#JUST AS SHE FOUND OUT SHE WAS PREGGO

[bunnithechubs]

spoiler alert: his surgery went fine!!

[tricksh0t]

wanna fuck him so bad 😫

[ak319]

A.M x fem!reader ─ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 (𝐁𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲)

ಇ. one-shot

Warnings/MDNI: fluff, a little angst, emotional too? it touched me a lot though 😭, reader is preggo, arthur is paranoid af even from trees--to the point of losing his mind- Syno: Arthur meets an old lady, and his greatest fears are left ruffled. he isn't going back to normal now. +++ it's kind of a self-indulgent oneshot based on things I heard growing up, hehe. Arthur pic by Caramello on Pin.

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He’d found her near the fork in the trail, hunched by a busted wheel and muttering curses. Old, but not frail, her eyes were sharp and her tongue sharper as she waved him down like he was late to something.

"You! Boy!"

Arthur slowed his horse, brow raised. "Ma’am."

"You got hands, don’t you? Good. Help me get this damned thing back on the axle before I throw it in the creek."

He could’ve ridden past. Should’ve, maybe. But something about her tone, bossy, impatient, proud , reminded him of you.

So he dismounted without a word and started working. Took him fifteen minutes, a few grunts, and one splinter, but the wheel was back in place. The old woman clucked her tongue like she approved, but didn’t say thanks.

"Figured it was a good day for helping folks," Arthur said, brushing his hands off on his pants.

She squinted at him. "You from these parts?"

"Not really."

"Got family?"

He hesitated, blushing. "Sort of."

She nodded, like she knew what that meant. "You’re not law, are you?"

He smirked faintly. "No, ma’am."

"Good. I don’t like ‘em. Too nosy."

That made him chuckle under his breath. "Ain’t got much reason to like 'em myself."

She jerked her head toward the bench on the cart. "Come on. You’re ridin’ with me to the river. Least you can do after helpin’ is keep me from dyin’ of boredom."

He didn’t argue. He helped her up, then climbed in beside her.

She started talking before the horse even took a step.

And that’s how, somewhere between a crooked mile and a winding bend, Arthur learned about her niece , about the girl’s sadness, the things she shouldn’t have done, and all the things her husband failed to do. He didn’t say much. Just listened.

"Lost the baby," she said, matter-of-fact. "Girl didn’t take care of herself properly. Started acting odd, too. Very...odd. Wouldn’t eat. Wouldn't talk. Spent a lot of her time in her garden, alone. Quiet, under trees."

Arthur glanced sideways. "What’s trees got to do with it?"

"You don’t get all pretty, dolled up and sit under them, especially when the sun's goin' down. Pulls in bad stuff y'know. Makes the air heavy. Don’t hang clothes under open sky for long either, or leave hairbrushes lying around. They attract things. The old folks always said so."

Arthur nodded slowly, like he wasn’t paying attention, but he was already filing each word away.

No trees. No clothes hanging. Put the brush away.

"She sat in the dark too much. Alone. Cryin’. That’s no good. You sit in the dark, you invite things you don’t understand. You keep a house with warmth and sound in it. Laughter. Music. Light."

He looked down at his hands. You’d cried last night. Quiet, somewhere alone in the camp, when no one was looking, thought he wouldn't know. He knew because your eyes were swollen a bit too much when you had lain down beside him at night. Upon questioning , you had refused to answer him which led to an argument.

Dammit, I am a fuckin' bastard.

"Her husband was useless," the woman added with a sniff. "Didn’t even talk to the baby, didn’t keep her company. A woman carryin’ life needs love louder than the fear in her head. Needs someone holdin’ her hand more often than not."

Arthur swallowed hard, his jaw clenching out of instinct.

All this time, he’d been so focused on saving for the future , for the child, for safety, for the mess the gang might leave behind , that he hadn’t realized he was already failing at the most important part.

Being there.

Being present.

Being a father now, not just later.

"She was always angry before the baby passed," she said more gently. "You can’t sleep angry. That sort of feeling gets into everything. Into the child, even. Husband should smooth her hair, put a hand on her belly. Say good words. Doesn’t matter which ones. What matters is how he says ‘em."

"Right," Arthur murmured, jaw tight. "Got it."

"And feed her fruit. Good fruit. Give her water from your own cup once a day. Makes the child feel known. And keep her off her feet when the wind’s wrong."

Arthur looked up. "When the wind’s wrong?"

"You’ll know when it is. If you love her."

She patted his arm as he helped her climb down the wagon. "Men think protecting a woman is about killin’ things for her. Sometimes, it’s just makin’ sure she eats right and don’t cry alone."

She looked at him , really looked and said, "You got a woman carryin' your child, don’t you?"

Arthur blinked with a faint smile, his neck once again going red. "...Mhm...wife."

"Then go home, boy," she said, reaching out to straighten the fold of his shirt like he was twelve. "And stop leaving her alone with her sadness. You ain’t just protectin’ her body. You’re protectin’ the world you’ll both live in once that baby arrives. Make sure it’s one she wants to stay in."

He was left speechless and...heavy with an uncountable amount of feelings. He stood there a minute longer after she was gone, then rubbed his jaw thoughtfully.

When Arthur got back to camp, he didn’t waste time.

Didn't greet anyone. Didn’t even scold Sean like usual when the boy hollered something about the horse looking tired.

No, he went straight to you.

You were sitting by the fire, poking at your plate, looking exhausted and a little distant, like you’d been left alone with your thoughts too long. You’d been doing that a lot these days. Same quiet place. Same untouched food. Same hollowness behind your eyes.

And it wasn’t like you.

Not you, who used to slam down your fork when dinner was cold. Who used to bite back at Dutch, roll her eyes at everyone, and make jokes, insult John like a hobby, to make Abigail smile. You loved poking people for fun not a piece of meat on a plate.

But now…

Now you just sat there. Under the dark sky, firelight soft against your skin, shadows deep under your eyes.

And you looked alone.

Arthur’s throat closed up.

Camp was still moving. Bill and Javier were somewhere near the wagons. Mary-Beth was chatting with Tilly. Uncle and Sean were probably off yelling about something that didn’t matter. You were surrounded by people.

And yet, he had never seen someone look so alone in a crowd.

His vision blurred for a second. He blinked fast, looking away, dragging a hand down his face as if that’d somehow fix what he was feeling. His chest ached in a quiet, unbearable way.

He’d been too focused on everything else. And there you were. His girl. His wife. The mother of his child. Sitting right in the middle of it all, still feeling like nobody saw her.

He swore under his breath, quiet, and started walking toward you before his legs could second-guess it.

He wasn’t about to let you sit in the dark by yourself another damn minute.

Arthur squatted down in front of you, his big hand sliding over your knee, startling you. "You eat?"

"Um...hi?". You shrugged. "And yeah, a...little."

"Not enough."

Before you could argue, he plucked an apple from his bag, one he’d bought on the ride back, carefully picking the ripest one like it was mission critical, and set it in your palm. "Eat it."

You blinked at him. "What are you doing?"

"Feedin' you."

"I know but-"

"You’re gonna eat it," he said firmly, already brushing crumbs off your lap and pulling your legs gently into his. "Ain’t no harm in lettin’ me fuss over you a little."

You squinted at him, suspicious. "What’s got you so-"

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, holding the back of your neck to calm himself. "J-us'---jus' heard some things today."

"About...what?"

"About how a woman in your condition oughta be cared for. And how I ain’t been doin’ enough of it."

You frowned, but you bit into the apple anyway.

Arthur sat back, watching you like you might disappear if he looked away. His hand absent-mindedly rubbed your shin, his thumb circling the spot where you’d complained about aching last night to Karen.

...You’d even stopped sharing your problems with him.... Whether it was because you didn’t think he was worthy of them anymore, or you just didn’t want to be a burden, he didn’t know. But he knew one thing. He didn’t like it

Slowly chewing, you spoke up, "You’re acting strange."

"Yeah, well," he muttered, "guess I figured out I ain't just protectin' you from guns and bad men. I gotta protect you from bein' sad. From bein’ tired. From...feelin' like you gotta do this alone."

You stared at him, gulping.

He caught the look and clicked his tongue. "Don’t go gettin' all weepy on me now. I'm still mad you didn't finish your lunch."

"You sound like...Uncle Hosea."

"Good. He’s smarter than me, always has been." He brushed your hair behind your ear, voice dropping as he added, "Also, always put your brush away. And we’re sleepin’ with the lamp on. No arguments."

Your brows shot up in confusion.

"Not arguin’," he said sweetly, cupping your face. "Just lovin’ you loud enough to drown out the fear. That’s the rule now."

You sat there for a beat too long, caught in his stare, your fingers tightening around the apple.

Finally, you mumbled, "I was fine, you don't have to."

Arthur smiled faintly, pressing a kiss to your temple. "No, you weren’t. You aren't. And don’t you dare say ‘you didn’t have to’ or ‘don’t do it’, not to me, you silly girl." His voice dropped, softer, but firm. "Who else’s job is it, huh? Mhm? You should’ve beat my sorry ass to make me do it sooner. Don't think you ain't a priority of mine, not...more important than the gang. You are...I jus' never made you feel it, I guess. So be selfish, very, very selfish, ya' hear me?"

And when you slowly leaned into his chest with your eyes glistening, food forgotten, Arthur wrapped his arms around you like he never planned to let go.

That night, you found your brush tucked neatly away. Arthur had fussed a bit more over the fire, made sure you ate more than you could even, and massaged your feet till you dozed off.

All the while as he just shrugged and muttered, "Wind’s wrong." He pulled you onto his chest, his big hand resting over your belly like it was the most natural thing in the world. No words. Just the warmth of his palm, the steady hum of his breath, and the soft glow of the lamp in the tent, he absolutely refused to turn off.

Because love protects in ways no gun ever could.

And you were delusional to think it wouldn't get much more than this...

❀˖°

You hadn’t even been under the damn tree for five minutes.

The breeze was soft, sun low, and you’d just finished pinning your hair up the way you liked, a little loose, a little elegant, with one of the new combs Arthur brought back from town. You smelled like rosewater from your bath. Felt good for once, onto some evening reading. Fresh and light, pretty, settled, calm.

Which is exactly when you heard thundering footsteps.

"Hey!" Arthur’s voice cracked through camp like a whip. "Get up."

You looked over your shoulder slowly, like you were dreaming. There he was, stomping across the clearing like a man possessed. Hat crooked from running. Eyes locked on you like you'd personally offended him.

"...What did I do now?" you asked flatly.

"You're sittin' under a tree."

"So?"

"So?!" he panted, stopping a few feet from you, "you look... like that."

You blinked. "L-like what?"

"Like... you got your hair all done up, smell like a damn field of flowers, and you're glowin'. And you're sittin' under the one thing I was told to keep you the hell away from."

"...Arthur."

"She said don't let you near trees if you're glamoured up!" he hissed, glancing up at the branches like they were about to lunge at you.

"But I just wanted to-"

"YOU NEVER LISTEN, WOMAN! THEY NOTICE--BAD THINGS NOTICE, AND THEY'RE GONNA GET YOU! OR GET INSIDE YOU, I DUNNO! JUS' GET YOUR ASS UP!"

Your breath caught. He'd never spoken to you like that before. Never so sharp. And it scared the hell out of you.

You hadn’t meant to make a mistake. You were just tired. You wanted peace.

Your lip trembled before you could stop it. You tried to blink away the burn in your eyes, tried to breathe through the rising weight in your chest... but you couldn’t. Not this time.

That’s when Susan stormed over.

"Arthur Morgan! What in God’s name are you barkin’ about?! What could she possibly have done?"

Arthur spun to her, exasperated. "She's sittin' under a fuckin' tree!"

"And?!"

"And she ain’t supposed to! Not when she’s all pretty and perfumed and-" He gestured toward you, like that explained everything.

Susan crossed her arms. "The tree’s gonna gobble her up, is it?"

Arthur clenched his jaw. "That ain’t the point! It ain’t safe. Evil, horror things--I dunno!"

But Susan’s eyes had already flicked back to you. She saw the tears brimming, the way your shoulders were shaking.

And then it happened.

You broke.

A sob tore from your throat as you covered your face, crying in spite of yourself.

Susan’s expression softened. "Oh, sweetheart, are you alright? Ignore him."

Arthur’s heart plummeted.

In two strides, he was in front of you, crouching down low, voice suddenly low and raw. "Hey. No, no, c’mere. I ain’t mad at you, alright? I’m just--hell, I’m scared. I didn’t mean to yell."

But you were already leaning into Susan, hiding in her arms as you cried harder.

Arthur’s hands hovered before gently cupping your chin, coaxing your gaze to his. "I ain’t scared of much," he whispered, eyes glistening, "but losin’ you? I’d burn down every tree in the damn country if it meant keepin’ you safe."

Susan shook her head, fighting a smile. "Well, now you’ve done it. She’s crying, and it’s your fault."

Arthur didn’t look away from you. "I’m so sorry, darlin'. Look at me."

You blinked up at him through tears. He brushed your jaw with his thumb, then pressed a long kiss to your forehead, staying there like he could kiss away the world.

"Lemme walk you back, alright? No more trees today."

You hiccupped quietly. "I w-was co-mfortable."

Arthur smiled softly. "I’ll build you a chair outta blankets and hold your hand the whole damn time. Deal?"

You nodded, finally leaning into his chest.

Susan chuckled as she walked off. "Lord, you two’ll give me gray hair."

Arthur murmured against your temple, "Mine’ll go first at this rate," and then added under his breath, "Damn old ladies… damn gorgeous woman… damn hauntin’ trees…"

He tugged you up gently by the hand, draped his jacket over your shoulders like a shield, and guided you back toward the tents, never letting go.

Now everyone was sure that...

Arthur was absolutely gonna start carrying an axe from now on.

Just in case.

Which made him target of stupid ass jokes from Bill , Sean and John like...

'Oi, Arthur! Need us to put up a fence around the trees for ya? Keep the lady safe from wild bark and seductive leaves?'

'Should we start packin’ flowers around her bed too? Maybe get her a tree-repellent candle?'

Even Dutch-"Boy, have I ever told you how proud I am? Chivalry. Romance. Tree-related overreactions. That’s what this gang needs more of."

"Dammit" Arthur closed his eyes like he was praying for patience. "I ain’t never talkin’ to old women again."

"You will," you said sweetly, "especially if they give more advice about how to treat me like royalty."

The camp howled.

Arthur gave up, dragging a hand over his face and shaking his head, but not before pressing a kiss to your temple again, just to shut them all up for a moment.

He didn't mind the notion at all. If that makes you happy and safe. Old people spoke wisdom anyway.

Two days later, you sat by the fire, reaching for knife to help Susan with chopping veggies for stew when-

Arthur appeared like a storm cloud.

He had said no things sharp.

And so he didn’t even speak. Just slowly pulled the knife from your hand, gave Susan a look of deep apology, and started chopping himself.

"Sharp things," he said solemnly. "Not today."

Also, did you mention how he tied a makeshift ribbon on your wrist made from his handkerchief? Soft. So that way, even when he isn't here, you know he's close. To you both.

❀˖°

By the end of the week, the notebook had:

A tally of how many times you sneezed

A small doodle of the tree you sat under (labeled 'Dangerous Shady Bastard')

A list titled "Food Cravings Approved / Denied"

Goose eggs cooked over a fire (ticked).

Well, this made you remember how he was chased down while stealing them, and you're laughing the whole time while Arthur’s yelling, "it ain’t funny, damnit!"

Pickled beets (ticked)

Blackberries (ticked)

Stagecoach jerky from Sean (crossed)

Whatever the hell that "river cheese" was (crossed)

One page that just read:

"Combing her damn luscious hair while sittin' under trees = VERY BAD. DO NOT REPEAT."

You’d tried to ignore it. You really did.

But on the eighth day, after Arthur pressed a warm hand to your forehead because you sniffled once, wrote 'Chill in air?' and asked if Dutch’s cologne was 'too strong for the baby,' you finally cracked.

