#“ah yes. we should make this child pregnant”

[alchemisticramblings]

for whoever wants to draw pregnant steve for some reason (why would you do that): have this abomination

(image not mine, i found this off the arcadia oakspedia wiki)

tagging @skryae and @yanyuleia for extra stegnant damage

[starmocha]

Carrot Cake Zayne + Son | 1257 words | Masterlist | AO3 Zayne and his son are identical in appearance, personality, and mannerism, but there is one thing that baffles Zayne about his son. A/N: Needed a smile today, so I finished a wip that’s been sitting around. ❤️ Another part of my LNDS Men + Their Child series, but circling back to Zayne again. 🥹

“Well, doctor, did we forget anything else?”

Zayne looked down at the little three-year-old boy sitting in the shopping cart. The toddler’s appearance was practically identical to his father minus the hair color. The boy grinned at his father.

“Cake!”

Zayne laughed. The little boy was definitely a mini-him.

“You’re right,” Zayne said thoughtfully, “We shouldn’t forget the cake.”

The boy’s smile slowly disappeared, almost as if he remembered something very important. He furrowed his brows in contemplation, speaking softly, “But Mommy said no cakes…”

Zayne leaned down, his face in front of his son, his smile gentle with a touch of mischievousness.

“Mommy is not here. Daddy is in charge,” Zayne said, his smile widening when his son grinned again. “Now what kind of cake should we get?”

“Carrot cake!”

“Denied.”

He pinched his son’s cheek when the little boy pouted. He sighed with mock-exasperation. “I swear you and your mother are always messing with me.”

“But Daddy…carrot cakes are yummy…”

Zayne raised a brow, feeling doubtful. “Who in their right mind would think to use such an ingredient in a dessert…”

“Mommy likes carrot cakes!” the boy said suddenly, hoping this little tidbit of information could persuade his father to change his mind.

“Does she now?” Zayne smiled in amusement, seeing the boy’s earnest look. He casually resumed pushing the shopping cart through the aisle, absently looking at items after items on the shelves with faux interest.

“Yes!”

“She…or you, doctor?” Zayne paused in front of the condiment aisle and grabbed a bottle of soy sauce. As he turned to put the item into the cart, he met his son’s shy smile.

The boy looked bashful, almost embarrassed, as he answered quietly, “…both?”

Zayne laughed. “Maybe there is some truth in that conclusion,” he murmured, his next comment spoken lower and more to himself, “Your mother did eat a lot of carrots while pregnant with you…”

He continued to push the cart through the grocery store. “I don’t know, doctor, you haven’t been able to convince me why we should buy something so terrible.”

The boy frowned, his face scrunching up thoughtfully as he tried to think of a new convincing argument. He looked absolutely determined in his goal to persuade his father to change his mind about carrot cakes.

Zayne chuckled and continued to move through the aisles casually, taking his leisure time. He absently hummed along to the music playing overhead, occasionally sneaking glances at the quiet toddler. He could see his son was still thinking deeply, his only objective was his pursuit of the elusive carrot cake his father was denying him.

“Ah,” Zayne said suddenly, “Tofu is on sale. We can make mapo tofu tomorrow night for dinner.”

Zayne peeked at his son, still not hearing a response. He picked up two containers of silken tofu and placed them into the cart. He pinched his son’s cheek again. “Are you upset with Daddy now?”

The boy pouted. “…No…”

“That did not sound convincing.” Zayne leaned his face down closer again. “We can get a chocolate cake, a castella cake, strawberry, tiramisu…”

“…Carrot cake…”

Zayne playfully pretended he didn’t hear, and pushed the shopping cart through to the bakery department.

“We should get some sandwich bread for breakfast tomorrow,” Zayne said thoughtfully aloud as he examined the array of choices. “We still have that jar of raspberry jam you like…”

Zayne’s words fell on deaf ears. The little boy gasped, his green-yellow eyes catching sight of the cake display. He immediately zeroed in on the two-tiered carrot cakes. He reached out for his father, tapping Zayne’s hand impatiently.

“Daddy, Daddy, the cake, the cake!”

“Hmm?” Zayne continued to feign ignorance. “Oh, right, Mommy did ask us to pick up some steaks.”

He pushed the cart away, heading to the meat department. The little boy’s mouth hung wide open in shock as they walked further and further away from the bakery department. He looked up at his father, lips quivering, but Zayne continued to keep his sight ahead. The toddler slowly lowered his head, disappointed.

“Daddy…”

“Hmm?”

Zayne looked down, seeing his son was sulking. He smiled softly. “Do you want Daddy to hold you?”

The boy nodded and raised his arms up eagerly. Zayne chuckled. “Alright, alright, I will,” he said as he reached down to unbuckle the seatbelt. He lifted the boy out of his seat, and smiled as his son clung to him. He rubbed the toddler’s head gently. “Let’s hurry and finish shopping. Mommy’s waiting for these ingredients to make dinner.”

Zayne resumed shopping, one arm was carrying his son while his free hand pushed the cart and grabbed items from the shelves. When he was close to being done, he noticed his son had fallen asleep with his head resting on Zayne’s shoulder and his small fingers unconsciously rubbing at the material of his father’s coat. Smiling, Zayne, walked back over to the bakery department. He quietly motioned to the employee, pointing at the cake in the display.

He smiled gratefully as the employee handed him a small cakebox. He quickly finished shopping, paid for everything, and put them away in his car trunk.

Once he had returned the shopping cart to the store, he returned to his car, opening the back door and gently set his sleeping son in his car seat. As he buckled the toddler into his seat, Zayne quietly tapped his son’s shoulder.

“Wake up, sleepy head,” Zayne said softly, smiling at the little boy’s bleary eyes.

“Home?”

Zayne chuckled and shook his head. “Not yet,” he answered. He settled into the backseat and sat next to the child. The boy looked up confused.

“We can’t let Mommy know, alright?” Zayne said, pulling out a small cake box from a paper bag, his smile widening at his son’s bright eyes. “Our little secret, got it?”

The boy nodded eagerly. He gasped quietly when his father revealed the inside of the cake box. “Carrot cake!”

Zayne sighed in baffled amusement. “You look completely like me, but this…quirk…of yours…” He reached in and pulled out a small carrot cupcake, handing it to his son. He grabbed the other cupcake—a chai latte—and held the confection next to his son’s. They tapped the cupcakes together.

“Cheers!” both father and son said simultaneously.

The boy giggled and happily bit into his soft, sweet cupcake. Zayne smiled fondly, pleased to see his son’s smile again.

“You know, eating too many carrots will turn you orange,” Zayne warned teasingly.

“Like Windy Carrot?” the boy asked curiously, eyes growing wide.

“Almost,” Zayne said, laughing.

“Daddy?”

“Hmm?”

“…Will you still love me if I turn into a carrot?”

Zayne laughed again. He leaned down, nuzzling his face against his son’s before kissing his cheek. “I will never stop loving you…even if you were a carrot.”

The boy giggled again and turned to kiss his father’s cheek in return.

“I am certain you will be the only carrot I love,” Zayne added as he wiped the cream cheese frosting off his son’s mouth with his thumb. “Can’t leave behind any evidence, remember?”

The boy took the last bite of his cupcake, showing his hands to his father with a wide smile. “All gone! No evidence!”

Zayne finished his own cupcake, laughing. “All gone,” he repeated, “Our little secret from Mommy.”

The boy motioned with his finger over his mouth, shushing quietly. “Secret!”

“Good boy,” Zayne said, kissing the top of his son’s head. “Now let’s get home and help Mommy with dinner.”

[the-froschamethyst4]

No Need To Cry

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Ghost x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Fluff, language, kissing, protective Simon, Pregnant Reader, hormonal reader, married couple, doctors appointment, more use of Simon,

𖤐Summary: During a doctor appointment Y/n gets a bit emotional thinking Simon wouldn’t want a little girl and was nervous to tell him only for him to love the child either way

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Y/n was sitting in the waiting room of her usual doctors office, her foot bouncing up and down impatiently, she was here on time for her appointment, what's taking so long?

Y/n had looked down at her phone looking at the wallpaper of her and her husband Simon. The photo was of them two at their wedding, the photo was of Simon giving his vows to Y/n and Y/n not being able to hold back tears.

"Y/n?" She looks up at the nurse that came in, she gets up and walks with the nurse, she was behind the nurse rubbing her showing belly, today she was learning the gender of her baby.

Simon couldn't make it because of work but he'll be home later tonight and they can celebrate the gender tonight.

She sits on the small table waiting for her doctor.

But thought kept running through Y/n's mind. Simon had mention how he wanted a boy, a boy so he could teach him things, like fishing, hunting, and even see if his son will be interested in the Military like him.

He's never once brought up what if it was a girl? Will he still be in her life if the baby was a girl and not a boy like he wanted. Y/n has also seen on social media of dads getting mad that the baby is a girl and not a boy. She doesn't want that to be Simon if he's serious about having a boy more than a girl.

"Hi, Miss Y/n, no husband today?" Her doctor asked coming in.

"No, not today, he had work and couldn't get off."

"Well, are you ready to learn the gender?"

"Yes," she sounded nervous.

"Don't worry, it's a big deal. Were you two going to do a gender reveal?" The doctor asked getting everything ready for Y/n.

"No, Simon doesn't want a big party, so we're going to celebrate just us."

"Ah! I see, I understand too, my wife and I didn't do a big party," he says. "Alright lift your shirt," she did and waits for the worse part the ice cold gel the doctor squirts on her stomach.

"Okay..." He says.

Y/n's nerves were at this point shot, she just wants to know, Y/n didn't care on gender she was going to love her child the same way boy or girl.

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Y/n's appointment was done and she held the envelop in her hands holding the gender of the baby, she looks at it in her hands and was just scared to even open it.

Does she wait for Simon?

Should she open it now?

Should she wait till she's home and not in the parking lot of the doctors office?

She puts it in the passenger seat and starts to drive home the anticipation was killing her.

Getting home she puts the envelop on the counter in the kitchen, she pulls a stool out and sits at the counter, head in her hands as she looks at the unopen envelop.

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Simon came home, he unlocks the front door kicks his dirty boots off at the front door and places his keys on the keyholder by the front door. He comes around the corner seeing Y/n, at the kitchen counter, head in her hands, looking down at an unopened envelop.

"Love?"

"Simon," he comes up to her kissing her temple.

"How was the appointment?"

"Good."

"So...what's the verdict?" He asked.

"I don't know."

"Huh, what do you mean? You didn't look?"

"I was contemplating opening it, and then I wanted to wait for you, and then I started to get nervous and then just didn't open it, and you're home now, so...maybe we should open it together," she says.

