#is the baby Jasmine is pregnant with

[hannahhook7744]

Hey I was just wondering if you could do a story where Aladdin and jasmine have a daughter. But they are very overprotective of her and do not let her leave the palace walls. So one day she sneaks out because she's curious but she gets hurt and gets found by the guards. And then brought back to the palace and she gets in trouble but they talk and make up and they have a happily ever after. I think that would be a cute story!

Author's note: for simplicity's sake, I used Salima from Jasmine is my best friend since the kids in there started living in the palace at the end of the book. And since most people headcanon them as Jasladdin's adoptive kids anyway. Also this is terrible since I've never written the characters before, so sorry. I hope you can enjoy it anyway.

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Salima hissed in pain, doubled over and clutching her ankle. Silently cursing her luck as she tried to push through the pain so she could sneak back home before anyone even noticed she was gone. But at last, luck was not on her side.

"Salima! Come quick! The princess is hurt!"

The princess in question bit back a groan of frustration. Of course she had to be found by her Rafi of all people. Of course she would be found by her annoying older brother who took his new position as captain of the guards extremely seriously. Of course she'd be found by the one guard she couldn't bribe into not ratting her out. Of fricking course.

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"Jasmine and Al are gonna kill you, you know. "

Salima stared down Jenna, very unamused with her habit of stating the obvious.

"Oh really? I never thought of that. Thank you o wise Sultana for bestowing that knowledge onto me." She replied, voice practically dripping with sarcasm before dodging the pillow that her older sister had so dutifully decided to throw her way.

"Oh stop that. I'm not the Sultana yet and probably won't be because of the new baby. You know, the one that is the explicit reason for why we can't be stressing Jasmine out like this" Jenna scolded, gesturing to the younger girl's levitated leg.

Turns out she had broken her ankle during the fall. Something she just knew her siblings would never let her live down.

"Maybe if they weren't keeping me as a prisoner in my own home than I wouldn't be stressing them out" Salima snarked back.

She was tired of living like this.

"They're just trying to protect us, Sali. You know they don't want anything bad to happen to us--"

"Because of how they found us. I know. But I still don't get why I'm being punished for something I don't even remember!"

"It's not a punishment! They care about us!"

"I never asked them to!"

Jenna stood up, fuming. "You ungrateful-- you have no idea how lucky you are that you don't remember life before the palace like Rafi and I do--"

"Jenna! That's no way to talk to your sister! Especially not when she's injured--" Jasmine scolded from the doorway where she and Aladdin where standint causing the two girls to jump. Startled.

"But mom--"

"No buts" she replied sternly, crossing her arms. "Now. Your father, Salima, and I need to have a talk so why don't you go play with Rajah and his cubs?"

Jenna sighed, pushing herself up-- knowing there was no point in arguing.

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As soon as Jenna was out of the room, Jasmine and Aladdin's stern disapproval was turned on Salima, who glared defiantly.

"What were you thinking?!"

"Do you have any idea how dangerous it is out there?!"

"I DON'T CARE HOW DANGEROUS IT IS OUT THERE! YOU CAN'T KEEP ME HERE!" The young princess snapped, scowling in fury.

"Don't you dare talk to us like that! We're your parents!"

"Oh really? Because from where I'm standing you feel more like my jailers!"

The room went quiet as the three stared one another down.

"You don't really feel that way, do you?" Jasmine asked slightly hurt, holding her pregnant stomach.

"I..." Salima hesitated to answer, now feeling bad.

"Oh sweetheart, we never wanted you to feel that way" Jasmine frowned, sitting down beside her. Aladdin followed.

"Then why do you keep me inside all the time?" She asked, sounding bitter.

"We were just trying to protect you. It's dangerous out there" Jasmine sighed. Aladdin quickly took over for her.

"But I guess we got a little carried away."

Some of the tension drained out of the young princess then "that doesn't excuse it."

"No. No it doesn't. " Jasmine agreed "but we will get better. I promise."

"Really?" Salima asked, hopeful.

Aladdin chuckled "really. After you're ungrounded."

Salima groaned "ahhh man!"

[bluerosefox]

"Daddy! Mommy's is having Ellie!"

Everyone in the Batfam knows Jason keeps secrets.

Secrets he'd take to his grave a second time if he had to.

But to think one of those secrets would be about the fact he had a secret family.

And the only reason the Batfam found out was because apparently their secret (grand)daughter/sister-in-law Jazz/Jasmine was in labor and their (great)grandson/nephews Danny (Daniel) and Dan (Dante) called him while on a Red Hood job with the rest of the Batfam to panicky tell him their baby sister Ellie was on the way early.

Red Hood books it away from the fam to his bike while asking to put Kori or Roy on the phone.

Oh boy.

[cregansdingdong]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ɪꜱ ꜰɪɴᴇ.

Cregan Stark x pregnant!fem!reader | no use of y/n | warnings: pregnancy fluff, the tooth rotting kind <3

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“There you are.”

There he was. Watching from the threshold of their marriage doors—the only separation between their traditional chambers—Cregan gazes over the form of his bare wife, who was enjoying a nice bath in her alcove. His eyes moved slowly, deliberately, taking her in and committing her to his memory like it was the very first time. A sleepy smile graced her perfect face, head leaned back against the edge of the tub. Just barely breaking the surface of the water was her stomach, rounded and taut with his child; her wrist had been resting on it as he entered, a letter held loosely in her hand. “I am.” He murmured, feeling himself relax just at the sight of her, and he crossed the room to sit on the chair by the tub. “How are you feeling?”

“Much better now. Jace wrote to me.” She holds out the small paper to him. Cregan hums at the mention of her brother, and his eyes scan the words on the page, quietly snorting after a few moments of reading—he was as funny as he always was. Nothing new, really, in the letter. He’d mostly asked about how his sister was faring, questions about the pregnancy, and gushing over his coming nuptials to Baela. But it all brought a smile to his wife’s face anyway. Cregan felt guilty sometimes, knowing how far Winterfell was from King’s Landing. She missed her family often, but even more now that she was having a child. “He’s eager to be an uncle.” He muses, handing it back to her. “The second he learns the babe is born, he’ll be outside our quarters pouting.”

“Yes he will.” She laughs and places it off to the side. “Only a few weeks more.” Cregan peers down at her stomach, expression softened now, his hand reaching out to gently pet her bump, fingers caressing the skin. “The water is almost cold.” He notes, a slight chide in his tone. His wife nods along, obviously aware. “Mmhm. The maesters say hot baths aren’t too good for the baby—warm is fine, but it becomes tepid fairly quickly. I’m comfortable though, I promise. Supper was divine. I was craving that stew all day. And grapes, but mostly the stew. I missed you.” A pleased smile lifts the corners of his lips at her soft ramble. He loved hearing her speak—just as much as she liked to prattle his ears blue. “I assure you, wife, I missed you even more. You and our babe. How is she doing?”

“Are you truly still convinced we're going to have a girl?” She muses. Cregan gently splashes her in mock offense, tutting lightly at her teasing. “I know we're having a girl. I can feel it in my bones, wife.” He leans in, pressing a less-than-chaste kiss against her mouth, tongue just barely slivering past her supple lips. She tasted like something sweet. “Cake?” He asks, head tilted even though it wasn't really a question. She grins. “Sara brought the letter up here—and sneaked me some frosted scones from the kitchen. I love your sister.” Cregan rolls his eyes. “I should've known you two would scheme behind my back…and not leave me any. I'm your leige-Lord.” His wife reaches out to pull him in again, not satisfied with the previous kiss, and their mouths clash together nearly with a mutual clack of their teeth. "Get in." She was pulling him down into the jasmine scented water, hands fiercely tugging at the laces of his leather doublet. "This water is so damn cold—" He barely had a moment to remove his boots. "You'll be fine." What Lady Stark wants, she gets.

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[satoshy12]

Talia and Damian Fenton…

Jack and Maddie find a sad, pregnant Talia, with Jazz. One thing leads to another. And Talia is adopted into their new family with their future nephew, baby Damian!

Talia isn't sure how this happened, all she remembers is crying and eating fudge… and that Damian was born loving fudge too. And the next thing she knows she is living with them in Amity Park, and later her whole League is living here and in Nanda Parbat.