"Arthur!" you burst, snatching the notebook.

"You gonna scold me for protectin’ my family?" he asked, full cowboy martyr eyes.

You stared at the page.

He’d drawn a tiny picture of you. Next to it, he’d written:

Don’t let her sleep mad. Night’s too long to carry anger. If she breathes funny, check her pulse. If she walks fast, carry her. If she rolls her eyes, kiss her.

Your face softened.

"…You’re so-"

Arthur grinned, not even letting you finish as he pulled you snug to his chest, his arms wrapped tight around your waist. "Yeah. In love. I know."

You tried to squirm, only half-heartedly. "And you’re gonna give yourself a stroke if you keep this up. You’re making me worried now!"

Instead of easing off, he simply leaned in, nuzzling into the crook of your neck like he was trying to melt into your skin. His voice was soft, all gravel and affection.

"Then I’ll die holdin’ this dumb little notebook and you."

You let out a snort, muffled as you buried your smile in his collar. "God help me. You’re gonna be so much worse when the baby’s here."

Arthur shifted then, gently pushing you back onto the bedroll, his body following yours like instinct. His weight was warm and grounding, his hand sliding behind your head as the other pulled the blanket up over both of you. He laid half on top of you, protective and lazy, like a man who had no intention of leaving.

"Oh, I already got a whole second notebook ready for that, sweetheart," he murmured smugly against your cheek.

You paused, squinting up at him. "What--Arthur."

He kissed your lips, slow and indulgent, like punctuation.

"Color-coded."

"Off the rails, aren't you?."

"For you," he said with zero shame, kissing the tip of your nose before resting his forehead to yours.

Then, softer, almost sheepish, "I just wanna do right by you. And the kid. Even if it means not sleepin’ and keepin’ track of how many times you throw a pillow at me."

You blinked slowly, the lump rising in your throat making it hard to speak.

Arthur kissed your jaw, then your wrist, then held your hand right over his chest, where his heartbeat thudded steady beneath your palm.

"I ain’t lettin’ a damn thing touch both of you," he whispered. "Not worry, not fear, not even a rough patch in camp. You hear me?"

You nodded, tucking yourself closer into his arms, his weight like armor and his words like prayer.

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[morgluvsconnie]

MORGGGG, HOW YOU FEELING ABT DAD!CONNIE??

-🍑

(can i be peach anon ? 😭)

POSITIVE.

connie x preggo/mommy!reader, short headcanons, mild cursing, basically just fluff! (yes u can be peach anon <3!)

dad!connie

who when he found out you were pregnant, just stared at you with a confused look. “i gave you that many cream pies?”

you narrowed your eyes at him and put your weight on one hip, pointing at your stomach. “your child is in my stomach.” you tried to get him to an understanding.

he slowly smiled.

dad!connie

who panicked mostly about when your daughter was gonna start developing feelings for boys, complaining about it almost every week.

“you don’t have to worry about that connie.” you smiled a little, laying across your shared bed.

dad!connie

who copy’s your baby waddle when you’re mad at him or just in general to tease you.

he also finds himself, willingly, sitting or playing around on the ball that you bounce on for your pregnancy.

dad!connie

who when your water broke, laughed because he thought you peed yourself, again, but when you looked at him with wide eyes, his smile faded. “ooou.. oh.. that ain’t pee?” he scratched his head

not even three minutes later, was on the phone with your parents and his parents, stressing tf outttt, rushing around and trying to pack things for you.

dad!connie

who knew true female strength for the first time in a long time when you gripped his arm, trying his best not to say anything because of the pain you were in.

“baby.. my arm-” he started, but you breathed heavily, touching your stomach. “shut. up.”

“okay.”

dad!connie

who stared at the head of your baby with wide eyes, furrowed eyebrows, and a covered mouth.

the size of your baby’s head coming out shocked him. and it wasn’t even because it was big or anything, how could you withstand that?

dad!connie

who felt his fingers losing circulation from the amount of pressure you were putting on his hand. as much as he fanned you, tried to calm you down, he couldn’t help but glance at back down.

yep, that was it.

dad!connie

who had to be tended to by other doctors when he passed out after seeing the way your baby stretched you out.

right before the baby was born.

dad!connie

who stared at your baby with narrowed eyes, blinking a few times before pointing. “she posed to be purple?”

you looked at him and smacked your lips. “she just out connie, she don’t got our color yet.”

dad!connie

who when you got out the hospital, let you rest in bed for the whole day if you wanted to, tending to your baby whenever you needed him to or wanted him to.

barely letting you get on your feet and do things yourself. “nooo, sit down. you gotta be bed ridden.” he kissed your cheek and pat your face with a warm towel.

“where were you with all this when i was pushing her out?” you playfully smiled at him. connie opened his mouth to say something, but squinted. “you know that?”

dad!connie

who, as your child grew, and got more disobedient (apparently only in your eyes), laughed at her antics, until you gave him the same look you gave her.

“oh yeah, put mommy stuff down before this turn into a friendly fire.” connie mumbled, patting his toddlers shoulder.

dad!connie

who, when his daughter came home from kindergarten and said she had a crush on a boy, stared at her with an open mouth, then at you.

“well? you not gon say nothing?” connie narrowed his eyes. you laid back on the couch, putting one of her toys together. “it’s just puppy love con-“

“LOVE?”

dad!connie

who, two days later, when his daughter came home saying she had a boyfriend, almost spiraled out of control.

“and why, callie? please let me know.” he rested his elbows on his knees with his head hanging down in a full dramatic way. “cus, daddy, he said he likes me and then- and then i told him he’s my boyfriend.” she smiled carelessly while sitting on the floor with her toys.

looking at you for at least some type of closure, you just watched with raised eyebrows and a small smile.

“oh yeah daddy, and then i got another boyfr-”

“ANOTHER.” connie quickly stood up, hands to his head while pacing around the living room.

“you hear this girl?” connie stared at you with wide eyes while pointing to his daughter. you pursed your lips together and shrugged.

“i don’t know, she’s similar to how someone used to be.” you tilted your head.

connie rested his eyes. “this is a hazard.”

[smuttysabina]

COMM: The Sensual Difficulties of Pregnancy

(Janet x Girl-cock Pokimane, AriaSaki, Leslie, Jodi, Hyoon, Emiru, AngelsKimi, 6.7k Words) Tags: Janet is Preggo, The other seven have girl cocks, Single double triple quadruple septuple penetration, Oral sex, Vaginal sex, Anal sex, Titty sex, Foot sex, Hand sex, Urination, Lots of cum, More cum than their bodies have room for, Next to no hydration, Man this took a while.

Just because Janet was pregnant, didn't mean she stopped being the house cumdump. Her housemates continued to visit her on a daily basis, eager to drain their thick loads into her repeatedly; even as her belly continued to swell outwards with child. Not that anyone actually knew who the father (mother?) was, all of the girls had been pumping Janet's fertile pussy full of semen the moment she had "forgotten" to take the pill, so they would really only know for sure when the baby popped out. What they all knew for certain though was that it would definitely not be Janet's worthless cuck of a boyfriend, even if she did let him mount her unprotected, his seed would always be swimming in an ocean of theirs. So dear Jan-Jan's days as a formidably pregnant woman would start as it always had: with some painfully erect dick-girl plowing their morning load into her ever so breedable cunt...

Aria stifles a yawn as she pushes open the door that leads to Janet's room, her skimpy outfit doing little to disguise the blatant bulge in her shorts. She had been up all night doing one of her usual marathon streams, and after seven hours of Hell's Kitchen, her boredom had reached such levels that only sexual release could assuage it; so, naturally, she went to visit Janet and drain some of that tension out into her friend. Aria wasn't exactly sure when everyone started using Janet as a communal jizz-sink, but it was probably around the time that they found out she was one of the few girls living in the streamer house who actually had a pussy. Of course, Aria had mounted her as often as the other girls, since it meant she could dump her load in someone without having to return the favor, which was a problem considering how long some of them could take. So Aria was more than a little nonplussed to discover her favorite passive fleshlight currently in use.

Thick, powerful thighs support Pokimane as she pistons atop Janet's decidedly more modest rear, her cock buried in the other girl's asshole to the hilt. Janet moans as her guts are rearranged by Poki's sizable cock, her swollen belly easily visible between her spread legs as she remains bent over and simply takes it. her gaping cunt gushing with every thrust. Instead of apologizing and leaving like a "normal" roommate would, Aria simply walks in a blearily greets the coupling pair, who cheerfully respond in turn, "Good morning, Aria!" Poki sings, "Hnnngh! Morning, Aria!" Janet grunts as a fresh drizzle of squirt erupts from her pussy; nobody bothers acknowledging Janet's boyfriend sitting in the cuck chair, why would they? "Poki..." Aria whines, "Will you finish soon? I am super pent up right now..." "Oh," Poki pauses with balls nestled against Janet's vulva, "You can use my ass if you want, get a little train going on! Heh heh," she cackles, wiggling her butt in emphasis, which makes Janet groan, but Aria sighs, "Ohmygosh Poki, I nutted in you like, yesterday, I just need to unload real quick..."

Poki nods in understanding, before smoothly pulling out, leaving Janet's anus sputtering foully as it blinks at Aria. Pokimane smacks Janet's ass as she admires the mess she made of her friend's butthole, her dangling womanhood dripping lube all over the floor, before graciously inviting Aria to take her place. Who wastes no time in stripping off what little she was wearing as she approaches, her cock already stiffening in excitement. Aria pauses as she considers which hole to pick, and wonders at how blown out Janet's ass was, Poki had been using it for a while, which was fairly normal considering how long it took her to finish; Aria had dealt with that problem far too many times. So instead she shoves her much more modest dick into Janet's gooey pussy, and is soon enthusiastically pounding away at the pregnant girl from behind. Poki strokes herself idly while she watches, normally she would use this time to have Janet clean off her cock with her mouth, but she knows... Aria lets out a loud groan, her thrusts suddenly becoming frantic while she pants and yells, her balls pulsating as she breeds her pregnant friend. Poki yawns teasingly, it had barely even been two minutes.

Aria leaves behind quite the mess inside of Janet, she might not last very long, but she certainly leaves her mark, and Poki licks her lips as she prepares to enjoy some very sloppy seconds. Her regular morning routine is interrupted however, when Kimi and Leslie stumble through the half open door, their hair disheveled and with semen drying on their thighs. Their giggling cuts out when they notice they are not alone, and they cheerfully greet the trio; as if it wasn't obvious what those two had been up to. Seeing that Poki was about to take her turn, the duo politely urge her to continue, and instead turn their attentions to Aria, who dutifully drops to her knees and starts sucking them off. Kimi and Leslie groan as their busty friend messily pleasures them with her mouth, rubbing their swollen tips together while she licks them, as precum trickles down her chin. Meanwhile Poki remounts Janet, this time forcing her meat into the other girl's pussy, before determinedly pounding away at it, sending Aria's semen spraying all over the place. If Aria had any disagreement regarding the flagrant waste of her load, she was unable to voice it, as Kimi gives in to her lust and greedily occupies Aria's throat with dick; leaving Leslie pouting while Kimi fucks her friend's face.

"Um. Kimi, really?" Leslie grumbles while she shamelessly gropes Kimi's chest, making the other girl twitch, "Hnnngh, sorry," Kimi gasps, "She's just so freaking good at this..." to which Aria gurgles in protest, even while she strokes herself. Leslie considers her options, there were more than a few holes available to be filled, but who she had really been craving was- "Poki!" Leslie greets her friend while she presses her erection up against Poki's sizable rear, who looks back with a smile, "Oh, hey Leslie! Come on right in," she says amiably, as if she were inviting Leslie into her room and not ballsdeep into her guts. And Leslie wastes no time in shoving herself into Poki's ass, who politely pauses to allow Leslie to penetrate her more easily, and her dick slides inside with surprising ease, suggesting Poki's butt still had lube inside of it from an earlier coupling. Not that Leslie minded much, finding an unused hole in this streamer house was next to impossible.

Poki pauses in her ceaseless assault on Janet's innards long enough to allow Leslie to find her rhythm, before resuming her own movement; whenever Poki goes in, Leslise pulls out, whenever Poki pulls out, Leslie goes in. This sort of concerted motion meant that Poki was being constantly pleasured from both sides, with her dick buried in Janet's pussy, and Leslie plowing her thick cheeks, even her notorious stamina was being tested. With her climax painfully approaching, Poki picks up the pace, heartlessly slamming her cock in Janet, who can only wail while her cunt gets hopelessly stretched up. The streamer is appallingly loud when she cums, groaning as her weighty balls clench spasmodically and pump their contents down Poki's shivering shaft and into Janet. Who gasps as her cunt is literally flooded with semen, causing it to balloon as it is filled to capacity and beyond. Poki only starts to back off when her cock is literally forced back by the pressure, and when she pulls out a river of semen erupts from Janet's gaping hole. Janet collapses onto the bed, twitching fitfully as her pussy messily prolapses, moaning in complaint, "Fuuuuuck Poki, I told you to use my ass! What if you make my water break!" Poki looks suitably mortified, until Leslie slaps her ass, "Hey, sit on it, whore," and Poki smirks.

After only a minute, Leslie is howling as loudly as Janet had been, "Oh god," she gasps while spanking Poki, "You fucking slut. You are so fucking good at this!" Poki licks her lips as she rides her friend, using her hands to hold her hair up, her powerful thighs pistoning her entire bodyweight up and down Leslie's length, "Mmmm, you like that mommy?" Poki purrs, her cock flopping wetly with every bounce, "You like making me work for it?" Leslie groans, attempting to thrust her hips upwards but getting smashed down every time by the sheer mass of Poki's rear as her dick gets used like a dildo. The pair are briefly distracted when Aria's head slams against the side of the bed, as Kimi pins her there to force her entire cock down her throat, until her balls are nestled against Aria's chin. Aria snorts slobber all over Kimi's crotch as she fucks her face like a pussy, her weighty breasts wobbling as she struggles for air, and her cock leaking pitifully. Poki laughs with delight at the sight, and picks up the pace even more as Leslie hurls abuse at her.

Leslie has no way of making Poki slow down, so she is forced to simply lay there and take it while her cock unloads into Poki's guts, clawing at the sheets as she gets drained by the fattest cheeks in OTV. Poki sighs as warmth fills her, grinding on Leslie's dick until it is finished and she unmounts it, with barely a drop leaking out down her sweaty thighs. Nearby, Kimi pulls out of Aria's mouth, prompting a deluge of spittle and puke to spill down Aria's heaving chest, and she looks up in indignation, "Oh my gawd, Kimi, can you fucking cum already?" making Kimi laugh awkwardly, "Okay, sorry Aria, I actually came like twice, I just kinda kept going..." Kimi shrugs with a cheesy grin. Aria rolls her eyes, "Whatever, at least you didn't piss down my throat this time!" Kimi coughs, "Um, about that," "Not again! Oh my gawd Kimi, I told you! No wonder my belly feels so weird..." Aria pouts tearfully, until Poki slithers off the bed to comfort her lovingly. Such was the tableau that greeted Emiru, Hyoon, and Jodi when they wandered through the door, and they immediately start asking questions, "Woah, what's up?" "Oh no, Aria! What's wrong?"

