation hit him.
It came out as an "oh..." but in his mind, Simon was all:
"shite shite shite bloodyfuckinhell—"
He has a kid on the way. Him. A kid.
Simon's gonna be a dad.
And it hits him that his kid'll never know the love of his uncle, aunt, cousin, and, granny.
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Oh no they're both gonna be pregnant. Guess Lucifer got something else out of the deal toooooo
Alastor: *returns from bathroom and slams the test down*
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Alastor: See! The tests are defective! I’ve never…well, ya know…before.
Lucifer: *feeling immensely relieved* oh…a defective product…that’s…good right? I mean it’s not like we both can be —
Alastor: *gags suddenly*
Lucifer: *concerned* Uh…Al? You okay?
Alastor: *holding himself together* I’m fi- *fades into shadows*
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Lucifer: *concerned*
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sunflowerwizard · 2 months
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I think I drew this during the last WyllWeek event but didn't end up posting it, so enjoy some wildly self-indulgent Dad Wyll fluff.
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dirtybg3confessions · 8 months
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Confession: Put me in a room with Astarion for 5 minutes and he will end up pregnant
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desires-of-chain · 7 days
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Idk if you can count it as nsfw but i'll say suggestive
and it's more directed towards an AFAB reader
Just- Just listen, alright?
Imagine, alright? With the group, you declared loudly to them that you wanted a child. It's enough to halt them and have them slowly turning to you, "A-A child?" "With who?"
"Why?"
"Why are we asking with who?"
"You do realize that-"
"I wouldn't mind."
"HUH?!"
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genesiswrld · 5 months
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Blurb2: Pregnant Fem!Reader
Thinking about fem!reader who’s pregnant with Liu Kang’s baby. Thinking about how Liu would lay between her legs and kiss her swollen belly with so much love in his glowing eyes, he’s content and so proud of her for carrying his baby. There are words of praise from him, saying how proud he is of her and how much he loves her. He’s so proud in fact that he moves lower between her legs and eats her out, saying how he’s so proud of her for taking his seed so well and how when the baby is born he’s going to give her another as he continues to fuck her gently on his tongue.
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So, my friend @engie-main gave me the courage to share my thoughts with the world of tumblr and I was like you know what? Why the hell not? Keep in mind I am not a writer and this was super self indulgent. Yes I do have more ‘Blurbs’(is that what I should call this? Lol and it involves Bi-Han🤫) maybe I’ll share them maybe not🤷🏽‍♀️
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yams-here · 2 months
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Pregnant wife, or something like that
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