Yeah… Her dad looked so proud that she made her own cult city… He used to visit her once a week. Finally she grew up, after all he is immortal, he doesn't need an heir. But he still came to visit to help her train with Daniel, Jasmine and Damian. Before enjoying his time in the City.

[sushiyuzu]

ohhh noooo the preggy fic is sooo cute, can I please request the same for zayne please 🥹🙏🏻

belly of love

warning: wholesome fluff — you're pregnant and soft!zayne is lending a helping hand by lifting up your heavy belly <3

a/n: ask and you shall receive 🙏🏻

sylus version

the soft hum of the evening settled over your cozy home, a calmness you had grown to love over the months. the familiar warmth of the setting sun bathed the room in a golden glow, highlighting the tender moments shared within these walls. you shifted on the couch, trying to find a comfortable position, but the weight of your belly made even the simplest movements a bit challenging.

at eight months pregnant, your body felt heavier than ever. the curve of your belly, while a beautiful reminder of the life growing inside you, often left your back aching. it was a constant strain, and today had been especially tiring. you absentmindedly rubbed your lower back, trying to ease the tension.

then you heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and you smiled, knowing exactly who it was. zayne. your husband, always so attentive and caring, had been by your side every step of this journey. and despite how exhausting things had become, he made it all seem bearable with his gentle presence and unwavering support.

"hey, sweetheart," zayne’s voice was soft and affectionate as he came up behind you, resting his hands gently on your shoulders. "how’s my lovely jasmine doing?" he asked, his tone playful yet filled with genuine concern.

"feeling like i’m carrying a small planet," you replied with a laugh, trying to hide the discomfort, though you knew zayne could see right through it. he always did.

he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "i can help with that," he murmured, his voice warm and reassuring. without another word, he gently knelt behind you, his strong hands gliding down to rest on your hips. then, with the care only zayne could offer, he slid his arms around your belly, lifting it just enough to relieve the pressure.

the relief was immediate. a soft sigh escaped your lips as the weight lifted off your strained back. you closed your eyes, leaning into the sensation, feeling a wave of gratitude for the man who knew exactly how to ease your discomfort.

"better?" he asked, his breath brushing against your ear as he held you securely from behind, the closeness of his body providing not only physical relief but a deep emotional comfort.

"so much better," you whispered, your hands resting on top of his, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your back. it was moments like this that reminded you just how lucky you were. zayne had always been attentive, but during these months, he had gone above and beyond to make sure you were comfortable, constantly reminding you of how much he adored both you and the little one you were carrying.

he gently massaged your lower belly, his fingers tracing soothing circles. "you’re doing so great, you know that?" he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "i know it’s been tough, but you’re amazing. i can’t wait to meet our baby. they’re going to be so lucky to have you as their mother."

his words made your heart swell with emotion, and you leaned back further into him, savoring the closeness. "i’m the lucky one," you replied softly, tilting your head back so you could look up at him. zayne smiled down at you, his eyes full of warmth and love, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.

he shifted slightly, adjusting his grip on your belly as he planted soft kisses along the side of your neck, making you smile. "just trying to make sure my two favorite people are comfortable," he said, a playful grin spreading across his lips. "anything else you need, sweetheart?"

you shook your head, though you couldn’t help but laugh softly at how doting he was. "you’ve done more than enough," you assured him, though you secretly knew he wouldn’t stop being the protective, caring husband he had always been. zayne was the kind of man who would lift the world for you if he could, and sometimes, it felt like he already had.

as you both sat there, the peacefulness of the evening wrapping around you, you realized how much this moment meant. not just the relief from the physical strain, but the emotional bond you shared. zayne wasn’t just helping you carry the weight of your pregnancy; he was carrying the weight of this journey with you, every step of the way.

"i love you," you whispered, feeling his hands tighten ever so slightly around you in response, his embrace like a warm blanket that made you feel safe and cherished.

"i love you more," he whispered back, resting his chin gently on your shoulder as you both gazed down at your belly. "and i can’t wait to love them just as much."

you smiled, closing your eyes again as the weight of your belly eased even more under his touch. with zayne by your side, you knew that no matter how heavy things might feel, you’d never have to carry it alone.

[icarusredwings]

What things smell like according to Logan Howlett/ The Wolverine. A series of smell based headcanons. Do with these whatever you want :)

People:

Ororo: burnt marshmellows, rain, chunky chocolate chip cookies, protien shakes, spansih rice, chillies, and cocoa butter. She always smells great.

Scott: cucumber shampoo, the remaints of a bonfire the next day, fresh dry cleaning, axe shower gel, lavender sheets

Jean: caramel latte, lavender sheets, vanilla spiced chai, books, mint ice cream, fruit smoothies, stinky hair product, lemon poppy seed muffins, sassafras

Hank: Books, sanatizer, various chemicals, a very specifc fur dander, kinda musky but in a 'im covered in fur and sweaty' kind of way.

Rouge: "Dolly Parton", brick and concrete dust, cherry blossoms body spray, freshly engraved wood, strawberries and milk conditioner, spicy gaucamole and freshly sizzled sausages.

Gambit: tv static, a fresh deck of cards at the casino, spicy jumbo, gin, lime jello, hair gel, "suprisingly good actually"

Kurt: brimstone, smoke from franckinsense, myrrh, a less smelling dander then hank, Holy chrism oil (olive oil and Balsam made by catholic priests), metal, and blue raspberry. Fur/ beard pomade sometimes for special ocassions.

Morph: even when changed he can smell is sandlewood shampoo, he smells like how "Jack Outta smell", latex, pine and cedar, clear nail polish, "that ugly quilt that your grandma kept on the back of her couch that was the warmest, softest thing you've ever slept with."

Charles: Old man fart, metal, chalk, shoe polish, nutmeg, wool, "a trusting hug", books, mahogany, expensive champagne.

Laura: "teen spirit", a shitty cheap "girl power" deodorant that doesn't do well hiding the sweat, apples and peaches, kinda woodsy.

Wade: Cancer, gun smoke, citrus dish soap, blood, oranges, taco sauce, infected skin once in awhile, red dye 40, slight over cooked and crispy apple pie, sugary cereal

Puppins: wet dog, dog dander, oatmeal senstive skin puppy shampoo, chicken, "the dirtest trash she can find to roll in on her walk"

Althea: Old lady, way too strong perfumes, butter biscuits, tea, peppermint candies, more cocaine, "baby powder", lanvender linens, cotton and daisy's Landry detergent.

Feelings/emotions:

Big/serious lies: smell like Gasoline and salty sand near the sea.

Small fibs/playful/ teasing lies: smell like Anise

Lies with decent intentions/are bent truths: smell like honey

Those two are easily mixed up.

Innocent (the person truly believes it. Ex. A child saying dinos are real) truth: smells like thick vanilla creamer.

Filling, whole truths (the person knows for a fact its a truth) smells: like fresh baked rolls/buns

Cancer smells vary like: urine, nail polish remover, some people have a pungent semi sweet smell like rotting fruit, and tar is another smell, depending on which part of the body. If already in late stages, one can smell like cadavers. Even spicy almost.

Pregnant people vary in scent but he can smell the rise of different hormones: Some hormones sweeter then other. If you asked him he would say cinnamon or dying roses. If you're later in your term the scents are more soft like lotion or custard. Lemon ussually.

Serotonin; cheese, lemon cakes, fruity, a bit light, and flakey like a pastry. Marshmellow fluff.

Dopamine; sweet fresh coffee, doritos(?), cocaine. Don't ask why he knows what cocaine smells like. He was alive during coke cocaine.

Endorphins; Sweaty Sex, mint, dark chocolate, violets, chemicals, varies by persons pheromones

Oxytocin; "playful cherries", freshly washed cotton pillows, the warmth of a bath, skin on skin hugs, strawberries

Joy/relaxation/relief: Jasmine, vanilla sugar cookies, fresh soup.

Anger/disapproval/hurt: smoke, the back end of a cigarette, spicy curry, iron, blood, "spoiled raw chicken left out too long"

Fear/excitment/anxiousness: Adrenaline smells like oil, paint, salty pretzels almost.