After hearing about the situation, the newly arrived trio agree that the only thing to do was gangbang Kimi, and of course, Janet for good measure. Kimi naturally tries to protest, but she is swiftly borne onto the sheets, where she is forced down onto Jodi's thick cock, while both Emiru and Leslie's members crowd around her face. Kimi gamely tries to resist, but soon her mouth is pried open and she is forced to endure what she so recently inflicted upon Aria. Who is now getting pampered by Poki and Hyoon, who squish their ample cleavage around Aria's drooling member, while Janet strokes them both off from behind. Aria's cock slop is soon covering the pair's breasts with rope after rope of thick semen, but they continue to coo and tittyfuck her as if she was not hosing their chests with jizz. Kimi meanwhile is receiving the opposite sort of treatment, as Emiru plows her face with frantic enthusiasm, spittle exploding from Kimi's mouth as her gag reflex is tested to the brink. Only when Emiru jizzes down her throat does it trigger, and Emiru's load is soon spewing right back onto its source, covering her dick with creamy puke as she howls in outrage, "You nasty bitch! Can't you keep it down!" Emiru slaps Kimi repeatedly, who groans as she hacks up streamers of chunky cum, before Emiru slams her meat back into her mouth, "Try to not puke my piss up, Aria could keep yours down!" And Kimi whines in response.

Leslie was feeling a touch left out with Emiru monopolizing Kimi's upper hole, and so decides to join Jodi in her lower hole. Who politely pauses when she feels Leslie's tip pressing against her shaft, and a welter of precum from Kimi's semi-flaccid dick gives her all the lubrication Leslie needs to force her way inside. Though to be fair, Kimi was such an ass-slut that her friends had little trouble fitting two sizable dicks in her rear, so there was not much forcing involved at all. Neither Jodi nor Leslie hold back either, each of them setting their own paces fucking Kimi's guts, their shafts sliding wetly against one another while their balls smack together. After several minutes of this abuse, Kimi's cock shrinks dramatically, leaking thick droplets of cum in surrender as her insides get forcibly rearranged, her butt pushing out against the womanhoods penetrating her. Soon pre-cum laced piss is spraying out of Kimi's shrunken dick, soaking Leslie's chest and spilling onto the sheets, OTV's Anal Queen shuddering with delight as her bowels get turned inside out. Jodi and Leslie cheerfully continue plowing her like disposable fleshlight, not even stopping when Kimi starts pissing cum all over the place as she climaxes anally.

Meanwhile Aria had perked up enough that Poki and Hyoon stopped tittyfucking her, and was now returning the favor to Poki, while Hyoon spreads Janet's legs and digs into the mess left by Poki. Janet groans as Hyoon's tongue cleans up every inch of her labia, while her fingers slither in and out of the cum-filled and gaping hole she called a pussy. Nearby, Aria was on her knees before Poki, wrapping her weighty, saggy tits around her shaft while she sucked enthusiastically on her tip; staring lovingly up at her best friend. Who gently strokes Aria's head while she is pleasured, groaning with delight, "Oh god, Aria, this always gets me going! I just want to fuck those fat tiddies all day!" Aria blushes demurely, Poki always brought out a submissiveness in her, and she slurps extra hard to make Poki moan before purring, "You know my tits belong to you, Mommy," her tongue dances along Poki's soggy tip, "All day, all night, whenever you want them," Poki grunts, "Fuck it. I want you. Now," Aria's eyes widen, "On to the bed baby girl, unless you want to do you on the floor?" Aria hurries to comply, and when she lays back on the bed she finds herself right next to Janet, who was in a similar situation.

Hyoon covetously strokes Janet's swollen belly while she slowly makes love to her pregnant friend, her cock pressing firmly into Janet's capacious pussy. Janet shudders as Hyoon's thick member pushes emphatically against her weak spot, it was rare for her holes to receive anything other than a brutal pounding, so Hyoon's more gentle treatment has her cunt gushing with excitement. The pair romantically grope one another, Janet's more modest breasts leaking milk while Hyoon's massive boobs are kneaded like dough. Squirt splatters against Hyoon's crotch, and Janet's hands drop and grab at the stained sheets as she moans loudly, her folds spasming around her friend's shaft as she climaxes. Meanwhile Aria has her legs peeled open by Poki, whose cock is already dripping sweet-smelling fluids when it presses against Aria's entrance. They both groan as Poki's dick slowly fills Aria's rear to the hilt, with Aria's eyes rolling back as her tongue involuntarily pops out, "Ohhh Mommy!" she gasps plaintively, "Mmm fuck you are tight," Poki purrs, running her hands up Aria's thighs and squeezing her sagging breasts, "I might be here for a while..."

A few feet away from this tender scene, Kimi is busy puking up thick ropes of jizz, while her gaping anus evacuates itself with equal enthusiasm. Having drained their balls and bladders into Kimi's guts, Jodi and Leslie turn their attentions to Emiru, who quickly finds herself on her back with her feet wrapped around Jodi's cock, while Leslie sits on her face. Leslie merrily strokes herself while Emiru's tongue cleans out her asshole, blowing kisses at Jodi who is busily leaking precum onto Emiru's toes with every frantic thrust. Soon enough, Jodi unloads onto her friend's feet, gripping each one firmly in turn and plastering them with her jizz. With a wicked smile, she raises one to her lips, and lovingly licks it clean, relishing in the taste of Emiru's feet mixed with her own semen; she proffers the other one to Leslie, who naturally digs in as well while Emiru twitches beneath them. Who attempts to protest, yelling up at the two in disgust, "EW, can you bitches not fucking cum on my feet, you fucking freaks!" Leslie rolls her eyes before scooting back slightly, gripping Emiru's head and forcing it back, placing her tip against her lips. "Oh my god. Shut up, Emiru! You always have such a dirty mouth, you're so much easier to deal with when you have a dick shoved down it!" Leslie grumbles "Hey, fuck you!" Emiru responds, defiantly gnashing her teeth until Leslie slaps her a few times, which leaves her dazed enough to comply. Leslie sighs as her cock makes Emiru's throat bulge, and glances up at Jodi who is mounting Emiru's upraised womanhood; her own cock resting wetly against her taut tummy.

Emiru writhes as her face gets fucked by Leslie, enduring the same treatment she had inflicted upon Kimi, though with far less urination and verbal abuse involved. Her narrow hips attempt to buck, but are smashed down each time by Jodi's respectable posterior, who rides her with languid experience, treating Emiru's dick like a dildo. The pair lock eyes, smirking at each other while they ravage the bratty bitch in their own ways, and start sloppily making out with one another. Eventually, Kimi recovers enough to crawl over to join the fun, leaving a trail of stinking fluids from her blown out asshole, and makes the kissing session even more messy by adding her own tongue to the mix. Kimi's delicate hands stroke Jodi's flopping meat, selflessly working the shaft before focusing all of her attention on Jodi's bulbous head; her fingers smearing the precum against the tip. Jodi's flopping balls are soon nestled against her groin, pulsing rhythmically as Kimi expertly milks them, her length pulsating as it pumps its load out into the world; where it is stopped by Kimi's finger. Jodi lets out a confused groan, and all three break off their kiss to glance down to discover Kimi's forefinger buried to the knuckle in Jodi's dick.

Leslie whistles in amazement at the sight, her balls slapping steadily against Emiru's pointed nose, "Wow Jodi, you should have told me you've been doing sounding! That looks insane!" Jodi gurgles in response, "Hnnngh fuck Kimi, my dick is going to burst!" her balls pulse painfully, "Ugh, my load is still coming out!" Kimi licks her lips teasingly as she leans down to watch Jodi's womanhood spasming, "Mhmm I want to make sure it's all nice and clogged up, so when your next load comes out... :3" Jodi moans in torment, "Fuuuck you Kimi, I'm going to fuck you so hard after this..." But Kimi just giggles, "As long as you finish on my face, sure! Oh! I think your orgasm is ending..." with that she slowly removes her finger from Jodi's dick, which emits only a feeble trickle of precum, the rest of her load still stuck in her shaft. While this experimental duet is playing out, Leslie is busy pumping Emiru's stomach full of jizz, who struggles and beats at the mattress as her tummy grows bloated and she struggles for breath. All three of the girls watch with bemusement as Emiru's guts swell up, until Jodi frowns and comments, "I think she's pissing in me."

Janet's own swollen stomach was receiving a similar, if less urinary treatment, as Hyoon romantically creampies her, massaging Janet's bloated belly as her thick semen spews into her pussy; and more than that as well. Janet looks down in amazement as she feels Hyoon's sperm wriggling through her cervix, her lover's tender treatment having coaxed it open, while her hands press firmly against her ovaries, encouraging them to produce that most precious of gifts. Janet gurgles as she realizes what was happening, "Wait, are- are you impregnating me again? But I'm already...!" she twitches as she climaxes from being inseminated, her toes curling in the air. Hyoon beams, "Mhmm! Some of us are impatient, you know, and with less than 15 years left on your baby factory, it makes sense to get another one ready before this one is out!" She leans down to kiss Janet, "Oh, I sure hope it's a girl, otherwise we'll just have to keep trying..." Janet groans, she hadn't planned on spending her thirties being a breeding sow for her best friends, but it did sound like an enjoyable time, and she clutches tightly at Aria's outstretched hand...

Who returns Janet's grip fiercely, as Poki's massive cock pounds her innards out of shape, the pulsating bulge in Aria's stomach prominent enough to disturb her sagging cleavage. Poki was being rougher than usual with her favorite fucktoy, and Aria's dick twitches excitedly as it bounces around on her tummy, leaking continuously and emitting occasional spurts of jizz that splatter against her heaving chest. With her legs around Poki's waist, Aria simply takes it, begging her best friend for more, her unusual lack of brattiness only spurring Poki on further, "Oh fuck Mommy," Aria groans, "Breed me, pump me full of your cum, I want your fucking babies!" Poki stares down in shock at Aria, her cock twitching while she feels her sack wrinkling, "Oh my god, Aria?" her breath catches as her mind whirls, "I-I... Oh fuck it! I'm gonna fucking knock you up, bitch!" Aria gurgles with pleasure as she relaxes her ass, submitting completely to Poki's ferocious pounding, her face flushing while her eyes roll back as her mind melts, "Yesyesyesyesyesyes," Aria drools through gritted teeth, as Poki leans in for a messy kiss, their sweaty bodies squishing against one another, their erect nipples impaling each other's fleshy breasts.

Aria's feet spasm on the perch around Poki's shapely waist, and her loud groans are muffled by Poki's tongue as it fills her mouth, Poki's rough, deep strokes turning into frantic short ones as if she was afraid to pull out even an inch. Aria lets out a plaintive whine when Poki gasps, and her cock paints the undersides of their squished cleavage, as her insides are flooded with burning, sticky warmth. Poki shudders atop her friend, her balls pulsating painfully as they empty themselves, her dick throbbing inside of Aria's guts, unable to pull out with Aria's legs locked tightly around her shapely waist. Poki only manages to untangle herself from Aria's embrace after several minutes of extremely sloppy kissing, congealed strings of semen still connecting their chests while they both breathlessly stare at one another. Then Aria smirks with satisfaction, "Wow, that was quick," causing Poki to blush, "Then why don't you do that more often then, huh?" and now it is Aria's turn to flush, "Geez, I guess you'll have to find out..." They both smile knowingly, before Poki gingerly pulls out of Aria, leaving her anus gaping and belching jizz.

The other four girls soon join the two couples, and a rather messy cuddle puddle ensues, with the eight streamers squishing and sliding their sweaty cum-streaked bodies against one another. They giggle and purr while they massage each other's supple forms, with Janet's protruding belly being the most popular of all, and all of this heavy petting naturally leads to its sensual destination. Several salacious minutes later, and Leslie was busy sloppily making out with Janet while Aria plowed her from behind, and her kissing partner was getting her pussy simultaneously filled by both Emiru and Kimi. That bitchy pair had been fighting over who would get to mount the pregnant Janet, and when both of their dicks had slipped inside, they had simply not stopped thrusting. While that whole situation was developing, Jodi had taken the chance to mount Hyoon's sizable cleavage, and Poki was rigorously cleaning Hyoon's cock off with her mouth.

Aria grunts and pants while she pounds away at Leslie's modest rear, with her guts still sloshing with Poki's seed, she seems unable to stop herself from trying to replicate that feeling for Leslie. Who gurgles happily while her tongue tussles with dear Janet's, Aria might not be getting very deep inside of her, but her constant creampies were starting to make the pressure inside of her reach ever higher levels. Leslie's flopping dick leaks continuously, as her prostate is squished by the sheer volume of jizz flooding her lower intestine; and every time Aria's balls smash against hers, Leslie's cock spurts a little. Her kissing partner suffers from something similar, as Emiru and Kimi both violently rail her gushing pussy, "Can you get your gross-ass dick out of my pussy?" Kimi hisses, "I don't want to feel your disgusting chunky cum on my dick!" "Oh shut the fuck up!" Emiru spits, "You were guzzling my jizz and my piss like an hour ago! And plus, I was in here first!" "I know you always finish first," Kimi retorts, "That's why you should stick it in her ass instead!" "Isn't butt stuff your thing? I thought perverts like you would want to fuck Janet's shithole!" Emiru sneers, "Oh my god can you shut up about her butt," Kimi groans, I'm trying-" "Trying to fucking what? You shut up and- WAIT ARE YOU CUMMING?" Emiru howls in disbelief as Kimi unloads inside of Janet, slathering both of their dicks in her cream while they continue to aggressively hump Janet's cunt until Emiru blows several moments later.

Now both Emiru and Kimi are moaning as they churn Janet's pussy with their dick-sticks, fucking each other's semen as much as their friend's blown out hole. When they finally pull out of Janet's quivering body, their thoroughly mixed stew of jizz gushes out of her, and both of them are flushed and breathing heavily. The pair glare furiously at each other, before, naturally, sloppily making out, while Janet's cunt belches their loads back out onto their thighs. By the time they break off the kiss, spit connects their tongues, and share sleazy smiles until Kimi shoves Emiru onto her back and crawls atop her. Emiru accepts Kimi's dick down her throat with surprising grace, and Kimi returns the favor, pressing her face down onto Emiru's cock, massaging the other girl's taint until she gets the response she wants. Kimi's eyes widen as Emiru's piss once more spews directly into her stomach, and she hears Emiru gagging as she does the same, the pair of perverts relishing in the deviancy of their activity. The two happily continue sucking on each other's meat, though Emiru's more sensitive gag reflex has Kimi's urine erupting out of her nose, until Kimi feels something hard pressing against her loose asshole.

Jodi had been getting edged the entire time by Hyoon, whose bountiful breasts and teasing tongue had Jodi's balls throbbing in agony, doubly so considering the load still moldering inside of her dick. So when she saw Kimi's fat ass bobbing atop Emiru's face, she had leapt at the chance to finally have a proper climax. Jodi didn't even bother prepping Kimi, she simply grabbed her waist and slammed her cock to the hilt into Kimi's blown-out asshole. Kimi gasps, and chokes noisily on Emiru's dick as she struggles to handle her anus's sudden violation, while Jodi brutally pounds away at her ass. Kimi orgasms from the stimulation of having her guts pumped out of shape, and Emiru soon follows suit while she drowns in Kimi's seed. Jodi doesn't notice either of the 69-ing girls' orgasms, and continues her violent thrusting until her pent up load finally erupts into Kimi's innards. All of three of them shudder in sympathy as Jodi spends an entire minute howling with pleasure while her balls pulsate ceaselessly, unable to stop herself from fucking even as she almost passes out from overstimulation. When Jodi pulls out, a veritable stream of cum burbles out of Kimi's destroyed asshole and down her balls, where it splatters all over Emiru's unprotected face, who whines as her eyes marinate in Jodi's jizz.

For her part, Poki had not stopped sucking off Hyoon when Jodi unmounted her enormous breasts, her tongue languidly exploring and cleaning out every nook and cranny of Hyoon's twitching meat. Once she had finished licking Hyoon clean, Poki confidently took her entire length down her throat, staring calmly up at Hyoon while her tongue lapped at her balls. Gripping Poki's hair, Hyoon spends the next few minutes using Poki's mouth like a sex toy, slamming her head up and down her shaft, until the usually reserved streamer was gasping with pleasure. Hyoon knew exactly where she wanted to finish though, and Poki smiles around her cock before rising up off of it and bringing her breasts to bear. She is then treated to a front-seat view of Pokimane herself giving her a superb tittyfuck, expertly squishing her boobs around Hyoon's dick while she drags them up and down her erection until Hyoon is begging her to not stop. Poki smirks as her neck and chin are given a necklace of pearls, Hyoon's thick load splattering against her lower face and flooding her cleavage.

