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diejager · 10 months

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Yandere Pyramid what if he gets reader pregnant Just go crazy with this hahaha

(IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE I DON'T KNOW BUT WITH HIS AMOUNT OF CUM I WOULDN'T DOUBT IT)

Paring : YANDERE Pyramid Head x fem!reader

Cw: smut, possible NON-CON/DUB-CON, tentacle tongue, possessive behaviour + sex, breeding, pregnancy, creampie, belly bulge, tell me if I missed any.

Wc: 674

He'd go wild at the idea of knocking you up, watching your soft stomach bloat with a new life and your breasts swell, nipples leaking milk that he could suck until his kid came out. He'd fuck you until you get pregnant, stuffing you with his cum and his cock, keeping every little swimmers inside your bulging heat. He liked watching you strain around his girth, walls twitching and closing tightly around him, your cries echoing under his metal pyramid.

It's a ritual, every night, any spare moment, he'd have you sprawled under him, rutting his length into your red, swollen cunt until you grew limp, a little cumdump for him. His bulbous tip kissed your cervix, pushing against your womb's entrance and pumped generous load after generous load into your warm, fertile womb, a virgin to childbirth.

Whether he had you under him, pounding away the hours of the night - or day if he felt like it - over him, riding his thick and veiny cock until your slick covered his whole abdomen, or against a wall, rattling the structure with his punching thrusts when felt especially feral; he made sure to cover you in his musk, body smelling of him with reminders of last night, dark bruises marring your skin.

They were brandings of the finest he could give (other than his seed branding your spasming cunt as his little cockdrunk survivor.) to show others who you belonged to. He's had his possessive strikes, growling at killers and survivors who got too close to you for his liking, waving his broadsword and shaking the ground in strong ripples.

Pyramid Head was exceptionally possessive, being a creature of grief and regret created for a sole purpose, granting him nothing to his name or soul to own. Such a situation makes a person - any person - possessive of their things, like a child deprived of toys and love, they grow possessive and careful.

And to add a child, some would think he'd hate his child for taking most of your attention, your affection and your time, but this child was from yours and his blood, a creation of yours. It was the second thing he could call his own, a living being - beside you - he could care for and nurture, it played with a more domestic side of him. It would simply mean he'd take more drastic and scary measures.

Just a big, broad Pyramid Head growling at anyone with his equally big toy in hand, truly the scariest guard dog in The Entity's world (Guard dog privileges+).

Extra: during the pregnancy

Man is oblivious to the struggle of women, especially pregnant ones. Mood swings and odd cravings make him scratch his head in confusion. Was it safe to eat pickles, then peanut butter and tuna in a sitting? Would it be bad if you woke up in discomfort and your stomach was ready to empty itself?

He's as clueless about childbirth as a baby, every step had to have help from The Nurse and The Doctor, both having some experience with pregnancies in their previous lives. Reluctantly, he'd call for them once he sees you hunched over a bowl, puking yesterday's food. If there was a step-by-step book about pregnancies, perhaps a 101 tips about pregnancies for noobs, Pyramid Head would need it, he needs all the help he can get.

He knows not fuck you, naturally, for the safety of his child. That, however, doesn't stop him from pleasing you, using his thick fingers to pump and curl into your upper wall and flick your swollen clit when your hormones act up and you get horny; or he'd tonguefuck you into overstimulation, with his tentacle-like tongue that slithers from under his mask, long and wet. He's agile with it, twisting his tongue in every sense and curling it into a ball to fuck you.

He's talented with his cock, his fingers and his tongue, nothing can stop him from caring for your needs, he's skilled in many ways.

#yandere x reader #pyramid head dbd #pyramid head x reader smut #pyramid head x reader #pyramid head #pyramid head smut #dbd smut #dbd x reader #dbd fanfic #dead by daylight smut #dead by daylight x reader #Dead by daylight pyramid head #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x you

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cherryberry-sugarandspice · 8 months

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Could I request some hcs with Atsv Miguel x Milf Reader? Instead of (Dilf) him with Gabriella like the fic on ao3 what about a mommy or spider woman mommy reader with his child?

ugh ima go crazy with this one yall *barking* like miguel enjoys a domestic life

Miguel O'Hara x Milf!Reader Headcanons

Miguel is definitely overprotective of you during your pregnancy. He always calls or texts to check in on you and the baby, attends every ultrasound and asks a CRAZY amount of questions, and if you're about to run out of prenatal vitamins, he goes to the store to buy you two extra bottles.

He attends to every need. If you call him while he's patrolling the city for a hot dog or a cheeseburger with a jar of mayo, you bet your ass he's buying what you're craving.

He adores your round belly. Hands have to be constantly on it. Whether the two of you lay in bed or out in public, his hands are always on your belly.

By your side the entire time during your labor. Massages your aching hips as you go through contractions and supports you as the two of you walk around the hallways. He wipes away your tears and tells you how good you're doing. He holds your hand as you push, smiling once he hears the cries of his newborn baby.

A little girl, because come on, he's a girl dad.

Miguel first makes sure both his girls are good before going to get your burgers, because during your 47 hour labor (yeah it was long) you were only allowed ice chips and you were STARVING. So he got you two burgers and a large fry, because his wife just went through hours of grueling labor and needs to fill that belly up.

Loves your body before the birth and loves it after. Your belly is wrinkly and covered in stretch marks, love handles pudging out and thighs big. He noticed once the two of you got home that you were having a hard time with yourself, and listed off a number of reasons why he adores your body, which actually took thirty minutes and if you hadn't stopped him he would've kept going

Miguel is appreciative of you. Nine months of growing his baby inside of you and going through a long labor, making him a father. He loves you for your time and sacrifice and always make sure you know it. Whether its buying you flowers every two weeks or kissing you all over, telling you how much he loves you

He'll get up in the middle of the night whenever the baby cried or allowed you to sleep in. He does skin to skin contact with the baby, sitting in bed with the baby resting on his chest while checking updates on the multiverse on his watch.

The baby will make noises of distress and he'll smile, turning off his watch and holding his little girl in his hands. "What, mamas? What is it? Are you hungry? Or were you having a bad dream?" He'll rock her a bit before she settles down, and place a kiss on top of her head, breathing in that new born scent. "I'll always keep you safe, mija. You and mama are my world. I promise you, that with me, you will never have to worry."

Once the six weeks of healing are up, the two of you do wait an additional few weeks before having sex. Miguel didn't want to risk hurting you or getting pregnant again, considering you just had a baby. So when the baby was old enough to stay at your parents house for a night, the two of you threw yourselves at each other like wild animals.

Miguel went crazy with his mouth on your cunt, pushing your legs down to your chest, tongue swirling all over your wet folds before slithering into your hole. He focuses on your pleasure first before his own, because after all, you were the one who sacrificed your body. He was just the guy who nutted in you.

Loves wrapping his lips around your aching breasts and drink your milk, rubbing his condom covered cock against your pussy before sliding himself in, you digging your nails into his back as pleasure consumes your body.

"Yeah, that feel good?" he'll groan into your ear, his lips coated in golden nectar. He grinds his hips slowly into you, making sure not to hurt you. Until you begged him to move faster does he fuck into you, his arms on either side of your head, moaning into your ear.

After sex, he'll clean you up, dress the both of you in his t-shirts (his shirt fits on him snug but it's like a night gown on you). Miguel will hug you close, kissing your neck, saying, "You've made my life 100 times better, you know that, right?"

Miguel loves the little family he has and will anything to keep his family safe.

#miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara headcanons #miguel ohara headcanons

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tragedyslut · 1 month

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♡ pregnancy ♡

✶ [ a.anderson ] ✶

♡ ABBY!ANDERSON X FEM!READER ♡

🩷 SUMMARY — how abby would be if you were pregnant, then had the baby etc (requested, just lost the ask) intentional lowercase, as always idc abt proofreading. 🪽

being pregnant was hard on you. as much as it would be anyone. abby was so accepting. even at the start when everyone in the camp thought of you as a burden, she was always there. sometimes she got angry that you couldn't do active duty as your pregnancy went on, but obviously she couldn't blame you for being pregnant. as hypocritical as it was, during the early stages of your pregnancy when you still were allowed on active duty, she'd keep extra eyes on you. anything heavy? she'll lift it. if she caught you doing anything that could in some way harm you or the baby she'd go irate. during the birth it was horrible. no pain meds and in a small abandoned building. it really was not ideal. she was there the whole time, holding your hand and telling you itd be okay.

when the baby was here she loved it about as much as you did. the only thing she didn't like was how god damn loud children were. sometimes your kid would attract runners, clickers, all sorts to the safe house gates and freaked everyone out.

but she loved them nonetheless. she'd play with them, and comfort you when you got overwhelmed from taking care of them. because damn, taking care of a kid in the apocalypse was not easy.

when you were pregnant, she made a note when she was out on patrol to check in every place she could think of that might have any supplies that could help make the pregnancy easier. even after you gave birth, she managed to scrounge up some goats milk, and just overall she was the best. despite being a " cold blooded killer " when your kid said their first words she spent ages crying over it.

when you were pregnant, if anyone even aimed a gun in your general direction that was that. she'd go absolutely insane. she wouldn't let anyone hurt you, or the baby.

#Spotify #ellie tlou #joel tlou #the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #ellie tlou smut #ellie williams smut #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson #abby is scary as fuck #abby being the dom bitch that she is #abby smut

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multiwreckedmess · 8 months

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Kinktober Day 8

Prompt: Breeding Pairing: Hongjoong x fem!reader WC: 900 Summary: PWOP. It is what it says on the label This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Hongjoong or any Ateez member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this. TW/CW Under the cut!

TW/CW: Unprotected, pregnancy talk, called “honey” and “little cumslut”, Hongjoong is needy, so is reader.

Once he started he couldn’t stop, It took one time cumming as deeply as possible in your hole to convince him this was always the way to do it. It became an obsession, a project. Sex turning from one and done into a multi stage marathon. No longer was he worried about cumming early, in fact that way he could just fill you more. Pushing his own seed deeper into your womb as he fucks you again. He’d all but stopped masturbating, even during long tours, saving up his release for when you met again.

Chest pressed into the mattress, hips held high about for him to pound into he jolts and jitters as his own seed spills around him and onto your legs. The first round of the night, a big one. They’ll only get smaller, more painful even as he continues. Because he will continue. “I think it’s gonna take this time,” starry eyed you mutter. The possibility of it actually happening was nearly zero thanks to your implant. Still you say it with conviction because it pleases him. “Everyone will know you’re mine then. No more hiding. I’ll dress you in the finest clothes and show off my work to the world.” Another spurt of cum forces it way into you as he thinks about your stomach, swollen with child. His child. Tits fat with milk. Taking you to art galleries and displaying you alongside his other accomplishments. He pulls the two of you to the side, leaving his cock soaking in the mixture of fluids, rehardening slowly before ever going fully soft. His arm snakes over you, cupping your breast, rocking ever so slightly to bury himself again without disturbing you. His thumb absentmindedly plays with your hardened nipple, dragging it down and letting it spring back to place. “Sleepy.” Your scoot back to his chest, nose pressing into your hair. “I like.” “I know you do, honey. I know you like feeling full. I promise I’ll keep you nice and full.” His lips press against your hair, inhaling the scent of skin and shampoo. “Gonna fuck you all night if I have to.” You moan, his base needy nature on full display. When he holds you like this it’s impossible to feel unloved, unwanted, alone. When he’s rutting into you, promising the moon, you feel safe. It’s easy to fall in and out of blissful sleep, eyelids heavy with pleasure. The persistent targeted drag against your gspot serves to keep you vaguely present as fireworks spark and fizzle.

Hongjoong can feel your body slacken and tense in his arms as you drift between conscious states. “I should let you go to sleep,” he almost sounds repentant. Truly he feels a little guilty, knowing how hard he’d pounded into you previously. A good climax was better than any melatonin or cbd gummy to get you into a hazy dreamlike headspace. “Don’t let me, wanna cum again,” you whine. You’re always whinier when you are tired, after your first round. Hongjoong knows this. He knows round two is not the time for hair pulling, snarling, fuck-you-dumb, crass kind of sex. Even though you both like it. Round two is for exactly this; hazy, needy, sloppy, whiny sex. “Oh Honey,” he coos, “need more before bed? My little cumslut needs more?” You toss your top leg forward onto the mattress, opening yourself up for easier access which he eagerly takes. Abandoning your breast in favor of carefully rubbing circles around your clit, Hongjoong groans. He can feel your walls tightening with your stomach, anticipating the next wave. “More, more,” you beg and plead, “want more.” “Even when you’re all fucked out your walls are milking me dry,” Hongjoong sounds deliriously happy. Your cunt is sloppy with release, slick slap of his balls against your skin is proof enough of his handiwork. “Wet little pussy, working me so well. So good for me.” He tugs at you, rolling with you on top of him, using the full force of his thighs to fuck up into you, deeper and deeper. “I’ll give you as much as you can take.” Through the haze of your orgasm you can feel the twitch of his dick, lodged as deep as he can go. Spurts of release force remnants of round one from you, a white ring forming at the base of his cock. “Thank you,” you babble. Body shaking, possessed by pleasure. His pleasure. He enjoys every second of it, holding you tight as though he could absorb it. You can barely breathe, eyes rolling back. Your walls squeezing another dry, painful orgasm from him. The pain completes him, penance for using you, for wanting to own you like he does. You aren’t his but maybe just maybe if his cock is the only thing your cunt craves, you could be his. Exhausted, both of you flinch and jitter, muscles activating randomly as your overstimulated nerves cool down. His member stays lodged inside, a poor stopper for your leaking hole. Another sign your night is not yet over. “Is this all me,” Hongjoong asks, running a finger along the tight muscle of your pussy. “Going to have me dripping in your panties for weeks.” He can already feel the faint twitches of his rehardening. Lacing his fingers between yours you pull him close despite the slick and sweat. “Again, just in case,” you giggle. “Just to be sure.” “Of course honey, to be sure.”

Hated that I kind of had to be short and sweet with this but if all my kinktober fics are 2k+ words...well. TBH this particular kink is one of my favorites to write so trust it will be in others as well.

#hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong smut #ateez smut #atz smut #ateez kinktober #atz kinktober #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kpop kinktober

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radwitchhh · 29 days

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This mother's day. Remembering all the mothers who didn't want to become mothers but had to go through coerced pregnancies for centuries. All the teen girl children who were denied abortions and were forced to carry children of their m@le rapists. All the mothers who suffer immense trauma during and after childbirth, and thus disassociated themselves from their babies and at times, wanted to k!ll their own infants because no one understood their pain. Mothers who perform extreme domestic and emotional labour for their babies but never get anything in return except for patriarchal glorification and romanticization, so that they continue sacrificing their lives when they don't want to

Mothers who lost their children because of m@le supremacist custody laws. Mothers who are raped by their own sons. Mothers who are violated by their husbands while they are pregnant. Mothers whose health was compromised because everyone prioritized their babies' health only. Mothers who are accused of being selfish for prioritizing themselves when they are entitled to it. Mothers who are Gods, who create us all but the insignificant father gets to take complete control over the children.

