#i'm fine just not pregnant and being punished for it

[t3a-tan]

Silent But Friendly

A what-if story about what would happen if Oliver met borrower James wayyyy before they actually did

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They are in silence; though not the uncomfortable stuffy kind, rather a very peaceful quietness that surrounded the dinner table. His uncle worked late most weekends, and so that left Oliver and his aunt to eat alone on that Saturday afternoon.

It was macaroni and cheese tonight— one of Oliver's favourites. He even helped in the kitchen to chop the tomatoes and grate the cheese; aunt Charlie was 7 months pregnant after all and he wanted to do his best to help out.

As he finished his portion he placed his knife and fork together on the table before making eye contact with his aunt. She was eating slowly, mostly picking at the food. Her appetite seemed all over the place during the pregnancy; sometimes Oliver saw her eating lots of snacks, and other times he saw her throwing up from the tiniest bite.

He could see in her face that she was full, though she looked determined to finish the remaining bites. Catching his eye contact, she looked up and smiled tiredly. It was a warm and kind smile; like drinking a hot chocolate in front of the fireplace in the winter. Oliver soaked in that warmth whenever it was available, and right now was no different.

“Thanks for your help in the kitchen, love. It tastes brilliant.” She praised, before sighing as she finally set her fork down. She offered a sheepish grin in his direction. “I don't think I can fit any more... D’ja think you could go put the plates in the kitchen, poppet?”

A simple task really. Oliver didn't mind doing any of his chores or extra for his aunt and uncle— not after they had taken him in and been so kind to him. And sure, he missed his parents sometimes, but it felt much more gratifying to complete a task and receive praise rather than constantly fearing punishment as he had before.

Even if he looked at his mum wrong…he could just remember the look on her eyes. It was cold and distant; like being stranded out in a snowstorm, alone and lost. Resentful.

No…he much preferred living with his aunt and uncle, no matter how many times he woke up clutching his pillow and missing the way things used to be.

Oliver nodded silently, standing up and moving all the cutlery onto her plate before stacking her plate onto his own and lifting them both. He brought them closer to his centre so they'd be easier to carry and began walking towards the kitchen only to pause as his aunt spoke up again.

“Oh— and love? Just while you're up, d’ja think you could grab me a drink of water too?”

He turned back towards her, scanning her expression for a moment and seeing that once again there was nothing but geniality in her gaze. He offered a small smile in return and nodded again. She beamed, leaning on her hand as she looked up at him.

“You are a little sweetheart, you know that?” She praised once more. Oliver averted his eyes, though internally he was very pleased by the praise. He once again only nodded in return before entering the kitchen to go put the plates by the sink.

Next, he grabbed a glass from out of the cabinet and opened the tap, first testing it with his finger to make sure it was cold before holding the glass underneath. Once it was sufficiently full he turned the tap off and returned to the table, setting the glass down in front of his aunt.

She watched him enter with a fond gaze.

“Thanks, love.”

Picking up the glass she raised it to her lips and took a few sips before coughing. Oliver's expression turned to one of worry, his lips mouthing the question he wanted to ask although no sound came out. His hands moved too, signing alongside him.

‘Are you okay?’

She saw the gesture and waved a hand dismissively, nodding a few times, though she looked a bit pale still.

“I'm fine… I'm just gonna head to the bathroom, you stay down here, okay?” She stood up slowly, and Oliver could tell just by the slight winced in her expression that she was having a bout of nausea. He shuffled closer to help her up but she gently waved off his help.

“I'm okay, I promise. Why don't you get your comfies on and I'll come in to you later to read the next chapter of Magic Tree House, hm?”

Although more hesitantly than before, Oliver nodded slowly and watched as his aunt walked up the stairs. Once she had disappeared from view he glanced back towards the kitchen.

I don't think she'll be well enough to wash up… I can do it. I'll just leave things to dry since I can't reach the cupboards.

With that thought in mind he re-entered the kitchen and approached the sink, putting some dish liquid in the washing up bowl and starting to fill it up with warm water only to jolt when a sound caught his attention.

It was faint, he hardly heard it thanks to the sound of water on water, but he still heard it. A cry. Oliver turned the tap back off, glancing around and listening for it again.

Nothing.

As he looked around for any sign of what could have made the noise— or god knows it would bother him for the entire evening— he then noticed that the cylindrical tub of oats that sat beside the other cereal was…open. The lid wasn't off all the way, laying balanced and slightly ajar.

Oliver watched it silently for a few moments, wondering how exactly it had ended up that way. He had used the oats last when he ate porridge earlier in the week, so he knew that he had closed it once he was done using it. He even remembered looking at it this morning and never noticed anything off about the lid.

Unable to come up with a plausible theory, he sought to find answers as he approached the countertop the tub of oats was on, tilting his head ever so slightly.

Is it…a mouse..? Unafraid and full of curiosity his hands gripped the base of the tub and he tilted it towards himself to peer in through the opening, the lid clattering onto the counter as he did so. He expected just…oats. Maybe a mouse or a rat.

What he didn't expect was a pair of brown eyes staring up at him through a mop of messy long black hair. There, sprawled out and covered in oat dust, was a tiny boy.

Oliver stared silently— even if he wanted to speak he was at a loss for words, simply gazing down at the boy through his glasses, his mind blanching. He tilted the tub down more just so he could get a better look, listening to the little yelp that escaped the boy as more oats rolled over him.

The walls are much too high…he must have fallen in. He could be hurt.

With that in mind, Oliver smiled reassuringly, holding one of his hands out placatingly as a gesture of goodwill before using that same hand to reach into the tub, his vision now obscured as he blindly grabbed around for the tiny boy. He had held mice before— he imagined it was the same.

His fingers closed around a squirming form and he couldn't help but wince as they did— it was a weird feeling, to hold something so small that was undoubtedly alive. Once he was sure he was holding the boy securely he lifted his hand out of the tub and let it sit upright again as he brought the squirming rescuee to his eye level.

He realised that he had carried some oats with him and saw that the raven haired boy was still struggling away, kicking and fighting and losing energy by the second. Oliver noticed that one of his legs wasn't kicking very well, but it wasn't bleeding. He opened his mouth to ask, only for the words to catch in his throat again.

He knew he could speak, but he didn't like it. Whenever he did speak it was forced and he hated the way his voice made his head and ears feel. His aunt and uncle had promised him that he didn't need to force himself to speak and were teaching him British Sign Language…but he highly doubted this random boy knew it.

None of the kids at school did. None of the teachers. They all got frustrated with him and now Oliver made sure to keep to himself, as much as he wanted to raise his hand more.

Oliver lowered his hand slightly, offering another reassuring smile that was half a grimace at the same time. He waved slowly with his free hand, trying to get the boy to stop panicking so he could attempt communication.

As his other hand raised he caught how the tiny boy's gaze immediately focused on it, going stiff and staring up at him like he was a monster. Oliver didn't let that phase him; so long as he was able to communicate his intentions, he was sure they would calm down.

He kept a gentle smile on his face, moving slowly once he noticed how easily startled they were by his movements. He mouthed his question alongside his gestures, pointing at their leg and then tilting his head as he mouthed ‘is your leg hurt'?

They continued to stare owlishly up at him, trembling. Oliver's smile faltered slightly, concern in his eyes as he repeated the movements and mouthed his question again more emphatically.

“W-why aren't you talking..?”

The tiny boy's voice definitely held fear, but it was also slightly accusatory. Oliver was used to that second part— where people thought he was weird or creepy for not speaking. He was so used to it by now that it wasn't really upsetting, though it was hard to explain without words.

Oliver shrugged and mouthed ‘I don't like talking’. The boy squinted up at him, seemingly trying to figure out what he was trying to communicate.

“You…don't like talking? O-okay…” Oliver was surprised they didn't laugh or call him weird or just ignore him as many others did. That made him smile again as he repeated his previous gestures, still trying to ask about their leg.

“O-oh…my leg..? It's fine..! So…so you can just put me down and I'll go home, yeah?” Oliver heard the hint of uncertainty in their voice and he couldn't help but frown at the thought that they didn't think he would do that in the first place. He quickly realised that his frown could be taken the wrong way though and opted for a more neutral expression.

He lowered his hand again, this time so that it was flat against the counter, nodding his head in one direction as if he was shooing the boy off of his hand with his head alone. ‘Go on. I won't keep you’. He offered another smile for good measure.

The boy didn't move for a few moments, looking around at his fingers warily as if they would snap closed on him like a bear trap. Oliver simply held still, patiently waiting, despite his many questions.

Slowly they began to scoot towards the edge of his palm, and Oliver tried his best not to react to the ticklish sensation. He watched as they fully climbed off his hand and stood up before meeting his gaze again with trepidation.

“You…you're actually letting me go..?”

Oliver nodded, smiling again as he slowly moved his hand away and turned it back over so the palm was facing downwards. He placed his free hand over his heart to indicate sincerity.

They seemed to hesitate still, but took a cautious step back. As they put weight onto one of their ankles though they let out a hiss of pain, losing their balance as they suddenly pulled their weight off of that leg. Instinctively, Oliver's hand reached towards them, cupping as he caught them, looking down at them with concern.

‘You are hurt…’ He mouthed, although it was unreadable due to the way he was practically mumbling. Regardless, the boy wasn't looking at his mouth, instead they had wide eyes and were swivelling their head around to focus on Oliver's hand. He frowned worriedly, not wanting to scare them more than they clearly already were, but also not wanting to ignore someone who was injured.

He raised his other hand from the counter again and held out his palm, splaying his fingers out in a placating gesture and biting his lip when the boy flinched away from his hand’s shadow. He repeated the gesture again, trying to show that he meant no harm. All the while, his left hand remained cupped behind them, although it wasn't caging them in.

It took about five or six times of Oliver calmly repeating the same motion for the boy to calm down and notice that his fingers weren't closing in, and his right hand wasn't moving any closer. They looked up at Oliver, looking so small and vulnerable from this vantage point… I just want to help.

‘Your leg…’ He slowly pointed to the tiny leg again, then pointed towards himself, his hand instinctively flattening to sign help, only to remember his leading hand was currently cupped behind the boy. He rested his hand on the counter again instead.

‘I can help you.’ He mouthed. When the boy didn't seem to read his lips, Oliver simply repeated the most important word. ‘Help. I can help.’

There was a hint of understanding in the boy's gaze, but he was still clearly very frightened. Oliver tried to imagine seeing the world from his perspective, but it was hard to imagine…regardless, he thought he would be more curious when coming face to face with a giant unless he had reason to believe they meant him harm.

His green gaze danced around the counter in search of something else he could offer as a sign of good will. His gaze landed on the macaroni and cheese his aunt had left— and although it wasn't super hot anymore he could warm it up. Most of it was untouched after all, and he found the boy in the oats, so he was probably looking for food or something similar.

‘Wait.’ He held his hand out again, slowly moving his hand from behind the boy so that he was no longer supporting his weight. He then picked up his aunt's plate and walked to the microwave, covering it with a lid and putting it in for thirty seconds. He watched the timer go down, intending to stop it just before it would start beeping.

At one second he opened it, turning off the timer and pulling out the plate before carrying it back over to where he had left the boy. He was pleasantly surprised to see that they were still there, watching him with wariness…but also a hint of curiosity as Oliver set the plate down nearby.

Sliding it in the boy's direction he smiled, gesturing towards the plate.

“For…for me?” They asked, shocked by the offering of food. Oliver nodded. He watched as they limped closer to the plate and very nearly toppled over whilst climbing onto it. They crawled closer then sniffed at the food, before finally taking a piece of the warm macaroni into their hands.

Oliver winced at the mess but made no moves to stop the tiny boy, simply leaning on his hand as he watched the display.

They ate ravenously, making it clear how hungry they were as they only paused to announce how good it tasted; expressing shock over the fact that the food was warm. Eventually the boy grew full and he looked up at Oliver again, cheese covering his hands and face. Oliver couldn't help but let out a breathy chuckle, hushed and soft but no less amused.

The boy frowned up at him, little eyebrows contorted in frustration.

“H-hey! Nothing funny to see here..!” He protested. Oliver covered his mouth with his hand to stifle the laughter, cutting it off with a small cough as he was worried he might actually upset the tiny boy. That would be bad…he was trying to help him after all.

They continued to stare up at him, looking him up and down with a scrutinising chocolate brown gaze, seemingly debating something internally. Oliver was silent as usual, removing his hand that was covering his mouth and making his expression neutral again— though he couldn't hide the curious spark in his eyes.

“My name is James…” The boy murmured, but Oliver heard it.

He perked up, his hands already moving to spell his own name, mouthing ‘Oliver’ alongside it. His aunt and uncle just used the sign of an acorn as a nickname for him, but he didn't really introduce himself like that.

“Oliver…yeah I know.” James responded as if it was obvious, but Oliver tilted his head questioningly nonetheless.

‘You did?’

James hadn't read his lips but seemed to understand that he had let something slip he shouldn't have as he began to backtrack immediately, fear visible in his expression.

“I-I mean…it's not— I-I'm sorry…” He was back to trembling, shoulders hunched and posture stiff. Oliver's expression saddened and he leaned down slightly so he was more at eye level, offering a small reassuring smile and shaking his head lightly, hands gesturing alongside his lips moving.

‘It’s okay. It's okay. I'm not angry.’ He shook his head again to emphasise that fact. ‘You don't have to answer if you don't want to. I'll ask something else… like…’ He thought for a few moments before levelling with James again. ‘How old are you?’

There were a few beats of silence as the tiny boy continued to stay silent, but Oliver remained patient. Eventually he spoke up, albeit shakily.

“I-I'm um…I'm thirteen.” He answered, averting eye contact every now and then. Oliver knew that he was prone to staring or giving way too much eye contact so he looked away again for a moment, only looking back when he responded back.

‘I’m ten.’ He held up his hands, palms facing himself and fingers close together with his thumbs sticking out, before turning them around and splaying his fingers out. People usually understood the second gesture much more when Oliver tried to sign numbers.

“Ten?” The tiny boy clarified, and he nodded in turn. That seemed to make James perk up a bit himself, as if age was a matter of pride. “So…I-I'm older than you? You're just…so big. It’s weird…”

It's weird. Not I'm weird.

Oliver smiled.

‘I am big.’ He agreed, his hands continuing to sign as much as he knew his constant hand movements probably only confused James. Wanting to focus on more important matters again, Oliver pointed towards his leg. ‘Can I help fix your leg? It's hurt.’

“Oh, right… u-um… nothing is broken, I think I just landed weird. The pain is starting to go away a bit… But I can't stay out here— my dad’ll kill me if he catches me talking to you..!” He exclaimed, glancing around as if his dad might pop up from anywhere. Oliver couldn't help but glance around too, worry etching across his features.

‘Your dad would really do that? Is he mean to you?’ He signed quickly, his mind instantly flashing back to the many threats he had heard when he was younger from his own parents. Mostly his mother, but his father never stopped her.

James didn't seem able to read his lips that time thanks to how sporadic it was, but he could tell that Oliver was worried.

“N-not actually! I just…I'm exaggerating. He.. he will be worried about me, is all. He and my mum…” He corrected, confusion in his gaze as he looked up at him. Oliver let out a small sigh of relief and relaxed, calming down little by little.

An exaggeration. Right.

He nodded to show he understood, although he couldn't help the jittery feelings that remained buzzing under the surface, his hands withdrawing closer to his chest as he looked down at the tiny boy. ‘Okay… Do you want to clean yourself before you go, then?’

He reached over the counter and picked up a napkin before offering it forwards for James to use. The boy's face lit up in realisation and he glanced down at his cheese covered hands sheepishly before nodding and reaching out to take a corner.