"Sure, love, we can...how long have you been at the counter?" She looks at the clock on the stove.

"5 hours."

"Love."

"I was nervous."

He takes the envelop off the counter and opens it, he starts unfolding the paper and starts reading it, he reads.

Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Riley, you are having...a baby girl.

He sets the paper down and pushes it to Y/n, she reads it and looks up at Simon, he held a smile on his face and held Y/n bring her into a tight hug and resting his big hand on her stomach.

"A baby girl," he says, bending down and kissed Y/n's belly.

Y/n didn't know how to feel, Simon wanted a boy, but he's happy for a girl? Hot tears filled her eyes and her knuckles pushed against her eyes.

Simon hears sniffling, he looks up and sees Y/n's semi red face.

"Love? What's wrong?" He stood up holding Y/n's face and wiping tears from her cheeks.

"I'm happy we're having a girl...but I didn't know how'd you react...you talked about h-how you wanted a boy...and I was scared t-that you'd be d-disappointed that it w-wasn't," she hiccups.

"Love, I married you because I knew you were the one for me, you kept me in my place and you comforting me during my lows. I would never leave you just because we're having a girl. I just talked about how nice it would be if the baby was a boy, but deep down I wanted a little girl. Seeing a mini you run around the house would make my years even better. I would never just walk out that door because we weren't having a boy, that's ridiculous..." he announced while holding Y/n's head against his chest.

"So-"

"I'm not leaving," he says, kissing the top of her head. "Why would I? You're such a beautiful, gorgeous and attractive woman, and you're fucking carrying my child," he says. "No need to cry, my love, I'm not going anywhere and we're going to be the best parents we can be to this baby girl."

He placed his hand on her stomach once more. "I love you," he tells her.

"I love you too, Si." He bends down to her and kissed her lips.

"Now...let's dry those tears of yours, and celebrate."

"What are we going to do? I can't drink."

"I know...I bought you some sparkling apple juice," he says, showing off the bottle that mimicked a wine bottle. "I'll be having this," showing off his usual bourbon drink.

Y/n giggles at her husband and pulls him into another warm hug. "Thank you for being the best husband, I could ask for," she says.

"Of course, my love."

[starlightsuffered]

Sperm Donor

Info - unprotected sex, trying to get pregnant, jealousy, teasing, finger sucking, breeding kink, a little bit of hard Dom

“Positive?” Timothée asked Hopefully as I opened the bathroom door. I shook my head sadly.

Timothée and I had been married for five years. We had finally decided we were ready for kids. The issue was, I wasn’t getting pregnant. We had been trying since his birthday and nothing.

“No,” I sighed.

“Shit, I’m sorry baby,” Timothée said mournfully. He wrapped me in his arms and petted my hair.

“Maybe we should use a sperm donor,” I said jokingly.

“Excuse me?” Came the harsh response.

“Yeah, since you can’t get me pregnant,” I said casually. I could sense his jealousy and anger. For some reason, I wanted to poke this sleeping lion.

“Y/n,” Timothée growled. I secretly loved when he got this way.

“You jealous?” I asked. This was all I needed to say. I was thrown against the wall and kissed. I put my hands I. His hair and moaned.

He was stripping me all while one hand dove into my panties. He was rolling my bud of pleasure and I couldn’t help but jerk a couple times.

“Baby, I’m your husband,” he purred.

“But I’m not pregnant,” I responded just to get it rougher. He slapped my cunt.

“Are you saying you’re not grateful for my cum?” He asked.

“Load after load, but I’m not with child,” I said in a sing song voice. I knew this would piss him off. I was right. He threw me over his shoulder.

I was on the kitchen table, bare and displayed. Timothée was eating my pussy. His mouth was inside me. I was so wet and heady.

“You’re delicious, you sure I haven’t made you the bearer of my child?” He asked.

“Test says no,” I gasped out. Timothée made a face. He was on me in a second.

He entered me and began to fuck me like an animal. He was shoving his cock so deep inside me. He was even laughing. He was treasuring my desperation.

I lifted my legs and pressed them to my chest. He kept them there. He held my legs down. He kept fucking me wildly.

“You ask me if I’m jealous?” He asked as his long and hard cock was slamming into me.

“Of course I am. I am your fucking husband.”

“I-fuck, oh, fuck, Timothée,” I wailed.

“You want a sperm donor huh?” He asked me. I tried to answer but he shoved his fingers into my mouth. I suckled needily. My eyes rolled back in my head. He was going at me like an animal.

“As if you’d ever touch someone else’s sperm, you’re a fucking addict to me,” he chuckled darkly. I groaned. He took his hand away from my mouth.

“Mmmm, wanna suck,” I said in a pathetic voice.

“I thought you were thinking about sperm donors,” he teased me.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I gasped out. I couldn’t make words come out. I felt so good. I felt my toes curl. He lifted one of my legs so he could hit me at a deeper angle. My leg rested against his shoulder.

“Say it again. Say my sperm isn’t good enough,” he egged me on.

“Just, fuck, wanna be, oh shit, pregnant,” I squirmed.

“Oh you’ll be pregnant, I’m gonna breed this fucking cunt,” he growled and punctuated his words with thrusts. I was panting. Just those words leaving his mouth made me wetter.

“Breed,” I begged.

“That’s right princess,” he smirked.

“Breed me,” I pleaded.

“Yes darling,” he agreed. He bent over me and continued to slam in balls deep. He kissed me sloppily. Saliva was everywhere as our tongues met and caressed one another.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” I whined.

Timothée was massaging my sensitive breasts. His cock was buried inside me. I could feel him twitching as he possessively fucked me.

“What’s wrong with my sperm?” He whispered in my ear.

“Nothing, absolutely nothing,” I breathed.

“So you don’t mind if I dump my big load inside you?” He purred.

“Oh fuck, oh yes, please do it, breed me,” I moaned.

“Good girl!” He cried out. He began to shoot ropes and ropes deep inside my fertile womb. I was shaking with my own orgasm. We were both shaking and moaning as I was filled. He was still going, fucking his sperm further inside me. We were kissing again. I wrapped my legs around his waist so that he didn’t pull out.

“Let’s go again,” Timothée gasped. “Gotta fill you to bursting. I want to make you full.”

“Yes, make me round. Give me all your cum.”

Sure enough a couple days later I registered as pregnant. Timothée was so proud of himself he bred me all over again.

[silent-sanctum]

Your last fics tearing my hearts apart😭😭Anyways may I request jotaro kujo with a pregnant s/o? He probably would be defensive like that time when Holly got the fever

Ah yes! We have another 2-for-1 special! But let's make it a list of headcanons to switch things up 😉This one's for @lolsandlmaos and anon, and let me just say, yes; I love writing wholesome dadtaro content and I'm glad the audience likes some wholesome dadtaro content too. So, hope you enjoy! ♡

Before I start, can we all just silently agree that Jotaro really just wanted a family of his own canonically?

Think about it, we know he isn't the type to sleep around at random. What if the man wanted what his grandparents had and live a life without the Stand bs? The fact he found somebody and had a kid with her tells us that he tried to make it work, but we know that it didn't as we see in the series.

"I've always cherished you"

He wanted that life. He wanted to be a good father to his daughter. But he couldn't because of the family curse.

Anyways! Let's forget the canon for a moment and delve into some wholesome headcanons!

When he first heard the news, he was pleasantly surprised that he couldn't speak for a solid minute. He simply stared at you with wide eyes and stunned silence.

Later that day, the man is glued to your side holding you in his arms and he's uncharacteristically showing affection: He's nuzzling your neck, planting kisses wherever he could, gently swaying you back and forth, and most importantly, he's often caressing your flat tummy.

Now that's done with, Jotaro's already gone into Papa Wolf mode as early as the first weeks

He knows he isn't the sunny Golden Retriever type of guy like his grandfather or great-grandfather, so he isn't naturally attuned to being a first-time dad. Lowkey, he's anxious he might end up as a shitty husband in the process.

But what he does know is that he loves to research, is adaptable, and is a quick learner

He begins to visit the nearby library and study "maternal and child care". Then proceeds to go over what to do for each trimester, he studies proper diet and eating patterns for pregnant partners, and studiously digests a whole book's worth of "How to be a Good Father".

Being in this mode also means he naturally becomes protective of you. He makes sure that he has time for you and your needs. Want to go anywhere out of the house? He'll be accompanying you there. No doubt.

If anyone even remotely makes a rude remark about you, Star Platinum has already punched their teeth out.

If you thought Jotaro couldn't cook, then think again because when his partner is pregnant, you bet your ass that he'll learn how to cook faster than you expected him to.

At first, he's still working on the basics like knowing what ingredients and kitchen paraphernalia should be used. He has a recipe book or two propped up for him to skim over and study. He even calls Holly for cooking tutorials when he feels like he's hit a learning slump. His mother has already booked a ticket to your place and immediately teaches her son numerous cooking lessons

Weeks later, you're surprised that Jotaro has become a natural in the kitchen, being able to dish out your favorites with seemingly no issue. It turns out that while Jotaro did most of the work, he had Star assist him with the "finer" stuff (i.e. measurements, cutting, etc.)

Suffice it to say, he takes pride in himself that he can now make you smile with his newfound talent.

Then there are the cravings. Of course, when you ask him to buy the most random food combinations, Jotaro would simply say "okay" and buy them anyway, as long as the food choices weren't harmful to you and the baby. He'd also give you food even if you asked him in the ass crack of morning.

Anything to make you happy after all

When it comes to building the nursery, Jotaro leaves you to do the interior designing and aesthetic choices since he's shit at that. But when the furniture arrives in their boxes, then it's time for him to step in and does all the arranging, moving, and assembling for you. Have a planned layout? He'll follow them. Want the walls painted a certain color? No problem.

After you planned everything out and he finished his tasks, the nursery ended up being marine-themed with all the pastel blues and aquatic decor like sea animal plushies, a shell lamp, glow-in-the-dark fish wall stickers, and more bringing life to the place.

Remember when I said he'd do work, yeah he'll do the work. House husband style. He'll do the chores and let you rest, grumpily insisting you sit and relax when you try to convince him that you can do the lighter tasks.

From time to time, when both of you aren't doing anything, Jotaro would occasionally turn to your round stomach and reach forward to caress it, blushing as he does so.

Then a kick happens and the man's fully attuned to you in awe. On the outside, he's still a calm dude but deep down, he's so excited that the baby responded to his touch. You ended up scooting closer to him, seeking cuddles while he reciprocates as he still continues to stroke your tummy.