Tears: Oceans, lillies, fresh water lakes

[gladiatorcunt]

oreo tiger milk tea

cw: afab reader, suggestive content (18+ mdni): strap mentions and implied cunnilingus, ooc soft!tashi (she cares about you more than tennis), don’t think too hard about this

you hum and stir the shrimp, trying to remember how long you need to cook them for. you think the recipe said 4 minutes, so you shrug and hope for the best.

the giant flatscreen tv in your living room drones on in the background, you’re just waiting for tashi’s taped interview. her match already ended, you’re still heartbroken that you couldn’t be there but you cheered her on from your brand new sectional.

“yeah, my partner has been such a huge supporter. I’m so grateful to have them, and all my fans.” she says, blowing a kiss towards the camera.

it’s a run of the mill media response, but it gives you butterflies nonetheless.

you smile down at the sizzling shrimp like an idiot, taking it out and arranging them on the two bowls of rice on the table.

your legs are still sore and it takes everything in you to make it to your chair in one piece. tashi likes to joke that fucking you with her strap is all the work out she needs, that and smothering your face with her pussy. she didn’t keep you up as late last night, knowing that she had to be back on an emergency flight soon.

“hey, babe, what are you watching?” she teases as she peeks around the corner, having changed out of her airport clothes into sweats.

you grin and tilt your head up for a kiss, “my gorgeous wife’s interview, obviously.”

she rolls her eyes fondly, giving you your kiss. it’s slow and drawn out, her trip wasn’t long enough to call for a messy fight with teeth. plus, all the “home videos” tashi keeps on her phone are the perfect solution to be away from each other and horny.

“we’re not even married yet, stupid.”

“and what if I said that I'm pregnant with your baby?”

tashi gives you the most loving ‘what the fuck are you high on’ look, “then i’d say that i’m suprised it took this long.”

“so no shotgun wedding?” you pout, trying your hardest not to burst out laughing.

“don’t act like you don’t want a big wedding, you big baby.” she grins and pecks the tip of your nose.

you beam back at her and shrug, pulling her by the wrists to come sit down at the table next to you. you’re still so awestruck by the fact that you’re living in a multi million dollar home with your superstar fiancé.

the shrimp and rice is devoured with numerous compliments to the chef. tashi takes her sweet time wiping her (and your) face clean and putting the dishes in the dishwasher. you can’t help but let your eyes fall to her ass as she walks away.

“nice ass, Tash’ ” you say as you come up behind her and wind your arms around her torso.

you take a moment to sway in the kitchen, absorbing the faint traces of shower water and left over sweat under her orange and jasmine perfume.

“yours is nicer.” she hums, grinding back against you in languid circles.

“if you say so.”

“i do say so.”

your underwear is cutting it close to getting damp, sue you for being weak for your beautiful woman. the teasing rhythm doesn’t even phase you, you slide your fingers along the soft fabric covering her hips and pull her closer. it doesn’t escalate into frenzied dry humping, the warmth and unhurried friction of her ass cheeks against your mound is intoixcating enough.

you do her a favor and close the dishwasher. she casts a look over her shoulder, challenging you to make a move. you smirk and pick her up by her thighs, pushing her to jump up on the counter.

tashi lays down with the most smug smile a person could possibly wear, “you just cleaned the counters, baby, you better not make a mess.”

you stick your tongue out, pulling her pants down and getting close enough to tear her panties off with your teeth. she spreads her legs, giving you a clear view of her pussy. you gently blow air onto her clit and she sighs, rolling her shoulders back.

“yeah yeah, tash’. i’ll get it all in my mouth this time, i swear”.

because you know if you do, she’ll be taking YOUR strap.

[artethyst]

~ Leaves In A Sky Full Of Stars ~

Eris Vanserra x Rhysand’s Sister! Reader/OC

“Lucien,” Eris growled, stalking over to his sobbing and heavily pregnant mate, his brother could only stand there awkwardly, in a fruitless attempt to soothe her.

“I swear I had no part in this!” The Emissary raised his hands in mock surrender as his sister in law continued to cry, unrelenting tears spilling down her pale cheeks.

Eris sighed, and whilst he wished she would stay inside like the Healers had recommended, he couldn’t deny her anything.

His only request was that his brother chaperone her should she feel restless, especially if he happened to be caught up in meetings he was unable to be in absence of.

Eris gently removed his overcoat and draped it over her shoulders, overly paranoid that she would catch a chill in her weakened state and ignored the way Lucien rolled his eyes at his brother’s worrying.

Lucien knew, beneath everything, the feared High Lord of Autumn was nothing but a softie. A mama’s boy who would do anything for his wife should she merely ask of it.

He was certain Eris would have surrendered even his own crown- the one he had spent centuries suffering for, if it meant she was happy.

“I can’t understand what she’s saying,” Lucien was almost just as panicked, knowing whatever was wrong he’d surely be blamed for it.

“Well, we both know how successful you are with the ladies,” Eris drawled and Lucien snarled at the reference to his own mate. “My work is done for the day, you may leave.”

Lucien bowed and sent one lasting gaze at the two of them, admittedly unnerved by her frantic state.

Until recently he had never seen her cry in the many years of knowing her, and whilst he would never admit it out loud, she had always been his favourite member of the Inner Circle.

“My love,” Eris soothed her by playing with her hair, she had found solace against his hard chest as she let out small gasps, taking comfort in his scent as he provided comforting waves of love down the bond. “Tell me, what is making you so upset, hmm?”

His words held no taunt as she sniffled, and he would never tell her that he found it rather endearing how she looked- so vulnerable with her cheeks aflame and violet eyes glossy.

“T-That hawk!” She whimpered, a shaky hand moving to point at the tree before them, and only he could’ve understood her choked out words as they were sobbed into him. “I-It pushed a p-poor baby b-bird out of i-its nest a-and-“ the next part was too horrific for her to say and she cried harder as Eris sighed, stroking the back of her neck.

Oh, for anyone to see her now.

The Crown Princess of the Night Court, feared magic wielder who helped slaughter many in the war and High Lady of Autumn, brought to tears- over a baby bird.

He supposed it had something to do with the little flame growing in her stomach.

“E-Eri I want you to kill it,” the soft tone of her voice betrayed its sentiment as he paused his ministrations for a moment, his eyebrow raised in amusement. “Make it p-pay for s-slaughtering that d-defenceless creature!”

He withheld a chuckle at the irony of her demand, pressing a light kiss to the crown of her head before adjusting their position so her back was flush against his front.

His chin grazed her scalp as he effortlessly flicked his hand, the unassuming hawk turning to ash in an instant as she watched in satisfaction.

No matter how silly, trivial or frivolous her demand, he would always comply.

“Better now my love?” He crooned as she became giddy, throwing her arms around his neck as he breathed in her scent- a sickly sweet smell of a youngling mixed with his own.

It brought a new possessiveness- pride within him to know she now carried his smell with her, a subtle hint of spice and ember imbedded in her natural twinge of jasmine.

He felt her heart soar as she tugged against his own through the bond, her soft cheek nuzzling against his rough hand which came to gently rub at her damp skin.

“I’ve missed you,” she mumbled, as he unwittingly melted at her words, thinking he might never get used to the love she had shown him- insisted that he deserved.

“You saw me this morning Bunny,” he teased as she pouted.

“That was hours ago!” She insisted guiding his calloused palm to her slightly protruding stomach. “I need you…We need you.”

He couldn’t help a genuine smile overtaking his wry smirk, feeling the life they created flicker beneath their joined hands.

“It seems our little ember agrees,” he mused and despite his biting fear of her upcoming labour, as everyone knew- Fae births were not only extremely rare, but horrifically dangerous, despite it all he was happy.

Despite what having a child would mean, a new threat to him he had no doubt people would take advantage of, he couldn’t help but feel at peace too.

At peace with himself. At peace with his mate and their unborn baby which would soon complete their little makeshift family.