Surrogate mothers, whose wombs are exploited as privileged folks oppress them via mass commodification of their bodies and their capability of giving birth. Mothers who kill their m@le partners for abusing their daughters. Mothers who are shamed for breast feeding and showing their pregnant bellies in public. Mothers who are the natural protectors, because every cell of her body gives life and strength to her children. Mothers who give away their food and utility shares to their children and survive on crumbles.

Mothers of P@l3st!ne who are suffering alone and have lifelong traumas, as they are carrying the dead bodies of their children daily, made to go through c-sections without anaesthesia and are giving birth with no aid, relief, food and water. Mothers of Congo losing their children to mine exploitation daily. Mothers of Sudan being abused by Ar@b militia m3n. Mothers of Yemen, Syria, Lebanon. Mothers of Iran mourning their daughters' lost lives after their abuse by the m@le supremacist I$lam!c regime. Mothers of Afghanistan whose daughters can't study and who can't move around the country without the permission of a m@le guardian.

Mothers in South Asia forced to go through multiple pregnancies because their in-laws want a son. Mothers in Sindh and Punjab suffering fistulas. Mothers in India, Pakistan and China made to see the murder of their new born infants because their babies are females. Black and Hispanic mothers in US denied abortions and facing medical misogyny. Indigenous mothers fighting to protect their lands. All the refugee mothers of war and climate change displaced with no homes. Mothers in garment factories of Bangladesh making clothes of the whole world in abusive working conditions. Mothers who are called misogynist derogatory labels of "uterus havers" and "menstruators", when only females can be mothers and no m@le can ever be.

Animal mothers being brutalized in the meat and animal industry. Mother cows, chickens, goats, sheeps and pigs abused for irregular and exploitative meat and milk production. Mother orcas fighting elites to protect their children. Mother dolphins mourning the deaths of their children due to m@le created pollution in the ocean. Every animal mother finding it difficult to survive and keep her children safe as m@les ruin the goddess Earth's natural ecosystems daily.

Also, motherhood is not a monolith, mothers are not angels and don't have to be. While, mothers are divinely great there are mothers with internalized misogyny, who further make their daughters suffer the same misogynist traumas. Mothers who sell their daughters into prostitution and arranged marriages, and continue being strongest foot soldiers and secondary agents of patriarchy. Mothers who brutalize their daughters with fgm and breast ironing. Mothers who deny food to their daughters.

Mothers are the Creators, the Gods who have faced oppression by the m@n's world for centuries. The whole world of m3n will shatter without the labour of these Gods. You can love or hate your mother as a daughter based on the relationship you have with her

Happy mothers day to the creators of all human beings!!!

#radicalfeminist #radfem #radical feminism #ecofeminism #women of colour #radical feminist safe

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petitelepus · 2 months

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You're pregnant but your mate and Alpha Kyojuro is on a month-long mission until he suddenly returns home and wants to spend some quality time with you. He gets a taste of motherhood and a little more.

NOTE: Okay, you guys asked many times so I wrote you a second chapter! I hope you all enjoy this one also!

WARNINGS: Omegaverse, Female Reader, Omega Reader, Yandere Kyojuro, Alpha Kyojuro, Pregnancy Kink, Lactation, Milk Drinking, Threatening

PART 1 - PART 2

The night was over and the morning sun rose. You woke up a little earlier than usual and were yawning as you woke up properly and looked to your side to see an empty spot on the futon. Kyojuro still hadn't returned from his month-long mission and it made you both anxious and worried.

You knew he was strong, the strongest there was, but he was still a man and not a Demon… Though, you were absolutely sure he would come back home soon.

You actually started to think of ways to surprise him and you came up with an old cake recipe you knew back then when you weren't a Slayer yet. No doubt, your mate would be happy if you made him cake! You would need some ingredients from the city, but it would be a very short trip and you would be back before anyone could notice.

So with some trouble, you got up and dressed in a simple kimono, and carefully slid the door open, looking around and trying to be sneaky so that the servants wouldn't spot you.

Kyojuro had given the staff two orders, one was to serve you anything you might have needed or wanted and the second and most important was that you were to be supervised around the clock.

You knew you weren't allowed to leave the Rengoku manor, but you hadn't been outside for months! You only got to step into the inner yard, but otherwise, you were almost locked inside the manor 24/7.

You knew it was for your own good because Kyojuro said so, but you wanted to regain some of your freedom. So you tiptoed through the manor and you made it to the entrance, but just as you were about to open the door, it snapped open from the other side and you came face to face with your mate Kyojuro.

Kyojuro blinked, stunned. He had been away on a mission for a little over a month and the first thing he wanted to do was to get back home to Rengoku Manor and see you, his beloved Omega mate. He didn't expect to see you standing there by the door when he got home.

"My beloved!" The man smiled, but then he noticed that you were wearing sandals and had a small shopping bag with you and frowned, "What are you doing?"

"K- Kyojuro!" You smiled as you looked at your mate, but his smile tightened as he looked at your bag.

"Where do you think you are going?" He asked and you flinched before smiling a little, "I- I wanted to surprise you!"

"Then count me surprised! My beloved Omega came to greet me, her mate first thing in the morning!" The Alpha laughed but you smiled a little, "I actually wanted to visit the marketplace if that is okay with you?"

"Why?" He asked and you could almost feel the atmosphere turning from lighthearted to serious. You swallowed a little, "I wanted to make you something delicious."

"We have servants to do shopping and cooking."

"I know, but I feel like I should do something."

"You don't need to do anything. You're already carrying the heir or heiress of the Rengoku household in your tummy."

Kyojuro looked down at your round stomach with his child growing and developing inside you. The man smiled, but you fidgeted nervously, "I know, but I would love to go outside."

"You can use the manor's inner yard as much as you please!"

"But I would like to see other people also. Not just servants, Senjuro your father."

"My beloved I know you earn to go out, but as long as Muzan is out there, you are not safe!"

"But darling, surely I could maybe visit the town during the day-?"

"Absolutely not!" Kyojuro snapped and you flinched and he quickly realized that he had raised his voice against you. The man took a deep breath to calm himself down and then smiled at you like nothing was wrong.

"It's not safe and as my, Hashira's, pregnant mate, you are in greater danger. Can't you see this?" He said as he reached for you and gently pressed his palm against your round stomach, "I'm just worried about you and our unborn pup. You understand why I worry, don't you?"

"I…" You frowned as you looked down and nodded, "I believe you. I'm sorry… I just wanted to do something nice for you…"

Kyojuro knew you had a good heart, but sometimes that heart of yours overpowered your common sense. No matter, your intentions were kind and pure, but Kyojuro was filled with more carnal and darker wants and needs.

"You know, I just got back home after a long and tedious mission…" He leaned down and gently bit the shell of your ear, making you gasp.

"I could use some of my sweet mate's company. What do you say Omega? Will you make your Alpha happy?" He chuckled, his husky voice making you shiver and you nodded, "Y- yes Alpha…"

Kyojuro didn't waste any time as he quickly kicked off his shoes and picked you up in bridal style before carrying you back into your own room. He made sure to shut the door behind you and once he was certain that the two of you wouldn't be disturbed, he gently laid you on your futon.

The Alpha undressed you and his gorgeous eyes widened as they locked with your stomach. It had certainly grown while he had been away and he silently cursed how he missed a month of precious time with you, his sweet little Omega, but he felt his cock harden in his pants at the sight of your round stomach.