Jotaro, at this point in his life, has the patience of a monk towards his loved ones, so when the mommy mood swings kick in, he is more than ready to adapt to your every emotional breakdown even if he's just going to be there to either take it, calm you, or comfort you in silence

That also includes the part where you become horny. Of course, he'll be gentler with you during this time of your pregnancy, but he can't help but include a few rough bucks of his hip when he's about to go off the edge.

Other times, just touching you can help ease that heightened libido

He'll immediately drive you to the hospital once your water breaks. He'll wait with you throughout labor, hoping his soft caresses are enough to make up for his lack of comforting words. At times, Star will come out to help him distract you from the contractions.

He'd pace around outside the delivery room, anxious with his mind already overthinking what bad could happen to you and the baby. It's a good thing Holly is there to help reassure her son that his wife and child would be okay.

When Jotaro finally gets to visit, his eyes land on the swaddled little one in her tiny crib stationed beside your bed. He beelines straight to it and pauses in complete awe at the tiny baby cooing before him.

You can't help but giggle as your husband's eyes start to water as he gingerly reaches down to pick up his newborn daughter. He's still in awe, completely fixated on baby Jolyne.

Then after he sits down on the chair by your bedside, he brings his index to touch her and his heart skips a beat when the baby grasps it with her whole hand.

And the waterworks are broken and he ends up leaning against your side while you nuzzle against him as he tries to regain composure from tearing up so much from seeing and feeling his bundle of joy.

Admittedly, Jotaro is scared about whether he'd do a good job being a father, but to both you and himself, he promises that he'll do his damn best.

[teyamsgrl]

fruit picking ✧ neteyam

THIS FUCKING GIF IS LEGIT MAKING ME CRY RN 😭 LOOK AT HIS SMILE I CANT DO THIS

anywho, here is my first fluffy fic! i normally stick to smut but figured i should throw some fluff (and a lil angst) into the mix so here we are! plus i love neteyam and the thought of him as a perfect mate 🫠

°˖➴ warnings: fem omatikaya reader, pregnant!reader, agedup!neteyam, l-bombs, a little angst, fainting mentions, worried teyam, happy ending dw - yawne: beloved

being three quarters of the way through your pregnancy was crazy to you and neteyam, wondering where the time had went. your stomach had quite the swell and neither of you could wait to meet your little one. despite being very pregnant, you didn't let it hold you back from doing what you loved. you had only taken a pause on your tsahik practices just recently, much to your dismay but mo'at insisted that you take a break from your duties and cherish the last bit of your first pregnancy. you still traveled through the village, picking fruit and even hunting.

today was just like any other day, out for a stroll while neteyam was doing his own duties throughout the day. you came across some fruits, deciding they would be a perfect snack for neteyam's arrival home later on. you pick a few, putting them into a woven basket that kiri had made you. you hummed as you continued on, suddenly feeling a sharp pain shoot through your head. "ah.." you wince at the sensation, placing your free hand upon your forehead. you move to lean against a nearby tree, pain becoming worse by the second. you search your surroundings, noticing that your vision has now become blurry. your eyes begin fluttering, and next thing you know you are seeing black.

"grandmother!" kiri announced as she barged into the tsahik tent, holding you up with the help of lo'ak. "what happened here?" mo'at questions, helping kiri lie your currently unconscious body down onto a woven mat. "go get neteyam" she gestures to lo'ak, urging him out the door. "i just found her in the forest, slumped down against a tree like this, i don't know how long she was like this before i got to her" kiri rambles as she grabs your hand, praying to eywa as her other hand rests atop your baby bump. mo'at collects items before she gets to work on you. neteyam bursts into the tent with lo'ak on his tail, breathing coming to halt when he spots you on the floor, his grandmother moving around you as kiri still remains at your side. "my brother, come" kiri motions for neteyam to take a seat beside her, "kiri, what happened?" he questions frantically, intently watching mo'at's actions. "i don't know, she passed out i guess? i was just walking and saw her like this, looked like she was picking some fruit.." she gestures to the basket that lo'ak had placed near the doorway. "fuck..." he mumbles and pulls on his braids, feeling angry and anxious all at once. "she will be okay, and so will the baby. grandmother is an amazing tsahik.." she hugs him from the side, his eyes filling with tears and dropping onto his crossed legs. "she has to be okay, they both have to be" he whispers, leaning more into his sister's touch. mo'at says one final sentence before leaning back on her knees, hand pressed against your forehead.

as if on cue, you take a sudden sharp breath and shoot up slightly, eyes flickering open. "stay down, my child, relax" mo'at says as she lays you back down onto your back. "yawne!" neteyam exclaims, moving to come into your view. "you're okay, i'm so glad you're okay" he exhales, placing his forehead on yours, some tears dripping onto your cheeks from his own. "i'm here, ma'teyam, don't cry" you move one hand up slowly to wipe away his tears, stroking his cheek after. he smiles softly and pulls away to kiss your forehead, looking to his grandmother, "grandmother, is the baby alright?" your breath hitches as you await an answer, that being your next question as well. "yes, healthy and well, as are you, y/n. your great health allowed your baby to be protected in this moment" she smiles and begins to clean up her items, kiri gives your hand a squeeze before getting up to help her. "both okay..." neteyam whispers, kissing your forehead again. "i don't even really know what happened" you sigh, bringing a hand to rub over your bump, "all of a sudden i got this pain, then everything was blurry... now i'm here" neteyam places his hand on top of yours, nodding as he listens to you. "i'm sure it was scary, luckily kiri stumbled across you" you smile and grab kiri's hand just as she goes to collect the last of mo'at's items, "thank you, kiri. you literally saved my life," you nod down to your stomach "and theirs". she smiles back, "you do not need to thank me, i would do anything for you and the baby". you allow her to grab the items, looking back to neteyam.

"can you help me sit up? i'm feeling a bit more steady" he holds one arm out for you to hold while the other helps you up from your back. you get a better look around the room, spotting your basket of fruit by the doorway. "my fruit!" you giggle, spotting lo'ak against the wall beside it. "lo'ak, did you save my fruit?" he nods and chuckles a bit, "i did, kiri was a bit ahead of me and found you first, then she called for me and demanded i bring the fruit as well", "well thank you, i'm going to enjoy that later after all this" you giggle a bit more and look to neteyam as he shakes his head. "what?! it was mainly for you, by the way" you smile and kiss his cheek. he laughs quietly, "are we okay to head home?", "yes, but be careful for the next few days, stay close to home and rested" you nod and stand up slowly with neteyam right beside you, "thank you, mo'at. you are not only my mate's grandmother and my teacher, but a wonderful tsahik. thank you" she places her hand on your cheek, smiling softly before gesturing you two to head out.

once you arrive home, neteyam hugs you as tightly as he can with your bump in the middle, hands rubbing along your back. "scared me back there, yawne" you nod and hug around his neck, toying with his braids. "i know, i was scared too, when i fainted... had no clue what was going on. and i worried about the baby... first thing i thought of when it all went black, same with when i woke up" you sniffle a bit and nuzzle into his neck. "well you're both healthy and both here, which is what matters most" he whispers as he continues rubbing your back, pure love and relief surrounding your bodies. you nod into his neck, relaxing instantaneously under his touch. "i love you, ma'teyam, thank you for being the best mate and best soon to be dad" you move out of his neck to stare into his eyes, sparkling with adoration, "i love you too, so much.. you're the best mate, honestly, and i know you'll be the best mother" he leans in, lips interlocking with yours in a devoted kiss.

[merlinssassybeard]

'Ex' husband Gojo - The Aftermath- 02

Tags- smut, angst, cheating, TW seizures, bad mental health of reader

Synopsis- The events of the fateful night of Christmas...

The Aftermath- 01 // series masterlist

24th December, 2016

"Hey y/n! Wanna get some drinks on Christmas? If you don't have any plans! Or are you too busy for us 'poor people'! Haha!". Your friends have called and they joked.

You come from a very lower middle class family. Raised by your grandmother and elder sister(by six years) due to your parents being absent.

It was difficult, you grew up watching your grandmother working at an age where she should be enjoying life and your sister when she should be studying. You grew up knowing what's it like to have nothing.

With a decent education, you and your sister started supporting your grandmother with a decent corporate job until your sister got married to her co-worker.

It was just you, helping financially your grandmother with her medical bills while saving up enough for a decent enough wedding dress to follow your sister's path, where you marry an average man like she did, have kids, take care of your children and man and thats it.

An average life.

But you wanted more.

You prayed. Day and night for an extraordinary life, a life memorable and not like your sister's.

You wanted more from life.

And the Gods heard your prayer.

Your whole life changed when you became an essential part of Japan's prolific Aristocratic family.

The news was everywhere. Its a rags to riches, The modern Cinderella story in everyone's eyes.

It was beautiful.

It was memorable, everything you wanted..

Until it wasn't...

"Uh.. yes i am free.", it felt so different, talking to people you worked with after so long. "What's the timing?", you asked.

"25th, 7pm! At the usual place. Also y/n! Could you maybe bring your husband! I mean we would all love to meet Mr Gojo! He's so funny! Only if Mr Gojo is free that is!"

Ah yes. Mr Gojo, the funny, entertaining Mr Gojo. He has met your friends from work enough times to make an image of the grounded but arrogant, funny rich guy.

"Oh! He-he isn't home. He's quite busy. Maybe next time, i will bring him!", you managed as if there will be a next time!

"Oh(disappointed) , nevermind then. Send my regards to Mr Gojo. And you do not forget to come y/n!"

"Yeah".

You wanted to go out, outside and away from this house of memories, with Satoru, that trapped you. You wanted to breath fresh air and move on.

Move on?

How could you move on?

The fact that you were 3 months in your pregnancy after 4 years of marriage. But you failed to carry the child. You failed to maintain the marriage with the person you love. And you're talking about moving on when its just 2 months?

How cruel y/n, how cruel...

25th December, 2016 || 6.45pm

You got dressed up in a simple black turtleneck, jeans, an overcoat and knee high boots with a woolen cap on.

A thick layer of concealer was enough to hide the under eye dark circles. You put on a red lipstick and went out.

The staff stared at you, secretly though, but nonetheless they stared and judged you.

'Is Lady y/n really pregnant?' One said. "She doesn't have a bump though", other quoted. "Come to think of it, her monthly(period) hasn't arrived either. She is pregnant!".

"When's she going to announce?" One servant asked. "Maybe after Lord Satoru arrives?". "Oh! Maybe on the New Year's eve! Seems perfect timing as well.", one replied.