[marleyybluu]

Three and Counting

husband/dad!Oscar x mom/wife!black!reader

Word count: 3.4k

Content warning: 18+, smut on your rooftop and down the chimney, domestic bliss, love and lust is everywhere, reader is pregnant again, pregnancy sex, no one is pulling out, creampies, backshots while pregnant, oral (f receiving), big dick Oscar, reader speaks/understands Spanish, Oscar talks you through it again, switching between names (Oscar/Spooky)

A/N: Though this was not the original, I'm still glad with how this turned out. not proof-read, sorry I'm too fried to do it lmao and again I've never been pregnant, don't know how well pregnancy sex works but I tried lol

not my gif. but spread my legs pls omg

"Mommy." A small whimper sounds below you in the middle of your pancake flipping process. It was 6:30 am and though you hated being up this early, you had to be. It was the first day back to school for your eldest son, Raphael, but it was your youngest daughter, Elliana's first day of kindergarten. Even though this was your second child you couldn't help but feel the sadness over your little girl growing up. It was bittersweet. You'd been home with Elliana for the majority of the first three years of her life, you bonded and were stuck to each other like glue. She's still sleeping in your bed most of the time no matter how much Spooky says you need to ween her off. But you just couldn't, that was your little girl. Your mini-me.

"Mi Amor? It's too early for you to be up." You yawn and rest your free hand on your rotund belly. Carrying baby number three was surprisingly draining. Your first two pregnancies were tiring, sure, but this one seemed to have you riddled with low energy.

"I know." She mutters fiddling with her fingers. "Is there something you'd like?"

Her little brown eyes, big and round just like your own, shift from side to side deciding in that little head of hers if she can admit her truth. You flip over another pancake before placing the spatula on the counter and you look down at your Elliana. You open your arms inviting her in, you hook your hand under her arms and say: "One... twooooo..."

"Threeee." She giggles as she jumps to assist you in picking her up. She sits on your hip and rests her head on your shoulder. "What would you like to talk about my sweet?"

She sighed. "I don't want to go to school. Can't I just stay with you and the baby?"

You smile softly. "I wish bebita, but you need school. School is good. Papi went to school and look, he owns a restaurant. Mama went to school and what does she do now?"

"Nurse."

"Exactamente." You say using the spatula to slide the cooked pancakes off to make room for new ones. "Plus you get to make awesome friends. I met your Tia Jasmine at school."

Elliana laughed. "Tia Jasmine está loca." You laughed along with her. "She is, she's always been like that. But that's why mommy loves her and chose her to be your tia. Entiendes?"

"Si... pero..." Her tiny shoulders sink with the weight of all these feelings. "Pero..." You encourage her to continue. "I had a dream one night, and... and I dreamt you and Papi left me at school. Everyone left, I was alone."

You gasp dramatically. "Ay, mi hija. We would never leave you there." You press a reassuring kiss to her temple. "We will always come back to get you, every single day. And I have good news, today... I won't make you stay the whole day. We will come to get you and Rafa early."

Her eyes light up. "Really?"

"Claro que si! Maybe we'll go to the toy store, who knows. But you must go to school first. Deal?"

She squeals with excitement and kisses your cheek. "Alright, sneak back upstairs before papito wakes up." You whisper carrying her toward the staircase and putting her down on the steps, she walks back upstairs and you stay at the bottom of the steps until you hear the door open and shut quietly.

— — Elliana's small fist holds your two fingers as you walk her up to the school entrance doors where her new teachers are waiting. "Good morning Mr. And Mrs. Diaz, how are you?"

"Good. How are you guys?"

"Summer could've been longer." One of them sigh and pout. "I bet."

Raphael says goodbye to you and his father before turning to his sister, he decides to wait for her so they can walk in together. Oscar gives her a little pep talk and a small kiss before she looks up at you. You squat down as best you can to be at eye level with her. "Okay Ellie Bellie, I want you to do your best today okay? It's fine if you feel a little sad today it's normal."

She nods and her little lip trembles. "I love you so much." Your voice cracks and you know you have to say bye now or you won't leave her. You kiss her head and stick out your pinky and she hooks it with hers. "Go be amazing, mamita."

"Te amo."

You smile softly. "Te amo."

Elliana holds onto her brother's hand and they both make their way inside the building, it takes everything in you to not rush in and save her but you have to let her go. Oscar helps you up and holds onto you until you reach the car, he aids you inside the passenger's seat before heading over to the driver's side. "You okay?"

You nod turning your head to the window, a small tear slips but you quickly wipe it away. "Cariño. She'll be fine."

"I know." You sob. "It's just my stupid hormones." You lie. "Let's just go, if we stay any longer I'll end up going in there."

Oscar slips his hand under yours scooping you up and kissing the back of your hand... your fingers... your wrist. You smile as he wipes your tears away, so glad to have a man who just took care of you in all ways possible. "You want something to eat?"

Your mouth twists with consideration, you did technically eat an hour ago... and you are growing another child so you need all the nutrients that you-

"I'll take that silence as a yes." He says starting the car, you rest your head on his shoulder. He knew you all too well.

— — You did everything you could. Laundry, cooking, sleeping. But somehow the time wouldn't speed up. You and Oscar agreed you'd get the kids around 2:15, but it was only 12:30. You groaned getting up from your lounging position on the couch, and you waddle over to the kitchen meeting a few dishes in the sink. Another distraction for you.

You turn on the water, grab a sponge spill some Dawn dish soap onto it and get to washing. You hum a song that's been stuck in your head for days, unable to get it out.

Oscar comes up from the basement with a basket of laundry that he insisted on folding so you wouldn't have to struggle up and down the stairs. He huffs and drops the basket onto the floor and closes the door behind him. He hears your lovely tunes and follows the sound of your voice.

Oscar pokes his head in the kitchen, your back turned and unaware of his presence behind you. You reach over for your phone in the mood for some music, you play Get Close by Ari Lennox (the same song you were humming) and place your phone back down. His eyes burn through your skimpy clothes. Nothing too serious in your opinion, just a pair of old shorts and a navy blue tank top that was folded under your heavy breasts to help with the sweat. You were hot, you were always hot and it didn't help that it was the end of summer. Your belly was out, in your terms often saying that the baby just needs some air. He smiles sincerely.

He locked special moments like this away and for himself, he was just in awe of you no matter if you were carrying his child or not. If you were fully clothed or ass naked, you had him craving you. He felt himself begin to twitch in his shorts the longer he stared, his eyes zooming in on the tattoo of his name right under your cheek and another one on the back of your right thigh. His hands began to tingle with the urge to touch you, it'd only been an hour but it felt like an eternity.

Oscar makes his way over to you, A small touch on your lower back sends shivers up your spine and it places a smile on your face as well. "You should be resting you know?"

"I know, I just... I'm ready to go get them."

He kisses your ear. "Couple more hours." He mumbled softly snaking his arms around you, his hands cupping the underside of your stomach. "This kid is extra heavy today. It's killing me." You complain leaning back on his for some support, to use someone else's weight than your own to hold you up. "You need a lift?"

Oscar would often come up behind you and gently raise your belly, holding all the weight for you so you could feel just a sweet minute of relief and what relief it was, you couldn't believe you were carrying around all of it.

"Please." You sigh drying your hands in a towel. He squeezes himself closer to you and locks his fingers on your lower stomach. "Ready?"

"Mhm."

He lifts and you instantly sulk and huff with ease. Your head falls back on his shoulder and you smile softly. "This feels so good." You practically moan out. You two stay like that for a moment and find yourselves swaying side to side to the slow sultry music, your eyes feel heavy and they close just for a second. Everything about this was sweet and romantic until you felt... something. Your eyes pop open and you cover your mouth to muffle the giggle bubbling in your throat.

"Um... Oscar..."

No response. "Oscar..."

Still nothing. You tap his arm. "Spooky!"

"Que?" He answers annoyed. You bit your lip. "Are you good?"

He nods. "Why?"

"You're hard, you are poking me on of my cheeks right now." You laugh. "Sorry... I can't... I can't help it."

You shake your head and tell him to put your belly back down, you groan when all that load is back to being your responsibility. He hides his erection with his hands suddenly feeling embarrassed the longer you look at him. "Upstairs." You order him and he looks at you perplexed at the fact that you were the one giving him directions. Your hips reel him in as you make your way to the staircase.

"Let's go, Diaz."

But you didn't have to tell him a third time, he followed right behind you as you two headed to the room. He doesn't even bother shutting the door, just grabs you and tugs you into his embrace, attaching his lip to yours. Your hands cascade over his oversized arms giving them a loving squeeze. His hand glides across the small of your back and over the ample flesh of your backside. He aggressively grabs a handful of your ass and you gasp against his lips. You giggle, blissed out and wrecked before anything has happened. 