Hyoon does not hesitate for a moment in offering to pay Poki back in kind, and soon Poki's rigid dick flops between her massive tits. Hyoon's breasts were the largest in the room, even more sizable and perky than Aria's weighty rack, and so Poki is able to fuck them like a pussy with ease. She smiles serenely up at Poki while she vigorously humps her chests, her bountiful bodice absorbing the shock even if Poki's tip smacks against her chin. Poki's own tits wobble excitedly in time with her thrusts, dripping Hyoon's cum down onto her and giving her a shower of her own semen. Who was no doubt expecting to be here for a while, considering Poki's legendary stamina, if she had not spotted Janet crawling up behind Poki before shoving her hand up her ass. With her cock firmly wrapped in Hyoon's pillows, and her prostate getting punched, Poki soon finds herself finishing with surprising swiftness, her entire body shuddering as her load swamps Hyoon's tits and gushes down onto her thick thighs. Once Poki's climax passes, Hyoon rises to join her, squishing their messy breasts together and kissing Poki; while below Janet enthusiastically cleans their cocks with her mouth. The trio continue in this state for sometime, until Leslie's panicked shriek startles them and draws their attention, and they all look over to her collapsed onto her front, her ass violently shitting Aria's jizz back onto her even while she continues to stroke herself. What a messy girl.

Things only degenerate from there. With every passing hour the girls' orgasms grow more and more difficult to attain, so they turn to ever more exotic ways to reach them. By that point, the pent-up stench of spilled sexual fluids inundated the room, a muggy stink that only seemed to spur the depraved streamers on; and the girls were forced to squelch through an inch-deep puddle covering the floor whenever they maneuvered around the bed. The moral rot started slowly, with a sudden obsession for asses swept through the orgy, and naturally the most thickly endowed duly hoisted their posteriors to be mounted. Hyoon, Janet, Kimi, and Poki line up, squishing their butts together to form an all-you-can-fuck buffet for the other girls, who waste no time in digging in. Aria, Emiru, Jodi, and Leslie spend over an hour fucking their friends' free-use holes, pumping their loads between their rounded cheeks before switching to the next fat rear to fill. Cum froths out of the girls' assholes, leaking down their dripping cocks and cunt while they just lay their and take it, orgasming from the sheer pleasure of being used like pocket pussies. Hyoon and Pokimane get the roughest attention, their sizable asses turning beet red from the relentless pounding they have to endure.

After a frantic and somewhat forceful cuddle puddle to help work off the passive quad's stifled lusts, Leslie develops a sudden fascination with Emiru's dainty little feet; which soon spreads to everyone involved. Leslie languidly cleans out the the jizz clogging Emiru's delicate toes, lovingly licking them clean and drinking in their heady smell. While Jodi and Kimi shove their feet into each others' mouths, Poki fucks Janet's soles, her dick still more than engorged after her ass got used for so long. Aria and Hyoon join in on the fun as well, all of them using their feet to stroke Poki's mighty shaft, toying with her swaying balls with their greasy toes until someone gets a great idea. The three of them stand giggling by the end of the bed, their feet interspersed and forming a sole tunnel on the mattress that Poki eagerly shoves her cock into. Poki grunts while she fucks the trio's feet, the stimulation of their sweaty skin enough to excite her but not bring her to climax, until Aria shifts her weight and pushes a little too hard down... A minute later and all three of the streamers are gleefully stepping on Poki's dick, stomping on its absurd length while she groans with pleasure, and her usually redoubtable demeanor breaks and starts to beg them to crush her cock. Aria, Hyoon, and Janet laughingly comply, stamping on her penis until Poki lets out a strained gurgle and inundates a section of the sheets with thick streams of cum.

By this point the bed was so soaked-through with squirt, piss, and semen, that Poki's emission simply pooled next to where Jodi and Kimi lay intertwined, and they daintily dipped their feet into the murky puddle to feed each other Poki's jizz. Aria squelchingly joins them, hustling the perverted pair together and gracefully slopping her best friend's cock-cream all over her chest, before bringing her clogged cleavage to bear on the two's twitching cocks. Jodi and Kimi groan, their defiled feet in each other's mouths, while their dicks are squished together and enthusiastically pleasured by Aria's messy tits. With Poki's cock somewhat out of service after being trampled upon, Hyoon and Janet debauch to join Emiru and Leslie, who quickly figure out the best way to pass the time would be to make Janet airtight, so they each pick a hole and get to it. With Hyoon filling her throat, Leslie pounding her ass, and Emiru sloshing around in her cunt, Janet is more than entertained. But of course, just plowing Janet's loosened holes is not enough stimulation for the other three by this point, so when Emiru randomly starts sucking on Janet's fingers, the other two happily follow suit. Soon all four of them are licking the filth off of each other's fingers, all while still engaging in intensive triple penetrative sex.

As the hours pass, the streamers finally begin to lose steam and pass out from sheer exhaustion. Aria is one of the first to go, while all seven of the girl-cock wielding idols are fucking Janet at the same time. Aria shares Janet's pussy with Emiru, their cocks crushed together inside of her sloppy hole, with jizz dripping down onto them from above while Janet alternates sucking off three of the other girls, and two more squishing in beside them to share Janet's ass. With so much going on at once, Aria is literally unable to stop cumming, power-washing Janet's cunt with her jizz while her and Emiru desperately hump Janet's hole until Aria passes out; her balls completely drained. Kimi is next, after indulging in her favorite party trick of fitting as many cocks as humanly possible in her ass. Binding four of her friend's dongs together with a soggy hairband, she groaningly shoves their combined girth into her blown out asshole, shuddering and twitching while she slides down their lengths until she reaches their hilts. Kimi's cock retracts while she greedily bounces on the four dicks in her butt, spraying cum like a hose until she finally collapses from overstimulation, her asshole left permanently gaping and oozing semen.

Emiru soon follows the other two into somnolence, puking up an endless stream of piss and jizz after the other girls gave her an impromptu bukkake that she was naturally obliged to swallow; the following urination circle did not help with her swollen stomach either. Her belly bulging obscenely in a perverse mirror to Janet's Emiru wasted little time in regurgitating the foul concoction sloshing around in her tummy, her eyes rolling back while she leans over the side of the bed and adds to the pool of spilt sexual fluids already inundating the floor before passing out. It takes some time, but Jodi is the next to fall, railing away at Poki's massive cheeks, spanking them repeatedly while Janet pummels her prostate with her fist. Janet joins in on the fun and brutalizes Jodi's swaying balls, forcing her into one final colossal orgasm before her body simply gives up and she collapses on top of Poki, twitching fitfully while pleasure wracks her unconscious form.

Hyoon gracefully follows the others into rest- oh come now, that would be an absolute lie. Hyoon keeled over after mounting Poki's thick ass after shoving Jodi's limp body out of the way, the normally reserved streamer unable to stop herself from draining the final dregs of her balls into her friend's clogged guts. Flipping Poki over, she pounds away at her in mating press, their slippery tits squishing together in a sordid parody of an earlier coupling until Hyoon lets out a final grunt and expends herself into Poki. She attempts to pull out, but ends up falling asleep upon Poki's ample cleavage, who for her part, was by now utterly exhausted as well. Poki's ass had been the most fucked hole after Janet's pussy, and after her cock was still throbbing after it had been crushed, so with even her legendary endurance flagging, Poki chooses to simply join Hyoon in her rest; it wouldn't be the first time she had fallen asleep with someone sprawled atop her.

Janet and Leslie were the final pair to go, with the heavily pregnant and now thoroughly filled Janet bouncing ponderously atop Leslie's upraised dick. Her sagging breasts, glutted with milk bounce heavily on her chest, leaking milk in a steady stream that courses across her swollen belly. Janet groans as she unloads once more into Janet's gushing folds, her aching cock begging for mercy but she is unable to stop herself from continuing to fuck Janet. She rubs enthusiastically at Janet's bulging tummy, relishing in the thought that that baby within was hers, it totally had to be, she was the one with the most potent seed! Janet giggles as the congealed leavings of scores of creampies splatter across Leslie, "Fuck, I think I need to slow down! If I keep going I think my water is going to break!" which only sends Leslie into overdrive, expending the last of her reserves to excitedly pummel Janet's swollen pussy, slopping cream all over her until finally refilling it with one final orgasm. Leslie then promptly passes out, a wide grin on her face, her cock shriveling inside of Janet.

Janet glances around at the appalling ruin of her room, girls sprawled all over her sodden bed, the floor several inches deep in semen, and pouts. She was already a horny girl, and pregnancy had not helped with that, she had quite enjoyed getting treated like a cumdump by all her housemates, she just wished they would spend less time fucking each other, and spend more time filling her holes! She has three of them! Janet huffs, oh well, she'll just have to wait until tomorrow morning for them all to wander in again, and maybe that time she can get them to focus on her more...

[fujosh1dreamer]

Guess we're talking about millie being preggo I originally didn't want to discuss this, I wanna talk about stolitz lol. Unfortunately I forgot this fanbase is filled with misogynistic scum, so let's talk about millie.

First off, she didn't cheat, she's not having an affair, she didn't get assaulted, and she's not selling her body for money.

It's stupid that I have to say any of that, but if any of those statements are things you genuinely believe you need to take you're misogynistic beliefs and shove them and afterwards get away from my page.

You know what is going on with her... she's found out she's pregnant which is not always a happy thing, nor should it be. Having children uproots your entire life, and changes everything. The way people think about you and the way people see themselves.

We have already established multiple times that millie is a character that only sees value in her strength and abilities.

Now, let's get into the moments in the episode and the things that are foreshadowing the pregnancy reveal. If people perceive the only sign as the one where she is throwing up and when she lashes out at moxxie there's more. When the client comes in a blitz initially declines the offer both moxxie and millie too absorbed into sinsmas wrath to notice the reason why. Moxxie even laughs and goes "really?" They're not paying attention, which is actually out of character for millie (ie hormones) millie is usually really on point and supportive when it comes to Blitz and his emotional needs.

After she throws up, we get this small moment at the window where she's not even looking at the scene. She's no feeling well she wants to get out of the cold, and we can also see the concern in moxxie as he looks at her.

Then there's this moment and it works well to reestablish that millie loves her job, and it also works to show she's no all there emotionally. Everyone including moxxie her husband is walking away, but millie wasn't in that moment that everyone one else had. So she's confused and upset, which is understandable.

This results in her lashing out again.

She insults moxxie, and of course immediately apologizes, and she doesn't even know why she responded that way. Millie is usually pretty well in control with the exception of seeing Chaz and later in happy campers (which was justified) and ghostf*ckers (also justified) are the only times she gets upset and lashes out.

Moxxie once again is not upset he's just concerned, he knows something is wrong, he just doesn't know what it is.

Want to take this moment before the in episode reveal to talk about how hard it is to rewatch these two scenes knowing that millie is preggos. The stress is real omg.

Next this scene of millie deciding to use guns is also interesting because it might be setting up for season 3. If millie keeps this a secret for a long time in season 3 I can see her doing more long range killings in the future. At least until she decides what's she's going to do.

I love that she decided to talk to her sister, and I also love the small detail of their mom being the first to notice something is off.

This is a hard transition for millie because she loves the life she lives, and she loves her husband. We hear her say in ghostfers that's she's happy, we've also seen their lives be uprooted already. Now millie feels like after finally finding stability things are ruined again.

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Hi, I just found your blog, and I love your Simon's fics! I was wondering if i could please request something where Reader and Simon had broken up bc he thought he put her in danger. After a few months, he comes to her after a mission and they spend the night but he leaves before she wakes up thinking hes doing whats best (and all that angsty jazz 🥲🤭) . A few weeks after she finds out shes pregnant and decides to take on her own, as reader thinks simon wouldnt care. But maybe one of the guys see her heavy preggo and tell simon, and hes fuming and super protective mode is on.

Sorry if it is too specific and for the terrible english. I just have this idea, and i dont think i can picture it right. Anyway, thanks for reading this and for your good work on your fics 💗 hope you have a lovely day

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╰┈➤ ❝ [You indulge in a one-night-stand after you'd both called it quits, only, it leads to more problems. When he sees you again, how will he react to the swelling of your stomach?] ❞

You knew it was the effects of a less-than-gentle breakup, but you should have at least cursed him out before you let him have his way with you on the living room couch. You’d woken up back in bed, alone, and had gotten dropped back to where you had been weeks earlier—stuck in the throws of confusion and hurt. 

Simon had left you, and he never gave you a reason. 

A part of you was heated; pissed off and feeling betrayed by the insult, yet, the rest of you knew that Simon needed to have his reasons—he always did. Even if you didn’t agree with them, and you knew he tended to look at life with a glass-half-empty type of glance. 

So that left you here. 

You were pregnant. 

You’d found out two weeks after you’d slept together for that last time, your cheeks still hot from the memory and your fingers clutching the plastic of a test. 

Pregnant.

It had been a shock, a deep panic. The both of you had been reckless. Stupid. And while you had stared at those two pink lines, you felt a sinking in your gut akin to a drowning ship. Should you tell him? It would be proper, of course. 

But you don’t think you can face him again after you’d awaken to an empty bed—as if your entire relationship had only been about sex and not the deep nights of confessions and soft brushes of skin. You knew Simon Riley better than he probably knew himself.

And you wouldn’t put this on him.

At seven months, you couldn’t walk as much as you could before—and you would huff for breath as you went up the stairs to change the sheets—but who else could do it but you? Shopping also fell to you, and so, you pushed a large cart around and packed the metal basket with cravings and necessities. That was when you fell to a familiar face. 

“Johnny?” You ask, blinking. 

The Scot pauses, turning. His brows furrowed for a moment before a kind smile peeled his lips back.

“Hen!” He comes closer, laughing. “Well, I haven’t seen you in a good minute, then. What have you been up to in all—” 

The man freezes at the sight of your stomach, jaw going slack as you fight an internal war with yourself to say pleasantries and leave. 

“Hell,” Johnny clears his throat. “I guess you’ve been doin’ a great deal.” 

You sigh, shaking your head softly. “Thanks, Johnny.”

“I’m just joking, Little Lady.” The man laughs and waves a hand. “Who’s the lucky man then? I’ll have to meet him one of these days.”

Your face blanks and your lips snap shut in an instant. 

Blue eyes wait for an answer as the silence laps over itself. Slowly but surely, the realization dawns on his face in a tight pull of horror.

“You can’t tell him,” you interrupt his tight gasp. “Not a peep, MacTavish, you hear?”

“What the fuck,” he breathes at you, hand coming up to his mouth as he glances down at your swelling bump. “Holy hell.”

“Johnny,” you snap, his eyes jerk back to you. 

“It’s bloody Ghost’s—”

“You can’t,” you growl, coming closer, “tell him.”

“What do you mean I can’t tell him,” Johnny hisses under his breath, looking at the people passing by and lowering his tone. “You’re pregnant and he doesn’t know!”

“That’s the point,” you ease out, exasperated and feeling drained already. Jesus, you needed to go lay down—your back was killing you. “Johnny,” you breathe, growing softer as you reach out a hand and put it to his arm. He grips it and holds on, looking incredibly concerned. “He doesn’t need to know, okay? That’s a lot of stress on him, and you know what he does for work. Even worrying about me was hard on him, what do you think a child would do?”

“You can’t think like that,” the Scot mutters. “He can help—what, you mean to tell me you plan to do this by yourself?” It isn’t malicious how he says it; Johnny’s worried about you. Incredibly. “Hen, no,” he shakes his head. “No, you can’t.”

“I can, Johnny,” you frown, dread filling your heart. “And I will.”

In the future, you really had to take into account Johnny’s flapping lips when under the spell of alcohol. Maybe you had enough faith in him to watch himself for the last little while of your pregnancy as he had into the latter half of the eighth month.