"Hello there little one…" Kyojuro whispered as he leaned down and gently rubbed your stomach, "It's me, your sire. I can barely wait to hold you in my arms…"

"Y- you will make a great father..!" You whimpered and the man smiled, "I know and you will be a wonderful mother."

You whined pitifully and that sweet sound of yours went immediately to his cock. Kyojuro threw his Haori aside and almost ripped his Demon Slayer uniform off his body. He was naked in a matter of seconds and you grew wet at the sight of your strong mate.

"Alpha…" You whined, and Kyojuro was on top of you in the blink of an eye, carefully avoiding putting any extra weight on your stomach as he kissed you.

Your arms wrapped around his neck to keep him there and he loved it.

Kyojuro was kissing you and moved to squeeze your nicely swollen breast but to his surprise, you moaned against his lips and his palm got wet. He pulled away from your lips and looked at his hand, seeing drops of milk running down his palm.

"Ah- I- I'm sorry Alpha!" You cried out, absolutely horrified and embarrassed, but Kyojuro couldn't hear you. His eyes were locked on the small trail of milk and he could feel his cock harden to the point he was almost in pain.

You were already producing breast milk? Oh, how the time passed quickly. Curiosity got the best of him and he licked his palm clean and he immediately shouted, "SWEET!"

He was suddenly so thirsty. Surely the baby wouldn't mind if its sire would enjoy some of its milk, right? It wasn't like it needed the milk just yet.

"Ah, Alpha, please!" You weren't sure what you were begging for, for him to quit or for him to give you more.

"You poor thing! They must hurt!" Kyojuro laughed as he squeezed your breast and you moaned as milk leaked from your nipple.

"They do…" You nodded furiously, "Please… Help me…!"

"Anything for my sweet little Omega!" Kyojuro laughed as he leaned down and wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked-!

"AH!" You cried out as milk streamed straight from your nipple and into Kyojuro's mouth. The man moaned around you as the sweet milk hit his tongue and he eagerly swallowed and sucked for more.

Just a couple more months and he would have to learn to share you with your pup… But until then, you would be his and his only.

As he suckled on your left breast, his left hand started to fondle your right breast, but never squeezing hard enough to make the precious milk come out. He was going to get some more when he was done with the current one in his mouth. With his free hand, he gently massaged your round tummy.

You were moaning and whining as you felt the pressure in your full breast ease with each suck of your darling Alpha's lips. Not only did it bring you relief, it brought you pleasure and you were rubbing your thighs together to get even a little bit of friction to your sex.

Finally, Kyojuro let your breast go and you whined in the loss. It was pure music to your Alpha's ears.

"I can't play favorites now, can I now?" He chuckled as he licked his wet lips before switching the breasts. You threw your head back in pleasure as he sucked and played with your breasts, but your sex was feeling awfully neglected.

"Al- Alpha…!" You whimpered, "My- my-!"

The Hashira pulled away enough to look at you, "What is it?"

"My- my-!" You could mutter another word as you pointed down but Kyojuro got the idea what you wanted.

"Shh, just hold on my little Omega, just hold on. I'll take care of everything."

You nodded, choosing to believe him and the man grinned as he started to suckle again but this time his free hand slid from your tummy to between your legs.

Kyojuro's fingers brushed over your sex's lips and he was almost shocked by how wet you actually were already. You moaned as you felt him touch you down there and your hips bucked, begging for more and the Hashira lived to please you. There was literally no resistance as he slid one finger inside you, second and third quickly following the first one's example.

You were a moaning mess as Kyojuro played with your breasts and twisted his fingers inside you, preparing you for taking his cock. With his lips sucking on your breast and hands playing and preparing you, you were quickly spiraling towards your first orgasm.

"I'm gonna-!" You choked, "Gonna come!"

"Then come…!" He growled and Alpha's order was absolute and you come with a loud cry of Kyojuro's name. The man could feel you coming with his fingers, your sex squeezing, and wetting his digits. He kept sucking your breast and fucking you through your orgasm with his fingers and he would have kept going if you wouldn't have started to pat the top of his head.

"Alpha, no more…!" You whimpered, "I need you in me…!"

"As you wish," Kyojuro smirked as he gave your breast one last suck and pulled away. There was a trickle of milk running down his chin so he wiped it off with the back of his hand and licked that clean also. You moaned weakly at the sight and spread your legs for him.

The Alpha's gorgeous eyes immediately snapped to look at your soaking wet leaking sex and his cock twitched, eager to be inside you. So without wasting any more time, he settled between your thighs and positioned his cock so the fat tip was kissing your entrance.

"Ready, my Omega?" He asked and you nodded eagerly, "Please, Alpha…!"

Kyojuro growled as he grabbed your hips and thrust his cock into you, making you both cry out in sudden pleasure. You had been without your Alpha for over a month and it had been torture not to touch yourself, but it only made it extra good to have him inside you that moment.

The Alpha was also lonely on his mission without you and now that he was there, back by your side and inside you, he never wanted to leave again. He could feel your tight sex squeezing his cock like a vice and he really had to focus so he wouldn't come before he had fucked you silly.

Kyojuro breathed in and out, collecting his breathing and calming himself so the fire inside him wouldn't take control… But when he looked down at you and saw tears of pleasure running down your face he almost lost all control he had. Just before he was about to succumb to his fire, he heard you whimper.

"Ah, the pup…!" You whined and Kyojuro immediately realized that the baby must have been pressing down on your stomach in your position.

The man groaned as he pulled out and positioned you so you were lying on your side. That way the pup wouldn't press down on you. You sighed, feeling a lot better already but your Alpha wouldn't do anything to you unless he was certain that his child and you were both alright, "Can you continue?"

"Yes… Please…!" You begged and Kyojuro growled as he fixed his hold on you and pushed his cock back inside you. As you both moaned, he decided to continue where he left off and started to eagerly fuck you.

Your sex was pulsing and squeezing him with each thrust, signaling how you were enjoying the sex. Kyojuro could hear the lewd squelching sounds coming from the spot you two were connected as he fucked you and it encouraged him to just fuck you harder.

You whined in embarrassment when you heard the tell-a-tale sounds of you two having sex, but while you were embarrassed, Kyojuro was proud.

Not only that, but were honestly being so cute, his perfect little Omega, whining and whimpering below your Alpha, tempting him like no one else had ever done before.

"Gods, you feel so good…!" Kyojuro growled as he leaned down and nibbled your ear, "I can barely wait until our pup is born…! Once this one is out, I'm putting another one in you!"

Aroused by his own words, he thrust into you extra hard and you yelped, and he groaned, "You'll do it, won't you? You will give me as many pups as I desire, right?"

"Yes…!" You nodded furiously as your body trembled in heat and pleasure, "Anything- anything for you!"

"Good little Omega…!" Kyojuro smirked. He had you exactly as he wanted. You were gasping for air in need and as you moved, your hair slid aside, uncovering the mark your Alpha had left on you when he had claimed you as his own all those months ago.

The sight made the Hashira immediately nuzzle his nose against the mark, smelling your sweet scent that was even sweeter with the pup in your tummy. He was nearly salivating as he smelled you, you were that sweet.

"Alpha, I'm going to-!" You were cut off by a well-aimed thrust, but your loving possessive Alpha understood what you were trying to say. He could feel it, feel how you were close to coming and so was he.

"Come, come my little Omega… Come for your Alpha…!" Kyojuro whispered and you cried out as your whole body convulsed and you came violently after a month of celibacy.