“Thanks…” He spoke out as he wiped off his hands. He let go of the napkin and gave Oliver a confused look when he didn't withdraw. Letting out an amused exhale from his nose Oliver pointed at James then gestured to his face.

‘Your face is messy too.’

The boy's face went red with embarrassment and he took a clean part of the napkin to wipe the cheese from his face too. Once finished he let go again and held out his hands as if to say ta da, then shakily pushed himself to a stand.

At first it seemed like he might fall again, and Oliver's fingers twitched in anticipation…but it seemed the boy had been telling the truth that the injury was nothing serious and the pain was fading, as he was able to put more weight on it than before. Satisfied, he put the napkin in the bin before looking down at James again.

‘It was nice to meet you, James.’ He smiled, waving down at them. He waved back up at him, climbing off of the plate and walking backwards towards the…wall..? Oliver watched with confusion and interest, then awe as the tiny boy opened a hidden doorway into the wall. His eyes sparkled with wonder, although he only watched.

“I-it was nice to meet you too, surprisingly. Thanks again for not um..for not killing me.” The secret door then closed and left Oliver alone in the kitchen once more. He tilted his head, brows furrowing.

What an odd thing to say… Oh well. I hope his parents don't get angry at him because of me.

With that in mind, he stood up straight again and turned the tap back on to resume his washing up, playing the interaction in his head over and over again.

I hope we can be friends.

[whiskeyswifty]

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[beatrixstonehill2]

"Ughhhh, it happened again! I swear this is almost every time I go out these days, it's getting ridiculous! I was out running errands, about to get some coffee, when I took a moment to hold my belly and pant a bit. You know, normal contractions every girl carrying quintuplets gets like constantly. I'm only six months along! But I guess an ambulance parked nearby saw it and, well, you know the new laws. Basically pregnant girls are public property, and at least in my line of work (school teacher), I have to maintain a pregnant physique or I can get fined, even lose my job. Same with healthcare, food service, retail, hospitality.... Most jobs, honestly. Welcome to Georgia, I guess. Still happy I got transferred here a couple years ago but these laws are a bit out of hand.....

Speaking of which! The ambulance pulls up, two men come out. I try to stop them but they insist on testing me for signs of labor. I explain that I'm only six months and they tell me to be quiet so they can do their jobs. They remove my clothes with scissors and shoot me up with some kind of opioid that makes me really loopy and high. They take me to the hospital as the men take videos of me on their phones, spreading my legs, showing off my pussy, spreading it open under the guise of looking for how dilated I am. But they were literally playing with my pussy, rubbing it, sticking their fingers in with gloves, shoving instruments into it. At one point about seven different instruments were jammed into my pussy and I came, squirted all over. They got mad and told me if I act up like that they can't perform their jobs. I apologized for cumming.

They took me in and surprise-surprise, the ER was full of pregnant girls. Some were texting on their phones, shaking their heads as they got C-sections, filming themselves having it done, as others impatiently waited to be stitched up afterwards, grumbling about just wanting to go home and get knocked up again already. Aloof male nurses and physicians would pass them by and tell them not to be so impatient, that they were very busy...... mostly just probing and abusing cute pregnant girls.

They ran their 'tests'..... again, happened to me just a few days ago. So I'm used to it. They squeeze my tits and got 'milk samples'. I have to give them urine samples, over and over, as I piss with no privacy in a busy auditorium they used as an ER, full of girls like me, with various lines for either labor, forced C-sections, or general 'testing'. They of course gave me an enema, in a crowded room, complaining about the mess I was making as other girls were subjected to the same in one corner that was all tile with some showerheads. We were sprayed off and dried off as they had salon workers there doll us up before we were subjected to 'labor sensitivity testing'.

I tried explaining that I'm six months but they had ten different men with huge cocks fuck my pussy. A few even tried my ass, too, to see if I was susceptible to being induced. Nope. My womb can handle all the punishment Georgia can throw at it. I commute on public transportation, doesn't matter how pregnant I am, men try to fuck the babies out of me, like, every day. No luck! So, after that they told me I was OK'd to go home, as my babies weren't quite big enough for them to put me in the C-section area with all those other bored influencer girls.

So, with my hospital bracelet, purse, and jewelry as my only clothing, they spanked me on my way out the door of the hospital and told me not to be a stranger. I walked home naked, got fucked about ten times on the way back. I was even paid by a few guys who thought I was turning tricks. Guess I can add whore to my resume now. I even got fucked in line, paying for my coffee. The man behind me didn't say a word. I started paying and he just rammed his cock in me and started fucking me. Big fat nerdy guy, but his cock was big. Probably hasn't showered in a week. Instead of telling him to stop having his way with me, another cashier opened a different register, and they said nothing until he came inside me, spanked me, then smacked my belly a few times while climaxing. The cashier finally told me I was holding up the line after that, and I left, not before one of my neighbors fucked me as I checked our mailbox. He apologized afterword and told me I look incredibly sexy so pregnant. I thanked him and reminded him I'm only six months.... Now it's time for a shower. After that I might go back out. Who knows.... another ambulance might spot me. ❤️"

[indecisive-capricorn]

Headcanons to Dating Yandere Tom Riddle:

WARNINGS: MDNI! Yandere, stalking, implied dubcon, mentions of sex, violence, mentions of blood, mentions of breeding, mentions of wife, mentions of marriage, etc.

SUMMARY: A chance to experience what dating Tom Riddle is like, even when it's against your will to do just that.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, this headcanons leans more into dating Yandere Tom Riddle but technically, even without the yandere and dark part, he will do questionably dark things for his partner. I'm planning to make other headcanons that goes into details about that specific situation. For example, a "Headcanons to Dark Tom Riddle x Pregnant Wife Reader"

MASTERLIST & REQUESTS: Before you go, have a glass of wine or better yet, recommend a good bottle. any kind of message is always a delight.

It doesn't matter where you come from, alright? Although it's important for Tom to have an excellent muggle free reputation, Tom has his ways to make sure any history you have with muggles are erased. No one knows your precise history because of it either, but according to their Dark Lord, you were a witch from a fine family in France. While that might have been true, what they didn't know was how you were actually a rebel and fought against him for a time until he kidnapped you.

You left him with no choice! He was infatuated with you due to your strength and infamous beauty. Tom kept on sending you gifts, invitations to balls even and attempted to bait you to become Dumbledore's spy in order to get closer to you. However, you rejected all his gifts and invitations, burning them into the fireplace as soon as they arrived.

You were intelligent enough to know about his plan, but as evil and cruel as Tom was, he was also a genius.

When Tom kidnapped you, you had screamed all the curses in the world at him, refusing for him to even touch you. However, it silenced down when you saw several death eaters pointing their wands to the necks of your little sister and other family members.

You were a rebel and if Tom tried to take you with the threat of hurting your family, he knew you would continue to reject him. After all, actions speak louder than words, and as the death eaters began to torture your family, you finally got on your knees and pleaded for him to stop. Tom was more than pleased with your actions, but to ensure that you will stay true to your promise, he demanded a kiss from you, which you reluctantly gave in the form of a peck on the lips.

Though Tom had spared your family, he will make sure you never see them again. One way or another, no matter how many times you plead and beg to see them, he will rip you away from your family for the sole reason so that your focus would not waver from him. Yeah, he's that possessive of you.

Speaking of being possessive, Tom from the beginning of the relationship will always make sure you are covered in the finest silk and most rarest yet stunning jewellery. You might try to refuse them at first, but you don't quite get it. All of the fine dresses, luxurious clothes and expensive jewellery that he had picked out for you was also his way to tell others that you're his, that you're his possession. Try to refuse it and he will punish you.

There are various of punishments Tom can give you. It depends on what you have done that made him measure how severe the punishment should go, but it also depended on his mood. If Tom was only lightly jealous, he'll most likely just leave marks on you like hickeys and bruises. However, if Tom was severely jealous.. then prepare yourself. Tom had once fucked you in front of two of your old friends whom he had taken as prisoner as a way to humiliate you after you had tried to communicate with them in their cells. Just don't defy him, okay? It won't end up good for you.

Other than that though, Tom will take care of you. He feeds you well, pampers you and even shower you with affection from time to time, which you always try to refuse. Tom tries to spend some time with you whenever he has the time, even with the ongoing war. Tom doesn't usually allow you to be out of the manor, but with his company, he allows you to wander around the garden and as much as you hate his company, a bit of fresh air will certainly do you good after being stuck inside for a long time.

However, with all that, he expects you to do your duties as well. You both might not be married yet, but Tom already views you as his wife, the only thing lacking is a wedding ring between your fingers and a ceremony. It will happen sooner than later. But due to it, you became the lady of the manor is your job to make sure that everything was going well in your 'home', telling the servants on what they must do to keep the cleanliness of the house.

And oh, on that note, you're not able to ask for them to help you escape. You learnt that the hard way because the day after you had tried to ask them, all of their tongues had disappeared, unable to speak properly anymore.

Tom desires to flaunt you to the public after making your relationship with him 'official'. However, he will only start bringing you to balls after he was sure that you will behave and Tom might just make a potion to help with that. He considers it as one of the duties you have to perform as his partner. But oh my, you do look ravishing in that tight dress he picked out for you.

At times during the night, you found Tom rubbing your stomach, eyes full of desire, as he thought fondly of children. He had been unsure of starting a family before. Of course Tom needed an heir, but he didn't think he would ever find himself wanting more children until he met you. It didn't matter if you didn't want children. Sooner or later, before or after marriage, you will be swollen with his child. And what better way to ensure an heir than start now?

[dxvxx]

It's Exit Exam day and i'm exhausted.

The wannabe overdue acrobat in my belly kicking me for all his worth isn't helping either. I waddle out of my bathroom naked and dripping wet, not bothering with a towel, even the biggest ones stopped covering my body after the second trimester.

I rub my bump as i check my phone and send William a text reassuring him that i'm fine before i open my closet and rifle through it.

I gave up on wearing my maternity jeans a month ago, so i bypass those and pick out a pale beige sundress.

Grabbing it, i shuffle to the mirror to try to see if it would even fit me. Looking at me, you'd think i'm carrying twins with how big my bump had gotten.

I hear the faint sound of my apartment unlocking and smile when, soon after, my boyfriend strides into my bedroom, looking edible in his black slacks and black button-down shirt.

I rub my thighs, looking at his rolled up sleeves and veiny tattooed forearms.

"Babe," it comes out as a whine as i look up at him. Up, because William is a 6'5 "muscled giant of a man while i'm 5'3 and petite, or at least, i used to be petite. "I told you i'm okay." I murmur but lean back against him greedily as he hugs my naked body from behind. He lifts up the weight of my heavy belly off my hips, just the way i like, and i can't help the moan of relief that escapes. "Mmm.."

"Couldn't help myself," he rumbles, dragging his nose up my neck, right to one of my sensitive spots, breathing in my shampoo. I tilt my neck, giving him more access, letting out another soft moan as i feel myself get wet.

I rub the top of my bump just enjoying being near him, but i have to ask..."No- mhmm- one saw you, right?" Even though i know he's always careful.

William is a professor at my college. We met 2 years ago when i was in a class of his and we have been dating on the downlow ever since.

While i'm no longer a student of his, it's still frowned upon and could lead to serious trouble so we're keeping it quiet until i graduate next month.

That's why he moved me out of the dorms and is renting me an off-campus apartment near his house. Something he keeps grumbling about because 'you're not close enough.' I'm pretty sure if i let him have his way, we'd already have been married by now.

He doesn't respond as he trails kisses up and down my neck, nipping and sucking, leaving me breathless and squirming "Wiiiilll" i whine.

My libido has been in overdrive ever since i got pregnant at the end of summer and had increased even more in my last trimester. The barest of touches or even friction from my clothes has me panting like a bitch in heat.

Something William takes great delight in.

"Have i told you how gorgeous you are so full and heavy with my son?" He growls while leaving hickeys on my neck. He tells me every day. William has always been possessive and overprotective, but he had doubled down ever since i started showing.

He cups my bare pussy murmuring out a rough "mine" in my ear. I'm so wet i drip a bit on his hand as i look in the mirror.

It's a sight.

My belly heavy and round, with the skin a bit pink, overstretched and taut with William's tattooed arms wrapped around it.

My heavy breasts that have doubled in size are aching with my rosy nipples pebbled, begging to be touched.

William's hardened length is nestled against my naked ass cheeks.

It's all too much.

My hips roll trying to get something, anything, but he just cups it, giving me a warning squeeze i ignore. "Don't tease mmhm meeee." i half moan half whine. That earns me a slap on my pussy. The sting shoots up straight to my needy clit and i whimper "ooh fuckk."

Two of his thick fingers tease my entrance before he thrusts them home, using his thumb to rub my clit in slow agonizing lazy circles that have me bucking against his hand desperate for more but he keeps his fingers still.

I know what he's doing, punishing me for refusing to stay home this past week, when i officially reached my due date and passed it.

I get more desperate, rolling my hips harder, trying and failing to get him moving, to give me anything. He smirks in my neck, proud of himself, and i'm close to losing it, delirious with lust and need.

"William Ivan Carmichael, I swear to- Ooomph.." He takes out his dripping fingers and stuffs them into my mouth, effectively shutting up my threat.

Fine, two can play at this game, damn it.

I suck his fingers in, swirling my tongue around them like i do with his dick humming as i lick my juices off his skin. He thrusts them deeper down my throat, lazily pumping them before he pulls out and whirls me around. The movement makes my bump jiggle before he claims my mouth in a hungry kiss.

I'm panting and aching by the time he releases me. I don't have time to process or protest as he lets me go, slaps my ass, picks up the discarded dress off the floor, and flings it at me.

He adjusts himself in his pants and says in a rough voice, "Get dressed, you don't want to be late. I'll see you in the Exam hall."

And he... leaves. Just like that.

The Bastard.

I glare weakly after him and collapse on my bed then immediately regret it and moan "ooohh" At the feel of my sheets creating friction against my aching cunt.

I rub my bump restlessly and nibble my bottom lip. I could give myself an orgasm, could even use the toys in our expansive collection, but...it's not enough, it never is. Nothing comes even close to him, to his skilled, pierced dick and his wicked filthy mouth.

"Your daddy is gonna be the death of me" i whisper to our son before i heave myself up and off the bed with a soft grunt.

William doesn't get it. I want to finish my BSN nursing degree. I don't want and will not drop out or delay my diploma another year. That's just a waste of time and money.

I open my underwear drawer and pull out a lacy black set, then think for a bit and return the bra only pulling on the thong. Anything against my nipples right now will be torturous.

I sigh as i pull on the dress next and wince at how it looks in the mirror then try to make it less tantalizing. It used to fit me and reach just before my knees but with my bump...it barely reaches my thighs not to mention how much cleavage it's showing.

But...fuck it. I'm too horny and too pregnant and too tired to care much anymore.

I stuff my swollen feet in a pair of ballerina flats, fluff up my blonde hair a bit then grab my bag and keys. Making my way out of the door, i stop and rub my belly. It feels really uncomfortable today, hotter and tighter than it has all week.

With a sigh, i keep walking, although much slower, and lock the door before i start going down the stairs.

It doesn't matter. I just have to get through the three hours Exam while trying to ignore the urge to jump William right on top of the desk he's gonna be monitoring us from.

Then we'll come back here and i'll demand he fucks me six ways to Sunday then he'll punish me, in panty melting ways for using that tone with him then...

My horny thoughts stopped abruptly, and i let out a startled gasp, widening my legs. I rub both sides of my bump as the baby drops lower, applying pressure on my lower belly and my already aching pussy.