And then three firm knocks were at your door, and when you opened it, you were face to face with a painted balaclava and frazzled brown eyes.

Those eyes immediately snap down, and not even a word is uttered to your face until then.

The both of you are stone-still. Frozen. Dead to all else. 

You swear it was hours of this—standing in the doorway with Simon’s fingers stiff in his pockets and his chest not even moving in a pulse or flare of his lungs. He doesn’t even blink. 

“How far along?” His voice is monotone. A low drone in the ringing of your ears.

Damn that Scot.

“Eight and a half,” you say quietly. 

Brown eyes shift up to yours. Simon stares, and you see his jaw clench under his balaclava, his shoulders moving. Again a long pause. 

“When’s the next appointment—”

“It’s a girl.” You see his eyelids peel back and halt there, watching you. “In case you care to stick around and see her.”

Cruel perhaps, but it was nothing short of how he acted while leaving you. 

Simon’s hidden face is slack, stuttering silently for a moment as the light fades outside.

“Didn’t…didn’t know,” he grunts out, blinking quickly.

“I know you didn’t,” you utter. “That was the point, Simon.”

“Johnny told me ‘bout it, didn’t believe him.” His brown eyes swirl, breaking. “Thought you’d mention it if you were.” 

“You left,” you breathe. “Why would I reach out to someone that did that to me.”

“M’sorry, I-I don’t…” Simon clears his throat, looking away. His eyes are glossy, fingers moving out of his pockets so his twitching hands can splay out. “Could have explained, but I didn’t know how, Love. I’m not…this isn’t…”

Words fail him just like his ability to explain his emotions. Part of him was angry—angry that you’d gone all this time without reaching out when he could have helped.

A daughter. 

But he was afraid, as well. Terrified. You were in the right and he knew it. Simon didn’t know the first thing about being a father…but then again, you didn’t know how to be a mother, either. 

This was new territory.

“Marry me,” Simon pushes out with a quick force of breath. 

“Wh—,” you choke on air. “What?”

“Let me make it up to you, yeah?” Gloved hands move at his sides, eyes honest but still shiny. “Wasn’t thinking—my fault and I can’t go on if I don’t know you’re safe.” He licks at the corner of his mouth. “...Both of you. Thought leaving would make the best sense, but I was…fucking hell. M’sorry.”

“Simon, there are many more ways other than marriage.” Your anger wasn’t something that could be washed away that easily, even if your heart fluttered at the idea and his apology.

You had more self-respect than that.

“Let me fix this,” he whispers, leaning closer. 

Your hand rests over your stomach, staying there as the minutes draw. Simon waits, nervous and his fingers tap on his thigh. You know he’s afraid. You know he’s nervous about what he could bring home from work, even if those are only his paranoia talking in his ear like a demon. 

You frown. 

You huff.

And you open the door wider.

“The sheets need changing in my room. Get on it.”

The man says nothing before he enters the house and slips off his boots; disappearing into the linen closet.

[knight-of-flowerss]

Omggg I love your writing so much!! Trucker!Cregan x Pregnant!Reader plsss 😩

UH YES!! I actually got a request that will be posted before this of the same thing but I'm mainly focusing on Cregan being like hella horny for preggo reader for that one 👀 this one will be like how he is when she's pregnant and how he's like w their kids ;p

MDNI 18+!!!

(It's only like the last two to three or summin and it’s not in detail but still).

Dad!Trucker!Cregan x Pregnant!Reader.

MASTERLIST

🛻•Trucker!Cregan one million percent has a love hate relationship with his kids. He's the type that's infatuated with filling you up, y'know, the idea and look of you being pregnant but hate the fuckers. Crying, shitting, pissing all the fucking time? He hates it.

🛻•But, then again, he loves them. What can he do? They're his kids.

🛻•Four kids under four. Eldest, nearly five, a little girl, Gilliane, named after his mother. He might be a selfish prick, but he did love his mother. And, the funny thing is, she's the splitting image of his mother too. Kind, caring, compassionate, especially for her age, but don't be fooled, if her younger brothers are being rude to people or are getting bullies, she'll set them straight. A real daddies girl. She knows how to have her way, just like Cregan.

🛻•His second, a son, four years old, Rickon, named after his father. He hated him- well, not hated, it's just that he had a complicated relationship with him. But honour is honour, even for a guy like Cregan. But the thing about his son, he's the complete opposite of his grandfather. More like his grandmother. Kind, soft spoken, wouldn't hurt a fly, and definitely won't argue with anyone, even if he's right. He just lets other children bully him, and that's where Gilliane comes in, five years old and already knows what it means to respect others, so she teaches it to the meanies who hurt her brother.

🛻•Third, yet another son. Eddard, or 'Ned' for short. You had actually refused to let him be named such a stupid name such as 'Ned' when he was born, claiming that it was 'your turn to name one' and that it was a stupid name, he promised, he told you that next time you can name one (And that's how he manages to convince you to get pregnant again), but of course he lied, the next baby he named, again. Ned is a, well, strange boy. He loves slimy worms and flying beetles, always bringing in random mice he found or smearing mud on his siblings faces. Despite being only three years old, he knew how to find out how people ticked. He loved it. He loved finding out what people liked and didn't like, he loved tormenting them with it. Just like his father. You sit often and wonder why so many of your kids decided to be like their father/his side of the family when you're around more, but Cregan has a way of making himself all that someone needs.

🛻•Lastly, your last little boy, Dennett, 'Denny'. Barely even two years old, still spitting everywhere while saying the odd word. (Sadly, he's picked up saying swears more than mama or dada thanks to Cregan 😒) I suppose he doesn't have much of a personality yet, but you know that he's a mama's boy. You know it. He screams and cries in Cregan's arms until he finally huffs out in annoyance and passes him to you and he immediately calms down, falling asleep in a matter of minutes.

🛻•As his kids grow up more, he likes them more. They're growing out of their snot nosed, annoying era and actually becoming coherent.

🛻•His favourite is his little girl, I mean, of course he is. No matter who Cregan is, no matter if he's a selfish asshole truck driver or a sweet mechanic, a skilled hockey player or a fierce firefighter, if he has kids, his baby girl will always be his favourite.

🛻•He teachers her all his secrets, how to steal something she wanted, how to protect herself and her brothers, anything she wants to know, he'll tell her.

🛻•He really doesn't give a single fuck what the kids do honestly, they could burn down a house and he'd just ask if they had fun.

🛻•But one thing he does not tolerate? Disrespect. Towards him? He'll just laugh in their face, thinking their angry faces are real fucking funny. But to you? They're getting a stern talking to, sent to their rooms and not allowed to play out for a week. And yes he might use a form of intimidation when he speaks to them, making himself look bigger, lowering his voice to a dangerous level, one he used on you all those years ago when you started to ignore him. But he was raised that way. 'Traditional' his father called it. They're just lucky he doesn't beat him like his father beat him.

🛻•And you.. you his pregnant girlfriend who he's still not put a ring on it, but has put six babies in you. Oh, yeah, forgot to say, Stark seed is strong, you're pregnant with twins.

🛻•You still remember the day you found out, like it was yesterday you swear. Cregan was on another twelve hour shift all the way down south and back and you had managed to convince Rhaenys to look after the four of them, to let them stay an extra few hours at her nursery while you go to the doctors for your check up.

🛻•"Gods, three months down and it's still crazy that 'm pregnant again.. but we can manage with another mouth to feed." , "Mouths." Your head turns to look at Rhaena, the medical student that was doing your ultrasound, with furrowed eyebrows.

🛻•"Huh?" She looks up at that, a smile turning to her face. "Mouths. You're pregnant with twins mama. Look." She points with her pink to the screen, showing where the twins are on the scan. "Oh that motherfucker." You mutter under your breath.

🛻•You were bigger than your past pregnancies. Your back hurting more, your feet swelling more, everything was like if you multiplied the pain by one thousand. I mean, what did you expect though? Your other pregnancies were also really painful. Cregan was a big man, of course his kids were going to be huge too. But fuck him. Seriously.

🛻•The most annoying thing about it is that he fucking loves the fact that you're pregnant with twins. That you're even bigger this time.

🛻•And he knows you're mad at him for it, but it doesn't last long. As soon as he got home, he fucked that attitude right out of you. You greeted him with a "Fuck you! You fucking asshole! Twins?!" To barely being able to string a sentence together by the end of the night.

🛻•And as much as he hates to say it, he's gotten more and more gentle with sex throughout each pregnancy. Now, he knows how to make love, not just fuck your brains out. But he only saved that for when you're pregnant or it's an anniversary or something.

🛻•But truly, Trucker!Cregan does love his kids. Even if he's still a bit pissed that Denny loves you more than him.

I lowkey think this is a bit bad but 🥲

Tags: @thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom

[grandline-fics]

Could I request something with Law please? I'm not sure if you do NSFW stuff or not, but if you do could it maybe be something about after a one night stand, reader finds out her eggo is preggo and how law reacts?

If you don't do NSFW that's totally fine too! Maybe something about Law having a crush on femme reader who joins the crew, but they don't know she's a devil fruit user until a battle and they see her in action? She has a logia type that allows her to control water and become water.

DESCRIPTION: You find out you’re pregnant after a one-night stand

WARNINGS:  Mentions of pregnancy, suggestive descriptions but nothing explicit, some angst

CHARACTERS: Law

WORDS: 1,121

A/N: Sorry you had to wait so long for this and I hope you like what I managed to come up with for the pregnancy prompt

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST

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Law knew a distraction would jeopardise the plan he’d formed. He knew letting himself have his attention be diverted from the goal at hand was stupid. He was the personification of logic and yet he still found himself looking across the room at the sound of your laughter. He knows better, he should know better. Now was not the time to be drawn in like some lovesick child. Still he can’t help himself. He can’t help how he feels about you, or how he keeps thinking about  the way his hands twitch, wanting to feel you again. He’d told himself one lapse of judgement was enough, as amazing as it had been. As he lifted his drink to his mouth, he couldn’t help but compare the taste to the memory of you. You were far more intoxicating, dizzying, and delicious than any alcohol that passed his lips. 

When you tucked your hair behind your ear as you talked with one of the crew, the action exposing your neck that he knew was sensitive. His dark eyes flickered to your fingers, lightly cradling your drink and something new came to his mind. Throughout the night he had yet to see you take a single drink from your cup. If he hadn’t been failing miserably to ignore you he wouldn’t have noticed it at all. Suddenly his mind switched to that of the focused doctor and watched you for a reason that wasn’t because of his feelings he was in denial about.

Any time you lifted the cup to your lips as though you were about to take a drink, you would lower it to continue the conversation you were having. It happened far too much to be a coincidence. Law knew you well enough to know nothing would interrupt you from drinking if it was what you wanted. There was only one reason why you would do this. Without thinking he rose suddenly and crossed the room, whatever Penguin was about to say to you died on his tongue at the appearance of your Captain who was looking far too intense. You looked over your shoulder and kept your expression impassive, your gaze only dropping when his hand gripped your upper arm. “We need to talk.” he told you sharply, leaving no chance for you to answer before he was all but pulling you out of the bar and leaving the rest of the crew behind to enjoy the rest of their night. 

“So what’s wrong Captain?” you asked calmly, pulling free from his grip and ignoring how his eye twitched at the title. The last time you’d called him by his name was the night you’d spent together and after agreeing it was best being left as a one time thing, you reverted back to only addressing him as your Captain in order to make things simpler. When Law didn’t immediately answer your question you turned to face him fully. “You sounded urgent in the bar. So is there an issue or isn’t there?”

“Are you pregnant?” The question was soft and yet it hit you hard, the implication of the reality you’d been trying not to think about was said aloud. It had been only a couple of weeks since you and Law slept together but you hadn’t even thought about the possibility of being pregnant until Penguin handed you your drink in the bar. Law, ever observant seemed to notice almost instantly just from your behaviour in one evening and you could curse him for that skill. Why couldn’t you have had just a little more time to come to terms with it on your own first and then tell him yourself? “I honestly don’t know.” Was the only answer you could manage out.  

He could have used his Devil Fruit then and there to find out for sure but instead the two of you walked back to the sub and he found a pregnancy test in the medical supplies for you to take. Perhaps it was to give you both more time in tense, ignorant bliss, the strange limbo of it still being only a possibility and not a certainty. You sat beside him, staring at a medical chart on the far wall, anything to avoid looking at the test, your stomach, or Law. 

“If it is positive-” his voice began slowly and you let out a small hollow scoff that interrupted him.

“Probably worked out well we’d docked on an island. Don’t have to worry about any more traveling.”

“You’d leave?” Law asked tightly. 

“You’d want me…us to stay?” You asked finally looking at him, confused about why he seemed so pained about you going. “You didn’t want a relationship because it was too much of a distraction which I understand and respect. A baby would take you from your goals even more than just being with me would. I wouldn’t stay only for you to resent my presence or the baby’s. If there is one.” You explained before rubbing your neck. This was such a mess and all your fault, you knew pursuing Law would be a bad idea. With him being your Captain and knowing he was focussed solely on his own ambition it was going to end badly but you just had to go and let your emotions get the better of you. 

Law reached forward and lifted the test into his hand, staring at the tiny little mark that felt like a huge weight in his hands, the tiny mark that signified the new life he was responsible for. The Surgeon of Death had created a life. He’d never considered it before, or rather he’d never allowed himself to think about something like this. Having a family was a cruel and dangerous daydream to indulge in after losing his own and Cora. It was painful to think about repairing some of that trauma and yet here he was now faced with that reality. Could he allow himself to have something good again? Yes there would be risks but if it was with you, wasn’t it worth it?

He glanced at you to see your eyes had locked into the result on the pregnancy test. You were completely frozen, as though frightened to make a noise or any movement out of fear of disturbing him. Suddenly you jumped when his hand settled over yours that had been resting on your lap, the action causing his fingers to graze against your stomach. Just holding your hand was enough to make him feel more grounded, more settled from the previous yearning he’d had when you were apart. Law took a breath, lifting his head to meet your stare. You could both do this. “Please stay.”

[pedge-page]

Imagine baby Sarah angry with Joel for not giving into her asks and wants like idk candy maybe and sides with reader going behind Joel’s back to ask the exact same thing and then in the middle of the day Joel questions how Sarah got a lollipop and reader says that Sarah told her that Joel said yes but to ask reader as well and they then connect the dots to discover that they’ve been played

Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: Sarah's Bargain

Notes: I’ve derailed from this prompt a little because Sarah’s gotta outsmart all of the adults in the room.

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Sarah and Joel are walking through the gas station mart when she spots the colorful rack of assorted candy. 

"Daddy, can I have one ring pop?"

"No," he responds plainly, counting the twinkies in his hand and figuring out how many he can get before you yell at him.

"Why not."

He grabs two bottles of Pepsi in one hand before heading over to the check out counter. “Because I said so."

She grumbles and follows close behind him. "If I clean my room--"

"You can't bargain with me. I'm not mom. My answer is no."

She thinks about it for a moment. Then smiles. "Ok Daddy, I understand."

Joel is surprised she acquiesced so quickly. She seems to have gotten over the tantrum phase. Maybe he's doing a pretty good job at this parenting thing after all. 

- 

Later on, you take Sarah along with you to go grocery shopping. "Mom.”

"Yes bubba."

"Dad said if I cleaned my room, I could have a ring pop."

You pause, surveying the special deal for pepsi cans. Despite Joel telling you about the suspicious amount of pepsi that’s been disappearing from his stock, you hadn’t touched any. In fact, you had your own stock that you suspect he’s found out and been stealing from. 

“What?”

“A ring pop,” she repeats. “Dad said if if cleaned my room, I could have one.”

 Thats very uncharacteristic of him to bargain with Sarah.

"He did? So what are you coming to me for?"

"Well he said ONLY if you agreed. Said it was OK but to ask mom first to be sure."