The servants maybe nosy but they know their places. They know, something so sensitive as the pregnancy of the great six eyes sorcerer's wife, its not their place to give the news to the family.

Generally, almost every household's staffs know about anything and everything that goes on in Gojo household. But the word, luckily, doesn't reaches to their employers most of the time.

But this time, it wasn't just some other light news from the Gojo House and the servants of other households started talking to their employers in no time...

It was already past 11.30pm.

Reunion with your office friends and straight up five bottles of your favorite vodka felt so nice that you almost forgot about all and everything that had gone wrong in your life.

You meet up with your co-workers every Christmas for the last 4 years. Sometimes Satoru would company, sometimes he wouldn't.

Talking about politics, sports and who's dating who, both in the office and among celebrities. These were mostly the topics you spent discussing while drinking.

"Hey, its almost going to be 12. I think that's it for the night guys!", one of your girlfriends announced after a slight glance at her silver wrist watch.

"Whaaat?", your speech was slurred and vision blurry after five drinks. "Isss overrr already? Whyyyy? Less get the party started.."

Everyone chuckled. "Ah y/n san had too much to drink! Now we'd have to drop her at her royal palace!", the other girlfriend smiled, a little jealous of your luxurious life.

"Whaaaaat? Less playyy! C'mon ya lot!", you continued babbling frustrated.

"I'll drop y/n. If its okay with everyone."

Out of all the twelve co-workers, one of them stood up and offered to help you reach home.

He knew none are interested in insuring you reach home safely. Everybody was just ignorant and busy to get back home to be on time for work.

He, Kenzo, always have had feelings for you. From the moment you entered the Office to present, when you're married and babbling gibberish while totally drunk.

Everyone agreed to leave you to Kenzo since it was no secret, the feelings he has and someone like him would definitely make sure you reach home safe and secure.

26th December, 2016 || 12.26 am

The group gave their farewells to each other and went on their way.

You, on the other hand, are so drunk that its impossible for you stand up without your legs wobbling and bringing you down.

Kenzo helped you and got you on the passenger seat of his car and started driving towards your 'palace'.

Your head felt heavy with all the drinks you had. You could hear voices in your head, all distorted, words lapsing onto each other.

"You did this y/n!"

"Because of you y/n your baby is dead"

"Satoru will never love you"

"All you've done since marriage is sitting on top of your husband's fortune... living the life you never had"

"Satoru's family....They were right...Everyone was right.."

"You are just a whore"

"Whore for money"

"WHORE"

You let out a scream and started twisting and turning your head and hands to stop all this annoying gibberish in your head. Your eyes closed tight shut.

Kenzo, while driving through almost an empty road, saw this and was absolutely horrified. He thought you're having seizures so he stopped his car in an empty underground parking lot that was luckily near when he saw you.

"Y/n! Y/n! Are you okay?". He grabbed your cheeks to hold you still while his other hand held forcefully onto your shaking arms. "Talk to me y/n. Talk to me!"

"Talk to me y/n"

You heard.

"Talk"

You opened your eyes, slowly letting in the artificial bright lights hit your eyes. Lips trembling. Cheeks red, tears rolling.

You felt a grasp on your cheeks and lowered your gaze to see Kenzo, worried and sweating.

You let out a sigh and without any thoughts hugged Kenzo.

He didn't know what just happened but if hugging him makes you feel better, he's okay with it. He hugged you back. Caressing your back.

All the thoughts had stopped now in your head.

You calmly pulled away from the hug and locked your eyes with Kenzo's.

He is so handsome, same age as you, has beautiful hooded eyes, his nose, his lips.

You gently brought your lips closer to his and he to yours. You both so close but so far. You wanted to kiss him, he wanted to kiss you.

Your lips brushed upon his and he kissed you. You put your tongue in his mouth and fought for dominance. After a few pants for air, you won, a battle you never won with your husband.

Kenzo pulled back though halfway through. You were puzzled. Didn't he want you? But then you saw him looking at your big blue and white diamond wedding ring.

Oh so thats what it is.

You quickly removed the two rings from your left hand and put the expensive rings onto dashboard. One ring being your wedding band and the other ring was an official platinum-diamond band symbolizing that you are the Gojo Clan head's wife.

In a rush you jumped sat on his lap. Fixating yourself just above his crotch, continuously rubbing your clothed groin over his. You both panted.

You unbuckled your jeans and threw them in the backseat and unzipped Kenzo's pants, about to slide in his member in you. You were so in heat he could see right through you if he'd have to be honest.

He held your wrists and stopped you from doing it...

"Y/n, we shouldn't... its not right... you're married-", he protested with his voice low.

"I decide whats right or not... so shut up and do it already", you growled at him in frustration and just put his cock in your unprepared cunt.

You were finally tainted wholly...

It hurt a lot in the beginning, doing the deed all dry, without any foreplay after so long and after your miscarriage but slowly your body adjusted.

'God! he's so small', you thought to yourself while pushing in Kenzo's 5 inches hard cock in you since for the last over 7 years you've gotten used to Gojo's 8 inches.

This lowly act of yours went on for around 2 hours. Doing it anywhere and everywhere inside the car, in all and every position.

26th December, 2016 || 4.50am

The radio was playing 'Lovely Day' by Bill Withers.

Kenzo was driving you to your house.

You were quiet. He was quiet.

The drive to your uphill estate was easy since it was early morning so the streets were traffic free. He drove his car through the beautiful posh Uphills neighborhood of Tokyo. Your house was almost there.

Each house in this posh area are mindfully distanced to provide full privacy and personal space to the owners. That is why Satoru bought his married house here.

You were looking outside the window with a cigarette between your lips and suddenly your heart skipped a beat, eyes widened, forehead sweating when you saw your husband's black Audi sedan parked in the driveway...

You gulped when the car stopped outside the Gojo Estate's premises.

Door opened, left foot out and you got out. Before entering the gates of your premises, you leaned down a little to look at an equally annoyed Kenzo.

You both didn't share any words or any final looks and he just drove his car as soon as you got off.

He knew what he had done was crossing the line and beyond. It was so unethical to sleep with a married woman, doesn't matter if you were his crush once or not.

You closed your eyes and let out a deep sigh.

"Well technically y/n you are separated and will be divorced soon. So its not cheating. Technically?" Your head convinced you in case when you'd be caught you'll have an argument ready.

You started walking through the cobblestone walkway, a little nervous... Actually, truth be told, you are scared of seeing Satoru. Finding you in your current state at this late hour.

You took one last big puff and then crushed the cigarette with your boots.

You rang the bell once, twice. You started thinking maybe its not Satoru but its Mr Ijichi. Yeah! He's busy anyway.

The door opened just as you were about to ring the third time and all your fears came true...

Satoru Gojo opened the door.

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[littlejuicebox]

Beach babies.

Man oh man Dadstarion! My mind could probably come up with a thousand scenarios for this theme.

This one might make you all cry. But like, happy tears? Maybe?

Summary: It’s a day at the beach with toddler Gale, pregnant Tav, and Dadstarion. Gale loves his Papa and always wants to look just like him; this presents a problem.

Tags/Warnings: fluff, light mentions of Astarion ptsd/trauma, in game spoilers, kids, parenthood, toddlers, pregnancy, light angst w comfort, comment if you see anything else I’m missing

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Astarion didn’t particularly enjoy the beach. It was often crowded, feeling coarse grains of sand stuck between his toes unnerved him, and it was impossible to find a good vintage for miles unless you brought it yourself.

Which, today, he did.

“Loving the sun and loving the beach are two different things, entirely, my sweet.” The elf drawls as he takes a sip of wine from his goblet.

You, Astarion, and almost-three-year old Gale are all sitting on a woven blanket inside a rather ostentatious canopy tent, taking a respite from playing in the water with the toddler. The canopy had been Astarion’s choice — he’d refused to have any beach days without it this year. As it was Gale’s last summer as an only child, and your first born adored the beach, you’d reluctantly agreed to the ridiculous shelter in exchange for two more planned beach days on behalf of your toddler.

Astarion remarked that perhaps you should have used your strong negotiation skills rather than your community service as the main focus of your political platform all those years ago.

And then you won the familial negotiation. Though you still think your old camp tent would have sufficed just fine.

You sigh at your husband, “I suppose. But I seem to remember you being quite content with rolling around in the dirt once upon a time.”

You’re watching Gale as he scoops sand into a bucket. His face is covered in the remnants of fruit juice from his lunch, and his little silver curls are bouncing around in the wind. He’s wearing a thin, white cotton shirt and striped cotton swim trousers — the outfit is basically a child’s version of your husband’s.

Daddy and his mini-me.

Astarion chuckles, “Yes, well… we didn’t have much choice in the matter back then, did we, little love. And for the thousandth time, I did have a blanket set up in that clearing—“

“I never saw it!” You interject, “So for all I know, you’ve simply decided to tell me that to cover your ah— butt.”

A huff from your husband as he rolls his eyes at you, “My love, have I ever lied to you?”

Your eyes narrow, and you open your mouth, about to retort when the elf catches his mistake and is quick to amend his statement.

“Have I ever lied to you after our talk at Moonrise Towers all those years ago?” He asks, cocking his head just slightly, convinced he’s proven his point.

You pause as your mind plays through years of memories. And then you grin playfully, “Yes! The night you proposed and told me you found those gold coins on the dock.”

The elf scoffs incredulously, “You are a pain in the ah— butt. You know what I mean, Tav. Have I ever lied to you to intentionally hurt or manipulate you since then? Or to gain your favor?”

You chuckle and turn yourself slightly — it’s no easy feat, given the size of your pregnant stomach — moving to peck your husband on the cheek, “No, my love. I don’t suppose you have.”

Astarion hums happily as he finishes off his goblet, “Very well then, dear. I trust that means you believe me when I say I did have a blanket in that clearing and you simply couldn’t keep your hands—“

“Mommy! I too hot!” Gale suddenly cries.

When the two of you turn to acknowledge the toddler, he’s thrown his shovel and started thrashing his feet, kicking up grains of sand in the process.

Today was sweltering in comparison to the other days you’d spent at the beach. The canopy was unable to protect all three of you from the worst of the mid afternoon heat.

You sigh and hold your hand out to the toddler, “Gale, come here and let mommy take your shirt off. It’s too hot to be—“

“NO!” The little boy shrieks before standing up and stomping on the sand castle he’d just spent several minutes building, “I want look like daddy!”

“My love, you and daddy will still be in matching pants even if your shirt is off.” You coo, hoping your voice will soothe Gale, though you know the logic is far beyond what an almost-three-year old can understand.