He backs you up into the bed before he carefully pushes you down onto the mattress, you do your best to scoot further so he has room to join you. He hops on and finds his solace between your legs, caressing your smooth skin as he follows a pathway to your shorts, he drags them down and tosses them wherever too preoccupied with the treasure that is in front of him. His brown eyes practically glow when his eyes land on your heat, you clench around nothing but anticipation and want, the need for his mouth on you is obvious and you have no intention of hiding it when you stretch your legs out further for him. 

Oscar gets the message and runs one of his thick fingers down your slit and slowly plunging into your hole but you need more, and he knows, so he vanishes between your legs working his tongue through your lips and navigating its way to your clit which he finds in no time-- you weren't pregnant with your third for no reason, that man knew your body like he was studying for a quiz. He knew what you hated, knew what made you tick and explode like a bomb. 

Your eyes close, and your body surrenders to him instantly when he massages your clit the right way. He licks and sucks on your bud like he was trying to drain you, rid you of your energy. You hold your legs up and your nails dig into your skin making crescent shapes on the back of your meaty thighs. He continues to lap up your pussy juices, you clench around his finger that had yet to make its way deeper inside her. As if he read her mind he slips his middle finger back inside, when he pulls back once more he adds his ring finger and your eye twitches. 

"Mierda... fuck!" You whine at the extra sensation. You decide to let your legs rest on his shoulders, your hands now free to touch yourself. You rid yourself of your tank top and cup your breasts in each hand, you light massage them-- they weren't too sensitive today. Your mouth slacks open as he pumps you at a quicker pace. "Oooh!" You cry out. 

You sit up on your elbows and get a glimpse of his back muscles flexing along with the movements of his arm. You giggle hazily when he hits a certain area, your toes curl when he continuously presses against your spot, your head falls back and his name flows from your lips. You inch back but he has a good grip on you. You cry out and plead for him to let up but it's no use, his tongue dives inside your aching hole and you clench around the muscle. He moans at your taste and smacks your thigh with appreciation. You fall back onto the bed, eyes falling to the back of your head. 

He gives you one more lick before sitting up on his knees. He looks down at the panting state that you're currently in and takes the opportunity to dispose of his shorts and boxers, he's rock hard and can't wait any longer, his usual blush pink tip has become a cherry red shade. Oscar strokes himself while gliding his tip between your folds. "You think you'll be okay on all fours?" He asks and you nod. He helps you sit up and turn around, he grabs your pregnancy pillow and forms it in a way that you can rest your stomach inside and be a bit more comfortable. Once you are set you tell him you're ready. 

 Oscar grasps a handful of your cheeks with one hand while his cock lays in the other, he nudges your entrance once again and finally sinks himself inside--carefully. Your eyes flutter at the sensation, the feeling of him sliding against your sticky walls never gets old. He groans pulling back and pushing in once again. He bottoms out and fills you to capacity. You mutter something about him being so deep and feeling so full. He rocks his hips at a steady pace, he likes to make you feel everything. 

Every stroke. Every hit. Every rotation of his hips is torturous. Your cheek is pressed against the sheets and your body rocks with every thrust he gives you. You whimper and sink your teeth into your bottom lip to muffle any more noises but it's a failed attempt when he spanks you, your body reacts by tightening its grip on his girth. He ditches the slow strokes and picks up his pace. The sound of your wet pussy squelching with every hit was like music to his ears along with the constant mumbles of his name that left your lips. "Papito, no puedo soportalo...fuck." (I can't take it anymore.)

He leans over and kisses the back of your shoulder, his chiselled chest is pressed against your back. His teeth nibbled at your ear, and his grunting mixed with a bit of whining was the only thing you could hear. Sounds of skin-to-skin erupted through the room and snuck its way through the halls.

"You can take me querida, you always take me so fucking well." He whispers hotly in your ear, you cry out over his words of encouragement. He sneaks his hands under you and toys with your clit. "You're squeezing this fucking dick, mierda, and you're so wet oh it's soaking me." 

You can only croak out, "Oh, I'm cum-m-" before your body falls weak, goes limp, you convulse around his length and coat him nicely with your orgasm. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...ooooh Spookyyyy!" You drag out as you cream all over him, and he drags out your high continuing to pound into you like nobody's business-- as well as seeming to forget your current state. "I'm gonna cum in that fucking pussy, mama." 

He rocks into you once more and stays like that, you feel him throb inside you and the warm spill of his seed spreads inside you. You hum in satisfaction and a smile is plastered on your face. "Shit..." He chuckles. "You good?" 

You just nod completely lost in happiness. He gives you a little smack on your ass, a little sign of appreciation, he softens and pulls out leaving you empty and exposed with his nut and yours slowly leaking out of your pleased hole. You ease down to a more comfortable position and sigh, your eyes suddenly feeling heavy and your body sore and sleepy. Oscar rushes off to the bathroom for a clean rag, he runs it under warm water and returns to the room, he helps clean you up and once he is fine with the results he rinses it off again and tosses it on the dirty clothes hamper to dry a bit. 

He comes back and closes the door behind him this time. "We got about an hour, rest, take a nap." But you're a step ahead of him, comfortable under the covers your body betrays you in the best way as it drifts off into slumber. Oscar smiles and joins you, he eases himself under the covers and pulls you closer to him, his fingers spread over your belly and he massages small circles on your skin. It was something that soothed him as well. "I love you, baby." He whispers. "We love you too." You mumble nuzzling into him. 

-- --

"Today was awesome!" Elliana cheered as she skipped inside the house. "Mrs. Havenwood let us watch a movie, we watched Elemental. And then she helped me with spelling some words, and I painted a flower." 

You beamed at your energetic daughter who seemed to have a jitter-free day, she hadn't stopped talking about her day since you and Oscar picked her and Rafa up from school. "Well, I'm happy to hear you had such an eventful day. So no tears?" 

Elliana proudly says, "No tears." You reach out for her and she runs to hug you, you kiss her temple. "That's my big girl." 

"I can't wait to go back tomorrow. And maybe... maybe you and Papa don't have to come get me." 

Your eyes widened. "En serio? The whole day?"  

She nods eagerly. "Si! I'll be fine." 

"I mean... if that's what you want-" 

"Yay! Thank you! Is it okay if I go play video games with Rafa?" 

You nod. "That's fine, but not gun games, por favor." You glare at the both of them. They say okay and head upstairs together leaving you dumbfounded, you were ecstatic that your daughter had such a great first day but you were expecting tears... a little bit of sadness considering your conversation with her at six this morning. Oscar looks at you and offers his hand, you take it and he kisses your knuckles. "Sounds like she had a great day." 

"It does." 

He tilts his head. "Expected her to be sad?" 

"A bit." 

He nods understanding. "I get it, but I think it just shows you did a great job preparing her. Especially this morning." 

You suck your teeth. "You heard us?" 

"I did. I know when my little princesa isn't around me. But I'm glad she's comfortable enough at this age to tell you how she truly feels, you encourage her to be herself all the time and I think that helped a lot with today." He sweet talks, your eyes turn into hearts and your bottom lip pokes out. "Thank you." You whisper leaning forward and smooching your lips on his. 

He kissed your forehead after. "You're a great mom. That's why I'm already thinking about the baby after this one." 

You holler. "Boy, no, this is the third and last."

"You said that about Elliana." 

"Well, I mean it this time." You say firmly. He nods. "Whatever you say, ma. Whatever you say." 

I had fun writing this so I hope yall have fun reading this. If you liked this fic, feel free to like this fic. Comments and reblogs are appreciated. see you in the next one. peace and love 🤙🏾

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[jymwahuwu]

Hello! Me again unexpectedly! Can I request a yandere Jing Yuan x reader family/smut! (Jing Yuan x reader are romantic/ Yanqing x reader are platonic like a mother-son relationship)

It goes like this, Jing Yuan came back from his mission with an surprise for his darling reader who’s his Lieutenant. That surprise was an baby Yanqing, and Jing Yuan wanted his darling to help him raise the cute cinnamon roll as their own.

It was also planned while he was on his mission and coming across baby Yanqing, which is having his darling be his prefect housewife and mother to their children. As Yanqing grows, Jing Yuan praises being an excellent wife and mother, besides his darling asking about her work.