Well, Fuck.

(This is part 1. Let me know if you're interested in part 2, maybe 3.)

[weebsinstash]

hey, can I have more husband and wife family dynamics with thragg? maybe more about her pregnancy or the kids' childhood/baby time?

Sure can! It's been pretty fun writing about potential scenarios where this monstrous piece of shit can actually feel love. First and foremost I was watching a video on YouTube going over this scene again and uh Comic Readers KNOW How Fucked This Man Is. um, out of context vague spoilers but, I'm assuming people asking about Thragg have read the comics or are curious about the comics but like yall Need To Know how he treats the kids of his enemies

I feel like I need to share/remind people of this scene because like, this man can be kind of hard to pin down. He's from this loveless society that sees kindness as weakness and he's like King Dickhead but there are still times when he can be quite courteous, even apologetic, sarcastic, whatever. I think at the end of the day he's just a very selfish, explosive, emotionally impulsive man but revisiting this scene was a little surprising for me since I forgot he was even like, capable of "small kindnesses" like saying sorry or whatever. Like. Is him wiping her tears while smearing blood all over her face a well intentioned accident or is he like waging psychological warfare on this like, i think she's literally 5 years old. What is the purpose of him apologizing to a child for splashing blood of her family member on her when he intends to kill her or leave her for dead in front of her dying parents anyways. I'm still trying to get a feel on this man

THAT BEING SAID, moving on, we're talking about a yandere Thragg today and thankfully that comes with perks

- it's pretty obvious but like, you are his favorite mate and your children are his favorite children. I like to think of concepts with Reader being Ursaal and Onaan's mother or even the previously mentioned triplet idea with Mark being their sibling (otherwise I'd have to invent new characters and that doesn't, resonate the same, and I also really like Ursaal actually and I feel like there's some real story potential in Ursaal discovering more of her humanity through her mother's kindness and wanting to protect her mother from her father)

-can you imagine like. I still think about the idea where you're actually Nolan's mate but one day you mouth off to Thragg and he "puts you in your place" in front of Nolan as a punishment to you both and like a month later you find out you're pregnant and, I imagine abortions are only done on Viltrum if the fetus is too weak or defective, so you're forced to carry it and you and Nolan are lying that it's his and then one day Thragg just, passes by, sees your swelling tummy, takes one sniff of you, "it's mine" and demands a paternity test. And you'd think, "oh surely he'd just take the baby" which is what you'd prefer but, no it becomes a pretext for him to steal you from Nolan altogether

-you're fed incredibly nutrient dense, protein packed, ultimate pregnancy food because Thragg wants those babies as healthy as possible. Thragg has probably had other alien kids before but these are his first hybrid or nearly fully Viltrumite children and that makes them special. New dad Thragg holding up these little absolute mammoths of newborns with all their chunk and pudge and rolls and he's just so proud, "look at how robust these children are! Surely they have inherited my strength! Fine additions to the Viltrum Empire were born on this day" and you're like half awake in bed and he just, pets your hair

-ok just. Ok just picture it like. You're pregnant and upset and so stressed out because you didn't want to be Nolan's mate after he helped conquer Earth but at least you had known him and liked him initially. You're just constantly stressed out and angry and watching every single word you say around Thragg because you don't know him or what he's capable of, but I imagine a sort of scenario where he's taking you to the doctor and running tests and procedures and just, you know prenatal checkup stuff, but the doctors are all speaking to Thragg instead of you, you aren't even being told your own test results, and the two of you finally arrive back home and you just break down crying and kind of tear into him, "I'm sure YOU have had lots of kids before but I'VE never had a baby before and I don't know what to expect or what's going to happen or- or -" and you're just bawling because, it's not a lie you're scared. You're having a baby and you're gonna be a new mom and it's entirely against your will, out of your control, and that's incredibly stressful. And this becomes a moment where Thragg actually shows some humanity by sitting you down and discussing the doctors visit with you, and that's one of the first times the two of you actually have a civil, extended conversation

Thragg thinking he's so fucking big and tough and then he sees you this little fragile fleshy untrained civillian with the big teary boo hoo eyes with your shaking hands on your little belly as you cry about being scared about giving birth to his baby and he's just, "shit I DO have feelings" and immediately feels the overwhelming need to comfort you. He'll comfort you under the guise of "stress isn't good for the children" which is true but, it's him blanketing his own concern and masking it under an excuse

-I kind of feel like that hypothetical event would be like, a footnote in your relationship. He starts treating you differently, attentive in new ways, more... emotional ways. He'll stop by while he's working on a break or something to check on with you and the assigned caretakers he has guarding you (because the very second you're confirmed pregnant you have 24/7 security) and he'll awkwardly grunt out questions about, have you eaten yet, are you experiencing any pain today, any discomfort, any new symptoms. He'll check in with your guards/nannies privately about if there's anything you're doing that he needs to know about, give tou a nice husbandly shoulder touch and then (reluctantly) getting back to work

-to be blunt part of me questions if he even has sex to create children or if he uses something akin to IVF and I only say this because of the absolute ASSEMBLY LINE he sets up on Thraxia. Trust me though he beats the kitty up with you CONSTANTLY

-I actually think after giving birth is like the ONE time you're allowed any birth control because apparently if you have too many pregnancies in too close time frames it actually sucks the calcium out of your bones and can give you osteoarthritis and Thragg wants you healthy, "for more future children obviously" which is such a lie because let's say you have your miracle birth of giving him twins or triplets or whatever but you hemmorage and become infertile or whatever. Mf is STILL keeping you around. When you think about it he technically doesn't even need you to help raise his children, he has people for that, but he forces you to be part of the process anyways

- tbh I kind of like the idea of Thragg developing some weird fucking like complex where he discovers he feels comforted cuddling you, like man gets hit by oxytocin like a fucking freight train, and it becomes him literally being unable to sleep without you in his arms. You could be in a yelling screaming argument with this man and he suddenly like, just completely shuts you down, "ENOUGH!! I require rest and I won't tolerate anymore of your childish whining!" And you could be spitting mad at him and he's just, picking you up just physically picks you up and drags you to bed anyways. Hooks his arms around your waist as the big spoon and buries his face in your hair even as you spit insults about how you hope he kills himself

Like I think I've mentioned this idea with other characters before but imagine Thragg waking up on the middle of the night IMMEDIATELY PISSED because the bed beside him is cold and he finds you on the couch, on the couch, maybe even without blankets and visibly uncomfortable, because yeah he WILL wake you up to drag you back to bed with him.

- Thragg being this warrior who literally watched people be disembowled and tortured and conquered races but suddenly you're in labor and he's in the delivery room (he refuses to wait outside) watching you literally scream in pain and he just, takes your hand and tells you to squeeze, and that it'll be alright, and he sees you so vulnerable and scared and emotional and you're looking to him for some kind of help but he can't, even with all his strengths and feats he can't help you right now, however this pregnancy goes is up to fate and the doctors and he feels like an actual visceral HUMBLING sense of helplessness that just makes him, even more obsessively protective over you

- deadass if it becomes a "he can only save one: you or the children" life-threatening pregnancy scenario, he chooses you. Says you can always try again but even if you wind up infertile and "useless" to him, he's too attached to you at this point, it doesn't matter if you "don't serve a function" or whatever bullshit Viltrumite mindset he may have had with previous mates before. You're different to him, and you're making HIM different as a person

- You're just half alive on the couch because Giving Birth is Hard and here's Thragg doing shit like personally bringing you water, feeling your forehead for any fever, monitoring your condition, aggressively interrogating your guards for extra info, sitting beside you with your babies in his arms. He lets you rest after giving birth and nearly bends over backwards

- I feel like at some point you're forced to accept a lot of real fucked up stuff and especially if you are a hybrid Vultrimite yourself and thus will be with Thragg for, basically forever, like some real "mate, do you have any cravings today. What do the children require" "ummm... at the ceremony last month, there was that... blue, little.... crab thing?" "A Florkian. They are incredibly rare" "oh... I'm sorry, I didn't know-" " -and since I observed that you were fond of the taste when you were consuming them, I went ahead and conquered their homeworld and farms have been established. I can have the slaves prepare a dish for you right away" "oh, thank you, ive been craving it ever since i ate it but i didnt want to bother by asking 🥰" "as your mate it is my duty to provide for you. Do not keep any of your desires from me"

- your children are getting trained as soldiers the second they develop powers and that's something you'll have to get used to. If your little babies get their powers at 5, they're still learning combat, getting knocked around, near beaten, "toughened up". Thragg will conceal the full extent of how they're treated from you because the way he sees it, you weren't raised on Viltrum and you're simply ignorant of their culture. He doesn't need you to accept how things are. Your kids will come home with black eyes and bruises and bloodied noses and he'll growl at you not to make them too soft as you weep over Ursaal missing a chunk of her hair because an opponent grabbed her by it and she had to break away and some was ripped out at her scalp, like. The psychological damage of asking your small child how their day with their father went, "it was excellent mother, I made my first kill!!" And then gleefully describing to you in detail how while their father was fighting an enemy soldier, the soldiers child attacked yours, and, your baby killed another kid. Like. That's the sort of thing you have to be raised with to block out of your heart. Going to hug your child who may not even be 10 years old and they have literal blood on their hands

-personal headcanon but also semi canon but I imagine Ursaal is the most competent of your twins and is Thragg's favorite. She just has a better tactical mind on her shoulders and isn't, uh. As horribly sadistically violent as Onaan. Like say your kids become platonic yandere or whatever, or, you have your own kids with thragg and the twins are separate but still attached to you. Onaan is the kid you find killing cats because he's jealous they get more attention than him while Ursaal is like, giving her father incredibly detailed reports and her own insight into what you've been up to, how you're feelings, things you say and do when Thragg isn't around

-so I know y'all see that image I posted with Thragg and his twins. I tried to censor, The Cape last time but I realized like, even with censoring the head it's still super obvious who that is, there's only one white furred creature in this entire show. I imagine after Thragg gets his Beast Drip that, once Throkk's daughter comes for revenge, she is also slaughtered, and her pelt becomes YOUR cape. Or maybe Thragg offhandedly mentions to you that BB Jr has vowed vengeance and you're casually flipping through a book, "is she as strong as her father, like if you had to rate it 1 to 10 with her father being 10 and 1 being a human. If the daughter is at about a 7 or below, Ursaal should be able to handle her, get herself a nice coat to match her father" and Thragg feels this warmth in his chest to hear you're actually observant of his/your children and their prowess, especially to hear you praise Ursaal in such a uh violent context, just casually suggesting his daughter could turn another sentient humanoid creature into a pelt to wear. This is another example of "living the viltrum life will eventually dehumanize you and rob you of certain empathies"

- I don't think you would actually have a title but could you imagine if Thragg decides you're like, officially his true mate, like the mate above all others, like you're the Empress in his little harem of concubines and ladies in waiting. I hc that your official title is something like Grand Duchess or perhaps if this is the twin/triplet scenario something more vaguely historical sounding like The High Mother or Regent Mother or, you get the point

-I still think "Reader turns out to be an incredibly late blooming hybrid" is a neat concept but I also don't know how they would miss that since during your pregnancy and all you're receiving medical care out the ass but like. Thragg personally training both you and the children as a family. Would be kind of humiliating honestly because it's kind of vaguely implied you should learn things before the kids do and if you struggle, here's Thragg, telling his kids in private they have to protect you and keep an eye on you and report any problems back to him

- thragg would definitely be training you in hand to hand but suddenly finds he can't bear hitting you in the face or hitting you at a certain strength. Like. Absolutely 100% you're gonna have a lot of scenarios where you're brawling or wrestling and he pins you and it swiftly transitions to you getting rawdogged from your high on adrenaline husband. Tbh that sex would probably be his favorite, where he has to defeat you in combat and then rewards himself. Can probably border from hatesex to consensual to noncon, not that he has a problem doing THAT to you either

- probably has portraits done of you and him. Idk do you think Viltrum has like enough art culture for portraits to be a thing? Most fascist tyrants have portraits. He would have several done: you and him, just you, you while pregnant, him and you while pregnant, you holding your babies, you and him holding your babies, and family shots as they grow up. Say you conquer a planet together as a family and one day you're revisiting and there's some sort of museum set up amd you find like a wall length portrait of, you and your children soaked in blood tearing carnage through the fire and flames and Thragg is beside you just nodding in approval, "they captured your image rather well"

- goooooddddd imagine you're just a normal human and you progressively start showing signs of aging. You start getting more wrinkles. Your body starts working in different ways, popping, cracking, aching. Onaan, Ursaal, and Thragg all notice and they're like FREAKING OUT HONESTLY. The children don't want to accept that their mother is actually going to be a speck on the timeline of their entire lifespans. Thragg doesn't want to accept that he has to let you go and you're never coming back. They all become obsessed with finding ways to keep you young, keep you alive, fuck it they'll clone you and transfer your consciousness into a new body if they have to! This is comic book world and these are obsessed aliens and they have OPTIONS

- something something "what if Reader isn't a viltrumite hybrid but is still like super-powered or a mutant or whatever and this isn't revealed until you like are fatally injured or even DIE die and suddenly you, pop back up". Cause I feel like this "close call" would drive any yandere literally insane because, what if there's no second chance, what just happened, can you still die, they can never never never never never allow you to get hurt ever ever ever again

Thragg just walks into the kitchen and you have the stove top red hot and you've just got your palm resting on it and you look to him kind of just shocked, all, "look... nothing happens... I just feel some of the warmth" and Thragg just puts his fist through your oven anyways, "you could've gotten hurt" and immediately picking you up and carrying you to some sort of perceived "safer place"

- this is like a specific scenario but like, can you imagine as a mom you like to brush and comb Ursaal's hair and you idly suggest she could always grow it out more and you could help braid it and things, but once it starts getting longer Thragg objects and says it could get grabbed during a fight and orders her to cut it but you step in and say she shouldnt have to, it's HER hair, and you two get into it, and one day Ursaal is brought home by her father and he's all but shaved her head after she had actually grown it out to a decent length. You and Thragg are at odds over how to treat rhe children and Ursaal begins to realize that many of the restrictions her father instills on her are because of a way of life she may not fully agree with, a life filled with violence and bloodshed with no room for love or kindness or creativity. She probably helps you from going over the edge too, honestly. If anything else through this life with Thragg, in your darkest places you may still find yourself thinking you have to keep going to try and help your children

- with others, Thragg is the kind of yandere where he's standing in the same room as you and you're both doing completely different things and he suddenly says, "so I noticed during the meeting that your eyes kept lingering on my mate" and without further warning he's beating up someone on the accusation they were lusting for his wife, no discussion, just fists , and he'll do shit like this a lot to the point people don't feel comfortable being around you and you're just further socially isolated

- I feel like Thragg would have some weird like fondness slash fetish for watching you breastfeed. Like, awww here's his cute little wife with his chubby little babies and you're giving them their nice milk, what a good mom, providing for the babies he put in your belly ❤️ part of me is convinced if you're a viltrumite or hybrid or whatever that you uh. Eventually wind up with a lot of babies. A LOT of babies. Do you think he would want a specific amount or its just vibes. Like you're over 300 years old and you've already got 50 kids with him but he sees you teaching one of your youngest sons how to throw a punch and suddenly he wants another

- all I'm saying is if he ever catches you self harming or attempting to hurt yourself he's gonna have a real extreme reaction. Like he finds you cutting yourself with a broken glass and you're immediately restrained and taken to a hospital, completely stripped, inspected for other wounds, and if there are any and especially a lengthy history of them, you're in such trouble. But I also think it would be extremely difficult to hide this from him since as time goes on you two are constantly having sex or he's inviting himself into your shower to bathe with you. You accidentally bang your arm on a counter or something and get a tiny bruise, this man will know about it and wants a detailed report on where it came from

- even when you guys aren't super familiar with each other and you've "just met" he's already protective and all that. Like you've just been brought into his home and you barely even know him still and he may even act mean and angry to you and then one day he sees you have a large bruise on your arm, "what is this?" ".... it's nothing, Grand Regent" "I asked you a question and you'll answer me: where did this come from" "... I spoke out of turn with one of your advisors and turned to leave without permission, Grand Regent" "And so they grabbed you?" "Yes Grand Regent" "who" "it was my fault, I-" "WHO" and the second you give a name or description he's wordlessly leaving the room and shows up again HOURS later with visible blood on him, "it has been handled. You are not to be harmed or punished without my permission or instruction"

- in some scenario where you leave the kids behind and try to run away, like... he isn't just gonna throw up his hands, "well I already got children out of her, she has served her purpose" and leave you the fuck alone. If anything this man would track you down just to tell you off for having the fucking nerve to disobey and defy him! I can picture an actively captured wife where you are constantly kept on some kind of restraint or have a bracelet or collar or even a LEAD THAT HE HOLDS and you're IMPRISONED rather than "I'm being monitored but otherwise I have my own agency". Thragg will make himself a throne that you can be chained to if he has to. He'll have restraints made that are decorative and complimentary of your features. Imagine he's making some sort of public appearance and while he's speaking he's got an arm around your waist and you're pulled up against him and meanwhile you've got. A bar gag and cannot speak

- really, truly, in a way, you become a symbol, but one of all different kinds. There are Viltrumites who see how their mighty Grand Regent treats his mate and they are viscerally disgusted (Kregg and Lucan comes to mind), like people who really start to question the society they are living in, questioning if it really must be so selfish and devoid of empathy, questioning if they really want to keep living this way and for their children and their children's children to live like this. Then there are others who see the way the Grand Regent controls his mate and see its as a sign of strength and permission to treat their own mates the same.