Astarion does not take his shirt off in public. He hasn’t since your days in camp all those years ago, when it had been an unfortunate necessity from time to time. But he always hated it.

His scars are not something Astarion is particularly fond of revealing; even your former campmates have never caught sight of his back since the old days. You know as much. So your only choice, really, is to try and reason with the child.

It’s not working.

Gale is crying now, and his growing frustration is quickly making him overheated. His face and body are both turning red as he wails. Despite the magic dampener around his neck, you both know there will soon be a gust of wind knocking the entire tent down if he isn’t soothed.

“Gale, darling, won’t you please let mommy—“

You’re cut off by a shrill scream. The toddler becomes more red; large patches of crimson are splotched across his face and arms. The breeze is starting to pick up quite suspiciously. It won’t be much longer before—

“Look, Gale! Look at daddy!” Your husband exclaims, and when you glance to the side, you see that Astarion has willingly ripped off his own shirt. The muscle feathering in his jaw shows his discomfort, despite the fact the tent is shielding his back from any potential onlookers.

This catches the little boy’s attention. His green eyes snap open and he begins to relax as he examines his father and realizes the older man is, in fact, shirtless. Gale giggles and then tries to rip his own shirt off, though it gets caught around his neck and Astarion has to lean forward to help him.

The toddler grins at his father, “We match ‘gain, daddy!”

And then he’s back to playing in the sand, the entire tantrum all but forgotten on his part.

You quietly watch your husband, where he is still sitting nearly frozen, clearly working through something in his own mind. He’s wearing that faraway, glassy look in his eyes. The look has become exceedingly rare over time, but still rears its ugly head every once in a while.

Your hand finds its way to Astarion’s, where he’s dug it down into the sand, simply trying to clutch onto something in an attempt to keep himself together.

When your fingers brush against your husband’s, his eyes snap to you, and he’s pulled from whatever thought had been racing through his mind as he threads his fingers through yours. Now he’s clutching onto you.

“You’re a good father, you know.” You murmur, focusing your eyes on your husband’s as you rub the back of his hand with your thumb. A moment of silence passes between the two of you as he simply nods in acknowledgment, unable to bring himself to say anything as he sits in discomfort. Gale is singing happily as he scoops more sand into his bucket, oblivious to the two of you.

You flash a wide grin at Astarion and his eyebrows crinkle as he watches you, not understanding why.

“I think the twins think so, too, daddy.” You whisper, and you bring his sandy hand to your stomach, where the first few flutterings of movement can barely be felt beneath the stretching skin.

For just a moment, Astarion forgets himself as he beams and moves to place a kiss on the swell of your abdomen. Anyone looking at your family might have caught the quickest glimpse of his scars in that single, fleeting instance. But then the moment is gone, and he lays down with a sigh, obscuring his back completely.

“I just did it because I couldn’t be bothered to pitch the tent again if Gale accidentally blew it down, my love.” Your husband says in that offhanded, airy way of his that he uses whenever he’s feeling particularly vulnerable.

And right there, you think that may be the second lie Astarion has ever told you since your discussion at Moonrise Towers all those years ago.

But you’ll let that one slide.

[oh-saints]

I found your page a couple of days ago and i love all your stories. I hope you won't be overwhelmed with the amount of Rúben dias requests you're about to receive from me 😂I would like to request something with ruben like oc is heavily pregnant and craving something weird (whatever weird this that comes into your mind lol) and he is laughing and teasing her about it lol, and oc us having non of it. Make it fluffy please 🥺

Thank you so much in advance

cravings

craving during pregnancy is something we all are aware of, rúben even looks forward to it from the moment you broke down the news you were expecting. but what if you ask for something he doesn’t even know it exists?

rúben dias x you part of dad!rúben collection

wc: 2k

note: something that’s been sitting way too long in the vault because of the research I had to do about this but only now finished bcs I had spurts of inspiration suddenly so surprise, surprise it’s a double update! LOLOL but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so this is not beta-read yet!

“gatinha,”

at your whisper, rúben stirred from his sleep. his eyes immediately spotted the clock on the bedside table. the numbers drawn 3:00 in the big, fat analogue font across the screen.

“uh, what is it?” being the alert husband he was, he turned around to face you in no time. “is there something you need?

you were already seated on the edge of the bed, meaning you had just finished from your early morning toilet trip. ever since you became pregnant, the little trip was a new routine for you—and maybe the majority of other pregnant women in general, and everyone around him who had become fathers before him had warned the footballer to watch where the mother was going.

that, and the last thing he needed was for you to slip somewhere when he wasn’t watching, when he couldn’t be any help for you. rúben and you had been waiting for your very own rainbow baby for years, so when you were granted one, it was within his most important priority list to make sure both you and the child—whose gender was still unknown yet; not even born yet and they already resembled your shy nature—happy and safe.

“are you okay?”

you didn’t hide your fascination towards the man in front of you, hair disheveled and eyes blurry with drowsiness. 5 years of marriage and you still found him endearing, even more so when he was now turning protective and alert all the time, borderline the leader of a pack with the appearance similar to a mother hen.

“i am, don’t you worry,” you said, your hands stroking the side of his face, feeling the little hairs growing to become stubbles in near future. “but i’m starving.”

ah… the infamous early morning craving.

you had never personally asked of anything alike before, contrary to what everybody else had been advising rúben that there would be a time where you would be craving something eventually in a very ridiculous time of a morning. four months in, and you were yet to show any signs of it so rúben naturally thought you were going to be an exception case. but look where they were now.

with a smile so apologetic for having to wake him up like that, rúben melted into the warmth your smile exuded. “of course, meu anjo. should i get my keys?”

rúben might be many things but you didn’t believe one chance that he was a psychic. “do you even know what i want to eat?”

“uh, mcdonalds?”

in any other time, you would’ve laughed at his meek attempt to guess your mind. given t was early in the morning, mcdonalds was supposedly a reasonable choice since it was open 24/7.

but you did not, in under any circumstances, want to touch your feet nearby that chain of foul fast food. besides, you were pregnant. didn’t your husband consider that the unhealthy intake of food would do no good for their baby?

rúben must’ve noticed the change in your demeanour. “did i say something wrong, my love?”

“yes, don’t assume anything you don’t know of.”

ah… this one rúben was familiar, the rapid change of your mood he had his money run for the fastest rollercoaster on earth, so he apologised instantly and asked you again what you wanted.

“remember the time when we travelled to asia?”

“you mean, our honeymoon?”

oh, you were so not having your husband being mr. i-know-it-all. “one more of that and i’m walking out.”

the threat was enough to make rúben circle around the bed before kneeling down in front of your frowning figure. not because he was a loser, but because he knew you might actually do it. you had a capability to do it, you always do, which was why he was drawn to you in the first place.

but he didn’t want a runaway wife, pregnant on top of that, so he quickly apologized again. “what about it, baby?”

“i want durian.” ＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

what on earth is durian?

rúben sighed as he stared at his phone, the screen frozen helplessly for how many tabs he’d opened up in the browser. he rubbed his face rather roughly, due to the frustration, as he sat on the cover of the toilet and pondered his life choices and its respective life expectancies.

no one—literally no one—had warned him about the effect of any slip of tongue around a pregnant woman.

you were the calmest person he’d ever met, never wanting to bite off someone else’s head because it drained your precious energy. which rúben agreed to, and had been a devoted student of yours in terms of anger management on and off the field. but it was getting very hard to keep his own composure intact when you even lost yours.

ironically, rúben realised that one of you should still stay sane for the sake of everyone in this household, now inclusive of the unborn baby and it didn’t look like it was going to be you anytime soon.

so realistically, he couldn’t say to you that he didn’t remember a thing—not even an ounce of it—that you both had seen the fruit in question during your honeymoon. according to you, though, you both were even mesmerized by the look but decided that the possibility of dying because of the foul smell was larger than the delicious taste. as a result, when was the best time to try the exotic fruit than now, at 3.30 AM, when you were nearing the fifth month of pregnancy?

thus, his final resort to the internet, hoping for a miracle in the amount close to how much he needed to create the apple of his eyes with you.

but of course, the search engine didn’t show anything that could help him save his own lifeline this early morning from a pregnant wife that was so ready to stab the knife to his chest. the best option rúben got was to visit chinatown and head to the fruit market.

with a particular note from a lovely reviewer that the fruit was subject to a particular season—durian season, as the asians called it. if you were to seek for the spiky fruit beyond the particular calendar, then you either (i) got one that tasted as foul as it smells, or (ii) came home empty handed.

but of course, you wouldn’t get it, would you? rúben had already had it in his head you were going to wail at how incredulous his justifications are—what the hell is a durian season? we have spring, summer, autumn and winter and not durian! he could imagine—and would accuse him of trying to get his way out of the hard labour of satisfying you craving. worse, you’d scream out rúben should be responsible for this because he was the one who knocked you up and not vice versa.

other times, the footballer would just laugh it off. even at first, he did so and thought you were the cutest thing in his life, an actual living plushie. now, he just didn’t know what to do…

“what takes you so long?”

rúben jumped slightly at the question thrown at him from behind the door, the only thing separating him and his thoughts with the rest of the world and their expectation towards him. “nothing, meu anjo. i’ll be out in a minute.”

“good, because we gotta go. i’m sleepy already but the baby needs to eat.”

the husband closed his eyes once more, regulated his breathing, visualizing the flow of his breath before letting them out slowly—just the way you taught him how—before coming out of the loo. “baby, can i ask you one thing?”

you looked up, and rúben felt bad because you were already dressed and ready to go out and fight the coldness of an early morning. “what is it?”

“what if we go and have the durian in the morning?”

“rúben, it’s already morning now,” you clicked your tongue impatiently. “what are you saying?”

“i have a place to go already but they’re only open later at 8.”

and pregnant silence fell upon them, no puns intended.

“why at 8?”

“because that’s when the market opens,” rúben sat again in front of you, his hands were rubbing the back of your hand and on top of your knees respectfully. “i’m afraid we’ll have to go to chinatown to get them and it’s only open then.”

rúben was so ready with your fit, so he was rather surprised to hear you answer, “okay.”

okay?

okay?!

okay!

good god, the mood swing had returned it honestly felt like rúben had just jumped off the cliff with bungee jumping.

＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

rúben was the one not okay that morning.

you turned out to opt out sleeping that night, despite being cuddled by your husband—which was your favourite way to go to sleep, even faring better than being lullabied—but rúben forgot you were living your life for two people for these nine months, so you still had a bar of energy and excitement while he had to drag his feet to the en suite bathroom.

you were literally counting in seconds as to when you’d get to the chinatown. your legs were involuntarily shaking from excitement, while he’d become more sensitive due to the lack of sleep (per his standard). as soon as the car stopped at the parking lot, you ran to the nearest entrance and lost yourself in quest to find the fruit. it wasn’t even 8 AM yet.

rúben had to call and asked you to share your live location, in case you were lost. but you were already moving in a pace so different than those mothers he’d gotten to know lately due to the parenting class, there was no way he could catch up.