Fuck, making me do the hard decision. Joels always the favorite, and if you say no now, then it’s going to make you the mean mom for no reason. You did see she cleaned her room without being told...

You grab the pepsi case, hoping Joel won't scold you for your own hoarders pile.  

You see the innocent batting of her eyes just as you look over to the candy aisle. “Well if Dad said yes..." 

-

Sarah and Joel are sitting at the table as he unwraps his secret stash of pepsi and Twinkie’s away from you. 

"I asked mom for a ring pop and she said yes,” she mentions while coloring her book.

Joel freezes with half the cream custard in his mouth. “I said—“ 

"Its ok! I told her since you had said no, that she didn't need to get me one. I just wanted to see if she would..."

"You trying to set me up against mom?"

"No..." she adds quickly. "I just... thought it would be an interesting experiment.” She smiles softly, before turning to a very mature, saddened tone. “But then I realized it was wrong and I should have listened to you in the first place. So I didn’t take it because I know you said no."

He thinks about it for a moment. Now you’re going to come to him lecturing about why Sarah doesn't get things when she CLEARLY has a good sense of responsibility, going as far to say no to something she clearly wants just to respect him. She's also smart to test both of you, and even when she could have had it, she still refused. 

“Alright. Just cuz I'm proud of ya.” He dusts the power from his fingers and fishes for his wallet. “You’re a smart kid. But I don't want you testing your mom n’ me for the same answer.  And I don't want to get in trouble with her. I'll get you one. Just this once ok?"

She nods solemnly and crosses her heart. “I won’t say anything.”

-

The next day, you hear Joel and Sarah coming in from the garage and you quickly stash your pepsi behind the potted plant. Your daughter gives you a fat kiss on the cheek before running to the living room and turning on the tv.

You and Joel sit at the table. “I saw the can by the way.” He remarks.

You grunt, pulling the aluminum from its hiding spot and proudly sipping it before crinkling it in your hand. “Well I haven’t been stealing from you. I …have my own stash.”

Joel gasps, offended and surprised by your double standards. “And you yell at me n’ my Twinkies!”

"There better not be any f-ing twinkies in this house Joel Miller," you point at him threateningly.

"Nope none Nada. Haven't seen any." he slowly tucks the new plastic back full of them under his legs.

"The two of you talk about Sarah having cleaned her room without being told. 

"Yeah, I ended up getting her the ring pop,” he tells you.

You furrow your brows.

“?… but, I got her the ring pop. She said you told her I would get if it I also approved? I didn’t want to be the mean mom!"

Fuck, Joel knows you get too worked up on trying to be too nice and cater to Sarah... "What? I told her no first. I never said it was up to you. Then she said she asked you and you said yes, but she refused yours, so I got her it instead for being responsible. I told you to stop worrying about being the nice mom!”

You also know Joel's a sucker for marveling Sarah's experimental mind and working on being responsible over getting what she wants. "She did NOT refuse my offer. what are you talking about?"

Tommy comes in moments later, and waves to the two of you through the open door. Sarah runs up to him near the doorway, and he greets her first suspiciously. They do a funky little hand shake, and you catch a glimpse of something silver going into his palm before she retreats to the living room 

"What are you doing here?" Joel asks.

Tommy shrugs. "Uh nothin’ just.."

"Did you just slip her a ring pop??" You ask incredulously. 

He huffs a guilty sigh. "Sarah asked for a ring pop because you guys told her no, so I went to pick one up at the store as long as she didn’t tell either you...."

Fuck. You and Jole BOTH know Tommy's complex about wanting to be Sarah's favorite uncle (despite the fact you keep reminding him he's her  ONLY uncle and he has no competition).

Above all else, Sarah knows these weakness about each of you. You all look over to her as she unwrap a third ring pop, putting all of them on her one hand and switching back and forth sucking on them. There's an open Pepsi can clutched in her other tiny palm that she sips from, with an exceedingly satisfied grin on her face.

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[violetjedisylveon]

Okay one random idea I have that Macaque wanting you know play prank at Wukong and staff with him living in FFM "without" Wukong permission ( Macaque didnt ask but we all know Wukong allowed him to)

Only to found out Wukong is preggo! Dun dun Dunnnn!!

Wukong being Wukong of course he hide this from everyone well almost everyone. MK and Bull family know about this and secretly helping Wukong.

But here's a thing everyone who know WANT to know who's the 'father' of the child. Wukong REFUSE to tell them of anything as he is ashame of himself to even let them know. He even begged them to keep their mouth shut.

PIF: Brother... just tell me who's the father and I promise I wont be mad... I chew them alive

MK: Monkey King pls you going to be a Mama and Im about to be the uncle and I dont even know who my so call in law

Macaque: Name.

[MK and PIF (maybe Macaque) is ready to sent someone to diyuu for this]

And Macaque will go full mood finding the secret and look for the father (Or becoming the father- *cough* yeah MK and PiF won't let that happend)

Will the secret ever be spill? Will Wukong suffer from being a Mama? Will it be happy ending? 🤔👀

well I'm writing it so probably yes happy ending

Imagine being Macaque tho, you go to your ex's house to play a prank and then find out he's pregnant and been pregnant for who knows how long?

The funniest way this could go is that Wukong figured out how to do parthenogenesis on accident and is embarrassed about it, but let's have some more fun with it, shall we?😈

Depending on how long Wukong's been pregnant, there are a few options.

The worst one is that while Macaque was possessed by LBD, she made him SA Wukong and he doesn't know because he doesn't remember doing it.

So Wukong has extra reason to not want to tell anyone because 1, Macaque did it and they might get mad at him, and 2, Macaque was forced to assault him by a being who had complete control over his body and has no memory of ever doing it.

Wukong figures finding out your body was puppeted into assaulting your ex is gonna be fairly traumatic, it sure as hell was traumatic for him to experience.

So that's a fun little bomb to drop on everyone, but they'll find out anyway when the cub is born with either ears shaped like Macaque's or multiple ears, so he really doesn't have the time to figure out how to tell them.

It's also really hard because Macaque is doing what all the other monkeys are doing to help him cause monkey brain says "help pregnant troop member", and he's the sire of the cub and should be doing more involved things so Wukong's monkey brain is getting mad at him because he's not doing the mate things he should be doing!

One way or another, the truth of that gets spilled, and it's not fun for anyone involved, everyone is really mad at Macaque for being the sire and acting like he has no idea what was going on, when he genuinely doesn't, then once Wukong explains, everyone is super mad at LBD for pulling that shitty move.

Macaque is disgusted with the situation, and offers to get the fetus deletus water for Wukong.

Do they keep the baby, do they not? It's up to interpretation.

There's actually a fic with the premise of LBD makes Macaque assault Wukong only only Macaque does know and is forced to watch as his body is used, but it gets very explicit

Alternatively, Macaque uses his ears to hear the past and find out who did this and if it was consensual, if so he'll drag the deadbeat to face the family, if not, find the asshole and kill them.

Or celestial monkeys can do delayed implantation and this is a fertilized egg from way back before the brotherhood stuff happened that's just been hanging around for two thousand+ years, and either the egg decided to implant itself or Wukong accidentally triggered it, and is again, embarrassed about it because he had no idea he could do that.

I like this one most cause it's silly. So it's the one I'll be going with.

Once he, and Macaque, get over the whole "we had sex two thousand+ years ago and conceived something that decided to be born now", it's a pretty chill time.

So no one can mess with Wukong now cause he's got the DBK fam, MK, and Macaque all protecting him until the baby is born.

The babies (whoops it's twins, Rumble and Savage) are born after the big battle in season 4, like immediately because of the stress of the situation and they decide "aight it's go time", so they get like, five minutes to calm down from the craziness before the contractions start.

Season 5 gets to have little monkey babies making things more complicated.

It's very awkward when the monkeys are dragged to the underworld and the ten kings + Li Jing find out they had babies, and the monkey dads are mad because they woke their babies up and it'll take forever to get them back down for the night. Nezha did not see the point in telling his dad the monkeys reproduced.

Monkey dads are extra angry at the celestial realm because their babies are being threatened and so Macaque doesn't get shelved for half the season he drops the whole truck through a shadow portal and joins the fun.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: What We Did In The Dark {4}

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warning: Language, 18+ Mature Content, Angst, Small Time Jumps, Preggo Talk, Pregnancy Trope, Talk of Pregnancy Termination

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Summary: Neither of you planned any of it. You’d met by chance, and everything that happened after had to have been predestined. Now back to your own life, you find you have a special souvenir from your time in Mauritius and you have a tough decision to make.

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Chapter Four: Into The Unknown

-Y/N-

“Ah, Y/N. Welcome back. I am very happy to see you again,” Dr. Olumichi said as she got comfortable in the high rolling stool.

“Are you?”

“Yes of course. I also knew I would see you again,” she added.

“I didn’t even know I would see you again.”

She chuckled, “I’ve been in the business of babies for a long time, and I’ve developed a skill for knowing who will rise to the occasion and who will choose to have more time to get there.”

“It was touch or go there for a week or two,” you admitted.

“But here we are,” Villie finished.

The three of you smiled.

“Right where you were meant to be,” Dr. Olumichi said as she rolled closer.

“This is Villie, my best friend.”

“And babies’ auntie,” Villie filled in.

Dr. Olumichi smiled then shook Villie’s hand. “Nice to meet you Villie. What an interesting name.”

“I promise it’s not short for villian, just to put that out there.

Dr. Olumichi laughed loudly.

“It’s short for Valenza. Here’s my card in case you ever need an attorney who has got your back for your interests and not my own like other attorneys if you know what I mean.”

All your eyes met, and an unspoken understanding sparked between you. She knew just what Villie meant.

“Thank you Villie. All right, so 1st official prenatal appointment. How exciting, yeah?”

You took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah.”

It didn’t sound believable but hey, it was still early.

“Don’t worry. When we get to the main event--,” Dr Olumichi gestured to the sonogram machine. “You’ll be whistling a different tune. Ultrasounds and sonograms are completely different experiences. All right so you are precisely 19 weeks. Welcome to your 5th month. You are practically halfway there.”

“Already? She just started,” Villie chimed in.

“She didn’t. It’s just that she just found out about it because this was a cryptic pregnancy, a definite one especially seeing that they are twins. You’ve gone through the normal time for morning sickness and the drain of energy. The next 2 months are known as the sweet spot of pregnancy, your energy levels out often times you get some energy. It’s known as the most comfortable time before you are too big to move or see your feet. So enjoy this time.”

You nodded and tried to remain present and not panic. As Dr. Olumichi explained what was happening inside of your body with the babies then to your body with you, she went further to explain what you should expect over the next few weeks. As she listed some of the not so cute and fun things to expect your face went from neutral to slightly worried. She immediately noticed and did her best to soothe any worries by offsetting them with more realistic positives.

“You look overwhelmed,” Dr. Olumici said taking a break from information dumping.

You sighed, then took a deep breath. “It’s a lot to take in.”

“I can imagine. However, you are in good hands Y/N. I’ve been doing this a long time and the way I work with my moms to be is in a partnership. You worry about remaining healthy and stress free and taking your vitamins and precautions for your safety and I will handle the rest. I will help ensure that you are ready for what happens in fourish months and immediately after.”

Her smile was warm and her eyes kind and instantly you felt at ease.

“Here at Mom to Be & Baby to Be we are more than just gynecology and obstetrics. I pride myself on this organizations work with really working with mothers and ensuring that they have all the resources and help for this lifetime journey. A more prepared mom is a happier and more successful mom,” Dr. Olumici finished.

“That sounds amazing,” Villie said. “Oh my god, Y/N, she’s amazing.”

You smiled and nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. The remainder of the appointment progressed with Dr. Olumici going over your blood work and levels while explaining any risks that were relevant to you. She then took care with measuring your belly growth as well as the babies inside. When she set up the sonogram machine both you and Villie perked up.

“All right the main event. Another thing to think about is if you want to know the sex of the babies.”

“Of course,” Villie squeaked before you could even process the sentence.

She spun around to look at you then made a “yikes” face. “Yes, right?”

You thought for a minute but just as you were going to say yes you thought about experiencing that moment with Lewis. When you thought that you nearly rolled your eyes into the back of your skull. How in the hell would you experience it with him? He didn’t even know and for all you knew he would probably deny that they were his. You must have remained silent for too long or your face betrayed your conflict because Villie’s hand engulfed yours.

“It’s okay. We don’t have to find out.”

“No um—I was just thinking—yeah we can find out. that would be nice.”

“Are you sure? If you would want to wait for the father or some other time--.”

Villie gasped, “Is that your hang up? That is an option, it could be a good thing to wait for him it could be something to ease the news down.”

You shook your head. “No, no. I want to know.”

“Okay. Then let’s give these movie stars their close up,” Dr. Olumici joked as you grabbed the bottle of gel and stood from her stool.

You watched as she squirted an ample amount of gel onto your protruding belly. It was warmer than you’d expected, and you guessed it had to have been heated. As she approached with the Doppler wand, you tried to calm your rapidly beating heart. You didn’t know if you were excited or nervous. It could have been a mixture of both at this point. You’d accepted your situation, but you didn’t think you’d crossed the threshold of being happy about it.

“Okay, let’s see.”

Your doctor moved the wand over your belly, spreading the gel as she went. The sound in the room amplified and filled making you feel as if you were underwater. Three pairs of eyes were glued to the screen waiting for the first appearance of a little body.

“Hm, there’s aren’t many places they can hide at this stage, but I see they want to play hide and seek.”

Suddenly, empty greyness changed to darker grey imaging and then the room filled with out of sync heartbeats.

“Ah-ha, there they are.”

Villie gasped, covered her mouth, then snapped her head to you.

“There are your babies.”

You gaped at the screen staring at their small bodies and allowing the sound of their hearts to fill you.

“Holy shit. This is real.”

“Oh yeah. This is as real as it gets,” Dr. Olumici said.

She tapped across the keyboard then the image magnified leaving you with a clear image that had now turned from shades of grey and white to amber and honey hues.

“They look wonderful at first glance. Let’s go more in depth though.”

You watched your doctor get a view from every angle imaginable. With each angle change, she tapped across the keyboard freezing the image for a few seconds before moving on. Each new image made your heart slow rather than speed up. It was as if the nerves from before were stilling and dissipating, like before nothing made sense but now everything made sense.

“So as a whole, they look great. They are measuring well. The only thing I see is they are maybe 2 or 3 centimeters off to where I would want them to be, but I will credit you not knowing you were pregnant and the need for some vitamins and a balanced diet. Now that you are aware you are eating for three hopefully they will catch up because in the earlier months is when twins gain their most weight. When the womb becomes cramped, growing becomes tough and uncomfortable. So let’s really aim for 3 full balanced meals and two to three nutritious snacks a day.”

You nodded.

“All right. So—sex?”

“I’m not having any.”

Villie snorted.

“No, no. Do you want to know the sex?”

Biting your bottom lip you thought it over once more. Curiosity was pecking away at you and though Villie was right, if you did tell Lewis about the pregnancy finding out the genders together would be a way to drive it home and or bond over the moment. The debate in your head was annoying because each side of the argument gave good points, however, curiosity won with you each and every time.

“Let’s do it.”

The two other women in the room smiled then focused back onto the screen.

“All right, let’s do it.”

Dr. Olumici took just a few moments and each second that ticked away made your heart pound even harder. This was excitement. When Villie saw a smile on your face she squeezed your hand.

“You’re excited too right? It’s not just me.”

“I’m excited,” you said finally and truly meant it.

“Ha, the easiest inquiry,” Dr. Olumici began with a snort. “These babies are not shy.”

“Wonder where they get that from,” Villie said eying you.

You rolled your eyes and leaned closer to the screen. “What are they?”

“This one on the left is a boy and on the right is his sister.”

Your eyes bugged as an “oof” escaped you. You felt like you’d just gotten a foot to gut but it didn’t hurt.

“What was that!?”