Mostly, though... the only thing that will take you away from Thragg is death. Until the day one of you dies, you're stuck with him, and there's basically no one around who's stronger than he is, period. You might as well cozy up and get friendly with your new husband, since you're going to be together for a long time and spend lots, and lots, and LOTS of time together ❤️

[suiana]

So need dad and house husband know each other? Does that mean yandere nerd father potential 👀

NO WAY ANON TGATS AN AMAZUNG IDEA and yes, nerd's father and househusband know each other

✎ yandere! government official headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― obsessiveness, possessiveness, baby trapping, dilf etc.

(afab! reader x male yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! government official who was your high school sweetheart. how could you not fall for him? charming, tall, handsome, smart... he was the whole package! he was perfect. everyone wanted him, even you. and unfortunately, he wanted you too. you caught his eye and you had to pay the price.

✎ yandere! government official who made you feel like you were living the highschool dream. going on romantic dates, cheering for him during his competitions...you really did live the dream life. until your boyfriend messed up.

✎ yandere! government official who accidentally let slip to you about what his future career would be. what? how could he do such a thing?! no way, you had to leave-

✎ yandere! government official who wouldn't let you leave. no, you couldn't leave. YOU WON'T LEAVE. you took his heart and you had to pay the consequences. besides, if you left he would have to kill you for you knew too much. we dont want you dead now do we?

✎ yandere! government official who reveals his obsessive and possessive nature after you found out about his future career. no...it's not that he revealed it, it's that you finally noticed it. you opened your eyes and realised that he wasn't as perfect as you thought he was.

✎ yandere! government official who manipulates everyone close to you as if they were just mere pawns on a chess board. of course everything was fine in your relationship with him! why would anything be wrong?

✎ yandere! government official who graduates with you by his side. his lovely sweetheart...his everything...you'll stay with him, won't you? you don't have a choice, you WILL stay.

✎ yandere! government official who marries you the second he finishes university. honestly, he wanted to marry you right after the two of you graduated high school but his father advised him not to. he was actually really depressed for a period of time because of that haha!

✎ yandere! government official who brings up starting a family. you'll agree, won't you? after all, he needs a successor and he'd rather it be genetically his and yours. and yes, this is yet another way to keep you with him.

✎ yandere! government official who's extra soft and sweet when you're pregnant. it's honestly scary how this...this monster can change personalities so easily.

✎ yandere! government official who laughs at your attempt to teach your child to not turn out like him. oh darling, he should've told you that being insane runs in the family! did you know that his mother also tried to stop him from turning out like his father? look what happened! it really is a vicious cycle that can't be stopped, huh?

✎ yandere! government official who installs cameras all over your mansion, hires the best of guards and always has someone watching you when he's at work. don't try anything funny sweetheart, you wouldn't want to get punished now would you?

✎ yandere! government official who always treats you just like he did in the honeymoon stages of your relationship, just with more insanity, possessiveness and obsession now that you're married to him.

✎ yandere! government official who feels content with his life. his beautiful sweetheart, a cute little child who will succeed him, and obedient house staff. what more could he ask for? oh he can't wait to see the darling his son will bring home!

✎ "sweetheart, I'm home~"

[milkygothgf]

Such a disgusting pervert for staring at your own coworker while she's pregnant. She is in a vulnerable state and is in need of support from as many people around her as possible, and all you can think about are her plump, swollen baby bump and her bulbous, milky tits. You have no idea how she's feeling right now.

But maybe you should.

You need to be punished, to be put in her shoes.

*I* am going to breed you every day until your tits are swollen and leaking, and your belly is round and massive. Months of nothing but having your eggs smothered in gallons of rich, fertile baby batter. Then, once you're showing so much that it's impossible to hide, I'm going to make you feel how humiliating it is to have people stare at you so much when you're pregnant, except I'm going to make it so much worse for you.

Cow print leggings that squeeze your swollen thighs. Completely topless save for a jangling bell around your neck and a cow print bikini top that has been roughly pulled open to expose your gorgeous udders. A beautiful cow ear headband with big, floppy ears - [you know the one I'm thinking of, yes, that one]. A pretty ring gag to keep you from speaking, to make you drool lots and lots, but nothing in the way to keep people from hearing your embarassing "moos." A long black and white tail plug ending in a cute fuzzy tuft. Binding leather mitts that completely remove the functionality of your hands and six inch black and white platform heels - or perhaps I should call them your "hooves." Electric breast pumps, afixed to each of your fat, leaky udders like spigots. Half a dozen pink rubber vibrators on their highest setting stuffed cruelly up into your thick, dripping cow cunt.

And, of course, a lead.

I'd drag you into your workplace and apologize to your pregnant coworker on your behalf, assure her that you are being punished thoroughly for your perversion. Perhaps I'd even offer to let her punish you herself for a while. I would be carrying a cattle prod and a riding crop with me, of course, so she could whip you and shock you and make you jolt and shake and scream and moo lots and lots as revenge for being such a nasty perv. Then, merciful, patient, and kind woman that she almost certainly is, she would let you off easy.

I, on the other hand, would not be so sweet.

I would parade you through town, handing out the milk being pumped out of you to strangers and letting them grope and ogle and punish you as much as they want. Before too long, I'm sure - perhaps even before we left your workplace - you would begin to hurt from being in those platforms, lugging around your swollen body, and losing your balance. Without even a prompt from me, you would start crawling around on all fours like the cow you are. Your udders would bounce and swing so low that the spigots on your pretty fat nipples would scrape across the ground. You would leave a trail of drool and discharge everywhere we went. You'd be trembling constantly, orgasming every couple of minutes all day until you were so sore you couldn't take it. You'd be in less pain than you expect, but only because you're so numb from all the shocks, you feel like your brain is going dumb.

And it must be, because...

No way.

This was a punishment.

You shouldn't he *enjoying* this.

Wow... truly a new low.

You love being a pregnant free-use masochist milk cow.

If that's how you're going to be, then fine.

I'll just punish you by ruining your existence and making it impossible for you to go back to a normal life.

I'll break you.

Make you a proper hucow.

You'll be wracked with orgasms just from someone looking at your tits.

You'll leak from your nipples *constantly.*

Every time you cum will be a wet, messy fountain.

Going anywhere, doing anything, without your ears, tail, and cow print, will leave you with such crippling dysphoria that you'll do nothing but cry and beg me to put them on you. And once I do, you'll be so thankful.

Every time after your pregnancy term is over, you'll crawl back to me and beg me to breed you again so you can have your pretty tummy and beautiful udders back.

I'd make you get a "MILK ME" tattoo on your chest and a "BREED ME" tattoo over your womb.

And every night, I'll break you in more. Shock you, spank you, hypnotize you, annihilate your brain cells en masse, and rewrite them according to my vision.

Cow will be your whole identity.

Until then, why don't you go ahead start the process early?

Go "moo."

Right now. You can do it.

Moo.

Moooo... I didn't mean to be a pervert 🥺 It's not my fault her noticeably larger tits make me jealous. Or her baby bump that just dropped so she's really showing. It just makes me want it so bad... Mooooo..... But I didn't mean like that 🥺 I understand though. I deserve to be punished for that. Moooooooo..... I'm being a gross creep and I deserve to see how it feels however you see fit. And honestly, so long as I'm pregnant moooooo... and constantly leaky,,,,,how bad can it be really? How bad can it really be being a pregnancy free-use masochist milk cow..? It's what I wanted right..? Moooooo....

[creweemmaeec11]

Skimming off the top

"Relax, I'm not about to chop your head off," the villain mused, rounding their desk to instead lean back against it. They eyed the henchmen in the chair before them, "But I know you've been skimming money off the top. Don't dig yourself a deeper hole by denying it. Just tell me why,"

Despite the villain's calm demeanour and even reassurance, henchman was undoubtedly shaking. He knew this had been a bad idea. He was about to pay for it.

"I... I needed the money-"

"For *what*?" The villain pressed.

"My... my wife she-"

"Diana? Is she alright?"

Henchman was shocked his boss even remembered her name, but he forced himself to press on, "no, or- yes- well, kind of? She uh, she's pregnant,"

"That's amazing news," the villain replied. They sounded genuinely happy, "Are you worried about not having enough to properly start a family? You could have spoken to me about a raise,"

"No no! It's, well, there have been some complications in her pregnancy. The pressure ruptured her appendix-"

"My god, is she okay!?" Villain gasped in horror.

"Yes! Yes she and the baby are fine, but the surgery was expensive so I'd been skimming to try and pay it off,"

Villain sighed, "why didn't you just tell me in the first place?" They asked. They seemed genuinely confused.

"I- what?" Henchman stammered.

The villain rounded the desk again, sitting back down on their chair, "how much more do you need to pay it off? My calculations tell me you've skimmed about $2000 already, correct?"

"I- yes, sir. I still need $6000," he replied. What was happening here?

Suddenly villain pulled out a chequebook, "Don't get me wrong, you're still in trouble for skimming behind my back. I'm no tyrant, if you need money desperately like this, just come to me next time. We are grown-ups; we can work something out. For now, we can take it off your paychecks until it's been repaid, once this has been settled," villain explained, before standing back up and handing over a check signed for $6000. "Let me know if you need any more, okay?"

Henchman was stunned, "I- I- yes- yes sir- I- thank you-"

"You're welcome," the villain nodded, "That being said. I don't want to see you skimming again. Got it?"

"Absolutely sir, it will never happen again,"

"Good," Villain nodded, sitting back down into their large office chair, "now go home,"

The henchman's eyes widened, "but I thought I wasn't getting fired!"

"You're not," villain smiled, "but your pregnant wife just had surgery. You're on mandatory leave until her doctor clears her health, got it?"

The worker's eyes widened even more, "I- yes, yes sir. Thank you so much,"

The villain nodded, looking down at their desk again, scribbling something else on a different paper. After a moment, they glanced up to see the henchman hadn't moved. They raised an eyebrow as if to say "why are you still here?"

It was because the worker felt like he couldn't leave. He had expected such punishment, but this was...

He forced his legs to stand and walked out, heading straight home. His wife would be thrilled.

[branwendaughterofllyr]

maris fic????? im soo curious about it👀

Evidently the people want to know about Maris. So to be clear, I currently have no plans to post any Maris fic, it was just one of the ideas I was playing with before I ended up writing a poison tree. I don't think I even have the draft anymore, and all I can remember about it is the line "Maris was not the prettiest of her sisters. Which was fine, for she certainly was the cleverest." I believe it was an Aemond/Maris fic, with a focus on the Four Storms.

I actually think the Four Storms get a bad rap in the fandom, considering three out of four of them ended miserably, and we don't know what happened to the other one.

And there's a very telling detail, I think, that most people miss when it comes to Elenda Caron and her daughters.

Lady Elenda Baratheon, the widow of Storm’s End, also took a new husband that year. With Lord Borros dead and Royce an infant, Dornish incursions into the stormlands had grown more numerous, and the outlaws of the kingswood were proving troublesome. The widow felt the need of a man’s strong hand to keep the peace. She chose Ser Steffon Connington, second son of the Lord of Griffin’s Roost. Though twenty years younger than Lady Elenda, Connington had proved his valor during Lord Borros’s campaign against the Vulture King, and was said to be as fierce as he was handsome.

And I honestly think this hints at something darker about the way that Lady Elenda unloaded all of her daughters off, either as septas or wives, since her new husband would have been closer in age to her unmarried daughters. Maris joins the Silent Sisters for unknown reasons, and while it probably is just a rumor her tongue was cut out, considering that her sisters also ended pretty miserably and she was partially blamed for Aemond losing his temper and killing Luke, I am side-eyeing it.

And I also think that Cassandra gets a bad rap, as well, despite her being in pretty uncomfortable straits after the Dance. Casssandra is likely around twenty (based off of Floris' age) and unmarried, no longer the heir to Storm's End because of her new brother, has lost her chances to be princess and then queen, and now a large chunk of the eligible men have died during the recent Civil War. And I don't think she was the one who killed Jaehaera, and I think that all of the above issues made her a great target for possibly being framed in the matter of the poisoning. Or if she was actually involved, she was likely an easy mark for manipulation (and considering that Tessario was an Unwin Peake appointment.....). And her punishment being to get married off to an old man with a bunch of children, while her mother declares it will stop her plotting..... Idk, maybe you should have been more on top of things, Elenda!

And then we finally have Floris getting married off to a man old enough to be her grandfather at age 14/15, who had SEVEN sons from two prior marriages but still gets her pregnant almost immediately, leading to her dying in childbirth at only 16. I don't care how sad Thaddeus Rowan was anout his teen bride dying with his twentieth kid, you can't make me like him!!!!!!

The Four Storms are really canon OCs to me, so I'm more than a little disappointed how slept on they are, and I think Maris and Cassandra are the real standouts here.

[britswriting]

Odd One Out! | Quadruple The Love H.S

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"Babe, your leg is shaking" Harry hummed, placing his hand on my knee, our skin contact making a warmth spread across my body.

"Sorry. I'm just nervous" I confessed, being mindful about my physical signs of my over- flowering anxiety.

Every hospital appointment I'm convinced I'm going to send Harry's blood pressure through the roof due to my outrageous anxiety. I couldn't help but be a bundle of nerves as far as three to four days leading up to our hospital appointments; the physical reactions only getting worse the closer we got.

I was petrified that something was going to go wrong. That one of the babies wasn't gong to be okay, or that I was doing something wrong. 