“where are you?” as soon as his phone rang, he picked up, panting from the endless count of steps inside a huge market. “i cannot find you.”

coincidentally, you happened to call rúben in order to tell him that you were going to line in a queue to a small shop selling imported exotic fruits. the small hadn’t been open, yet there was already a waiting list, and in your dictionary of words it should only mean that the said shop was relevant to be called the local’s favourite.

“there you are,” rúben was about to comment

like a lucky charm, they were called in to make their purchase not long after.

you had your eyes already set on durian, so when the uncle asked if you wanted to eat at that place or bring home a peeled one, you didn’t hesitate to have them immediately. besides, you didn’t know how to split durian into two and whatnot.

“oh my god, so damn good!” you didn’t waste a minute to dance your little moves that you made to indicate you’re happy at that moment. “i can eat this every day for the rest of my life!”

good god, please help me.

“you should try, baby!” you were so excited to share your happiness with your husband, one hand holding a tiny bit of yellow and ready to be shoved into rúben’s mouth. who could deny such endearing request? “you’ve never had one before!”

and that was also the last time rúben had a bite of that yellow, mushy inside of durian. apart from the smell, he decided he didn’t like the texture and the bitter aftertaste.

but that was him. you, on the other hand, were munching the fruit as if it was going to be your last time seeing that scarce fruit. it appalled rúben too even at the length and amount you could eat in one seating. and looking at that, seeing you were this elated, it also made him full—in every sense of the word, literally and figuratively.

when you were done with the last chunk, you grinned at him, rather sheepishly. maybe you were drunk from the fruit, maybe you were shy because you just let out one hell of an appetite. “thank you for coming here with me.”

“anytime, my love, but we’re not doing this again. okay, meu anjo?” rúben wiped your fingers one by one from the sticky texture, internally wincing at the stinky smell. “promise me that.”

“sim, meu amor.”

[asksythe]

Ah? What do you mean mpreg is built into the setting of MDZS?

I mean exactly what I said. It's part of the setting. Mpreg is part of MDZS setting.

Or rather, mpreg is part of any and all xianxia or Chinese fantasy settings. Mpreg is not impossible... or even truly rare... in xianxia setting. There are at least three different regular ways for men to get pregnant in this kind of setting, even for low xianxia like MDZS.

Xianxia is Chinese fantasy. Cultivators cultivate until immortality. The upper level of cultivation, an immortal becomes a facet of reality and bends the world to their will. Some can even create an entirely new world wholesale. What's getting pregnant compared to that?

Sure, the setting of MDZS is low xianxia. But we know at the very least a lot of MDZS cultivators are at the Jindan stage. Do you know which stage comes right after the Jindan stage?

元婴 Yuanying. The common English translation for this stage is Nascent Soul. But its real meaning is nascent / origin child/baby/infant.

How does yuanying come about? Well, a cultivator at the end of Jindan stage will go through tribulation. If they pass through tribulation successfully, the jindan (golden core) in their belly will collapse and out comes a baby. This baby then takes over the task of the jindan, circulating the cultivator's chi and feeding off of it. The baby will grow alongside the cultivator's progress, eventually maturing and potentially becoming a separate person should the parent allows it.

(Game interface from a Chinese cultivation game)

This stage is very well documented in actual real-world ancient texts by Wu Liupai, dating back to the 16th century. It's not a modern concept made up for entertainment. It's part of actual real-world Daoist practices and beliefs.

...And xianxia is the brought up to eleventh fantasy version of real-world Daoism. Think about it.

So in truth, every single high-level Jindan stage cultivator in MDZS is just one stage and one successful tribulation away from getting preggo whether they want to or not. (Yes. Every single one of them. Not just Wei Ying or Lan Wangji, but also Jiang Cheng, Lan Qiren, Lan Xichen, Xiu Xingchen, Song Lan, Nie Mingjue... if he didn't die, etc... Not Jin Guangyao, though. He's too weak to get pregnant. Jin Zixuan, maybe)

You don't even have to be a cultivator or in a xianxia setting to get pregnant (whether you are male or female or whatever). Artificially induced pregnancy has been a thing in Chinese folklore since the Summer and Autumn period (BCE). Several different classics mention a fruit called 孕果 yunguo (Lit. Pregnant Fruit). This fruit bestows the ability to get pregnant to anyone who eats it, regardless of gender. Sexual activity with a man is still required, though. Can't make something out of nothing.

And the most famous and widely known in Chinese folklore: water from the River of Mother and Child 子母河. Anyone who drinks this water becomes pregnant, regardless of gender (or even species, actually). You know the most famous person who drank it? The monk Tan Sanzang... and his disciple Zhu Bajie (a male pig), and Sha Wujing (a male fish). It's been made into several TV series and movies. In one of those movie adaptations, Tang Sanzang even carried the pregnancy to term as he wasn't willing to terminate a life and saw this as an opportunity to experience the female side of life.

In the same story, Journey to the West, a rock was pregnant with Son Wukong and gave birth to him.

You have to remember this. Ancient Chinese didn't really think of pregnancy as a biological process requiring sperm and eggs like we do today. They thought of it as a concentration and condensation of qi (breath of the world) until the 'mother body' was saturated with fetal qi and gave birth.

Real-world folklore texts are chockful of such instances where things got pregnant with the breath of the world and gave birth. And that's just regular folklore, not the brought-up-to-eleven version that is xianxia.

[crisiscutie]

Im happy you back!

Can we get a scenerio where foully Sephiroth gets in the shower with pregnant darling and fucks her in there please?

Ty if you did!

So you want "Fluffy" Sephiroth for this scenario, right? 😏 Let's get right into it.

Content Warning: NSFW, Rough Sex, Noncon/Dubcon. Mind Control/Emotional Manipulation.

The warm water cascaded over your body as you stared blankly at the slick, water-splattered ceramic wall. Sephiroth, your beloved husband, had recently reunited with you and your triplet boys. You should be happy. No, you ARE happy. Yet, there was a lingering melancholy within you. If only he could return to the man he once was. Your hand grazed gently from your chest to your swollen, water-glistened belly, carrying your unborn child. A daughter, JENOVA, named by Sephiroth. It's tragic. She would never know the man her father was before his mind broke.

Your heart skipped a beat as the shower curtain creaked open, knowing well that you had locked closed the door before you started showering. Already, you sensed Sephiroth's dark aura without needing to look behind, as his lips curled into a small smirk. You had felt the rise and fall of his breath, his sculpted chest pressed against the back of your head, and his wet silver tresses tickling your skin. He tenderly brushed some of your wet hair away from your ear, leaning in to whisper.

"How lovely our reunion allowed us to be together again," he murmured, his voice a mix of soothing warmth and a faint, unsettling hiss. You tilted your head to the side, reveling in his unusual yet comforting touch. His large, calloused hand traced the contour of your jaw. It then glided down to one of your wet tits, giving it a gentle squeeze. What did he do to make your body feel receptive to this?

"Yes, my love," you blurted out. Why did you say that? What had gotten into you? His free hand stroked the stretch marks of your pregnant belly. His hard cock slid between your legs, rubbing against your folds. Your eyes slightly widened, Your beloved husband has made his intentions clear.

"Here!? Right now!?" You gasped as he grabbed your hips and positioned you.

"Just like old times, my darling," He said. Just as you continued to protest, his smirk grew as his thick cock invaded your entrance. Your body trembled in response, trying to keep your balance. Out of all places, why must you two do it here? He forced more of his pulsing cock inside you, eliciting a whine from you. He cooed into your ear, acting like he wasn't recklessly fucking his pregnant wife.

"Sephiroth, please, don't- Ah! " Your palms are pressed against the wet ceramic wall as he bent you over, with a gentle yet forceful touch. His cock hammered your cunt now, his own palms over yours against the wall. With each rough thrust, your worry grew, making you wonder if he had completely forgotten about your pregnancy, and the fact that the two of you were standing on wet floor!?

His warm breath whispered in your ear once more, sending a pleasurable wave down your spine. "There's nothing to fear," he assured you. "JENOVA will be strong, stronger than anything..." You grit your teeth, feeling a mixture of discomfort and pleasure as your eyes rolled back, your tits and swollen belly bouncing in rhythm with his rough pace. As you reached crescendo, he stopped thrusting, savoring your juices coating his cock.

"Oh, how much I missed this," he said, his voice transforming from its usual soothing tone to a menacing growl. "How much I missed our children." His grip on your hips tightened as he continued, "And how much... I missed YOU." As the evening progressed, the sound of the shower drowned out your whines and moans. Never again would their reunion be disrupted.

...RIP their water bill. 🤣

[libby-for-life]

How would yandere lucifer and lilith would react if adam said he wanted kids?

Like maybe he said that to gross them out and start to leave him alone, but it backfired on him big time.

This is something that he would totally do and it backfires miserably.

Adam sighed to himself, trying not to squirm. He was being held in a tight grip, his head lying on Lucifer’s chest. Lilith was next to them, her body pushed up against his. He was sandwiched between two beings who wanted him to an obsessive degree.

He whimpered when his ass brushed against the ground. Two days from when he was punished and he was still very bruised. Lilith said she liked the color on him and Lucifer laughed but told him it would go away.

"Maybe next time you'll think before you run." Lucifer had said before giving a smack on the rear end. Adam had squealed, he was still very sensitive, but Lucifer looked pleased with himself.

Adam needed to leave. Needed to! It didn't matter that he might like the cuddles and the attention they gave him, he was still being held against his will.

Then, an idea hit him. What if he just grossed them out? He wouldn't have to try very hard, simply existing last time was enough to turn Lilith off and Lucifer was sure to follow Lilith anywhere she went. Surely it wouldn't take much to find out what he needed to do.

Adam thought about his time in the Garden before, thinking about what made Lilith disgusted or even angry. The idea came together quicker than he thought.

Lilith absolutely hated the idea of childbirth in his previous life. The idea of carrying a baby and being the soul carrier always made her angry. She said she deserved better than being some broodmare.

Adam would simply elude to them getting Lilith pregnant and she was sure to run far away. He ignored the pang of them doing that. He didn't want to be alone.

Finally, he would find peace.

When Adam woke up, Lilith was the only one holding him. Lucifer must have gone away to do some boring Heaven stuff. Time to enact the plan.