“I just saw it. That would be your daughter asserting herself early with a kick.”

Your jaw dropped. “Oh my god. Really?”

Your doctor nodded as a wave of euphoria washed over you. You remembered this feeling. It was similar to how you felt when you’d gotten the call that a broadcasting channel wanted to pay you to travel officially and put you on every streaming device across the globe. You felt like that but only 100 times better. The kick to the gut came again and again.

“Oh my god.”

“They’re really awake now. Say hello mom.”

You stared at the screen at the two life forms that were growing inside of you with awe and wonderment. You didn’t know they existed a few short weeks ago but now that you knew and had seen and felt them you couldn’t ever imagine going back. You couldn’t believe your situation now. In theory you knew how babies were made and everyone knew that whenever they had sex there was always some chance of one being made but no one ever thought that they would really make one even if they didn’t use protection. Looking back pregnancy was the last thing on your mind that night and now it was the first.

The remainder of the appointment went by in a blur. You went through everything related to the pregnancy and your concerns and fears with Dr. Olumici then made a detailed calendar of appointments and check-ins. By the time you left 3 hours had passed and you were equipped with every kind of tool known to pregnant women support known to the mental health field plus one auntie-godmother who was just as equally on cloud nine as you were.

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Now sitting in a corner booth at Cheesecake Factory you were fully indulging your craving for cheesecake with not one but three slices of your faves while staring haplessly at the sonogram pictures of your babies.

“You look so in love,” Villie said.

You looked across at her with a wide smile.

“Cheesecake and a belly full of cute babies. How can I not be?”

She chuckled then sighed. “They are cute. Totally unfair to the rest of society, I mean you see the gene pool. I saw some resemblance in the forehead area.”

You snorted. “You know you not right.”

Villie laughed then took a sip of her drink. “I kid. I kid.”

You sighed then put a large forkful of cheesecake into your mouth. “Think this counts as a balanced meal?”

“No, Y/N, but I think it definitely counts as 1 of 3 nutritional snacks.”

You smiled wide. “I love you.”

“Happy wife, happy life,” Villie teased.

Just then her phone rang drawing both of your attention to it. The smile on her face told you just who it was.

“Go ahead.”

“Hello?”

She sounded like a lovesick freshman who was so under the spell of her paramour that everything and everyone else ceased to exist. ‘When you saw her twirl a thick strip of dark curls around her finger you scoffed. Must be nice, you thought before your mind went back to all those weeks ago when you’d felt anything close to what she felt.

The memory of Lewis’ hand brushing against your cheek sparked a heat inside of you that gently simmered until the memory of his thick thumb slid across your bottom lip. That slow, simmering heat kindled into a mild inferno. The more you remembered from your night together, the hotter you became. Thankfully, before you could fall deep into this dangerous desire you still felt when you thought about him, you felt Villie’s hand on your arm.

Her eyes were boring into you. “Are you all right? Is it—,” she asked dropping her eyes to your stomach.

“No, no. I’m fine. Sorry. I just—zoned out.”

Villie nodded and then brought the phone back to her ear. “Call me when you land. Okay. Bye.”

When she dropped her phone back into her purse, she looked at you.

“Miles come into town?”

Villie nodded but she didn’t make eye contact with you.

“So y’all have a date tonight?”

“Not quite.”

“It’s okay Villie, we don’t have to hang out every night. I will be fine alone. Honestly, I’m not alone anymore,” you said cradling your newly popped bump.

“No, I um—I told him I wanted you to meet him.”

Your eyes bugged then. “You did what? When?”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah. I really want to know what you think of him before things go any further.”

“Villie—.”

“I know. I promise I didn’t bring it up to back you into a corner or anything. I was actually planning for it to happen before you told me about the pregnancy. I’m sorry.”

You took a deep breath and tried not to freak out.

“Don’t apologize. I get it. It’s fine, it’s what we do.”

“So, it’s okay?”

“Yeah. We’ll do a late dinner.”

Villie jumped out of her seat and onto you, throwing her arms around your neck, “Thank you, Y/N. I swear I will take your lead about the pregnancy.”

You smiled and tried to hide the rising panic you felt. Your once hectic but simple life had now turned into a damn episode of Jane the Virgin.

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-That Night-

Though you’d tried to find ways to get out of the dinner you found yourself sitting beside Villie in a cab on your way to Island Gardens restaurant. You could feel Villie’s excitement rolling off of her, but you could tell she was also nervous. She knew you would not be shy about assessing him and letting her know what you thought of him.

You were notorious for being picky about the men she entertained. You always had been ever since the douche from college who had the audacity to ghost her after knocking her up. You refused to let another asshole slip through the ranks especially knowing how much of a catch your best friend was. Any man who intended to even step a pinky toe into her personal space had to pass the test. You didn’t give half a shit if it meant you were called too picky. All it meant was any man better rise to the fucking occasion.

You dropped your hand to Villie’s knee hoping to steady her leg that had not stopped shaking since you’d gotten in the car.

“It’s okay Villie. Calm down.”

She took a deep breath then slowly released it. “What if you don’t like him?”

“V, if he has passed your wards, then I am sure he’ll appease me.”

She snorted then dropped her head to your shoulder. “You’ll like him.”

She sounded as if she were trying to convince herself more than you and you couldn’t help but laugh. You hadn’t seen her like this in a long, long time. It was too cute. By the time the car rolled up to the front of the restaurant, she’d calmed down some, but your nerves were rising. It had taken an hour to find something that hid your belly. Then it took another hour to find something that not only hid your belly but didn’t make you look bloated. The dress you wore now was something you hadn’t worn in a long time, but it did the trick—mostly. You still felt as if it drew attention to your midsection and other parts of your body that were new thanks to baby 1 and baby 2.

“Reservation?”

Then hostess smiled widely showcasing her perfectly straightened teeth and corner dimples.

“We’re meeting someone here,” Villie managed to get out.

“Okay, sure thing. Name please?”

Villie leaned closer and spoke lowly. “Miles.”

The hostess looked at her then you and smiled softly as she tapped the letters into the keyboard.

“Got them. Thea will take you to your table. Have a good night.”

Villie smiled, looped her arm with yours again then walked off behind a gorgeous woman who was tall enough to be a model and so svelte you felt envious because you were so far from svelte now and had no hope of being that way again for many more months.

“Follow me, ladies.”

You pushed the thoughts out of your head and brought yourself back to the moment. When you heard Villie release a small gasp you knew she’d spotted Miles. Seconds later she’d let go of your arm and was in his. You watched as they kissed as if they hadn’t seen each other in months when you were sure it was merely weeks. You thanked the seater then waited for them to finish. However, when they should have finished, his hand slid down to cup her ass. Villie giggled then which triggered his sort of giggle. Part of you felt so happy for her but the other part cringed a little.

“Mm. Oh. Baby,” Villie began turning to you. “Officially meet my best friend in the entire world, Y/N. Bestie this is Miles.”

He had to have been 7 feet tall. Even with you in heels, he was still towering over you. You approached him and shook his outstretched hand, but he pulled you toward him and kissed both your cheeks like some rich cosmopolitan. You were so taken off guard that you didn’t realize the hand you had shaken seconds before was nudged between your bodies and pressing against your burgeoning belly.

Oh shit, you thought as you tried to act normal and not panic because you knew it would bring more unwanted attention. You put distance between you and smiled.

“It’s nice to officially meet you Miles.”

“You too. Valenza talks about you all the time. I feel like I know you personally already.”

You giggled and looked at Villie who was staring at this man like he hung the stars each and every night in the sky. You could not believe the whole switch in her. You’d never seen her like this with someone.

“Same,” you replied with a smile.

The three of you moved to the table and as you got situated you watched how Miles pulled out her seat, made sure she sat down first, then proceeded to make sure she was comfortable. Then he hurried over to catch your seat before you pulled it out for yourself. You thanked him as you sat then watched as he whispered something to Villie that made her lean to kiss his cheek. It was then you knew that by the end of the night, you’d vomit from all this sweetness.

Most guys that Villie had you meet treated the meeting as something casual or something that didn’t mean anything. They cracked weird pedo jokes, freely groped her, and showcased some questionable behaviors that anyone would think were weird. Some even went above and beyond with their efforts to impress you. Some told completely unrealistic stories and flat-out lies that were obvious lies but expected you to swallow them as facts. Rarely did you meet anyone who tried to impress you naturally.

Throughout appetizers, Miles treated Villie like a queen. He fed her food off his plate, made sure her wine glass was never empty, occasionally nudged her, which spoke of an inside joke that she understood. The thing that made you warm a little towards him was how he looked at her when she wasn’t looking at him. He looked at her the way your grandfather looked at your grandmother—full of awe and wonder.

As you moved on to main courses, every time Villie laughed his eyes lit up like Christmas morning. It was adorable. When he began asking you about yourself you gathered he was unlike other men she’d dated. As you told him about your job, hobbies, and stories about Villie that both of you experienced he genuinely looked entertained and interested.

However, it was when his questions about you got more detailed did you know that he was really serious about her. Any man who took the time to get to know his girl’s best friend understood simplistic reasoning and the simplistic reasoning was that this was a test, and the best friend is the end all be all. If she approved then not only would she not be a problem for him, but she would become his ally.

After dinner, which Miles paid for, the three of you made moves to go to another venue but you’d seen enough. You pulled Villie into a hug.

“He’s great. Be happy.”

Her smile was so bright that you had to cringe away from her.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. My only caution is maybe to stay away from deep penetrative positions because his height says you will die.”

Villie screeched loudly then laughed so loud that everyone that was nearby stared.

“Oh my god! Y/N!”

You laughed.

“My mama ain’t raise no bitch!”

You snorted, shook your head then nodded because you knew this caution fell on deaf ears.

“What’s so funny over here?”

“Nothing. I’m going to head out,” you replied.

“So soon? You sure you don’t want to hang? I heard of this cool exhibit tonight,” Miles began.

“No, no, it’s all good. I’m actually a little tired. It’s been a long day.”

“Oh. Okay. It was really good to meet you officially and I’m glad you’re doing better and feeling better.”

“Yeah. Thank you so much for understanding again. I swear I will never rearend you again.”

The two of you chuckled.

“Hey, what are you doing this weekend?”

“Um—uh--.”

“I’m not trying to be weird or anything I swear.”

“Not trying to set up some best friend threesome?”

Miles snorted. “God no. Valenza is—more than enough,” he said staring at her.

From the look they exchanged you knew just what they would be doing the rest of the night.

“And—I don’t think threesomes are recommended in your—condition.”

Your eyes widened as Miles motioned to your stomach. He could tell?

“You can—wait—you—what do you know?”

Miles looked to Villie then you then back to Villie. “Uh—that you’re—pregnant. I’m not judging it’s cool. I mean you can barely tell but I hugged you and then you weren’t drinking or anything so--.”

You looked at Villie who also looked ready to panic.

It’s no big deal. I promise. Congratulations to you. What I meant was that this weekend is the Miami Grand Prix, and I can get you guys in for the VIP experience.”

You felt like you’d heard that from somewhere but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out where or what it was. Maybe it was because it had taken him moments to guess you were pregnant then 2 hours tops to confirm it. The blank look on your face must have been the dead giveaway for him because he chuckled a little.

“Are you a fan?”

“Fan? Oh—yeah totally. That sounds cool,” you said hoping to steer the conversation away from you being pregnant.

“Cool. So tomorrow starts the weekend. You and Valenza can come together, meet up there?”

“Sure.”

Just then your Lyft pulled up and you hugged Villie once more then waved to Miles before you got in. While the car pulled off you waved to them both then leaned back once they were out of sight.

“Oh my god!”