Due to being a high risk pregnancy, It feels like I've been living at the hospital the past few months. Countless tests, exams and fetal monitoring made me feel like A: Something was wrong with me. B: Something was wrong with my babies or C: I was some sort of science experiment.

"Y/N Styles?" I heard Harry offering me his hands, allowing me to grasp them so he could help me up out of the chair.

Harry offered me a comforting soft smile whilst I got my weight checked, refusing to look at whatever offensive number it was going to read.

You're carrying four babies Y/N, you're going to gain a lot of weight. I have to remind myself, Harry's hand lacing between mine as we walked down the hospital room corridor.

"Do you want to do the blood work test to learn the sexes of the babies?" The nurse asked, my eyes widening as I looked over at Harry; his expression mirroring my own.

"Up to you baby, I'm fine either way" Harry said, his thumb offering a comforting rub against my knuckles.

Do I want to know the sexes?

"How uh, how does that work? — With multiples, I mean" I asked, all new kinds of nerves creeping up on the back of my neck.

"Well, we'd be looking for a Y chromosome. Female DNA is an X chromosome, so if a Y shows up in the bloodwork, that tells us you're pregnant with a boy. If a Y doesn't show up, we'd make the assumption all the babies are female. Now, for multiples.. it would really only tell us that at least one of them are boys. We can look and see if we can find out through ultrasound but with there being so many, I have no promises of us learning today" He explained and I nodded slowly, chewing a hole into my lip as my hands were folded against my stomach.  

"Can I think about it?" I quietly asked, the nurse nodding.

We went through the routine questions before he left and an ultrasound technician came in, offering a happy smile.

"Mr. and Mrs. Styles. Happy to see you again" glanced between Harry and I before turning on the machine and grabbing the gel. "We're just going to be checking that everything is going smoothly. Pretty routine at this point" She stated, myself nodding as I braced for the cold liquid to touch my warm skin.

Once again, our eyes were locked on the screen that displayed each one of our baby's, one by one as the heartbeats played through the speakers.

"They're got some strong heartbeats" She smiled, pride smothering me.

"You're already raising such strong kids, my love. Knew you'd be a wonderful mother" Harry's warm lips pressed against my temple, offering another form of comfort to me.

"Baby A had ten toes" She announced, my head jerking away from Harry back to the screen, watching her count their little fingers. "Appears 10 fingers. Their hand is in a little fist" She giggled, my hand so desperately wanting to reach towards the screen and brush their delicate little fingers.

Staring at your baby and not being able to touch it felt like a cruel punishment.

"Do you want me to look for a gender and tell you?" She asked, turning the screen back towards her.

Do I?

I looked back over at Harry who always seemed to get lost in his own little world at these appointments.

"Do we want to know?" I asked, my hand wrapping around his forearm, gaining his attention.

Harry looked down at me, his eyes glistening under the low light, showing me they were full of tears as his soft smile made his dimply just barely pop.

I watched him swallow before speaking up, "Up to you, love"

I sighed.

Fuck it.

"Can uh, you just write them down if you can see, and we can decide later?"

The silence was excruciating. The second I saw her pick up a pen, my heart started racing.

Oh my god

I looked back at Harry, a tear rolling down his cheek, melting and breaking my heart all at the same time.

"Babe, why are you crying? I thought I was the hormonal one" I joked, the tips of my fingers brushing against his calloused fingertips. 

"I'm sorry-" he started, my words quickly interrupting him.

"You don't have to apologize for being emotional, baby"

"I know, I know" He sighed, "I'm just.. embarrassed, I guessed" he bashfully admitted, his hand wiping away the evidence of his hardened exterior cracking. "I can't help but feel these emotions overwhelm me" He started before going radio silent, igniting a wildfire of worry through my chest.

Was he regretting this? Did he not want four babies? I mean, who wants four babies at once..

"Can you let me into your head, please?" I asked softly, no longer focusing on the ultrasound tech, Harry nodding.

"I um, just looking at that screen.. seeing their little bodies on the screen and knowing they're inside of your stomach is just... getting to me I guess. I can't help but think about all those times we stayed at the negative pregnancy tests, and now here we are, with not just one, but four babies. I'm fucking terrified for the late night feeds and trying to potty train them all; but I'm so fucking excited too. I mean, you were told you couldn't have kids, Y/N. That shattered your entire world, and now... now we have four healthy babies. Four of them Y/N"

"Not to interrupt, but I know two of the genders. I couldn't see the other two. The positionings were awkward and one of their legs was squeezed shut. I have them on this piece of paper what baby C and D are" 

"You know?" Harry asked, the tech nodding. "Babe, someone on this earth knows what we're about to be parents to" Harry looked over at me, his face unreadable.

"If you want to know, you can. You just can't tell me" I chuckle, Harry's lips rolling in thought.

"Baby, you know I suck at keeping secrets!" He groaned, "I'm going to want to start buying things immediately"

"Well, I mean, we're having four babies. What's the chance of them all being girls or boys?" I noted, thinking we got a 50/50 shot of at least one of them being different sex from the other. "We could do a cute sex reveal?" I suggested, "Nothing big. Maybe like.. the balloons in a box in our house or like the cupcake ones? Then we could find out together" 

With the envelope and scans in hand (Including the gender reveal scans in the envelope) Harry and I left the Hospital, fingers intertwined and smiles on our face the entire drive home.

"I can't believe our future is sitting in the envelope and it's just sitting on the counter" Harry huffed, his eyes locked on it.

"Do you want to just look at it?" I asked, twisting off the cap of my water bottle. "We both suck at keeping secrets, so if we look at it, you know we're going to want to tell everyone" I reminded; Harry groaning, his head tossed back like a defiant child.

"I think I want to find out just with you, and then we can tell our family in a different way?" He said, his hand reaching for the envelope.

"So you're looking?"

"I— I don't know. Should I?"

"Well there is no going back"

"God, I hate this! What if these four are our last four, and we don't get to do a different route?"

"You mean to tell me you want a fifth kid?" I replied in disbelief, unsure if I even wanted a fifth kid after this. I mean, we literally climbed Mount Everest for the first one.

"I don't know, Y/N. I  don't want to decide to look at the envelope and then regret not doing the cupcake thing; or not having the ultrasound tech tell us. I just don't want to regret how I choose to find out since I have a choice"

"We could always wait to find out?" I reminded him, Harry immediately shaking his head, making me giggle. "What? Don't like that idea?"

"Baby, we can't name four babies if we don't know their sex"

"You just pick out four of each, babe" I laugh, moving towards him to rest my forearms against his shoulders, my fingers intertwined at the base of his neck, Harry's thighs opening so I could stand between his legs.

"Do you want to wait?" He asked softly, his hands resting on my ass.

"I want to do the cupcake thing, where you bite into it and it has pink or blue frosting" I chewed my lower lip, feeling Harry's hands move from my ass, to my hips, to my stomach before softly caressing my stomach through my shirt.

"Then let's find a bakery"

* * * * 

Harry and I stared at the white cupcakes with white frosting sitting in a white bakery box, Harry's phone set up to record the moment as I shook out my jitters.

"I don't know why I'm so fucking nervous. It's only two cupcakes!" I exhaled, Harry placing down to small plates, placing each cupcake down.

"I can't believe we're eating something that will tell us what two of them are" He snickered, my eyes rolling.

Ever since I dropped off the cupcake order, Harry's been very vocal about how dumb of an idea this was (Which made me cry quite a few times since I thought it was cute, and it didn't harm anything) - even though he was very on board originally but he put his opinion aside and let me thankfully have my moment.

"We just bite into it, right?" He asked and I nodded, peeling the wrapper off.

"The filling should be pink or blue" I hummed, licking my lips as the nerves ran rampant in my stomach. 

"Ready?" He asked.

"Are you?" I countered, Harry's dimples popping as he leaned over, his smile meeting my own as we kissed before he pulled away and replied, "Ready", my cheeks becoming pink and warm.

We both watched each other bite into the cupcake, making me laugh at how awkward this was.

I refused to look inside as I chewed, whereas Harry immediately held the cupcake up to his face, his eyes widening as he turned it around, still chewing.

It was blue.

We were having at least one boy.

My own eyes went wide as I swallowed, Harry motioning for me to flip my own cupcake around, but my head shook as my own eyes trailed to the colored frosting.

It was blue.

I apparently didn't flip my wrist fast enough after my face showed surprise because Harry grabbed my wrist and turned it for me, seeing the blue frosting for himself.

"Two boys!" He yelled, my smile widening as he set our cupcakes down and pulled me into a kiss. "Oh my god" He groaned, hugging me the best he could due to how large and in charge my stomach was. "We're having two boys, baby"

"Mhm. I hope they look just like you. Brown curly hair, green eyes, dimples and all. Pure perfection" I kissed him again, Harry's cheeks tinting pink as he dropped to his knees, lifting my shirt to kiss my stomach.

"Hi boys" His lips moved against my skin. 

I could feel his lips move against me, but I couldn't hear him before he placed soft kisses against my stretch marks, getting up off his knees and kissing me.

"Happy?" I teased, Harry wildly nodding.

"Two down, two to go"

* * * * 

"Let's hope they're not shy this time" Our tech chuckled, moving the wand against the gel on my stomach, Harry and I watching the ultrasound machine for the umpteenth time.

"You guys know the two genders, right?" He double checked, Harry and I nodded; Harry informing him we knew at least two of them were boys.

We went over if we wanted to know if he could see them, or have them written down again; surprisingly Harry said he wanted to know from the tech; making this entire situation even more anticipated.

"It's noted that baby B and C were said to be boys" he hummed, showing us the ultrasound of the two, their penis very evident on the screen; confirming they were indeed boys. "So we need baby A, and baby D" he hummed again, flipping the screen. "Let's see.. this is baby A, they're a wiggly little one. I'm sure that can be uncomfortable. They're on your lower right" He said and I immediately nodded. "Let's see, their little fist is still clenched" He chuckled. "We could always have you drink some cold water, it usually gets them moving. It will make you have to pee though" 

Two cups of cold water later, the wand was back to moving across my stomach, the three of us looking back at baby A who's tummy was moving up and down, legs still closed together.

"God damnit child!" I groaned, Harry and the tech snickering, "They're already being difficult!"

"Let's look at baby D" the screen flickered against for a better view of the baby on my left side. "This one's tucked in near your ribs" He winced, apparently knowledge on the fact that baby's against your ribs fucking suck. "Oh!" His voice peaked in pitch, "See here" He pointed at the screen where we could see between their legs due to the movement.

"Is that-" Harry paused, the tech nodding.

"Oh my god" my eyes prickled with tears, the perfect heartbeat filling our ears as happiness washed over me.

"Baby D is a boy!" The tech announced, writing it down on the paper.

"Three boys" Harry spoke in disbelief.

"Let's try looking back at baby A again" The tech noted, Harry and I waiting with baited breath.

Would the fourth be a boy? Were we having all boys? Do I want all boys? How am I going to raise boys? 

"Come on little one, your mum and dad want to know what you are" he murmured to himself, trying different angles, but due to how the baby was positioned, even with the movement, we could only see their leg.

Sadly we couldn't see what Baby A was, leaving us with yet another appointment of anticipated mystery.

Our third gender related appointment, Harry and I had our fingers crossed, as the tech checked again, already noting that everything seemed to be alright even though they were all quite small.

"This little one is definitely shy" The tech chuckled as Harry and I nervously waited, although we decided to not find out what baby A was, and to have it written down on the paper so we could have one surprise at our gender reveal party with the family, it was still anxiety inducing.

What if they never showed and we just had to wait till my c-section?

I knew it wasn't the end of the world to not know; but it sucks having your heart set on something, just for all of that to be taken away. As silly as it sounds, Harry and I couldn't help but have a plethora of pillow talks about our kids, and what if we thought the fourth one would also be a boy.

It made my pregnancy dreams pick up as I imagined having these babies, except the fourth one just kept switching out from boy to girl every time I looked at them.

"Oh? I think we have a chance!" The tech exclaimed, my heart rate picking up as I desperately wished to turn the screen towards us; watching the techs head tilt, Harry's hand squeezed mine as he whispered, "This is it" in my ear, softly pecking my cheek afterwards.

"Oh my god, you know!" I accused, watching him pick up the pen with a small smile on his face.

"I do"

"Oh my god, tell me!" I joked, before quickly adding, "I'm joking! Don't actually!"

"I still can't believe we're having quadruplets" Harry laughed, taking the sealed envelope.

"I can't believe I'm working on a case of quadruplets!" The tech chuckled, wiping the gel off my stomach.

"This entire thing has been a daydream and a nightmare all wrapped in one messy package" I sighed, Harry helping me up so I could pull my shirt down.

"They appear healthy though, which is the best part of my job" The tech offered us a small smile, shuffling some of the paperwork on the counter before scooping up a clipboard.

The second we got home, Harry and I grabbed a few snacks before sitting down on our couch and immediately starting to plan this party.

"How are we going to buy balloons if we don't know the gender?" Harry asked, my pointer finger hitting the down key as I scrolled through different Pinterest Ideas.

"I'm more so wondering how original we want to be" 

"You said you wanted to do Balloons in a box in our living room" Harry's eyebrows raised in suspicion.

"But is it stupid?" I worried, Harry's eyes rolling.

"Babe, gender reveals in general are stupid"

"No they aren't" I whined, pouting as I moved the laptop off of me and onto the coffee table, "They're special! We're telling our family and friends what we're having! It's fun and special"

"I understand that it is special. But extravagant things are a bit much, no? I told you this with the cupcakes"

"It was two cupcakes, Harry" I huffed, tired of coming back to this conversation. "Plus, you're literally the king of being extra! I don't understand what you're so hung up on"

"I'm not hung up on anything"

"Bullshit! You were all excited about this when we first found out, but the section I put everything into motion, you became Mr. Bah Humbug!"

"I'm not being Bah Humbug, I'm just thinking.. this is a lot, babe. You're six months pregnant, love. I don't think we need to be doing some huge party; let alone planning it. You're supposed to be resting and protecting yourself and our babies-"

"So what? Now I'm a bad mom?" I frowned, Harry's cheeks puffing as he blew our air.

"You know I didn't say that, babe. I just don't want you overdoing it, is all. Plus, how are we supposed to order and put these things together without knowing? Doesn't someone else typically do this?"

"I just want it to be special, Harry" I sighed, my eyes falling shut as I let my body give into the comfort of our couch.

"It will be, baby. I just think decorating and all that is something we don't need to do ourselves. There are professionals for a reason. Shouldn't we just hire someone? Then all that stress is on them, and I can keep you comfy and cozy in bed as you do the hardest job out of anyone" He smiled softly, his thumbs digging into the soles of my sock covered feet.

"What? Laying around?" I scoffed, Harry's smile widening as he shook his head, replying, "Growing our babies"

* * * * 

Our house was decorated to the gods.

Pastel pink and blue balloons were blown up and attached to all sorts of different signage around our downstairs. 

A "Girl or boy?" a banner was hung over our entry table where cute little guessing game activities were.

Different jars read, "All boys" "All girls" "Three girls, one boy" etc of the different variants; marbles ready to clatter into the mason jars.

A calendar with the month of our due date was shown, "Guess the due date" being listed with a jar under it where you can slip a piece of paper into it and finally, a place to leave baby name suggestions was sat next to a cute "Welcome to the Styles' gender reveal party! Please no social media posts, or stories! This is a private event!" With parenthesis underneath reading "Please don't share the genders of their babies on social media either"

In the kitchen we had an assortment of catered foods and bowls of snacks; the prized Cake sat in the middle that had a cake topper reading, "Boys or girls?" 