Your beloved man could feel you coming as he fucked you through your orgasm but he didn't let himself come just yet despite feeling the knot on the base of his cock swell. No, he waited and kept fucking and prolonging your pleasure until you were an oversensitive mess, crying and wriggling beneath him in ongoing pleasure.

He kept fucking you until you felt your third orgasm coming and once you succumbed to that third orgasm, Kyojuro let himself come. The man growled more like a beast or Demon as he pushed himself as deep as he could go, his fat knot popping inside you before he came and shot his cum inside, painting your insides white with a generous amount of cum.

You were crying and drooling as you came down from your high, body shivering and twitching. Kyojuro, your strong and loving Alpha panted lightly, sweat glistening on his body as he looked adoringly down at you, his precious Omega who had just been fucked silly.

Carefully, he moved himself so he was spooning you from behind, not going to try and force you two apart. His knot would calm down on its own with time but until that happened, the two of you were locked together.

Kyojuro wrapped his arms around your midsection, just below your breasts, and held onto you, whispering sweet words to your ear as you waited. During that waiting, you managed to fall asleep after all that vigorous sex. It made the Hashira feel proud, to be able to fuck his mate into sleep.

Finally, his knot deflated enough for him to pull himself out of you. Kyojuro smiled as he looked down at your resting form, reaching forward and grabbing a strand of your hair that he played with his fingers.

"My little Omega… Mine and only mine…!" He hummed as he carefully pulled a blanket over your naked body and got up to dress.

Kyojuro pulled a spare yukata on before he stepped out of your bedroom, and just in time when one of the servants popped from around the corner.

"Lord Rengoku, you're back!" The young Beta woman gasped and Kyojuro turned to look and smiled at her, "Yes, I just returned a while ago."

"I'll let young Lord Senjuro and your father know-!" The woman was about to leave, but the Alpha pointed his finger on the floor before him, "Come here."

"P- pardon?"

"Come here. I want to talk to you about something."

The woman was confused but approached her Lord as he requested.

"What is it, my Lord-?" The Beta didn't get a chance to finish her sentence as Kyojuro's hand moved like lightning and snapped around the poor woman's throat.

"Hrk!" The voice got caught in the woman's throat. She looked at Hashira in shock, and that shock turned into fear as she saw the absolutely dark and ferocious look in Kyojuro's eyes.

"You almost let my wife go out in her state…!" The Alpha growled quietly so he wouldn't disturb your rest, "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for a pregnant Omega out there…!?"

The woman started crying as she furiously nodded her head, slowly running out of breath. She brought her hands up, desperately clinging to her Lord's wrist and trying to ease the pressure around her throat.

"You're lucky I came back when I did. If anything would have happened to my little Omega, you would be dead where you stand…!"

The Beta woman was about to pass out, but before she could, Kyojuro dropped her on the floor. The woman coughed and gasped for air as she cried and pathetically looked up at her Lord but the Alpha offered her no sympathy.

"Tell the rest of the servants that my mate is not to lift a finger until that pup is out of her…! And if you tell anyone about this, I'll make sure you don't work in this city or in any other place ever again. " He growled, "Have I made myself clear?"

The poor woman nodded, understanding the silent threat. She rushed to get on her feet and ran away to let the rest of the servants know that their Lord had come back and had given them new orders about how to treat and serve you, the young bride and mate of the Flame Hashira.

Kyojuro huffed. He was sure that his mother wouldn't have approved of him threatening the servants, but he was also sure that his mother would have forgiven him, taken that he was only looking out for his precious Omega's safety.

"Kyojuro..?"

Speaking of his Omega. Kyojuro peeked back into the bedroom and saw you looking at him from your bed. The man smiled as he walked to you and kneeled by your resting form. You blinked tiredly as you looked at him, "Where did you go…?"

"I had a small talk with a servant." He replied honestly, "Can I get you anything? Something to eat or water perhaps?"

"Some water would be nice." You nodded with a small smile, "I doubt you are that thirsty."

The man chuckled, still remembering the taste of your sweet milk on his tongue. Good thing for him, baby wasn't due for a couple more months so he could feast on your breasts before he would have to learn to start sharing you.

"I love you," Kyojuro said as he leaned down and kissed your temple, "I love you so much."

He looked down and gently placed his hand over your body where your stomach was and where your pup was growing, "I love both of you."

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the-hidden-empire · 1 year

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How they are during you’re pregnancy:

Fluff/ NSFW +18

Thrawn:

- “I’m pregnant.” You announce to you’re husband who had been in the admits of reviewing battle plans.

- He smiled to himself as he slowly shuts off the holograms, and made his way towards his beautiful wife.

- “I had my suspicions.” He spoke with amusement.

- He had a feeling you had fallen pregnant after showing symptoms.

- Felt honoured that you were willing to bring his child into this world.

- Wouldn’t want any other woman to mother his children.

- Made sure his wife and child were top priority.

- He still had to attend to his work duties, so he would keep you both onboard the the Chimaera.

- He accompanied you to every appointment back on Coruscant.

- When you started to show, he had a problem trying to contain himself.

- He couldn’t keep his hands off you.

- Just when he thought his wife couldn’t get anymore beautiful, you keep proving him wrong.

- Watching you’re body change was captivating to him. A true gift.

- Never wanted you to stop being pregnant.

- He bedded you almost every night.

- You’re hormones and increased limbo triggered his testosterone to kick in on overdrive due to his alien origins.

- The chiss men cherished their pregnant wife’s/mothers to their children.

-They devoted themselves to the mother of their children. They’d protect them with all their power.

- Thrawn was no exception.

- He would hold you’re bump from behind to help relive pressure off you’re back as he viewed his work.

- Would keep you away from from his work especially now that you were carrying such a precious package.

- Would allow you to stay on board the cruiser with him so he could protect you from harm. His ship was the safest place in the galaxy for you.

- He felt feral for you’re naked form with that baby bump protruding.

- He loved that the bump got in the way of most sexual activities.

- Turned him on to no end. He’d love holding you’re swollen breast.

- During a evening walk among the empty halls in the ship, you has heard him cough politely trying to get you’re attention

- “As mesmerizing as you look my darling wife, I would prefer to be the only man who sees my wife’s breast leek.” He humoured lightly.

- At first you knit you’re brows together, before realizing what had happened.

- You’re poor breast we’re so sore that you hadn’t notice them leaking through you’re fabrics.

- You’re checks turned a shade of crimson red.

- He gave you his jacket to cover you from unwanted eyes as he quickly escorted you back to you’re quarters to change.

- But he helped you pump the breast milk first.

- Would inspect the liquid between his finger with his signature grin.

- “Women are truly incredible specimens. The key to all life. And here you are about to bring life into this world. It’s truly magnificent.”

- Analyzed every ultra sound/ medical reports.

- Was concerned about missing his child’s introduction into the world. Won’t voice his worry to you thought, you had enough to worry about.

- Found you’re irritability attractive, you yelling at troopers to get out of you’re way, he liked the face, feistiness that blazed within you.

- Would watch you from the ship’s control centres when he couldn’t be around, keeping tabs on you at all time.

- Three months before you’re due date, you’re husband had been report mia.

- But nothing would stop Thrawn from getting back to you, his only goal was to get back before you gave birth.

- He had found a safe heaven for you to safely deliver and raise you’re child in secrecy.

- Had you escorted by bounty hunters to a remote location he could keep you safe (and plan for his return).

- He was incredulous at the sight of how large you’re bump had became.

- You both shared a passionate kiss, which turned into a night of tears and passion between the sheets.

- You had one last go at intercourse before you’re water broke.

- As he finished inside of you, you both felt you’re water break.

- He called the midwife and doctor.