Making sure he put on his sweetest smile, he gently woke Lilith up. She smiled down at him and French kissed him until he was moaning. Goddamn it! The French don't even exist right now and she was already a pro.

"Hello, Adam. Sleep well?" She asked while Adam gasped in her arms. "Yes." He croaked out. 'Focus.'

"Ah! I wanted to talk about something with you." Adam said. Lilith tilted her head, waiting for Adam to continue.

"I think we should have a baby," Adam said with his sweetest smile. There. Let Lilith stew in her disgust. He waited for the initial revulsion and refusal. Instead, she looked at him with a look Adam couldn't quite read, so he continued.

"Just imagine being swollen with a child, unable to move, and having to rely on others to help you."

A blush adorned her cheeks and she looked at Adam with a hungry look in her eyes. Adam was confused. She should be running away right now! Why...did she look turned on?

"I think that's an excellent idea, Adam," Lilith said, standing up with Adam in tow. "Me and Lucifer should put a baby in you! The angels did say we must populate. What better way than to impregnate you, Adam?!"

Adam on the other hand was too stunned to speak. Him?! Pregnant?! No. No! He meant Lilith! Not him! His face burned with embarrassment.

"Wait! I—" But Lilith wasn't listening anymore as she kissed him again. She was much stronger than him and didn't let go until Adam was putty in her arms.

"Pregnant with our child!" Lilith said with a dreamy look in her eyes. "Yes, that sounds perfect!" She carried a drooling Adam in her arms as she went to go find Lucifer. He would be ecstatic at the news!

And Lucifer was. Adam wanted to have a child? Well, the idea of having a child with Adam, having him rely on them to get him everything he needs, and his chest expanding to hold the milk for their future children. It was enough to leave Lucifer hard in his robes.

Unfortunately, the male human body wasn't capable of giving birth because they didn't design it that way.

Lucifer could theoretically change it, but the angels would be furious with him for doing such things.

He turned to see Lilith sitting on Adam’s face and moaning as he licked her entrance. Adam writhed under her, his cute penis neglected as he pleasured the Frist Woman.

Well, they could always have a little fun with no permanent changes...besides, the idea of Adam becoming heavy with children made him drool.

Perhaps...a little biological change. Just for the night.

[longjohnsilverfish]

Karlach and Astarion decide to have a second? Because honestly the idea of him getting her pregnant is hot

I gotchuuuuu!!! Thankyou, anon!

Again and Again

NSFW 18+

CW: breeding kink

“I want another one.”

Astarion straddled Karlach, stroking her hair back behind her pointed ears and curled horn. His heart raced when speaking, but it was a wish worth speaking.

The pale Vampiric Elf had been living with his wife and son in Baldur’s Gate for a year now. And since they had moved in, Ivaebhin-Astarion had been flourish.

He would go on playdates with his cousin Xan, swim in the nearby pond with his mother while Astarion watched, be his father’s loving assistant as Astarion began to get back into his magistrate career.

His live was happy. Perfect.

Until he saw another baby being held in Karlach’s arms.

Wyll had adopted a baby found in the temple in Baldur’s Gate. He had named her Lily Aurora Ravenguard. The third cutest little thing Astarion had seen. Her pudgy fingers tightened into fists and tearless cries echoed in the air.

Wyll looked like he aged thirty years—and most grateful Karlach put her to a soft nap in her large arms.

But the look of the baby into her arms. The idea of her being a mother again, holding another baby in her arms—his baby.

Her breasts large and sore, begging to be touched and massaged.

Her clit engorged and wanting to be rubbed and milked of her fluids.

Her belly, round and large, ready to pop and give birth to another little half Tiefling, half Elf child.

The combinations of their features. Dozens. Millions.

“I want to make a baby with you,”, the Elf purred, kissing Karlach’s lips softly. “You make the best..”

“Astarion, we should talk before…”

“I know, I know. But…ngh.” Astarion grunted into the Tiefling’s hair, his hips rutting into Karlach’s.

The feeling of her hands running up his ass was all the more erotic.

“Please? Pretty please?”, he growled in a plea, whiny and desperate.

“Oh. Gods—fuck me.” Karlach breathed deeply, kissing up to the Vampire’s lips. “We-we can but them both in the same room, I suppose.”

“Yes. Yes.”

Rip. Rip. Rip. Rip.

Off with the clothes.

“Oh, you devious little thing…,” Astarion snickered. With his left hand, he held the woman’s cunt open, letting her juices trickle out like a spring. With his right, he played with his cock, tapping it against her clit. “You’re already soaked…”

“Just fuck me already,” she grunted, grinding her hips.

“Oh! So demanding. Who am I to…”

The Elf thrusted in, his face between her boobs.

Ah, the height difference. This is was happens when an 8’2 monster and a 5’11 bean get together.

But after years of love-making, they made it work.

Astarion smirked, biting into a breasts before moving his hips, the slapping beginning to pick up. Karlach cried out in pleasure, her hand planting itself in the Elf’s white curls to keep him suckling her blood.

Heatwave after heatwave, gulp after gulp. It was like spicy wine into his mouth, although much more sweeter from her breasts. Was it the milk’s doing? He wasn’t tasting the blood, perhaps the milk gave it flavor?

“Mm. Mm.” Karlach huffed, grinding her hips up. “Faster. I’m starting to daydream about cribs and baby clothes.”

Astarion smiled, and began picking up the pace. Gushing at his cock being taken in even deeper, he purred with pleasure, the hot warmth of her walls suckling him dry, milking his cock for all it was worth.

“Oh yeah? Like that idea?” The feeling of his cock kissing deep with his wife, seeing her keen at each deep kiss within her womb. “Wanna be bed ridden, have me wait on you hand and foot?”

“M-mhm!”

“Want that belly full again? Full of me? My Vampiric seed?”

“Mhm!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

Astarion laughed, hitting deeply in a certain stroke. “Yeah?”

“Yes!,” cried Karlach, now tears coming down her face.

Astarion stopped his thrusting for a moment, getting Karlach’s legs over his shoulders. And just like that, he began thrusting fast in no time. “Will you be a good mommy?”

“I promise!”

“You promise?.” His ruby eyes stared deep into her fiery irises.

“Yeah! Yeah! Please! Please!”

“Then—!”

Astarion began to slam as quick as he could, the sound of his balls slapping against her ass.

“Here you go!”

And in a moment, the two being came together. Karlach’s walls clamped around Astarion’s manhood, gushing in a clear fluid of love and lust. The Elf’s seed shot load upon load inside the Tiefling, his hot cum melting the woman from the inside out—deep within her womb, nestling inside to keep warm and eventually, become another perfect little baby for them both.

Astarion breathed heavily, looking down at the Karlach, who was just as sweaty as him.

“Girl or boy?,” he asked.

“If a girl…”

“We will name her Karlach.”

“No!”, Karlach protested, her tail hitting Astarion at the back of the head. “Something nice.”

“You are the nicest, most kindest woman I know,” Astarion remarked smartly. “If it’s a girl, her name will be…hm. Nothing other than Karlach would fit.”

“Oh! I know!” Karlach smiled. “Braerindra!”

“Braerindra? Hm, Brae-rin-drah Karlach. Hm, not bad. Braerindra-Karlach it is.”

“And a boy?”

“…hm. Haalaari-Constantine.”

Karlach whistled at the name. “Now that is a good name.”

“I try,” he smiled, kissing her nose. “But no matter what, they will be loved. Boy or girl.”

“Yes. Boy or girl.”

It was nine months later, and surprise surprise surprise, Karlach ended up having twins. Oh, that day will live in infamy. The yelling, the crying, the smiles.

The family of five. Perfect.

[smoooothoperator]

hi hi !!!!

i love the epilogue you posted about violet and lando’s life since the ending of the last chapter in the series!!!!

you should totally write a blurb on how they asked max and p to be the godparents, that would be so sweet 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

I hope you like it🥹🥹🥹🥹

After Lando and Violet bought their house, they started the tradition of having dinner with Max and Pietra every Tuesday.

"Why Tuesday and not Friday?" Lando asked laughingm after Violet proposed the tradition for the first time.

"Because it's Monday's ugly cousin" she laughed. "And because it's the day you come back from races or the day before you leave. So we have dinner to celebrate your race or to wish a good one"

"And that's why I always said that you are the smart one of us"

The day Lando and Violet decided to ask Max and Pietra to be the godparents of their child was right after Violet had the first trimester appointment, with the pictures of the fetus already with them.

Both of them were nervous, setting the table ready with the entrees and the drinks and making sure they had the pictures near to show them to their friends.

"I mean, they would say yes, right?" Violet sighed looking at the table.

"Of course, love" Lando smiled, taking a step closer to her and wrapping her arms around her, pressing her back against his chest.

He rubbed her belly gently, smiling when he felt the small baby bump under her shirt. He pressed a loud kiss on her cheek before pulling away.

When Max and Pietra arrived, Violet trying to stay calm, to not place her hands near her belly (something she loves doing while she is alone or with Lando), but everytime she found herself placing her hand on her belly she swallowed thickly and smiled nervously. And Lando wasn't calm neither, looking at Violet all the time and making sure she didn't do something suspicious, trying to keep a distance from her because if he sat next to her he would be cuddling her with his hand on her belly.

"Okay, what is going on with you two?" Max frowned, looking at both of them.

"What you are talking about? We're completely fine!" Violet laughed.

"No? You are acting weird?" Pietra pointed.

"You are not getting divorced, right?" Max frowned.

"No! Are you insane?!" Violet gasped.

"Then you did something disappointing" Max laughed looking at Lando.

"Why am I always the one doing something bad?" Lando groaned.

"I mean... I'll say he did something, but not disappointing" Violet smiled. "And he didn't pretty good"

"Ah, come on, it takes two to tango" Lando smiled, kissing her temple.

"It takes two to..." Pietra frowned, repeating the words and then opening her eyes wide, gasping. "No way!"

"Yes way!" Violet smiled, knowing she understood the reference.

"Wait what?" Max frowned.

"She's pregnant!" Pietra smiled, getting up at the same time as Violet and she hugged her.

"Oh! No way! God, congratulations!" Max laughed, getting up and hugging Lando.

They laughed, hugging each other and then Pietra smiled, placing her hand on Violet's belly, stocking it softly.

"Now I understand why you didn't order the other day your favorite cocktail" Pietra smiled.

"I swear it was so hard" Violet laughed. "But it's worth it, definitely worth it"

Lando smiled, looking at his wife with the same heart eyes he had the first time he saw her, now irradiating with a beautiful glow since they discovered she was pregnant.