You dropped your head into your hands and proceeded to panic the entire ride home.

~~~~~~~

-The Next Day-

You took another sip from your café cup which held a large pomegranate tea. You were already missing caffeine and everything it brought to your life. Not only were you up not long after the sun came up but you were also dressed and already on the move.

“Are you as tired as I am?”

You took a sip from your cup then sighed.

“I am, but I think we’re tired for different reasons—me tossing and turning and growing two humans, you tossing and turning getting your back, cervix ovaries and soul blown out like a circus acrobat.”

Villie snorted then cackled. The driver glanced into the rearview mirror for a moment then looked back to the road.

“Oh my god. Look don’t judge me. I’m just trying to keep up with you,” she teased.

You rolled your eyes. “Ha-ha-ha!”

Another sip of tea filled you and you groaned wishing it was a large macchiato with an extra shot of espresso.

“Also, hello he sent you a chauffeured car?”

Villie smiled widely then twirled your hair.

“My baby knows how to take care of me,” Villie added.

“My baby? Damn, that was quick. I take it y’all got labels now?”

“We labeled up! That’s my man, he my boo.”

You smiled then nudged her. “I’m happy for you Villie. He seems like a good guy, and I love the way he treats you.”

“Thank you. I’m happy,” she said.

You smiled and looked back at the road. The car zipped by a billboard with the same words Miles said last night, “Miami Grand Prix”. Again something nagged at your brain, something like recognition but it wasn’t quite recognition. It felt like something was blocking the part of your brain responsible for your memory of what it meant.

Ten or so minutes later the car pulled up then stopped.

“We’ve arrived, ma’am.”

After thanking the driver, you and Villie got out and then marveled at the sea of people bustling around. As you joined them and walked toward an entrance you took notice of several people dressed wearing Ferrari, Mercedes, McLaren, and Red Bull items. You knew those brands.

“Villie, what exactly is the Miami Grand Prix? I swear it sounds familiar, but I can’t remember why or how.”

The look on Villie’s face was one of confusion. “I don’t know. I thought you knew.”

“Did you Google?”

“Girl my hands have been kinda busy for the last 12 hours.”

You cringed and shook your head. It was then you saw Miles standing just ahead.

“Hey! You guys made it.”

He hugged Villie then kissed her while babying her as if he hadn’t seen her less than 12 hours ago. You silently prayed this was not what you were in store for all day.

“You guys ready?”

“Yes!”

You had no idea where she’d found this burst of energy when she was half asleep moments ago in the car. The three of you walked on and with every step you took more and more things pointed to what this really was. When a woman passed by wearing a shirt with Lewis’ face you stopped in your tracks.

“Everything okay?”

“Um—this is Miami Grand Prix, racing—F1, right?”

“Yeah.”

Villie’s eyes widened then as it hit her as well. Miles looked at her then back to you and his confusion was evident.

“Is something wrong?”

“Uh--.”

You tried to come up with a reason to leave, or something to say to cover what was really wrong.

“No, no. Nothing is wrong.”

“Okay. Come on, the VIP experience includes paddock access with Mercedes,” he said as he walked on.

Holy shit, you thought. This was bad. This was very, very bad. Seeing no way out that wouldn’t lead to you having to confess you were carrying the babies of the man whose paddock you were on your way to, you proceeded to follow Miles. Every so often Villie looked back at you asking you with her eyes if you were all right. You’d spoken nonverbally long enough to easily pass your panicked message, “Help”.

Just as you were about to pull out your phone and fake a work emergency Miles stopped. “Welcome to the Mercedes paddock. Now Lewis isn’t here right now he’s already getting into his car but after I can get you and introduction if you’re down.”

You and Villie again exchanged quick looks before Miles continued to show you around and introduce you around. After almost twenty minutes you found yourself sitting in front of a TV with the race about to start. That was when Villie shimmied up to you.

“What do we do?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been trying to figure it out,” you whispered back.

“I can come up with an excuse for us to leave.”

“Wouldn’t that be weird? I said I was a fan. Would a fan really get up and leave a VIP experience or a once in a lifetime experience?”

“Hell yeah they would if the VIP experience is with their secret babies’ daddy,” Villie aggressively whispered back.

You chewed your bottom lip even more intently. Then the start of events sound rang out and everyone brought their attention to the largest television in the room. Within seconds, the race began, then cars sped off. You watched in somewhat awe as the controlled chaos of a start turned into the cars forming a neat traffic line. This was your first in-person race. You’d seen a few on TV and watched a lot of recap highlights but this was your first in-person one and the atmosphere was intense. You couldn’t look away from the screen or move a muscle because it was that interesting.

Before you knew it, 20 laps had gone by, and with each lap, the lead changed and when the lead changed so did the line-up. On the 6th lap, Lewis made a swift cut-off and overtook Red Bull for the number 1 spot. Then in the 19th lap, the first collision happened that barely missed Lewis. That had you on your feet so quickly that you nearly lost your balance.

Now you were standing with your hands on your stomach because as soon as the excitement picked up so did the activity in your belly. It was as if they knew their father was once again racing toward greatness. Just when everyone in the Mercedes room was beginning to relax, Red Bull attempted another overtake. The fender of the Red Bull car clipped the bumper of Lewis’ car which sent his car slanting sideways and skidding. Everyone in the room gasped, some even cursed at the brazenness of the Red Bull driver.

However, with the loss of control of his back wheels, Lewis’ car otherwise remained in complete control. He didn’t swerve wildly or burn out, he kept his lead and even managed to block any further attempts to steal his lead. Thinking of the sheer skill that took had your jaw dropped and both your hands cradling your babies—his babies.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about!”

Miles’ voice boomed around the room when Lewis not only straightened out but inched further into a lead.

“Wow,” you marveled as a wave of intense attraction washed over you.

You wanted to do nothing more than to throw yourself on him and lick his neck no matter how sweaty it was and that was just the beginning of all you wanted to do to him. The raw force of that wave bowled you off of your feet and back into your seat. Fuck, you thought. This was not good. You thought you’d moved past this and had gotten it out of your system. You thought that one night was more than enough for you, that you’d lived out every wanton desire and urge. Feeling the heat spread through you now told you that was more than likely not the case.

Two hours later as Lewis screeded to a stop after securing P1 the entire Mercedes room was filled with celebration. The man you’d spent the last two hours talking with patted you on the back then went in for a high five. “I think you might be his good luck charm.”

“Ha! I think now. He just happens to be the GOAT,” you countered.

He chuckled. “I have to have him meet you. I think you two would hit it off. I know everyone around here would love to see him settled.”

Your eyes bugged but as you were about to speak, someone else did.

“That’s Toto for you. He and Suzie are steadily trying to marry him off,” a dark-skinned man the exact replica of Lewis said. "I don't mind, at least maybe I will get some grandchildren soon," he finished.

“Hahaha, Anthony my man,” Toto said with a chuckle.

The two men shook hands as you watched on with wide eyes. You’d seen pictures of Lewis’ father plenty of times. When they stood side by side the resemblance was really uncanny. The only difference was their skin tone, otherwise, Lewis was the spitting image of him.

“What a good race today,” Anthony said.

“I agree. I was just telling Y/N that she might be Lewis’s good luck charm. Miami hasn’t trusted him this well in a while,” Toto added.

Anthony Hamilton looked at you and smiled so warmly you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Y/N. Are you--.”

“No, no. I am no one. My best friend happens to be dating his best friend so here I am. Sort of like a 3rd wheel,” you blabbered.

“We all start from somewhere,” Toto slid in making Anthony snort.

“Well I can tell from your eyes that you’re a kind person. My son could use as many kind people around him as he can get. This business is fickle and cold.”

You caught the chill in his voice and from the look on Toto’s face both men were in a nonverbal agreement.

“Fickle and cold, huh. That’s good. At least you know where you stand with people. I’d take that over fake kindness and hidden agendas. Let a snake be a snake in the open. If I see the snakes in front of me I know my moves ahead of time. I’m sure Lew—your son is the same way. Prepare for war in secret and in the open but kill em’ in silence with kindness and skill which gives proven results.”

The two men glanced at each other then back to you with expressions you weren’t sure how to place.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No. It’s just you sounded like Lewis there. He says prepare in the open but move in silence,” Anthony informed.

You shrugged, “Eh, mine is better.

Again both men laughed.

“You’re right Toto, I think they would hit it off.”

“See. They complement each other.”

This was too freaky for you, so you quickly changed the subject. “Uh, it was a good race. So much so I’m wiped.”

You stretched your arms as you fake yawned. You watched Anthony’s eyes dip to your midsection but before he could speak you pulled your long cardigan together. “Congratulations to you Mr. Hamilton and team Mercedes. I’m going to go on and get out of here.”

Slipping past the two men who attempted to protest your departure, you shimmied up to Villie and slyly told her you were leaving. She didn’t try to stop you at all. She knew the risk that this was. It wasn’t that you didn’t want Lewis to know that you were pregnant, you just didn’t want right now to be when he found out. You knew what it felt like to be blindsided by this news and right here and now would definitely blindside him. Plus, you weren’t 100% ready to see him again after your night together, especially with you still being attracted to him. That was a recipe for disaster—it all was.

So you slipped away with no one being the wiser. The only pair of eyes that followed you as you left was Anthony Hamilton’s and his brow said that he was more than curious as to why.

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[moonxpalace]

You have any Iris pregnancy headcanons, please?

Sure! here they are:

Iris doesn't find pregnancy itself too tiresome. She can live with not sleeping on her back, nausea and weird food cravings. But the worst thing? The hormones. She cries over everything. Once she dropped a fork and said "sorry." And then she realized she said sorry to a fork and cried.

Ash knows Iris can take care of herself, as she has mad acrobatic skills and can navigate through forests without a compass. When she becomes pregnant he can't help with being overprotective of her. Iris thinks he goes too far when he insists of holding her hand when she goes down the stairs.

The doctor had a hard time with finding out the gender during the ultrasound. No matter how much the doctor tried to make the baby move, it was only turning its back on them ...

When they got home, Ash and Iris decided to guess the gender. Ash is 100% sure it's a girl, while Iris thinks it's a boy. Iris justifies it with "since I mostly sleep on my left side, it's a boy. If I slept on my right, it would be a girl. That's what the Elder at the Dragon Village says!" Ash thinks this is ridiculous ... But Iris ended up being right when Oliver was born.

Ash and Iris are invited on some Champion event when she is around 8 month pregnant. None of her elegant dresses fit her, so Iris cries again. She insists that she looks like a big Wailord. Ash tells her lovingly that in that case, she's the most beautiful and majestic Wailord ever ... and Iris just cries even more. Ash doesn't get why she is upset ...

Once Ash had to get up at 2 AM to drive to Viridian City because Iris was craving baby carrots dipped in strawberry yogurt

Ash and Iris didn't have a "Baby shower" or "Gender reveal party" because they found these kind of parties to be pointless and pretentious.

Ash's Dragonite is the most excited about Iris' baby bump. She can't help but hug her more than she usually does

Iris' Dragonite pretends he doesn't care about the baby. But he is actually a big softie and makes sure to obey Iris 100% while she is preggo (to avoid stressing his trainer out)

Iris is close to Delia, but they become even closer during her pregnancy. Delia is super excited about her role as a grandma and will drop everything to come visit Ash and Iris if needed.

Ash is worried that Iris doesn't ask him to do enough. He knows pregnancy isn't easy, and that Iris is stubborn and likes to do things herself. Therefore he does everything she asks him to do - even vacuuming the whole house (which he normally hates)

Whenever they discuss names, Ash and Iris end up joking around. Ash insists on calling the baby "Ashton/ Asher/ Ash jr." if it's a boy, and "Ashley/ Ashlynn" if it's a girl. Iris says that's stupid, but she's laughing and that makes Ash laugh as well. In the end Delia is the one who suggest "Oliver" - and they think it's perfect.

At a point Iris insists on an all natual home birth with no pain relief. Ash is totally against that (What if something goes wrong?? Wouldn't it be much safer in a hospital?) Later on Iris agrees

Iris refuses to be absent from work. She still accepts battling requests and attends Champion meetings most of her pregnancy (as long as she feels fine)

The birth was harder to Ash than to Iris lol

Welp, this became a bit too long. I had more ideas but let's stop here for now!

Thank you for the ask 💕

[puripurin]

So found ur Alien Emperor Zephyr and I fell in love.

So I’m just gonna ramble about an idea,

When reader took the kids out for the day they mentioned a women who may or may not come to try to kill us. Maybe that women’s their bio mom who wanted the emperor but not the kids and is baby trapped him. The kids are twins so that would make sense.

I would think this women maybe ambushes us while we are preggo and potentially we loose the baby due to bitter shitty ex. She is executed but states she is his true mate as the twins are hers.

The twins deny this and cry about it, but Zephyrs confirms it in private. He tells the truth about how she was crazy in love and he was young and had a fling with her that he didn’t take serious but she did. The sleep with was her attempt to get a baby out of him again but he originally took the twins when he kicked her out.

The twins being feral just like their birth mama kinda makes sense to me. But them losing their little sibling would maybe make them kill her. Zeph just standing there smiling with the poetic irony.

Maybe we die or the baby lives, maybe we live but the baby dies, maybe we both die, maybe we both live idk

Dawg, it's been how long since I've went on this acc so that's y. Plus, I've been lazy on tumblr cud I'm focusing my energy on my dandadan ff and my yandere x reader book so give me 3~4 days to let me cook 😭😭😭😭

[saintobio]

HELLOOO FINALLY GOT TO SEND AN ASK!!!

first of allllll…. i think the time momjo sending the child guardian paper (?) that satoru typed out of anger is a hint…. and then satoru telling yn that sachiro called akemi mama… this honestly hurts alot more, imahine carrying your baby for 9 months, taking care of baby sachiro for 3 years alone, all the sleepless nights… and sachiro just ugh u dumbass small brain toddler (literally). anyways, satoru looking at akemi during suguru and shoko’s wedding, his hand rubbing akemi’s stomach at the cabin when she was in pain. honestly this part was akemi faking her pain or…? cuz there was a line that said after satoru asked if she wanted to go home her face didnt show anymore pain ? lololll idk. i dislike (hate) gojokemi but i think theyre gonna be endgame with all these theories coming up oh godddd. and the way yn threw the necklace into the lake, satoru went to search for it but did he manage to find it ? no. but during sn yn (well, suguru) found gojos wedding band. so in sy, yn threw away satoru’s “heart”, and it was never found again, thats a hint (?) bruhhh i hate thissss (i love this so much actually it made me feel so much i love u saint) i also recall the first time satoru and akemi first did it together he said smthg like i could learn to love u ? if i remember correctly. and the morning at the cabin after yn and gojo did it, yn was crying bcs they had a heartfelt talk ? and u mentioned they both felt guilty. the guilt is…. yeah.

BUT ALSO, satoru once said that yn has always been the one, sera when she saw gojo after forever told sukuna that he looks different when hes being with akemi, like hes not being himself? but that was when they first got together so idk about now. him not calling gojokemi exclusive. oh how they were happy and loving when yn got pregnant 🥹 but well it lasted until… yeah. also u said something about gojo gonna be on his knees again, since yn is now depressed and suicidal, i think for her heart disease shes gonna sign a DNR, then satoru on his knees maybe begging the doctors idk gawd idk someone mentioned dnr and i just… 🙂 its not that she wanna leave sachiro either, but i think shes telling herself everything will be better if she dies since sachiro, still very young, doesnt even really remember yn (just why sachiro) and called akemi mama… also why the hell didnt gojo use protection when fucking akemi oh gawd pls hate u satoru if she gets preggo.

anyways, i cant wait for gen to be back. i love u gen and ian.

oooh i also remember that you said there was a scene that inspired the birth of sn/sy, was it in chapter 11 ? or we’re not there yet…

honestly why dont yn just join shoko and suguru and be in a happy poly relationship ever looollll just kidding. my heart hurts, im still all in for gojoyn endgame but it doesnt seem realistic. ive been cursing gojo and akemi ever since the chapter came out loolll gotta give myself credit for being able to do my exams while still thinking bout this. 💀

omg there’s a lot to unfold here idk where to start 😭 but i just wanna say, it’s amazing how you’re so thorough in remembering those details in sn/sy bcos i honesty don’t have enough attention span to do that !!! sdjsj now while i can’t answer everything you mentioned, i can say a few things:

- akemi isn’t faking her pain, she’s truly struggling from it

- gojo doesn’t want kids outside of marriage (or should i say if not with yn), so he’s definitely careful with it.

- yes, it is indeed sy11 that birthed the sequel :’) i had that scene in mind before sn was even finished

[let-me-fill-you]

🌟💖✨ As following the giant cum belly ask you gave me and as a welcoming gift for your new blog:

I take you to some pregnancy yoga class, which you found a bit weird.

I’m not known to be the most athletic, not even in the slightest (unless you count the gymnastic moves I would make in bed). And you were well aware of my opinion of yoga; I thought yoga was a scam for relaxation.

But here we are, though.

I hooked us up with a class that catered to expecting parents to heavy duty multiples. We saw bellies filled with triplets to quads, quints and more. As you look around the room full of preggos, I whisper “Don’t I just blend in,”

I’m still not pregnant. The cum is still settling but no one else knows that. I entered in the class room, saying I was carrying decuplets, but definitely when I do get pregnant, it would be a much higher number than that.

The men and women in the room introduce themselves and each explain their pregnancies and stories. As a lady shares that she’s on her third pregnancy and is expecting her 4th, 5th, 6th and 7th kids, I sneer. A man whines about how swollen he feels and how absurd it feels to have so many babies in him, I whisper “That’s nothing.”.

As each and every one tells their stories and show off their “’tiny” bellies, I tease you with the prospect of how much larger I will get compared to all of them.

I may even get bigger than all of them combined, I allude.

Then, we start doing those darn yoga poses. All these pregnant people around you get put into that compromising pose – the downward dog. It’s unnatural for a lot of overweight bodies to be in and they stress this through groans. They were all wearing either tight leggings, shorts or pants that used to be baggy.

They all bend over, presenting their perfect asses to their partners and whoever peeping at them (so you).

My ass presses against you and I lead your hand down to my gut. “Enjoying this? Enjoying those little pipsqueaks?” I push myself closer into you. “Most of the bellies here are half term. Know how far along am I?”

I rubbed more into you, hoping to create some friction in your pants. Then, I notice that I feel …heavier.

I nearly choke. My back is crying. Gravity is now pulling me forwards. If you didn’t grab my hips, I just might have fallen down on my belly.

I look back at all the huge preggos in the class, particularly The ones you are already on the point of bursting, are probably full term and could no longer stretch bigger. My belly is matching most of theirs (and is a little bigger than some) but I’m just a few weeks pregnant. Or maybe even just a few seconds pregnant, I don’t know at yet.

“Honey, could you buy a pregnancy test? I think it’s finally happened.”

I feel my belly expand a bit more and my already skin-tight leotard get tighter. I hear it tearing. What I just got yesterday gives away to my fleshy legs and widening hips and swelling belly. The fabric gives up very loud. My ass suddenly becomes cold and I know it’s because it’s outside now.

The floor seems closer now. My tummy has gone past my knees within these seconds. Oh, and it hurts a little. I feel full. Really full. Fuck, so full.

“Baby, it’s happening so quick right now. Let’s get out of here before it becomes too out of hand.”

Your hands tightened around my hips and hold me in place.

“Hey! You wanted this belly right? You want to feel it and get to fucking me with it? Get me out of here and you can get some,”

I think my ridiculous pregnancy has finally began.

I would like to apologize for holding on to this for so long 😭 But it's good! This is a very good scenario.

I am weak for "Passing as pregnant when it's only cum" because it implies explosive growth down the road! Which is exactly what is happening here~ In public no less, right on que as if to embarrass you in front of all these people whom you mocked. tbh, although you raise a tempting offer of sex with your gravid body, the mortification you might feel as you explode in size in front of all these delicious preggos? That's just as sweet. Perhaps I want everyone to look on you with awe, shock, and lust~ Perhaps I want everyone to see how thoroughly I bred you, and put all the preggos' partners to shame. I am very curious to see how far you'll grow in the next few minutes~~