Harry's event planner got a four tiered cake ordered, each layer being frosted with blue or pink frosting so when you sliced into it, and took a piece out, the answer was in the frosting.

In our living room stood four taped shut boxes that  had the balloons in them, the final box being the one Harry and I didn't know.

Harry was wearing a pastel pink shirt with blue jeans and I was wearing a cute pastel pink and blue tie dye maxi dress.

On our dining room table the baby gifts were sat wrapped in perfected wrapping paper and bows, or puffy tissue paper peeking out of bags. Harry and I fought over the idea of being gifted things since we could very well afford everything but annoyingly Harry brought his mom into it, who explained that "It's just so special to shop for baby gifts. It's so fun to see something you bought them being used! Especially clothes and things"

Harry made sure I sat most of the time since my feet were pretty swollen, different people coming up to me and conversing before we played a few party games awaiting the real reason everyone was gathered here.

"Ready, love?" Harry asked, my head nodding as my hands grabbed his, the leverage of his pull helping me onto my feet, a few people chuckling before Harry kissed me, lacing our hands together before helping me waddle over to the boxes, taking a different seat right in front of the final two boxes on the left of Harry.

"Hello!" Harry's voice boomed over everyone else's, getting them to focus on him. "We just wanted to thank everyone for coming! Y/N and I can't wait to go on this journey together as you all know. In case anyone has forgotten, We are expecting quadruplets!" Harry and the crowd cheered, my eyes rolling as I replied, "How could I forget?" getting a few laughs. 

"You look stunning, babe" He reassured me, "Now Y/N and I do know what is inside of the first three boxes" he motioned towards them with his hand, "This is for you. The last one is a surprise to us all" 

"Get going already!" My mom shouted somewhere from within the crowd, all of us laughing as Harry nodding.

"Alright, better now than never" he chuckled nervously, crouching next to me to open the box. "Ready? Five.. Four.." he led, the crowd joining them before reaching zero, the box opening and the small blue balloons floated up to the ceiling.

The crowd cheered and whistled, a few cries of excitement and curses of "I thought it'd be all girls" were heard around the room.

The process repeated two more times, the anticipation growing as blue balloons laid at our feet, my hands shaking a little over the fourth box.

This was it.

We'd finally know.

"Come on baby boy! All boys! Let me be right!" My mom prayed in front of me, her fingers twisted into a promise hold.

"Open it!" The crowd cheered, Harry and I smiling at each other before I pried open the box, refusing to look until the balloons floated out, the crowd cheering in excitement as Harry pulled me into a hug; pink balloons above us.

It was a girl.

We were having a baby girl.

"I love you so much, Y/N" Harry told me, kissing me for a few moments before pulling away.

"I told you they wouldn't be all the same!" I laughed, his eyes rolling as he grabbed one of the pink balloons.

"I can't believe we're having a girl. I really thought they'd be all boys" he chuckled, "With the first three being boys, I had a pretty solidified thought that you'd be the princess of the family, but uh, I hope you don't mind being the queen" He teased, tossing me the pink balloon.

Everyone came up to congratulate us, my body feeling numb as I tried to process all the new information.

It felt fake. Like all of this was a lie.

If it wasn't for my big belly and constant medical check ups, I would've thought they were pulling my leg. 

Harry and I were really having quadruplets after our long infertility struggle. We were having three boys and a girl, and it all felt surreal. You couldn't wipe the smile off our faces even if you tried, but that didn't mean the worry didn't build up higher and higher each and every day the news started to set in. As fake as it felt, it also felt extremely real. We were going to be parents to quadruplets in just a few months and we didn't have anything picked out and ready.

Anne came up to us, full smile and hugs before exclaiming, "I can't believe I'm going to be a grandma! You guys are  definitely going to have your hands full but I'll be here whenever you need! I can't believe you're having a little girl! After all those blue balloons, I was certain I was going to need to stock up on everything boy" She laughed, Harry grinning down at his mother.

"Trust us, we're both in just as much disbelief as you" 

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harrystyles: You can stay in bed for as long as you want babe ↳ ynstyles: @/harrystyles I would, but my bladder says otherwise!

yourbff: I can't wait to touch your belly!!

↳ ynstyles: @/yourbff Okay that sounds weird lol

harryfan1: I can't wait till Harry becomes a dad! It's going to be so cute!! ↳ harryfan2: @/harryfan1 That is if they share it with us :/ ↳ harryfan3: @/harryfan2 Oh shit, true O_o

harryfan4: Does anyone know how far along she is?

harryfan5: Since when was she pregnant? 

harryfan6: I need Harry cuddles :(

harryfan7: I can't believe she's having his kid 🙄This divorce is gonna get messy!! 😬 ↳ harryfan8: @/harryfan7 Divorce? :(

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I have no baby names picked out help

September 13th, 16th, 17th 2023

Published on: September 17th 2023

Word Count: 4417

tags: @ashleighsss @theekyliepage

[justadeadreaper]

I have a pussy but I'm getting him pregnant one day.

BWLDBDKDJWJ

Sorry ur OC has become my latest hyperfixation so you'll see me on your asks a lot.

Does he have any dark kinks? Religious nutjobs are usually known for being actual freaks, so I'm curious now. 👀

That first statement is easier than you think and please send as many asks as you want I honestly do not mind, you could spam me with hundred and I would have a smile

Now onto his kinks which I am just going to list as this man has many and most are dark so I will list them all, mainly ones he wants to be subjugated to. Most either come from his trauma as a way to cope or he has been conditioned to like them or they come from years of Catholic guilt and repressed sexuality so be warned and if you can get triggered over things do not read:

CNC (Consensual None Consent)

Degradation

Knife play

Gun play

Humiliation

Praise

Rope play and bondage

Breathe play

Pet play (he has a fondness for collars and being called a good boy)

Breeding

Dumbification

Punishments (e.g. spanking, orgasm refusal)

Impact play

Marking

Submission and domination

Sense play

A very big oral fixation which is linked to his need to please

Begging

There are probably more that I have forgotten about so if I remember them I will add them on later

He also has a list of big no-nos which will make him shut off almost immediately:

Intoxication

Drugs

Feminisation (he does not mind wearing lingerie or being called babygirl/mama/princess but that is the limit)

But in all honesty he is fine with vanilla sex where you can be all love dovey. Just make sure to give him aftercare once you are finished with him if you do kinky things

[ga-yuu]

Pregnancy stories - When Yoshino was pregnant with Izumi

Few days before Izumi was born...

Yoshino: "So...?"

Kurama: *touching her belly* "Ah. Baby feels healthy."

Yoshino: "Really! Thank god!....*rubs her belly* I can't wait to meet you."

Kurama: "You look happier than before."

Yoshino: "Of course I am. It's my first being a mom. I wonder how it's going to feel like. I'm really looking forward to it."

Kurama: "I see."

Yoshino: "Also thank you Kurama. You and all the Rebel members have been taking good care of me for the past 9 months. Thank you." *kisses his cheek*

Kurama: "For handling all your mood swings, I deserve more than a kiss on the cheek."

Yoshino: "Mm...." *kisses his lips*

Kurama: "Still...I don't understand, why those guys are excited more than me. I'm the father of the baby, yet they all are acting like it's their baby."

Yoshino: "Fufu...they're just excited about the fact that they're going to be uncles."

Yoshino: *looks at her belly* "You're so lucky. You're going to have some many people who's going to love you."

Kurama: "..........."

Kurama: "Yoshino."

Yoshino: "Hm?"

Kurama: "Why.....do you look so beautiful today?"

Yoshino: *blushing*

They both move close to kiss each other.

Yoichi: "Dinner's ready!"

Kurama and Yoshino: "Ah!" *moves away*

Sueharu: "I hope we didn't interrupt you guys."

Kurama: *glares*

Benkei: "Looks like we did."

Yoshitsune: "Yoshino, how are you feeling?"

Yoshino: "I'm doing fine Yoshitsune-sama, thank you."

Benkei: "Today, I made you your favorite Yoshino. Can you eat? Tell me if you need anything else."

Yoshino: "No no no. It's fine. I already feel bad for harassing you all with my mood swings for the past 9 months."

Yoshitsune: "Don't worry about that. We understand how hard it is for a woman who is going through this phase."

Sueharu: "That was really an experience. But it was fun."

Yoichi: "Yeah, we got to see so many fun things. Especially, angry Yoshino."

Yoshino: *blushing* "Please don't remind me that..."

Yoichi: "Do you remember that day, when Kurama asked Yoshino to peel oranges for him? And Yoshino was like 'You lazy-ass, do it yourself! How about for once, take ownership for what you did to me and feed me oranges!' "

Yoshino: *blushing* "Hey, I didn't go that far."

Kurama: "Yeah you did."

Yoshino: "Kurama!" *blushing*

Sueharu: "Yeah. And Kurama never asked again. From then on, he was the one feeding Yoshino oranges."

Kurama: "Because the doctor told me that Yoshino's body was weak and she needed a lot of food to stay healthy."

Benkei: "Yeah, and you were only feeding her oranges. "

Kurama: "What's wrong with oranges?"

Benkei: *sighs* "Nothing, but she needed to have more healthy food to survive the labor."

Yoshitsune: "Yes. That's why I also helped Kurama to make rice cakes."

Yoichi: "Yeah and you two burned the entire kitchen."

Kurama: "I thought if I increased the flames, it would cook fast."

Yoshitsune: "I'm sorry Benkei.....I made a mess."

Benkei: "It's fine Yoshitsune-sama! You were only trying to help."

Yoichi: "Hey that's so unfair! Why is Yoshitsune-sama forgiven so easily while I and Sueharu was punished to clean the entire kitchen?"

Sueharu: "Yeah, that's unfair."

Benkei: "Because when you two were cooking, you burned the rice so much that it was stuck to the pot. Do you know how annoying it is to clean?"

Kurama: *picks up the Yoshino's dinner and starts feeding her*

Yoshino: "Ah! Kurama, it's fine. I can eat myself now."

Kurama: *glares* "Don't tell me what to do. Now, open your mouth."

Yoshino: "Aaahh...Mmph...Mm...This is actually yummy."

Benkei: "Isn't it? We all made it together for you."

Yoshino: *angelic smile* "Thank you, everyone."

Yoshino finishes her food.

Kurama: "Here have this orange."

Yoshino: "No, Kurama. I think I'm full----!!"

Everyone: "!?"

Yoshino: "Ah!"

Kurama: "What's wrong!? Is the baby coming out!?"

Yoshino: "It kicked."

Everyone: "!!"

Yoshino: "It kicked! The baby just kicked!!"

Yoichi: "Hahaha...looks like the baby really wants oranges."

Benkei: "Oh my god, is there going to be another Kurama who's only going to eat oranges for the rest of their life?"

Yoshitsune: "I guess so." *smiles*

Sueharu: "I wonder if it's going to be a boy or a girl. I'm curious."

Yoichi: "I bet it's girl. It would be cute to see a junior Yoshino running around here."

Sueharu: "Yep! I can't wait to bring her so many cute dresses to wear."

Benkei: "And cook her so many delicious food."

Yoshitsune: "And play with her."

Yoshino: "Fufu...you all are excited even more now. Kurama what do you think? Is it going to be a boy or a girl?"

Kurama: "Does the gender matter?"

Yoshino: "No...but it wouldn't hurt to take a guess, right?"

Kurama: "............" *closes his eyes*

Everyone else: *waits eagerly*

Yoshino: "Kurama?"

Kurama: "......I think it's a boy."

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Congratulations, Star! 🥳🥳

For your celebration how about “I love you doesn’t begin to express what I feel for you” with Bob?

Hi, Taylor! This one is a little bit different from the other prompts I've written, and I hope you like it! It's still Bob, and it's still very fluffy. It's just a different take on, "I love you doesn't begin to express what I feel for you," in that it is not our reader or Bob saying the words to each other.

The Best Day of Your Life

The dull aching pain in your body is what wakes you up. You’re in a hospital bed, and everything hurts. There’s an uncomfortable heaviness in your breasts, twinging in unison with the radiating ache in your lower back, cunt, and stomach. You’re still groggy as you crane your neck, looking for your husband. There’s one of those rolling bassinets near the hospital bed, but you can’t reach for the buttons on the hospital bed or prop yourself up without even more pain singing through your veins. That’s when you notice the call button on the bed near your hand. It’s a bit of a struggle with the weight in your limbs and how your arms don’t seem to want to cooperate as you scrabble for the button.

It's a huge relief when you finally grab hold and depress the button. An infinitesimal tiny beeping starts up and along with it you can hear the clatter of rubber soled shoes as people start to make their way to you. When the door bursts open, you're unsurprised to see your ObGyn and the nurse who'd helped you while you were in labor walk through the door. They're followed by another nurse, this one introduced to you as a lactation consultant. They bustle around you, checking your vitals before elevating the bed into a seated position.

"Mrs. Floyd, you're awake. How are you doing?" It's Doctor Williams, your ObGyn who asks you that.

"I-I'm okay." Your voice is a hoarse whisper, all moisture sapped from your tongue by the anesthesia still heavy in your veins. The nurse presses a couple of ice chips into your mouth, and as they melt, you finally start to remember flashes of what happened.

You'd been in labor, toiling endlessly, bearing down when the doctor told you to and relaxing when the contractions eased, all with a punishing grip on your husband's hand. You remember becoming a sweating, heaving mess, your hair stuck to your sweat slick skin as you'd gasped and screamed and moaned. Each minute your muscles contracted felt like forever. Then the doctor stopped you. She'd explained that the baby was in breech and you needed a C-Section. It had taken you barely a second before you agreed. The final things you remember in the operating room were your husband's eyes and a baby's wail.

"Alright now, Mrs. Floyd. How do you feel? Any pain? How manageable is it?" The doctor's words startle you out of your reverie.

"I'm sore, Dr. Williams. But I can heal from that. Where's the baby? Where's my husband?" Your worry is escalating the longer you've been awake without seeing him.

"They're fine! Lieutenant Floyd just headed down to the Nursery to pick them up." The doctor's smiling at you as she speaks. But you're rapidly hyper fixating on one word. Them. Dr. Williams said, "them".

"Them, Dr. Williams?" There's a disbelief in your tone as you stare at her.

"Yes, them. When you were in labor, we started having you push once you were dilated to 10 cm. But the baby was breech so we prepped you for a C-section, do you remember that?" You nod in response. "When we cut your womb open, we saw not one baby, but two. One of your babies was being very protective of the other, preventing us from ever seeing them on the ultrasound."

You can't hide your shocked chuckle or the tears that spring to your eyes. You and Bob had been trying for so long to have a baby. You had given yourselves one more month to do it the old-fashioned way before you tried an IVF clinic. Then you'd actually become pregnant. So, to find out that your miracle baby was not one baby but two? It has you sobbing in your hospital bed with an aching body, a calm mind, and an overflowing heart.

That's the scene your sweet husband walks into. You're cry-laughing feebly into a tissue, and the Doctor and Nurse are trying not to laugh at you. The lactation consultant is the one handing you the tissues. You're sure you look a fright, but you've never seen Bob look at you like you're his whole world before.

His voice is raspy, and his eyes are red-rimmed as he walks carefully up to you. He's got two wrapped bundles held securely to his chest, and your eyes light up at the sight.

"Hey, beautiful. There are two little girls who are very eager to meet their Mama."

His chuckle as you make grabby hands to the babies makes you smile dopily before the lactation consultant, named Billie, helps you out of your gown and position each baby at your breast. The instant rush of love you get at the first touch of their little bodies against your skin would have knocked you off your feet had you been standing.