Then 4 years old Yanqing, ask for a sibling which caught the reader off guard and Jing Yuan thinking it’s time to move to the next plan. After putting Yanqing to sleep, Jing Yuan decided to put the second phase of his plan in action, as he walked to his darling room with a jasmine tea that he spited with aphrodisiac.

Jing Yuan started a conversation with his darling, asking her what her thoughts on Yanqing request of a sibling, while watching her drink the tea. His darling states that request was unexpected and that they’re not married to do something like that, also the fact that she needs to get back to work after being away for so long.

Jing Yuan told her that he got that cover and that she doesn’t have to worry about work anymore. His darling asked him what he meant by that, but start to feel uncomfortable hot. Jing Yuan grinned at her as he walked over to her to start to be intimate. Then 6 months later, Yanqing was talking to his mother who’s 6 months pregnant and the baby in her belly, while Jing Yuan watch with a grin.

yandere! jing yuan x female! reader

TW: yandere, non-con, pregnancy, aphrodisiacs, housewife kink, manipulation, abuse of power, sexism

Jing Yuan and his housewife plan (๑´ㅂ`๑)… willing to be the mama of the babies plz

As a lieutenant, you work under the general's command. You swore allegiance to General Jing Yuan and the Xianzhou Alliance - even though your job wasn't what you expected it to be, and the combat skills you trained were useless. You brew tea, clean up, and organize files in the Seat of Divine Foresight. You even have to prepare the general's meals, cook in the kitchen, wash and dry his clothes. You are a little frustrated. Jing Yuan allows you to express your opinion in the meeting, but always vetoes it with a smile. He tends to agree with Qingzu and Fu Xuan's plan, and praises these girls for being resourceful. Unfair…unfair…you complained in front of him, but the general just dissected the holes in your proposal and expressed his disappointment with you. He's told you that you don't do very well at work, but you'd be perfect as a housewife. You are taken aback by his proposal. You never thought about being a housewife or anything, but he's really attractive…has a soft spot for you…so you…believe. You are married to him.

One day, Jing Yuan returned from a war to the Seat of Divine Foresight with a baby in his arms. You ask about his little baby's parentage. Jing Yuan shook his head gently, and handed over this baby to you, needing your help to take care of this little cinnamon roll. It was all so unexpected. You hold him in an unskilled position. To your relief, the crying baby gradually calmed down in your arms, and stretched out chubby little hands to you, blowing out small bubbles. You want to say no, but your heart melts with this baby. It will break your heart if no one is willing to take care of him. So you quit your job and concentrate on taking care of Yanqing.

Baby Yanqing walking for the first time, running, calling you mama and Jing Yuan papa are all such precious moments. He often wields a small toy sword and plays with the general in the courtyard. He even pouts and asks you for siblings because the other kids have them. The siblings of Xianzhou people will accompany them for many hundreds of years, which is a deeper destiny and life than blood. You're caught off guard by the request because as your baby grows, you're thinking it's time to go back to work.

That night, Jing Yuan read stories to baby Yanqing and put him to bed with a plush toy sword. He added some aphrodisiac to the jasmine tea and walked up to the room and handed it to you. This has been a habit for months. You sip your tea while listening to your husband talk about family planning. You firmly turned him down, wanting to go back to work instead of being a housewife, and since you're not suited to work at the Seat of Divine Foresight, maybe you could apply to work in another departments of the Cloud Knights?

Jing Yuan tells you that you don't need to worry about work anymore. You feel confused as your cheeks heat up, the pain and swelling between your thighs need attention, and you still don't understand what he means. The tall white-haired husband just walks behind your back with a mysterious smile and starts rubbing your tits. He lifts your dress up to reveal your bra. He blows a warm breath in your ear and rubs your little pearl through the panties. His thrusts go deep down, leaving his seed in the opening of your cervix even as you tearfully beg him to stop and use contraception.

A few months later, you are wearing a baggy skirt and sitting in the courtyard. After training, Yanqing trots to your side and tries to chat with the baby. Jing Yuan watched all this with satisfaction.

He knows where to buy those ovulation inducers and which days are your ovulation days.

[jenoslutie]

Hi everyone! i know a lot of you might know jasmine aka xuhuihuis (formerly jasminexox5) who was a writer on here (she has deactivated now) but jasmine was a minor. 17 years old and writing smut for the past 2-3 years. As bad as that already is, however, that’s not the only thing she’s done. She's lied about her entire life to us.

- she claimed she was a lawyer working in a law firm but she was supposedly 23 at the time and you…cannot be a lawyer at 23.

- she made up a fake Korean boyfriend named Jaehyun (also the name of her nct bias…how ironic.)

- and not only that. she lied about being pregnant. she told people she was pregnant and made up a full story of how her being a bitch to everyone is due to the pregnancy hormones (dot dot dot.) she lied about a lot of things like the stolen ultrasound pic, her saying that her dad was racist and her saying that her mom wasn’t supportive of her pregnancy and then faking a gender reveal. It was a lot.

- To top it all off, we found out that not only is she fucked up, she’s also a minor. She faked being a 2000 liner when in reality she was born in 2007

she was someone i was close to for a while but i noticed her lying about very little things and it made her look really suspicious but then when she pulled out the pregnancy test pic i KNEW. it was fake. she proceeded to send ultrasound pictures that were taken from the internet

she even took it as far as faking cutting off her parents because they don’t approve of her pregnancy (which wasn’t even real)

she lied about having a bunch of tattoos only to later send a picture of her fake baby bump and there were no tattoos in sight.

we called her out and she immediately deactivated her tumblr and has not once spoken since. though everytime i did try to call her out on her pregnancy facts being incorrect, she’d just blame it on the baby and her pregnancy hormones which made absolutely no sense.

she was a writer for zerobaseone, nct and seventeen. i will keep an eye peeled in the tags and if she tries to come back, i will update.

this serves as your reminder to not believe everything someone tells you on the internet and be cautious of who you talk to out here.

[kiwanopie]

Hello

How are you?

How would lord crime Kyoomi react when he knew that now - after the heated honeymoon- he is expecting 🙊

Thank you ❤️

If he found out you were pregnant with his baby?

There’s a very specific indication you find, that usually signals when your doting criminal kingpin husband is about to cry. He doesn’t do it often. Sometimes it’s just hearing him silently weep in the shower, or feeling his tears soak into the fabric of your sleep shirt on those particularly gruesome nights, but you usually know when he’s about to do it. Regardless of how he might try to remain inconspicuous.

First it’s a sniffle. A wet little intake of breath usually tailed by frantic blinking. He usually ducks his head or tries to turn his back, in worse cases he just opts to bury his face in his hands to maintain some semblance of dignity. - A few hushed curses, pained twitch of the brow, and a loss at where to put his hands; try as he might, he attempts to hold himself back but then it comes:

The hiccup.

There’s a pregnancy test buried in his bathroom trash can.

Which was already cause to turn frantic and teary-eyed, especially when he knows you’ve been in and out of sickness these few weeks since returning from your honeymoon. It looks like you tried to hide it under some gathered tissue. Face down at the bottom of the bin and he’s only lucky he caught that tronic plastic he assumed was a discarded thermometer at first. In any other case he’d be mortified at the idea of rifling through a trash can, but he dives in without so much as thinking twice. Knocking the poor thing on its side as he snatches the little lodge out of the bin and gapes at those automated letters.

“Pregnant.”

You’re having his baby.

Concerned wife that you are, you rush into your joint bathroom at what sounds like genuine sobbing from the door of your bedroom. First thing you think is that something awful happened; maybe a bust at his office, maybe an unanticipated call from his father. But you rush in like you’re worried he’s dying, and you barely get the chance to barge in the bathroom before you’re nearly tripping over.

Kiyoomi’s tall and solid, even from his knelt position on the bathroom floor. His arms are stable and unavoidable, they’re wrapped around your lower torso before you can even realize they are. Kneeling before you and holding onto your waist for dear life, you card your fingers through his hair as his tears stain through the front of your dress.

You peep the tipped over trash can and immediately start to sweat. “Why didn’t… Why didn’t you tell me..?”

“I was waiting to tell you at dinner.” You lie instead of telling him you were still debating on whether to keep it or not. “I’m just-… I was nervous.”

You can feel his eyebrows furrow against your lower stomach. “Wha- Did you not think I’d want it?”