- Between the three of them, you had managed to give birth to a beautiful girl.

- He cut the umbilical cord with his own knife that had been gifted to him by you during one of his many promotions.

- You were to exhausted to hold her by you’re self as you fought off the sleep in you’re eyes, so he helped you hold her.

- You thanked him for coming home for her, then you fell asleep so innocently. Like a baby yourself.

- He helped clean you and you’re baby up. He didn’t wish for help of the midwife.

- Chiss men usually take the duty of cleaning wife and baby, a bonding ritual which is taken seriously.

- You’re daughter looked full born chiss, he was bewildered. But she had you’re gave structure.

- That night he held his first true art creation.

- He couldn’t let her go.

- He moved her crib by his side of the bed so he could check on both of you.

- Also held you in his arms that night extra carefully. He knew how much strain you’re body endured.

- You had been the artist who helped create the most precious piece of art to ever exist.

- He held you that night, and every night that followed with such protection.

- You and you’re daughter would always be safe in his arms.

- Nothing in this galaxy would rip him away from you again.

- He was going to make the galaxy pay for taking time away from you.

- He wanted to rule with his family at his side.

- Seeing you with one of his children, made him want to make you pregnant all over again.

- Wouldn’t be shy about expressing that idea.

- Plus seeing you’re body change just for his creation, made something in him completely feral.

- Safe to say he would give you as many children as you wanted.

- Motherhood looked good on you, his beautiful little wife.

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crisiscutie · 1 year

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Fluffy Sephiroth BUT the darling actually decide to offer her milk to him (kinda suspecting about his milk kink bit not sure yet)

Oh, the darling is gonna make Sephiroth use his words, finally? Enjoy a semi-silly, fluffy entry in the Crisis Cutie Collection.

Pairing: AFAB Darling/C.C Sephiroth (Pre-Nibelheim) Domestic AU

Word Count: 922

Content Warnings: NSFW (no actual sex but heavy themes present), Milk Kink, Pregnancy Kink.

"Sephiroth?"

The sound of your voice sent his gaze towards the doorway. He saw you there, one hand resting on the curve of your large, swollen breasts. You kept your other hand hidden behind your back while you stared at him with a look of innocence and confusion. Sephiroth was able to admire your swollen, heavily pregnant belly, and the lovely stretch marks that came with it, thanks to the see-through maternity top you were wearing. His breath was caught in his throat as he observed more of your pregnant body, amazed that it was his own seed that had caused such an incredible transformation.

As your first pregnancy drew to a close, his heart was a swirl of anticipation and fear, eagerly awaiting the arrival of your baby, yet dreading the possibility of losing you like he had with his mother… He shuddered, shaking the painful thought away before his eyes settled back on the maternity book, his face growing warm. You waddled closer, and sat down beside him, intently studying the maternity book that he was reading and taking note of the new hairstyle he had, a long ponytail with his signature bangs intact.

"I love the new hairstyle... And you're reading that section, again?" You asked Sephiroth, tilting your head at him.

Sephiroth quickly averted his gaze, his ears burning with shame. Of course, you happened to catch him re-reading the breast milk section of his maternity book, at this time... He kept his eyes averted, determined not to let you see the pink flush on his cheeks. You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously.

"…I noticed your surplus milk was causing you discomfort. I was reading this section to find a remedy for your pain..." He said, his eyes now boring into yours with newfound assurance. It was remarkable how he could still channel his cool and professional demeanor, even after having abandoned SOLDIER for almost a year.

You felt your cheeks heat up as a tiny smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. Sephiroth always goes out of his way to make sure you're happy. Despite his sometimes suffocating protectiveness during your pregnancy, you knew that he only had your best interests at heart. You both left your old lives behind, so he was desperate to keep you and your unborn child safe and near him. And even though life on the run has taken a toll on the both of you, his presence always brought light to your day. You had no doubt that your decision to spend the rest of your life with him was the right choice, and you could tell that he felt the same way. With his unwavering will and your shared strength, the two of you discovered a remote village, far beyond Shinra's grasp, and picked out a cozy home to raise your unborn child in.

"Thank you, my love. I have some delicious, fresh milk here... Would you like some?" You whispered, biting your lower lip. An intense, scarlet hue flooded your face. If it turned out your suspicions about him were unfounded, you'd be filled with embarrassment. You lifted a small, delicate glass jar that was adorned with a pretty, purple ribbon. The sight of the creamy white breast milk stored in the jar immediately drew Sephiroth's attention. He then nearly gasped to the sight of the creamy white milk sloshing around the jar as you slightly shook it, and his arousal grew stronger as he witnessed you lay your free hand gently on your pregnant, swollen belly.

"Of course, anything for you." Sephiroth whispered, delicately accepted the elegant glass jar of milk from you, making sure to handle it with the utmost care. Anxiety coursed through your veins as you watched him slowly and cautiously take the lid off the glass jar. Just as the initial drop of the velvety, sweet and creamy breast milk touched Sephiroth's taste buds, it was like he was in a state of bliss; The breast milk had a sweet flavor, but not too overpowering for him. As he tasted more of the milk, he enjoyed the creamy, luxurious texture that rolled across his tongue. To savor something he'd never got a chance to have was a blessing. All thanks to you, his darling. With a satisfied sigh, he savored the last few drops of your sweet milk, and his heart soared with arousal and delight. He tried to drink more of the breast milk but was met with the emptiness of the jar, which prompted him to hang his head in despair.

"Sephiroth? D-did you like it?" You murmured. You didn't know what to make of his previous actions. But when his head came up, he gazed hungrily at your full, swollen breasts, like a predator sizing up its next meal. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as your suspicions that he had an affinity for your milk had been confirmed.

"Yes... Thank you, my beloved wife..."He uttered his words in a tranquil yet almost sultry manner. He still yearns for more of your breast milk to satisfy him. Yes, he already devoured your milk from the glass jar, but could the milk from your breasts now fill the void that he has?

maternity. Alternative Title: Sephiroth's Darling Is Mastering The Art Of Being A Cock Tease

This fic is a sequel to the first set of the Domestic AU headcanons. Also, Sephy is definitely wearing this ponytail, you can't tell me otherwise.

Prequel fic of Fluffy Sephy proposing to the darling is in the works. 😊

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mychlapci · 1 month

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ok i have more mommy megatron thangs to write abt that aren’t really about sex but more about birth just because i like it and i want to share

he always carries varied litters, like… 2-9 at a time and only really big decepticons like phase sixers were single births. he can carry a lot more of ravage’s kittens or insecticon eggs though because they’re smaller which is convenient for larger forces. he’s really quiet during birth but it takes a very long time and is really strenuous so he eats up most of the placentas to get nutrients from his own energon bc he doesn’t trust anyone who’s attending to feed him. and he gets completely exhausted for the next day afterwards so he just lies down in a dark space while the new sparklings nurse and starscream (not one of his brood but also sired thousands during the war) gets to take command for a little while

and on the lost light he starts by giving birth in seclusion because it’s an extremely vulnerable state but soon drift starts attending as one of his brood bc he was already familiar with the process (and it’s comforting in a primal way to have one of his brood with him) and eventually ratchet is allowed to attend too to make sure every new baby is delivered safely. maybe they set up a designated secure room with dim lights and a really low bed with soft comfortable materials so he can deliver quietly and curl up in between each baby coming out. now that the war is over and he’s older it takes a little while longer to get his strength back but in a few days he can be back on the bridge with two of the new sparklings nursing, and a few days after that he’s ready to be bred again

oh yeah and when minibots breed him it usually results in only a few very small sparklings. so there are a few teensy tiny little swerves and tailgates running around and curled up against his breasts. it’s all canon i promise

mhmmm broodmother Megatron my beloved. I can never get him out of my head.