You're crying again as you carefully sob out, "Hi, babies. I'm your mama. I love you doesn’t begin to express what I feel for you. I'm going to take such good care of you for the rest of your lives. You're going to be safe and happy and healthy. I promise." Their heads are so soft and downy, already covered in a light coating of pale brown strands. They suckle hungrily as they feed from your breasts, and it sends an intense rush of pride through you. Your body made these two perfect little beings and is now feeding them, too? Through it all, Bob is a steady presence at your side, his hands gentle as he brushes his fingers across their chubby cheeks.

When the babies are laid into the bassinet and you're in a fresh hospital gown, you finally pull your husband closer. He's looking at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky. He's always looked at you like that. It was that look that had you falling for him when you met him, but this particular look is deeper, softer, and sweeter.

"They're perfect, beautiful." His voice is reverent as he tips your chin up. "You did so good, Mama."

"You've been doing pretty good too, y'know, Daddy?" Your voice is soft as you tug him closer, furtively pulling on his shirt to get him to join you in the too narrow hospital bed.

"It scared the shit out of me, when they put you under for the C-section. You were awake and knowing, I could see your face as they cut you open. I know you couldn't feel it, but I could see it. I thought we were going to lose one of our girls." Your heart aches as Bob takes his glasses off to sob against your shoulder. He cries for several long moments as you card your fingers carefully through his soft hair. You wait until his shoulders stop shaking before you pull him in for a kiss.

"Hey, my sweet Bobby. Look at me, my darling. Our girls, they're right there. Safe and sound. You ensured that they were protected and taken care of even when I couldn't. I love you so so much. And I love them, too." You're breathing a little raggedly as you look into your husband's eyes. "This? The four of us? We're a family now. Forever. We're going to love and cherish those little girls for the rest of our lives."

"Damn straight, sweetheart." You can see an all too protective light glint in his eyes as he wraps an arm around you. "What're we naming them, then?"

You purse your lips in thought. "The older twin, let's name her Natasha, Natasha Grace Floyd. For her godmother, the fiercest, most protective woman we both know."

"I love that sweetheart." Bob kisses you, before continuing, "And the younger twin?"

You snuggle into his arms, a yawn overtaking your exhausted system. "What about Nicole Elizabeth? After your mom and sister?"

"Those are both perfect. Welcome to the family, Natasha Grace and Nicole Elizabeth. Your Mama and I love you already. We can't wait to see you grow up." Bob's fond tone is the last you hear as you fall asleep. You can't wait to bring your girls home, and you can't wait to see them grow up. Just a few hours old, and they already have their dad wrapped around their little fingers. This is the best day of your life.

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[silent-raven13]

Pregnant Omega

"That's it! The doc told you, you need complete bed rest! I don't to find you cleaning or moving around so much!" The large Punker wore a ripped shirt with a skull and red Anarchy symbol over it, he crosses his muscular arms being annoyed at his Omega, "You will endanger our pups!"

"But, Baby! I'm so lonely and BORED!" His eight month pregnant Omega whines having to wobble around with his large belly being upset, "Your barely around! My nest isn't helping me, and you're not here." He whines with his scent sending distress signals to his Alpha.

"I know. I know, baby!" His Alpha went over to hug him with his protection pheromones to calm his pregnant Omega, "Luv, I promise. I'll finish this mission and come back here ready to make you comfortable."

"But, you promise last time and had to go be Punisher! I need you here and now!" His omega frowns.

"Luv, this mission will have us set! I promise with all my heart that I will come back to be for you," His husband kisses his lips, cupping his face. "Right now, I want you to stay in bed and rest up. I'll be back as soon as possible!"

His Omega still pouting with his cute plump lips popping out like a sad puppy, "Okay..."

"Luv. Sunflower, my beautiful darling, understands this will be good for us. I will be here for you when I'm done." He kisses his Omega a couple of times.

"Love you, papa bear." His omega softly said.

His Alpha's eyes gleam when his hand pressed his Omega's round belly to feel those kicks, "See you soon, mama bear." He winks at him.

"Hahaha!" He giggles as he lays in his bed where his nest is made, a perfect nest that needs his Alpha to sooth him. When his punker put on his Punisher's hockey mask, he left with a bat that has nails on it and put on his spiked leather jacket.

His omega rested on his bed hearing this husband leaving their condo. The whole building is own by his husband who carefully built an underground level where he can leave with his motorcycle out an abandon warehouse, he also owns.

"I'm so bored!" The Black Latino whines being bored, "Ugh, I need to do something." He's so use to being Spider-man or painting with his free time, but he can't do much with his big belly and the risk of endangering his babies. "Ugghhh, I'm bored and hungry!" He's craving for a big juicy burger, his pups are kicking like crazy.

The small Omega wobbles to the fridge to find anything to satisfied his cravings, instead he saw rows of healthy snacks and foods, and water. "I hate this stupid diet! Ughhh!" He whines knowing his loving husband had restock the fridge making sure he would stick to his low sodium and sugar diet for the pups safety. "Blah, vegetables! I want burger and fries!" He groans, then he decided he couldn't handle being by himself.

He grabs his dimensional travel watch to put it on after he got dress in an oversize sweater on top his red and black spider-man suit and fix his hair with a colorful bandana wrap. Before he left the portal, he took his Smartphone just in case his hubby calls him. "Whee!"

On Earth 928, everyone chilling enjoying their time, some Spider-heroes went on about their mission. Some went to lunch, some would hang around catching up with their friends.

Miguel 928 being busy with his work, he looks over at the pregnant Omega, "Is there a reason you're here, Morales? Aren't you on maternity leave?" He saw the Omega's large round belly.

"Hehehe, are you worry about me, Miguel." He giggles having to sit down while slurping a milkshake, "Mmm, I've been craving for these forever!"

"Well, yes. You look like you're ready to have your pups any minute."

"Nah, I got two months left. Turns out I'm having triplets." Miles 2023 giggles, "Mmm, this is so good." The Omega being super happy to be around someone.

"Wouldn't it be better to be at home to rest."

"It's very lonely over there. Is it fine if I stay a bit here. I miss my friends." Miles' stare at his boss with teary eyes, "PLEEEAASSSEEE let me stay!"

"Alright, it's fine. Just don't do any heavy lifting or moving so much. I'm going to contact Miles 2020."

"Oh yay! I miss him!"

The door slid open revealing Pavtri with Hobie 138b, "Hey, Miguel! We're here to give you our reports!" The two locked on the short pregnant Miles, who happily sitting on a hove chair and drinking a milkshake. "Oh my brahma! Miles, you look amazing!"

"Do I? I haven't been feeling well with my body changing..." He pouted looking very upset.

Hobie went over to comfort him, "You look bloody amazing! If only I was me and my Sunflower was born in your world!" Something wash over him seeing this Omega variant of his Sunflower had flourished in him. He wanted to protect him, be there for him.

"Easy, Hobie! You got yourself a Miles." Pavtri giggles as he peeks over, "Can I touch your belly?"

"Sure. Look! They're kicking." The Omega happily lift his sweater then took both Spider-men's hands to place on his round belly, the two eyes gleam and sparkle at the small kicks. "This one likes to hit so much."

"They're? You're having more than one?" The Indian Spider-man happily said out loud with his face overjoy.

Hobie only made a small smile being giddy in the inside, this time both of his hands touching the round belly to fell those kicks. "Oh." His eyes sparkles at the multiple kicks.

Omega Miles went into his sweater pocket, "Huh uh! I'm having triplets! Lookie!" He shows them the ultrasound of his pups. "One is hiding behind this one.

The two look at the photos being super amazed. "Awe, look at this one little hand! Wow, triplets! Looks like Hobie and Miles are meant to have triplets in the Omegaverse!"

"I know! I'm waiting for Miles 2020 to ask how he does it. I wonder if he got a workaholic Alpha!" He pouted, "I'm worried about me raising them."

"Awe, I'm sure your man will be there. Why he's working so much? Pavtri asked.

"Well, since I can't be Spider-man, he had to take on both jobs. I feel terrible that I can't do nothing but sit here and-and!" His big eyes watered like an anime character then tears, "Sorry, I'm very emotional."

Hobie said, "You know, for an Hobie to do all this that means he wants the best for you. To protect you and make sure your family are well off."

"I know, it just sucks! My bae is working so hard and I feel like shit." He cries.

"Awe, it's okay. Your pregnant. You're going through it, he would want you to not worry." Pavtri explains.

The Omega pouts, "I just need my Alpha and I feel so lonely." He wants to snuggle and enjoy his nest, but without his Alpha, he needs to find comfort among his friends. "Without that I need my friends."

"Then, I'll be here to substitute." Hobie said being proud, he went to get a blanket and bottle of water for the Omega.

"Hahaha, thanks guys. But, Miguel is here to be the Alpha substitute, since he's around and help me feel secure." Miles 2023 giggles.

Hobie frowns feeling jealous, "Why him?"

"Man, your acting like your the Alpha! Relax, this is because Miguel have amazing qualities of an Alpha. Since Miles 2023 is pregnant he needs someone secure around." Pav explains.

Miles 2023 nodded, "And Miguel never learns his office."

Miguel sighs, "I had a feeling you were gonna point that out."

Miles 2020 came through the doors, "Hello. Hello! Wow, I didn't expect to find the Spider Band in here." He smiles happily at Miles 2023, "Wow, look at you! Your glowing!"

"Awe, thanks!" Miles 2023 giggles.

"I'm surprised the doctor is allowing you to move around, when I was pregnant I had to be stuck in bed till I went to labor." The older Miles said.

"Well... he did say I have to be bed resting but-But I WAS SO BORED! I ended up scrubbing the floors because they were so dirty and clean my home!" He explains out loud seeing all of their faces fell from shock.

"Are you crazy!" Miguel shouted out loud, "You can't be doing intensive labor!"

"I didn't mean too! I was bored! Then my Alpha came home yelling at me." Miles 2023 sniffles. "I just need attention or the urge to do something."

"I get it. When I was pregnant I felt useless without being Spider-man, I actually started to clean the attic and do a deep clean of my house." Miles 2020 explains, "Our Alphas are only busy because of our responsibilities of Spider-man have to be taken over. It makes sense you need your Alpha!"

"Miles!" Miles 2023 hugs the older Omega being so happy someone gets him. "Finally someone that gets me!"

"Oi, what's going on here?" Hobie 138c came by to find Miles 2020, "There you are! I was wondering if we're planning to have a meeting?"

"Oh right! I completely forgot." Miles 2020 sighs, "Hmm, Miguel is it alright if I have the meeting here?"

Hobie 138c and Hobie 138b smirks at each other, "Hey, man. What's good?" They gave a smack on their hands.

"Nuthin' much. Slowly breaking down the system." Hobie 138b shrugs.

"Hahaha, same but making it louder and bigger!" The other variant chuckles.

Miles 2020 stood, "I'm surprised you're here, Hobs. I thought you hate being on time?" He stood looking so attractive and elegant being so tall and glowing smile.

Pavtri giggles at the two Hobie's crushing hard on Miles 2020, they were flustered by his presences. "Teacher's pet." He teased.

"No!" They pretended to act cool.

Miles 2020 chuckles, "I still got it." He playfully tosses his hair back, being flirty. "My husband is the same way."

Miguel said, "Well, Morales. You have to sign these paper saying you're using this room. Sometimes Jess use this room, too."

"Okay." As he went up to sign them, then playfully flirted, "Aye, Miguel. If you wanted me to be so close to you, you could've said so, hehehe."

"Aye, careful. I know your Alpha is the jealous type. I don't want trouble." He saw two of the Hobies glaring at him, "Aye, relax! He's not even your partners."

"You know, there's a Miles' Omega with a Miguel Alpha somewhere." Omega Miles 2023 giggles, "They got twins."

"Whhhaaaa! NO WAY!" Pavtri said having to take out his notes, "I didn't know that was a thing, then again, last week I saw a Pavtri and Hobie variants dating."

"Anything is possible in the multi-verse." Omega Miles 2023 happily said. "I mean, we have Mariana and Miguel being a thing."

"That's right. I forget Marianas are Miles' female versions since all these variants are their own person."

"Right!" He nodded with agreement, "Like Hobie's female variants are way different, compare to their male versions."

Then the doors slide open revealing Punk Miguel and Mariana 1022 walking in bringing box and trays of drinks.

"Hey guys, we brought pan dulces, hot chocolate and Empanadas!" Marianna happily said. "Oh, hello, Miguel!" She saw the older Spider-man up on the platform.

"Hola, Mariana." He said.

The door slide open revealing Silk, and Ultimate Spider-man walking in. "Ohh, do I smell pastries." Peter said with joy.

"Mmhhmm," Mariana offer them some Pan Dulces as she chew her own sweet bread, "Oh, boss! You can grab some! I got us plenty!"

"I like the chocolate concha." Silk said as she told Peter which ones were her favorite.

"Ohh sweet. I'll get this one."

"Those are called Besos! Kisses." Mariana smiles at him.

"Ohh, nice. I sure do love kisses." Peter chuckles.

Then the door opening showing Deadpool talking to Miles 43 and Alpha 2010b, "No way! There's a cookbook about me!"

"Yeah, I found it in one of the universe I hop with my friends. Apparently half of the cookbook is about chimichangas?"

"I don't even like chimichangas, I like saying it because it's a funny name for food!" Deadpool laughs out loud.

"Ugh, tell me, again why you're on this mission? You're not even a Spider-man!" Alpha grunts.

"Because his boyfriend is a Spider-man." Miles 43 chews on his gummy worms having to share with Deadpool, "Why gotta hate the good vibe of this guy?"

"Yer!" Deadpool chimes in, "And I got the Gizmo to prove it!" He shows his watch off.

Alpha rolled his eyes until he sniffs the area spotting a pregnant Omega, "Why is he here?"

Miles 2023 giggles sniffing the Alpha's scent, "I'm bored! So I am joining in on the fun!"

"Hello, Alpha. Miles 2023 is having trouble staying in his nest while his Alpha is being busy with his work. I thought it would be nice to have him in the meeting-" Then loud arguments ring through the halls as the door slid opening revealing Lupe and Miguel 660 being pissed off.

Gabriel 660 and Billie 1613 follows them. "I told you that's a horrible plan! Why did you advise her to go through with it? That boy is dangerous! He's an OSBORN, dumbass!" Lupe scowling at Miguel 660.

The redhead growls at her, "It's logic! You know like every Spider-hero is to play the game and be secretive until you find a valuable clue! It makes sense for Billie to go back to him and find evidence of Norman Osborn using illegal drugs!"

"That's so stupid for you to think Billie is able to handle a mission like that! She dealt with his son before and gave her bruises! Miguel, sometimes you're the biggest idiot in the world!"

"Me? I'm the idiot? You are coddling her! She needs to practice this!"

"Lupe, I agree to this! It's okay, Miguel 660 had help me through the mission!" Billie nodded.

Gabriel 660 shook his head, "No! I don't think you're ready. It's too dangerous, right Lupe! She's gonna get hurt!"

"Gabriel, por favor! She's a sixteen year old Spider-woman! She can handle anything!"

"Peter Osborn is a psycho! He murdered one of his exs!" Lupe pointed out being frustrated.

Miles 2023 chewing on a sweet bread being glued on the latest drama. "Careful, Miguel. Piss her off and she's gonna throw you across the room." Alpha grunts.

"Ohhh!" Deadpool teased as he chews on an Empanada.

Miles 2020 looks at Miguel 928, "You gonna need to settle this, boss."

"Ugh! Why is it you two always fight each other?" Miguel grunts at his variant and at Lupe. "You two need to learn to not argue like children!"