"Well, now that you two know..." Violet smiled, biting her lip. "We wanted to ask you to be the godparents of our kid"

"What? For real?" Max gasped.

"Yeah. We want you to be part of the family, we want our kid to grow up with you next to it... And we know that you would love it like yours"

Max looked at them, speechless. He always considered Lando as his brother, they know each other since they are kids, and he watched him grow and became the man be is.

"O-oh" Pietra smiled, looking at Max.

"Yes" he nodded. "It would be such a honor, mate"

Lando smiled and hugged him tight while the girls watched them with a smile in their faces.

"Well, now that we are the godparents, can we discuss the names?"

"Well, actually... We already have a name of it's a girl" Violet smiled, making Lando smile when he saw her looking at a picture on the wall.

[writingwhimsey]

How about 13 with Napoleon? 🥺 Did i hear mating season?? 👀

Thank you for the request! This one was fun! Hope you're ready for some super spicy Napoleon who wants nothing more than to mate with you over and over again!

Smut is In the Air Event

Suitor: ikevamp Napoleon

Prompt: "Get back down here, we're not done yet."

NSFW 18+ content

Mating Season

I walked into Le Comte’s study. “Sebastian said you wanted to see me?” I asked as I stepped inside.

“Ah, yes, come have some tea with me, ma cherie.” Le Comte greeted me with a warm smile. “I just had something I wanted to discuss with you.”

“Oh?” I asked, sitting down in a chair opposite Comte as he poured tea for the two of us. “What is it?”

“Well…it’s more of a warning I feel I should give you.”

“A warning? About what? Has there been something happening in town?” I asked, worried.

“No, nothing like that.” Le Comte replied. “I just thought with spring being in the air, I should tell you about something that can happen to vampires, at least for those who have found someone they love.”

“Yes?”

“Sometimes…during spring after, finding a lover, some vampires…experience a…mating season if you will, during the spring.” Comte explained.

“Mating season?” I asked.

“Yes, female vampires will experience a, something like a heat and male vampires will go into …something like a rut. Experiencing very intense desires to be with the one they love and possibly conceive a child.”

“Are…are you saying this might happen with Napoleon?” I asked, my eyes going wide as my cheeks reddened.

“It’s possible, but the desire might not be as strong with a lesser vampire as it would be with a pureblood vampire.” Comte said. “But I thought you should know so you can be prepared.”

I nodded. “Thank you, Comte.” I replied.

Comte and I chatted a few more moments before I was returning to my chores. My mind couldn’t help but to wander to my conversation with Comte. Nor could I stop myself from thinking what it might be like if Napoleon did experience this rut, mating season thing. We had been discussing the possibility of having children recently…and if he really wanted to and had such an intense desire…could I ever really resist? I don’t think I could.

I found myself in the room Napoleon and I shared, putting away the days laundry and changing the sheets. I was bent over the bed, smoothing out the sheets when I felt two strong, familiar arms wrap around my waist. He pulled me closer and I felt his nose nuzzling against my neck.

“Napoleon…”

“Mmmm…nunuche, you…smell extra sweet today.” He breathed into my ear.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. Was this what Comte was talking about. “Oh? I haven’t done anything special.” I replied.

“No, new perfume?” Napoleon asked, sliding his nose along my neck as he breathed in my scent.

“N-no…”

“Then…it must be you, nunuche.” He said, placing a kiss on the side of my neck. “It’s quite an intoxicating scent.”

“N-Napoleon…” I gasped as yet another delightful shiver made its way down my spine. “I-I need to…finish up my…work for the day.” 

“Mmm…you can always get back to that later, nunuche.” Napoleon replied, his voice practically a purr in my ear. His hand moved to undo the top few buttons of my shirt. He was then opening my collar so that he could place nibbling kisses along the side of my neck and shoulder. “I can’t possibly think of letting you go right now.”

“Mmm…ngh…” I moaned with each kiss. “W-what can…you think of doing then?” I asked, my voice coming out raspier than I intended.

“Mmm…you.” Napoleon answered. “I can’t help myself…all I want to do is make love to you…and perhaps…get you pregnant…I can’t help but to think you would be even more beautiful carrying a baby we made together…”

His hand was slipping inside my open shirt then, moving to fondle my breasts even as his lips continued their sweet attack on my neck and shoulder. It seemed he was being affected by the mating season Comte had warned me about…but my mind was starting to become hazy and all I could think about was Napoleon’s hands and lips on me and how much I wanted him. Besides… he was the man I loved…I did want children with him…and he did make it sound rather nice…

His other hand slid down my thigh and then up under my skirt. He pushed my panties aside and then slid his fingers to stroke my sensitive bud. “Ahn…N-Napoleon…” I moaned as I found myself grinding myself into his hand, seeking further stimulation.

“Mmm…you’re already so wet for me.” He murmured in my ear as he moved his fingers back further to slide into my slick heat. “You want me as much as I want you.”

“Yes…Napoleon…yes…please…” I found myself begging, wanting him to fill me and pound me into the mattress.

“Then who am I to say no?” Napoleon said before bending me back over the bed and lifting my skirt. He ripped my panties off and then I heard him unbuckling his pants and then they were hitting the floor. I didn’t have anymore time to think before I felt him slipping inside me.

“Ahn…yes!” I moaned at the feeling.

Napoleon began to thrust, leaning down over me, continuing to kiss me even as he tore my blouse off, allowing him to plant kisses over my back. “You’re…so beautiful…and you feel so good…” He murmured against my skin between thrusts. 

“Mmmnn…yes…ah…Napoleon…” I moaned as I felt that white hot heat building up inside me, winding tight like a coil before finally snapping and sending me over the edge.

Napoleon soon joined me in release, spilling inside me.

I had just started to catch my breath when Napoleon suddenly flipped me over onto my back. He practically tore off the rest of his clothes and mine before throwing my ankles up over his shoulders. I was moaning as he once again slid inside me and began to pound me into the bed,

Again and again, we changed positions as his hands mapped my body and his lips lavished me in affection. Both of us finding release multiple times. I had honestly lost count. I had just rolled over, from having ridden him, lying on my back and panting as I tried to catch my breath.

Napoleon leaned over and kissed my shoulder delicately. “Mmm, I love you.” He murmured.

I smiled. “I love you, too.” I was then turning to look out the window, taking note of the position of the sun. “Oh…it’s getting late. I should go finish my chores…” I had started to get up, but Napoleon grabbed me by the wrist.

I turned to look at him, a questioning look on my face. “Napoleon?”

“Where do you think you’re going, nunuche?” He asked, a devilish grin on his face.

“What…”

“Get back down here, we’re not done yet.” Napoleon said as he tugged on my wrist and pulled me back into bed, his hands moving to my hips and bringing them to meet his own so that he was once again sliding inside me.

“Mmm…Nap-Napoleon…” I moaned. It appeared my emperor wouldn’t be letting me go for at least the rest of the day…chores could always be done later…tomorrow perhaps…or maybe the day after…I might not be able to walk tomorrow.

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Harry awoke the moment Hermione left the bed. He braced himself up on one elbow and squinted across the room after the blurry form of his wife. Sunlight streamed through the cracks in the curtains. He could tell by the level of brightness that it was likely rather late in the morning – almost noon, probably. 

He heard the sound of retching and immediately got out of bed. He snagged his glasses off the bedside table and hurried to his wife’s side. She was bent over the toilet as she threw up. He knelt down beside her and pulled her long curls back.

He gently ran a hand along her back.

“Potions wore off,” he guessed.

Hermione groaned.

“I didn’t even think about it.”

“None of us did,” she responded weakly. There was a pause and then she began retching again.

“Is she okay?”

Harry looked up and was unsurprised to find his younger self wide awake. He was a little startled to see the genuine fear and horror on the boy’s face.

“It’s okay, just morning sickness.”

“Hermione’s never mentioned anything like this.”

“No,” Harry responded and wasn't sure if he should laugh at the boy's innocence or lament Hogwarts’ poor education, “it’s a pregnant witches thing.”

His answer did not seem to soothe young Harry’s anxiety and panic.

“Daddy?” Teddy yawned as he appeared next to young Harry. He rubbed his eyes. “Should I get Uncle Ron?”

“That’s a great idea, Ted. Down the hall. First door on your left.” Teddy hurried out of the bathroom. “Harry,” he said to his younger self who looked like he was working himself up into a proper panic, “can you go downstairs to the kitchen and get Hermione a cup of water?”

“I don’t know where that is?” his younger self stressed.

“That’s okay. Down the hall. Take the stairs. It’s on the first floor, just beyond the two big blue doors in the main hallway. Got it?”

His younger self nodded quickly before turning and hurrying out of the room.

“He's adorable,” Hermione groaned, head resting in her hand as she sat by the toilet.

Harry grinned. “He looked like he was going to cry. He's already very attached to you.”

“It's the maternal magic,” she sighed as she lifted her head.

He kissed her forehead. “Think you can get back in bed?”

She groaned. “Yes. Help me up.”

Harry magically cleansed her mouth and held her hair back as she washed her face. He was just tucking her under the covers of the bed when Teddy and Draco arrived.

“Ron went for groceries. I can get your potions.”

“Perfect.”

Harry conjured a parchment with a list of the potions Hermione needed. “Buy only the best.”

Draco scoffed. “Obviously.” He turned and headed back out as young Harry arrived.

“The glasses were dusty,” he informed his older self seriously. “I didn't see any soap, so I washed the cup under the water.” 

“Magical homes tend to use spells for soap,” Harry explained as he took the cup and passed it to Hermione. “Washing the dust off with water is probably good enough. Thanks, lad.”

“Are you okay?” the child asked Hermione.

“I am, sweetheart. Thank you for the water. Come sit. We can read a bit until Draco comes back with my potions.”

“You trust Malfoy to get your potions for you?” his younger self demanded.

Harry sighed. “He’s not a Malfoy anymore,” he reminded.

His younger self scowled.

Harry lifted the boy onto the bed without warning. He bounced on the bed with a huff of amusement. 

“Sit,” Harry ordered. “Let me see if I can’t find you a book to read.” Harry searched the bookshelves in the bedroom, humming as he went. “Ah ha. Seems some other Potters had similar habits to us.” He plucked a children's book of fables from the shelf and brought it over. “There you go, boys. You read to Hermione.”

“Where are you going?” his younger self demanded.

“To clean the kitchen so I can make breakfast when Ron returns. You want to help?” 

His younger self wrinkled his nose and shook his head. “I'm good, thanks.”

Harry huffed a small laugh. “Thought not.”