You didn’t think he could handle it. This guy already loves you to a degree that’s - in its best light - a little startling. Fawning over you like you get newer everyday and scaring himself gray at the prospect of ever losing you, you can’t so much as step a foot outside without at least ten of his drones hovering over you like clock work. ~ Yesterday you stumbled during a trek to the garden and not even a second later was he calling you on your cell, chiding you for not being more careful of the roots and sending one of his men to pick the jasmines for you.

So, you and a baby? You, barefoot, pregnant, and vulnerable? Holding a physical representation of all the love he’s felt and given to you. You and an heir that’ll be equal parts him and equal parts you and probably all he's ever wanted in the world besides having you all to himself. He’d go crazy. He wouldn’t let you leave the house, or so much as step a foot off of the bed without a palanquin lifting you up immediately after. - And when that baby comes?

Oh, god when that baby comes. “I didn’t want to overwhelm you,” You say. “I know you’ve been busy with work, and you already worry so much. I was afraid a baby would only add more pressure.”

“Angel,” Kiyoomi finally starts to rise on his feet. Cupping your cheeks as he guides your head up at him and meets you with the kind of gaze that says he’s far gone. “Baby, you-… I don’t even know what to say. Pressure? My fucking god-“

He kisses you swiftly, and then again, and then two more times for good measure. “We’re having a baby. You made me a father. I don’t- I can’t even describe how happy you’ve made me.”

“I love you,” a fifth kiss, this time a little slow, next one a little tender. Wetting your cheeks with his that are still damp and finally forgoing his kisses for a tight embrace that submerges you in him. Kiyoomi rubs you down your head and back so earnestly that you almost wanna purr. He’s nothing if not a master at making you feel like the best thing in the world. “I love you and I can't thank you enough. You’re giving me a child.”

You start to tear up a little at his praise and the way his voice breaks as he lauds you like you’re heaven. You're not sure if it's the hormones or the treatment that's choking you up like this, but it's overwhelming to say the least. “I love you too, Kiyoomi. So much.”

“So much.” He parrots. And he sniffles as you melt into him.

He’s truly never letting you out of his sight.

He's truly never letting you out of his sight.

[reallyromealone]

Hello, the death note person if you can’t tell 🌚

Can you do L x male omega reader?

Reader is pregnant and he’s a lot more emotional, and is very clingy, also can you add L’s reaction to meeting his pup? A baby girl if that’s ok ^^

That’s pretty much it, bye :)

Of course!

Warning

Omegaverse, male reader, mpreg, fluff, alpha L, Omega reader

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

(name) snuggled into the blankets as L worked away on the computer, the Alpha working on a case as he had been for the past few hours "alpha..." (Name) mumbled sleepily catching his boyfriends attention as L lazily turned his head to look at his mate "yes (name)?" L asked in his usual monotone voice "cuddle?" He asked sweetly, the Omega was incredibly needy lately due to his pregnancy.

L kept (name) and their mating a complete secret for his safety due to L's job.

"You're very needy" L said with a slow blink but got up anyways and wandered to his mate and crawled from the foot of the bed to (name) and let the Omega pull him close. L was indifferent to physically contact, rather awkward with the process and let his mate take the lead.

L instinctively put his hand on his mates rounded belly, gently rubbing the round surface "she's been kicking.." (name) mumbled as they cuddled, smiling as L leaned into more.

"That means she's healthy..." L said simply feeling a tiny foot against his palm.

"I think she missed her dad..." (Name) mumbled finally falling asleep with the smell of L, the smells of jasmine and raspberry.

L got (name) an expensive private room in the hospital, a highly trained team of doctors and everything the Omega could need.

(Name) was in labor for 12 hours, screaming and by time it was over he was ready to pass out "where's my baby..." (Name) asked as the nurses cleaned the crying bundle before handing her to (name) "our baby..." (Name) laughed deliriously as the babe was set on his chest, the two contact bonding and the babe immediately calming down "she's perfect..."

L was hesitant as he sat normally for his daughter, (name) offering her to him as the Omega desperately needed rest "sleep, I'll watch her" L said taking the baby and watching (name) pass out.

L was silent as he stared at the baby who had his wild black hair and gently scented her.

L didn't really have much of an opinion during the pregnancy, he knew his mate was pregnant but... He didn't realy process it till now.

This was his daughter.

His baby...

"Hello..." L said almost confused, unsure how to greet his daughter as the babe made little sounds "(name)-- your other father-- is sleeping so it's just us right now, you're not good at communicating so I will hold the conversation for now but I hope you take this time to build good talking points" L said knowing his babe couldnt understand but continued talking anyways as the little one seemed to enjoy the alphas voice.

(Name) heard this and smiled, listening as L communicated to the newborn like an adult but was also still aware that this was a baby.

He knew L would do great.

[daddy-suguru]

Suguru's pregnant wife waking him up at night because she can't sleep because her tits are sore and leaking and she wants him to do something about it since he's the one who did this to her

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❥ explicit, lactation kink, suguru holds no guilt for his crimes against your swollen tits, fingering, suguru has a breeding kink

Suguru had the day off tomorrow meaning through the past couple of hours he lay sleeping next to you. While you struggle go fall asleep due to the soreness of your swollen tits. Which had gotten back up due to Suguru bottle feeding baby Jasmine last, since he wanted to feed her. And you wanted a moment to wash baby throw up off of you in a hot shower.

You had meant to pump but you didn’t like it. Which resulted in you putting it off. Since you preferred having Suguru soft lips wrap around your nipple. While he gently massages the tender fat of your breasts.

Biting into your bottom lip as the thought of waking him up crossed your mind. After all he should tale responsibility for what his cock caused. He should suck the milk out of your tits and fuck you till you fall asleep.

Rolling onto your side causing some milk to trickle out of your nipples. Soaking Suguru bagging shirt, which you use for a night gown, even more. Causing you to whine,

“Sugar suck the milk out of my tits so they feel better. You did this to me.” Shaking Suguru shoulder while he grumbles,

“And I’ll do it again, while you beg for it sweet mama.” He slowly sits up and gets on top of you. Straddling your hips while propping himself up with one of his large hands close to your face on the fluffy pillow.

Tracing a finger down his bare chest, and telling Suguru, “It’s your fault getting me cock drunk. I can’t help but beg for your warm cum it feels so good inside of me. But this doesn’t, please Sugar my breasts ache and I need you to make them feel better.” Suguru shivers at the soft touch.

You love the way the soft golden glow of the nightlight is catching his face. The golden light highlighting the way his plush lips look as they part with a groan. When you reach his hard cock, with twitches. The tip of him lifting off your stomach before dropping back down.

Suguru grabs your arm and pins it above your head while telling you, “I’ll gladly accept fault and take pride in making your tits fat and swollen. And making your belly round so you have to waddle around. Your pussy also gets warmer when you’re pregnant, feels so fucking good I already want to fill you up again ma.” Grabbing the bottom of the shirt lifting it up over your tits.

Dipping his head low and lowly groaning, “I love sucking on your pretty nipples while playing with my soft pussy. Hold my hair for me while I do.” Wrapping his lips around your nipples while you gather his long dark hair. Holding it out of his face, as he lets go of your other wrist. Which you place on his back, digging your nails into his skin.

Whimpering to him, “Sugar please don’t tease I need you.” And with that the relief when he sucks and the milk starts to fill his mouth makes you pull his hair.

Suguru slips his hand between your legs which you part for him. And when he pushes his thick finger deep inside you, curling it and rubbing that sweet spot he knew so well. You have to bite into your bottom lip in an effort to remind yourself to keep your moans down.

Grinding your hips, as Suguru swallows and pulls away, telling you, “I’m sure if I just squeezes your swollen tit with my hand milk would just squirt out your soft nipples.” And when he cups your other breast, it doesn’t take much pressure before milk is trickling out of your nipple.

Suguru squeezes a little harder while he wraps is lips around your nipple. Groaning as the milk coats his tongue. While he quickens the pace of his finger, and slipping another one inside.

The soft burning stretch just two of Suguru’s thick fingers give you making you squirm. And clench around Suguru’s fingers, while he pulls away from your nipple. Letting it go with a soft pop, while he softly massages your breast.

Suguru ask, “Can your soft pussy clench my cock like that when I fill you full of my cum hmm mama?”