"I will stop if you agreed with me that this mission is dangerous for Billie!" Lupe crosses her arms at him.

Gabriel nodded, "Yeah, the guy she's dating is fucking crazy! He killed one of his exs!"

"You two need to trust me! I can handle this!" Billie said.

"Miguel, Billie is old enough to go on serious missions. She needs to learn on to handle stealth and play her part as Billie Mariana Morales. Spider-woman needs that." Miguel 660 explains with red eye glasses being fixed.

Miguel 928 took a moment. "What if this was Gabriella, huh? When she's 16 and you're gonna allow her to go on a mission like this!" Lupe quickly pointed out.

"Ohh, she bloody throw his sprog's name." Hobie 138c gasps.

"But it does make sense. Gabriella is a Spider-child... she'll one day have to do missions like that." Miles 2020 pointed out. "Lupe, I understand you don't want Billie to get hurt, but this will be good for her to be on her toes."

"She needs that lesson, being Spider-woman isn't all rainbows and butterflies." Alpha pointed out, "Harsh realities sets in."

"I agree, but don't tell Miles 42. He rather do the mission himself and dress up like a chick." Miles 43 snorted.

"I get that, but I don't think she's ready. I'm her mentor!" Lupe points out and glares at Miguel 660, "and you have no right going behind my back without my approval to this big plan, Oh Mr. I'm-so-smart-even-though-I-use-my-ex-Ai!"

"Ohhhh!" The whole group said.

Miguel 660 scowls, "I am smart, thank you ver much! I see Billie already ready. What are you my mom, now? I have to tell when I get to shit or piss, too?"

Hobie 138b chuckles at the two. "Wow, they are really mad." Miles 2023 smack his lips having powder sugar on his lips. "Mmm, this sweet bread is good!"

"Look, how about we all take a moment!" Miguel 928 said, "Calm down and we'll talk more when we are all in a better mood."

They were glaring at each other still. "You know, if it makes you two better- there's a universe where ya'll are together and have kids." Miles 43 points out.

"ECK, fuck no!" Lupe and Miguel 660 said with disgust in their voice.

"Oh, what if you guys rub my belly! My pups are kicking and I have photos! I'm having triplets!" Miles 2023 pulls out his photos having to surprise everyone in there.

"NO way! Awww! Sweet! Congratulations!" They said out loud.

Lupe and Miguel 660 went by to touch Miles 2023's belly feeling those kicks. Billie gasp with joy, "Oh, that's so cute! I wanna touch the belly."

Miles 2023 giggles, "See my pups makes everything better."

"Having triplets is insane! Does every Hobie and Miles' variant have triplets?" Miles 43 asked.

"Hahaha, as far as we know." Miles 2020 chuckles, "Anyway, we should start the meeting."

Miles 2023 happily listen to his friends talking among one another about their plans for their big missions. He had his Smartphone on silent which was receiving a lot of messages from his Alpha.

Hobie 2023: Luv, have you eaten? Remember doc wants u to eat healthy and drink lots of water.

-few seconds-

Hobie 2023: Luv?

Hobie 2023: Why your not responding me?

Hobie 2023: BAE? Sunflower?

Hobie 2023:Call me, right now!

Hobie 2023: SUNFLOWER!

And it went with so many messages from a panic adult.

Hobie 2023: I'm coming home right now!"

-An hour passed, Miles 2023 hasn't checked his messages. The whole group was dealing with Lupe and Miguel 660 arguing again about Billie's current mission.-

Hobie 2023: Luv, where are you?

Miles 2023's smartphone show incoming call from his Alpha.

-4 miss called by Hubby-

Hobie 2023 sending texts in panic: Luv, WHERE R U? Pick up! r u kidnap? plz respond! MILES!

Miles 2023 happily kicking his feet as he sips his hot chocolate while watching Lupe and Miguel 660 already throwing hands. She flipped the middle age man over, "Oh yeah! Try me, bitch!"

"WHOA!" Deadpool saw Lupe being super pissed off.

"I honestly believe you two should just have angry sex at this point." Miles 43 snorted.

Alpha spits out his coffee from shock. Billie cover her mouth in shock while Gabriel shouted, "MY dad is married!"

"Well, this always happen!" Miles 43 points out.

Miguel 928 pulls Lupe away from Miguel 660, "Enough! You two will have graveyard shift and work with more missions together. Do not test me." The two Spider-heroes huffs being quiet.

"Come on, you two. It's always you guys fighting. Why do you two hate each other?"

"He's a smart ass!"

"And she doesn't shut up!"

They're glaring at each other. Silk said, "Can we just agree Billie should continue the mission? She needs it."

"THANK YOU!" Miguel 660 said out loud of the whole point of their arguments.

"I agree." Miguel 928 finally said once he heard everyone's opinion on the topic. Then he looks at Billie, "Billie, tell us, what do you want to do?"

"I want to continue the mission. I'm learning and I know I can do it." She stood confident in her words.

"Very well. Billie will continue on the mission and that's it. Miguel 660 and Lupe, you two will keep an eye on her. Miguel 660 will mentor her for this mission, Lupe."

"What!" She stares at him with shock.

"It's fair. You need to let her venture out."

"That's crazy, Miguel!"

Hobie 138c pointed out, "To be fair, she needs to think on her own. Miguel 660 is an arse so that will help her."

"Geez, thanks." Miguel 660 snorted.

"You welcome, mate." The spiked bleached hair punker grins widely while making his variant chuckles along.

Deadpool points at Miles 2023's phone seeing the messages, "Hey, your phone is going crazy?" Then he looks at the 4th wall, "Looks like we're gonna get some drama, huh readers?"

"Hm?" Miles 2023 looks at his Smartphone and gasps, "Oh."

"What's wrong?" Miles 2020 asked him.

"I put my phone on silent and my Alpha is panicking..." He gave a weak chuckle. "Heh, I sort of left without telling him where I'm at, heh."

Alpha, Miles 2020 and the Hobies eyes widen in shock. Miguel 928 quickly turns to face the small Omega, "WHAT? You didn't let him know he's here?"

"Ohhh no." Miles 43 gasps, "You know, a Hobie will go berserk without their Miles!"

"And being an Alpha without his pregnant mate- that's double trouble." Alpha groans. "Isn't your alpha a criminal?"

"He's an Anti-hero!" Miles 2023 pouts, he quickly texted his partner saying where he was. "Don't worry, I'll just text him and"- A large portal came through the middle of the room revealing a tall dark skinned male with Spiked mohawk logo dreads wearing his Hockey cracked mask showing his dark purple eye through the crack, and holds a bloody bat with nails. He stood wearing tight black tank top, and distressed jeans with chains and thick red boots with blue laces.

"Well, HEL-LO!" Miles 43 smirks at the handsome alpha, "Now, that's a sexy entrance."

"Mmmhhhmmm." Miles 2020 nodded.

The Hobies eyes at their partner's variants. "I am offended." Hobie 138c said out loud.

Miles 2023 happily said having to use his scent to calm his Alpha, "Bae!"

Hobies 2023 growls having to smell Alpha's scent, "Who are you?" Then glares over at Miguel 928 with his hand gripping his bat being ready to strike.

"Easy." Miles 2020 uses his scent. "Your omega came here on his own." Slowly went over to calm the alpha down, "Easy. Your pregnant Omega is fine."

"Yeah, bae!" Miles 2023 got off from his chair to go over to hug his mate spreading his scent all over. "I'm fine. I forgot to text you." He did his cutest pout but his Alpha let out a low growl, he's very upset. This time the alpha became cold towards him, he remove his hockey mask revealing his handsome face, with three vivid scars on his left cheek and heterchromia's eyes.

Miles 43 whistled at the handsome alpha, "Wow, he is FI-uhh-ne!" Miles 2020 quietly cover his mouth with an agreeing nod.

"We need to talk." He said in a serious tone, taking his Omega's hand out of the room. Every Spider-heroes quickly went by the door to find the two in the hallway talking.

"What the hell!" The dark skinned alpha scowls angrily at his mate, "You just left without telling me anything! What is wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry!" Miles 2023 frowns with watery eyes, "I didn't mean to!"

Miguel 928 hisses at the nosy group, "Aye, leave them alone!"

"Shhh, this is the good part." Deadpool shoves gummy bears into his mouth sharing the bag with Miles 43 and Silk.

"Mmmhhhmm, finally some drama." Silk mutters.

Miles 2020 looks at Alpha, "Should we step in?"

"No, this alpha is very dangerous. When he saw me and Miguel already assuming us as alphas, there's no reasoning with him when he glared at us."

"You're right. Luckily, I stepped in, huh?" Miles 2020 chuckles at the two.

"And you're a Miles, you know." Lupe added. "Hobies don't attack Miles."

The two Hobies nodded at this.

Back at the couple, Miles 2023 said, "I was bored and alone! I want to go out, have fun, see my friends!"

"I get that, but you are seven months pregnant with triplets!" Hobie 2023 points out being frustrated, "I text you and text you! No response, I'm thinking the worse! You just left!"

"I'm sorry! You know, I'm forgetful!"

"No, you can't use that on me! I expected you to be an Omega and take care of yourself while dealing with this pregnancy! I'm working my arse for our future- for our pups!" He sounded hurt, "and for you to bloody leave me and not say a word."

"I'm sorry, Hobie! I'm- you don't know how lonely it gets and the constant worries I've been through when I'm not out there being Spider-man! I know, I need to take care of myself, but my fear is you getting hurt!" His omega said to him. "I get so scared and nervous, then start to panic!" He sniffles at his husband, then grab his hands to kiss them, "I know I messed up for not telling you."

His alpha hugs him letting out with a big sigh, "I'm not mad at you, I'm frustrated. I will get over it, but we will continue this when we get home and find ways for you to rest and do something that isn't too much." HIs Omega snuggles him.

"Awe! That's so cute." Miles 43 gawks.

Deadpool nodded having small sniffles. "Are you crying?" Miguel 660 asked.

"No..."

Lupe slaps Miguel 660's shoulder. "Ow! Pinche pendeja! Why did you hit me?"

"Because you need to leave him alone!"

Meanwhile, Miles 1610 and Mimi 1015 walking together holding their bags of lunch, "Yeah, I like to dye my wigs in layers." Mimi 1015 had a wig on with pink to the roots then blond and black tips, her makeup bright and gems glue on.

"Oh, see. I use fabric dye on some wigs, and so far it works for me." Miles 1610 explained. "But I'ma try your way and get better wigs too."

She nodded, "A good wig always makes it easier." She took out her smartphone showing off her two inch long acrylic nails with gems and sparkles in bright pink. "Now, where's our boys!"

"Hobie, did say they were in a meeting at tío's office!" He said.

The two spotted a couple of their Omega variant hugging his alpha. Mimi's eyes gleams at Hobie 2023, "Well, HEL-LO, handsome!" She happily went up to the Hobie variant, "I haven't seen this fine tall drink of water." She playfully flirted.

"Huh!" Miles 2023 gasps at Mimi 1015 and Miles 1610. "Oh, you guys are here!"

"Wow, Miles! You're really showing!" Miles 1610 tries to focus on the pregnant Omega than the fine ass alpha Hobie Brown. Why are all the damn Hobies be so attractive, especially the Alpha ones? His honey-brown eyes landed at the alpha, "Is this your husband?"

"Yes! This my Hobie!" He nodded. "You guys wanna touch my belly, I'm having triplets!" He let the two touch his belly to feel the kicks.

The two variants' eyes widen and smiles brightly. "Awwweee, that's so cute." Mimi 1015 said out loud.

"Huh uh, wow! So triplets are a thing?" Miles 1610 tries not to look at the alpha so much, he gave a small smile at the pregnant Omega, "Congratulations! Heh, I know you two are happy with pups."

"Yeah, we are." The Omega hugs his mate's arm.

Mimi 1015 playfully grins at Hobie 2023, "You haven't say much, huh handsome?"

The Alpha merely looks away at the two variants of his mate. Damn, these Miles are so adorable just like his Omega. He rub his neck, "I'm only being respectful to my mate."

"Awe, bae. it's okay. All of us joke around and flirt." Miles 2023 giggles, "You should've seen the Hobies being protective with me."

"Yeah, HOBIE!" Mimi giggles having to hug the Alpha's other arm being flirty, "I don't bite, unless you want me to!"

"Mimi, leave him alone. He wants to be with his Omega!" Miles 1610 went over to his variant making her stop teasing, "I'm sorry. Sometimes she flirt too much! You got a boyfriend."

Mimi giggles being playfully seeing how worried Miles 1610 was. "Don't worry! They're not here!" She shoves Miles into the alpha's chest making him hug, "Feel those pecks! He's one sexy beast!"

The Hobies came out of the room being super jealous. The small Omega noticed and giggles, "Well... I don't think they'll like that!"

Mimi hugs the alpha wanting to feel those muscles. "Hehe, don't worry! I'm only-WHOA!" She gasps at her boyfriend picking her up.

Miles 1610 being carried by his punker, "Hobie!" His punker coddling him like he was the only jewel. "Wait! It was an accident-" His punker hushes him.

"Oi, bloke! This is our partners!" Hobie 138c said to Hobie 2023.

"Yeah! You have your own!" Hobie 138b huffs.

Omega Miles 2023 giggles as his mate tries to explain the two jealous punkers. "Hey, I didn't expect them to touch me!"

From afar Miles 2020 sighs, "Meeting over. Looks like we had enough drama for today!"

"Hehehe," Mariana laughs, "But you gotta admit Hobie 2023 is super cute." Miles 43 and Billie agreed.

[hello-nichya-here]

Hey Nichya! I have a quick Zucest question how would you change the Search comic?

Oh honey, I would change basically EVERYTHING about the comics, especially the stuff regarding Zuko and Azula.

She'd be treated for breakdown either at home or in an actual good hospital. She'd be guarded constantly because Zuko is not stupid, but she'd not be treated like she's a bomb that would go off at any moment. He and the Gaang would be suspicious of her, but they'd not constantly beat her and assume that her just breathing is a threat to everyone's safety.

Basically, she'd be seen as a dangerous fallen enemy that no one is sure what to do with, but the heroes would not abuse her and justify it with a "It's fine because she's Azula."

Zuko would be caught between trying to be mentor of redemption to her like Iroh was to him and "I'm just being a merciful ruler and letting her recover properly before I decide what punishment she'll get, if any, in case she's still hostile after coming back to her senses." He'd be conflicted, unsure of how he feels about her, the affection he still has for her battling their bitter rivalry and the thrill he gets now that he is finally her superior. He'd also not ask Ozai of all people for advice on how to be a good ruler.

Eventually, once Azula is stable enough to go on a damn mission, they'd try to find their mom, as Azula wants closure and Zuko just wants Ursa back in their lives. In this version, she only doesn't remember them because the spirit who changed her face erased her past memories without telling her it'd do that. Ikem would also not try to prevent her from remembering her kids, and Kiyi would not be used as a replacement for Azula.

Still, seeing her mom having a happier life, in which she has a seemingly perfect daughter, hurts Azula deeply - but this time Zuko will comfort her, because thanks to Ozai he knows how awful it feels to genuinely believe you're no good and feel such bitter jealousy towards a younger sibling.

And now, we reach the fun part: Zucest! With Zuko being all sweet and genuinely trying to comfort her, Azula steals a kiss because she just wants to feel loved. Zuko is shocked, embarrassed and very confused, but ends up giving in to Azula's advances.

By the time they return to the palace with their mom, step-dad and sister, Azula is already pregnant. Everyone is shocked and highkey horrified by their incestuous affair, but it doesn't matter because they're not royalty and don't get to tell the Fire Lord what to do.