Births are always such a hassle but an inevitable part of it, he can’t help but anticipate them eagerly. In his vulnerable and weakened state, Megatron would never let just any stranger in, but the closer he gets to the crew of the Lost Light, the more of them become his dedicated sires, the more people he allows to be there to help and witness the addition of new life to their ship <3

i like the thought that Drift helps a lot. As one of Megatron’s brood, he makes him feel comfortable and familiar with the experience of birthing. Sometimes he’ll nurse at Megatron’s breasts to help coax the milk out for when the sparklings come, which fully activates the maternal drive in him.

mhmmm I bet Megatron’s valve is very experienced at birthing. He’d birthed thousands of decepticon soldiers, he knows what he’s doing… Still, it’s nice to have one of his brood, or a sire, and a doctor in the room, once he begins to trust them.

Megatron is such a good broodmare for the ship, though. Popping out many little minibots and many big chunky sparklings, always a little swollen either with what’s left of his pregnancy belly post birth, transfluid, or carrying another big litter while the previous one is still latched onto his nozzles and drinking hungrily, while Megatron just continues to do his job as co-captain…. mhmm

#we can shake hands on the birth thing. god i love birth #copying this ask and putting it into my little document where i put all my favourite asks for safe keeping. yay #jk i dont have a document like that.... Yet #valveplug #texty #birth mention #birth #pregnancy mention #lactation

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konigsblog · 1 year

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Baby fevers crazy fr. All I can imagine now is having prices twins. Specifically being pregnant with them. He’s just such a big strong man and his babies are already so big!! You’d be waddling around with a decently sized baby bump only a few months in. And he’d be there for every step of the way before, during, and after the pregnancy ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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he'd be sososoo sweet with you, hands running through your hair and keeping you so safe with him:((;

price cooing at you, you plumb and heavy babies causing your stomach to weigh you down. his thick arms holding your stomach up for you, relaxing into him and whining out in pleasure.

going through morning sickness and dizziness, him pretty much bounding you to the bed so you didn't hurt yourself or the babies!! kissing your tits and watching as the milk ran down them, fingers playing with the thin liquid.

going through birth, squeezing his hand so tight he thought you mind rip it off, nails biting into his fleshy hands as you pushed out your two chunky and large babies, holding them in your arms and crying; them sleeping against your breasts.

price watching them for hours at night, petrified they'd get hurt, you had to drag and force him to bed, with a promise to lick at some of your milk - having so much milk now that you have twins, the liquid running down his chin as he fell asleep against your tit just like how your babies did.

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astroluvr · 2 years

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my masterlist

i'll try to keep up with this, but no promises! my harry works are now being posted/reblogged to @harrysfille! below are listed most of my jack harlow fics organized by blurbs, series, and short drabbles. i hope you enjoy!

blurbs!- listed from latest > earliest

Tired: jack is tired, and all he needs is you

Angel Girl: you and jack are getting divorced and he's having a hard time wrapping his head around it. pt 1 is 18+ | Part 2

Crappy Love Stories: jack is your best friend and you love him more than you can bear, so what happens when he asks you to be his fake girlfriend to a family reunion?

Spilled Milk: you and jack are co-parents, and have been for three years. The night he coincidentally comes over the night of your date, the kind of feelings and milk you cry over are spilled

I Got You: where you and jack bring home your daughter for the first time after her birth

The Video Vixen: where jack's dismissal towards reader's feelings that she's kept bottled up leads them to a place neither of them want to be

Met Gala: where reader is an interviewer at the met and something in particular catches his eye

Care: where jack's girlfriend sparks a bit of bitter tension

Bravest Boy: where your and jack's son suffers with anxiety on his first day of school

Reunited: where y/n and jack meet again at a party and discuss old feelings

In Every Form: where your pregnancy insecurities and jack's fans don't mix

Sleepover: where you sleep over at jack's for the first time

Fumbled: where jack realizes just how bad he ruined things after seeing you at the crew league game

Huge, Hormonal, and Hungry: where you wake up for a late snack on behalf of your pregnancy cravings

Drunk in Love: where jack's drunken emotions get the best of him

Mother's Day: where you share your grief surrounding your mother with jack

Lil' Secret: a blurb based off of 'Lil Secret'

And Count to 4: where jack loses his temper at his little girl

A Special Guest: where jack comes and disrupts your kindergarten classroom

The Little Thief: where your younger sister wants jack all to herself

Oh, Brother: where your son wants you and jack back together... for a little brother | pt 2 pt 3

Playing It Safe: where your family is bombarded by the paparazzi

Baxter Avenue: based off of baxter avenue

Handsy: where jack loves to hold your hand

The Bump: where everyone finds out about your baby bump

His Nurse: where jack hurts himself during a rehearsal and you nurse him back to health

Safe (tw): where someone pushes boundaries at a party and jack is there to protect you

Shy: where you're shy and jack loves you

Seal the Deal: where you and jack hit it off at a party | pt 2

series/ongoing stories!

Noah!Jack

concepts + drabbles + insta aus!

reader and jack sharing a favorite tv show

jack dating a girl that loves to sleep

dialogue prompt: "i didn't ever think i could love someone this much..."

video compilation headcanon | pt 2

dad!jack insta blurb

late night snacks

jack being an attentive boyfriend

jack making fun of your waddle

#jack harlow #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #jack harlow masterlist

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lilwifeynextdoor · 8 months

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I woke up with super sore tits today. I'm a little worried and excited that my body might be deciding it's time to make milk whether I get the okay or not. I've had some complications with breastfeeding while pregnant in the past. I want it to go smoothly so bad. Breastfeeding while pregnant is safe during uncomplicated pregnancies which this one has been smooth sailing so far! Breastfeeding while pregnant does lead to cramping and mild contractions I'm not looking forward to being in extra pain, but it's worth it and I am looking forward to being able to feed all my boys again

#lilwifey talks #pregnant housewife #lactating kink #mommy milkers #milk machine #lactating girl #his baby factory #pregnancy update

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madwomansapologist · 2 years

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hello can you do headcanons about yandere klaus mikaelson with a pregnant reader of his daughter (hope)

Klaus Mikaelson being obsessed with you, whos pregnant of Hope Mikaelson

synopsis: It shouldn't be possible. You both didn't think it was possible. But it is. And damn, it is not easy.

warnings: none.

ps: thanks for your request my love! I hope you like it!

• It was a surprise, to say the least. None of you knew that it could happen. Klaus was supossed to be, well, dead. But it happened and now you are pregnant. And the both of you are freaking out

• Obviously it wasn't planned. And not just that, but the fear of something going wrong during your pregnancy was always there. The kid would born as a hybrid? Would they need blood instead of milk? There we're a lot of questions but not enough responses. Your mind didn't know what calm was since then

• If Klaus was protective before, now... He would do anything you need to do. You won't get out of your bed if it was up to him. No obligations, no work, nothing that could hurt you. Klaus would change furniture to ones more safe, will make sure you have every food you like, and will made sure that you always have an loyal hybrid near you

• Klaus would have a whole new shelf dedicated to pregnancy books. About babies, about father, about mother: he saw it, he buy it. And Klaus read all of them. He just wants to make sure you will have the best pregnancy ever and that he will be the perfect father

• Klaus just want to be the father he never had. And he want to be the partner that his mom never had. He want to end up that lineage of relatives hurting relatives. Your pregnancy made him think about his life. He did call his siblings to ask for forgiveness and started to build a more delicate relationship with thm

• He was also freaking out. His fear was that his kid would try to get out of you just like an alien. But as the time goes on, he realize that it wouldn't be so gore. Your pregnancy looked just like a normal pregnancy should look like. You we're tired, painfull, forgotten, nauseated, sensitive, tearful. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't mortal

• What does not mean he stopped being so protective. At the last months he would do anything to stay beside you. He changed your room, so now you both sleep on the first floor, because one day he saw you goind own on a ladder and almost cried with worry

• He also won't let anyone whos not from his and yours family get near you. Your friends and relatives will always have a place in the mansion, but no one else will be welcome there

• You we're the one who chose the name. He couldn't be happier.

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jomiddlemarch · 3 months

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While You Were Sleeping

Epilogue

“We’re never going to sleep again. Ever,” Hermione said from her end of the circuit around the kitchen, before Draco could head into the conservatory detour that Neville had suggested might at least help with their mental health, if it did nothing to aid in the ultimate goal of the twins sleeping for more than an hour at a time. She’d had to raise her voice a little, so Draco could hear her over the babies’ crying, but she couldn’t get too loud or strident, because then the crying would become howling on Rose’s part and a glass-shattering shriek on Scorpius’s. Any significant pausing in walking yielded the same response.

“If you agreed, we could get a House—” Draco began. Again. His grey joggers were low around his hips, his feet bare, a ratty tee-shirt that couldn’t be made any rattier by regurgitated milk thrown on hastily when she’d called him from the nursery.

“Don’t start the ‘House-elves make perfectly fine nannies, see how I turned out argument.’ You know how I feel about it, even if we paid an exorbitant amount, and though I love you dearly, I wouldn’t say the nannying you received did you any favors at Hogwarts. You were a preening little prat for the first few years, when there was some pretense we were children and not pawns,” Hermione replied. “I also don’t want to hear about Black family magicks that would do the trick, either from you or your mother.”

“We’re not following Molly Weasley’s advice and using gin,” Draco said, patting Scorpius on the back in a rhythm that seemed to soothe their son. Or it didn’t and they were deluding themselves. Sleep deprivation could do that to a person, Hermione recalled, from a time when she had done research in a library, wearing a clean jersey and drinking a cup of tea hot from the pot, not stewed and cold and generally disgusting but charmed not to grow Wizarding penicillin on the surface.

“She might have meant we should drink the gin, not that we’d dose the babies, now that I think about it. It’s all fuzzy when I look back,” Hermione said.

“I hate gin,” Draco said. “Simply loathe the stuff.”

“I know. I remember that about you. From a time when we had drinks on a trolley in the sitting room or went to the pub,” Hermione said. He liked wine, preferably red and full-bodied, though he’d get a pint of Guinness if they went out with friends. He’d rather drink Butterbeer than a G&T and forget about a martini, dirty or otherwise. Her craving for cocktail onions had been rather a sore point during her pregnancy, though he’d fetched them and learned not to turn up his nose at her when she ate a jar’s worth in a sitting.

“What’s a pub?” Draco said wryly.

Scorpius squawked. If his Patronus wasn’t some avian species, Hermione would eat her hat. She’d have to fit her traditional pointed witch’s hat first, but then she’d eat it. Maybe she’d chase it with a Gibson.

“Shh, darling boy, it’s all right, Papa’s got you,” Draco murmured, brushing his lips against Scorpius’ wispy blond curls.

Despite the screaming and the exhaustion and the near-constant desire to hex her earlier overly confident and entirely wrong self, the one who’d said things like, twins won’t be so terribly difficult and maybe it’s more efficient to have them together, the babies can keep each other company and they won’t be lonely when they went off to Hogwarts, really, it was a blessing to have twins first, Hermione couldn’t help melting a little whenever she heard Draco talking to their babies, especially when he referred to himself as Papa. She opened her mouth to say something fond and tender, but Scorpius yelped and gurgled and Draco sighed.

“Another geyser. Perhaps we should get those disposable cloths Potter was on about, since we can’t risk Vanishing the spit-up,” he said. Spells around magical infants could be dicey and with a mother as powerful as Hermione, they’d had to play it extra safe.

“He’ll be hungry now,” Hermione said, not even bothering to answer the remark about the burp cloths. Once, her mind had been filled with complex runic equations and the Zaragosta variations on the Berenicean charm progression. Now, she was too tired to even spend one neuron’s worth of attention on the question of burp cloths.

“Time to trade,” Draco said.

Hermione walked over to the rocking chair, settling Rose on her lap for a moment. The novelty of the perspective change would buy about 90 seconds of relative quiet. Draco came over, put Scorpius into the crook of Hermione’s arm and scooped up Rose. His exceptional Quidditch skills were being put to this exclusive use but Hermione suspected both the babies would be avid players, Rose the more likely Seeker. She fiddled a bit with her top and got Scorpius latched on, stroking his plump cheek very lightly so he wouldn’t get distracted and fall off, screaming with frustration. Nursing, he looked very serious, like Draco drafting a response to the Chinese delegation.

“Now, then, ma chére Mademoiselle Rose, let’s take a turn about the room and let Mummy take care of Scorpius,” Draco said. Rose made a series of noises which weren’t quite cries and could possibly be a language no adult was fluent in.

“Molly said it won’t always be this way,” Hermione offered. Scorpius was growing dozy against her breast, still nursing but with less vigor. He’d fall asleep this way but they’d probably only get an hour of rest from him and Rose’s hazel eyes were alert, peering over Draco’s shoulder.

“She would know. Circe’s garters, seven of them. It doesn’t bear contemplating,” Draco said. “My mother says we ought to be grateful, two healthy babies, no sign either will be a Squib, and I am. I am grateful and I love them—”

“You’d just like to get a full night’s sleep,” Hermione said. The first week, the babies had been drowsy and they’d had to wake them to nurse. It had been the right thing to do and Hermione still couldn’t believe they’d done it. Rose had gone nearly five hours when she was four days old and Hermione had faffed about writing thank-you cards for the new baby gifts and peering into the cradle to make sure Rose was breathing when she could have followed directions and slept when the baby slept, letting Draco be the one on duty to make sure the twins were awakened to feed.

“I’d take four hours,” Draco said.

“Three would do me,” Hermione yawned. Draco kept walking, Rose on his shoulder, and Hermione drifted for a bit, lost somewhere between dream and memory.

“You thought it would all go away when we came home. That it wasn’t real,” she said.

“Well, I was a fool and also besotted with you and hadn’t had a good night’s sleep for about ten days,” he said. “Also, we were faking being married. I was your fake-husband.”

“This is real,” she said. She shifted Scorpius to her shoulder, patting his back until he burped, praying he’d stay asleep through it. Draco smiled, too wise to risk laughter.

“It’s as real as it gets, love,” he said. Rose grizzled a bit but lowered her head, her silky dark curls shining against his fair skin, the faint silver stubble of his five-o’clock-now-three-am-shadow. He was tall and fit and terribly kind, terribly clever; he’d do anything for the three of them and he’d gotten her all those jars of pickled pearl onions and had snogged her silly when she had Gibson-breath. He had turned out well after all…

“I might have been overly rigid about the House-Elf proposal,” she said. “A few nights can’t do any harm and we’ll make sure they have exceptional benefits, a pension. The villa in Majorca—”

And that was how Pithy came to be the Granger-Black-Malfoy night nanny, the first House-elf with her own Gringotts vault, and the reason Hugo was born.

Well, a reason. There was a responsible adult creature in the household and there was that villa in Majorca.

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