[and-so-he-rambled]

Library

(An excerpt from the prequel to Gotham Rogue Vlad Masters. Vlad is 29, Jazz is 6, Danny is 4)

Masterlist

Vlad was still a weak man, no matter how much he tried not to be.

He sat in the castle library, knees pulled to his chest and eyes trained on the cassette player sitting on the oak coffee table. The library was one of his favorite parts of the castle and one of the reasons he’d fallen in love with the place. Most of the books had been about cheese, its history and the many ways to make it, but he was slowly replacing them with his own collection. Currently it was mostly the well loved science textbooks he’d obsessed over in his teens, but he had several boxes of the classical literature he’d started reading in his free time. He’d despised fiction for most of his life, but he could appreciate it now.

Vlad leaned forward and pressed the rewind button.

“Hey Vladdy!” The tinny voice of Jack filtered through the speaker of the cassette player. “Remember how Maddie was pregnant? Not anymore! We have a daughter Vladdy! Can you believe it?”

Vlad stared at the black plastic speaker, a mask of emotionless on his face even as every emotion rushed through him.

“She’s beautiful V-man! Has her mother’s hair! She’s six pounds, did you know how tiny babies are? She’ll need to do a lot of catching up to me!” Jack laughed boisterously, air whooshing through the speaker as the phone was moved.

“Say hi to Vlad!”

There was a crackling sigh, tired but fond, and then she spoke.

“Jack, I’m feeding the baby. Hi Vlad, hope you’re well.” Vlad took a shuddering breath, mouth tasting like bile. She sounded so serene, so alive.

“Can’t wait for you to meet her Vladdy!” Jack yelled as he took the phone back, a little baby crying briefly before Maddie’s cooing quieted them. “We should all get together soon, the four of us! Jazzy is going to love her uncle, I just know it!”

The last day he saw Jack and Maddie in person was the lab accident. He’d obsessed over pictures and recordings, over website updates and phone calls, but he hadn’t seen them once since he died. Ten years, in a few months it would be ten years since the accident, and nine since he died.

“Is that my dad?”

Vlad jumped, the leather in his armchair tearing as his claws slipped out.

He fought the urge to walk away, to continue putting on a strong facade and not caring about Jack and Maddie’s deaths. To not acknowledge it, maybe for the kids sake and maybe for his.

“Yes.”

Jasmine hesitated in the doorway, hands tucked away in the sleeves of her pajamas. She had plenty of nightgowns, but she loved keeping her arms and hands covered as much as possible. After a long moment Vlad motioned her to come in and watched her slink around the edge of the room until she stood at his side.

“I recorded these a long time ago. This was when you were born.” He reached down and pressed the rewind button, the mechanical wirr filling the room at the tape rewinded.

“Hey Vladdy!”

They listened to Jack’s boisterous voice together.

“Why…” Jazz sniffled, trying to hide her tears with her sleeves. “Why didn’t you ever come? Dad always called you, and he’d get sad, and mom would say you’re busy. Why didn’t you wanna see us?”

“Oh Jasmine, it wasn’t anything you and Daniel did.” It wasn’t. It was the idea of them, the idea of the perfect happy family of his enemy and first love while he learned to puppet his own corpse. He couldn’t face that until he was forced to.

Jazz set on the edge of the leather ottoman, eyes drawn to the tape as it ended with a click. She watched him silently as he opened the shoebox and placed the ejected tape inside.

“…can I pick one?” Vlad hesitated. Nobody had ever seen his tapes, let alone touched them. They were precious to him, the only weakness he had allowed himself, but Jack and Maddie were gone now. These memories weren’t ones he could selfishly hide, they belonged to Jazz and Daniel now as well.

He pushed the box towards her, watching her fingers peek from beneath the fabric of her sleeves and run along the cassette labels. She pulled out a tape labeled for Daniel’s birth, handing it to her godfather. She continued to look through the tapes as he placed the cassette inside and started it.

“V-man! I bet I just missed ya! I come with big news, you’re an uncle! Again!” Jack laughed loudly, probably throwing his head back and screwing up his eyes the way he always did, with his cheeks and nose flushed from joy and his eyes bright. Vlad’s chest ached.

“His name is Daniel James Fenton and he’s a chip off the old block! Still small, but he’ll be just like his dad, I know it! Jazzy is so excited to be a big sister!” The audio crackled before a small child was heard.

“Hello!” A two year old Jazz yelled.

“It’s Uncle Vlad!“

“Vlad! Unk Vlad! Hello!”

“He’s not actually on the line dear.” Maddie could be heard in the background. She sounded exhausted, but fond of her husband and daughter.

“Oh. Bye-bye.”

Jack laughed again, so uncaring and free and infuriating.

“I’ll call back later since you’re busy, V-man. Love you!”

“Jack, it’s talk later, not I Love You.” Maddie corrected.

“But I love him?” Jack sounded confused as the line clicked and the tape reached its end.

Jazz was trying hard to keep her composure, but there were tears in her eyes.

“Jasmi-“

“When I was little, I thought you were like Santa.” Her voice was wavering, eyes wide as she tried not to blink and let tears fall. Vlad didn’t correct her that she was still little.

“I thought all kids had an Uncle Vlad that their dad made up to make them feel better. But you were real, you were real and you still didn’t come see us. Not until mom and dad died and you had to!”

Vlad didn’t know what to say as angry tears spilled over against the six year olds best efforts, hands flying up to hastily scrub away the evidence.

“Why do you keep pretending you want us? I don’t wanna go back to the hospital and I don wanna lose Danny but you didn’t want us!”

Vlad hadn’t wanted to suddenly have his former friend’s children in his home, but he couldn’t fathom them being with anyone else. He dug to the bottom of the tape box to find the only college photo he hadn’t torn up or defaced. They all looked so young, all wearing lab coats and hanging off each other. No one was looking at the camera and Jack had pulled both Vlad’s and Maddie’s feet off the ground from how hard he hugged.

“I loved your parents.” He handed her the most precious thing he had, even more than his signed football that he’d viscously outbid a children’s hospital for. Though, maybe it wasn’t anymore.

She took it gently, scarred fingers peeking out and running over her parents faces.

“Then why?” She whispered, lip quivering as she brushed her knuckle down her mom’s curls.

Why indeed.

“I got hurt, and I had to get better.” Her father had caused it, had killed him, and he’d suffered, but she didn’t need to know that. As much as he hated Jack he wouldn’t corrupt her memories of her father. “I was hurt for a long time, and when I finally was better I realized how much I missed, and it was far too late.”

“Dad used to say you were busy, when I was little it was because you were sick, but last time he said you had a company now, and you were a business man. He was really happy.”

Vlad bit his tongue until he tasted blood, setting down the tape he was holding before he crushed it. How did Jack have the right to be happy for him after ruining his life?!

“I see.”

“Uncle Vlad?” Jazz brushed hair from her eyes, looking so much like her mom aside from the light streak. Maddie always had naturally straight hair despite the hours spent making it curly each morning.

“Yes dear?”

“You promise you won’t make us leave when you don’t want us anymore?”

Vlad’s core twinged as white hot pain shot through it. It was still healing after his obsession break, but it had been doing much better lately. Henry played off the pain without showing it, huffing a puff of smoke out his nostrils and leveling her with a serious look.

“Jasmine.” He offered his hands palms up, and she slowly reached out to touch the very tips of her fingers to them.

“I am never going to not want you and your brother. In fact, I will commit crimes against humanity before I let either of you be taken from me.”

Jazz considered that for a moment.

“What if you die?” She whispered, betraying her worries.

“Oh Jasmine.” He grinned, perhaps with too many teeth. “I’m a very hard man to kill.”

They listened to a few more tapes until Jazz was fast asleep curled under his arm, finally relaxed in the presence of her parent’s voices. She was easy to carry back to bed, but he took his time crossing the house to the kid’s room.

[markjelol1112]

Valentines day marriage

A Winter x Karina ( winrina ) special 18+

Karina and Winter have being engaged for 1 year and there marriage is not far from it Mark asked Killian to come with him to his girlfriend her final karate world championship but Killian told him that he has other plans because Winter invited him to her house she wants ask Killian something but she is scared if Karina find it out

Winter why you ask me to come over we broke up long time ago." Killian said

Killian I wanna do it again and I wanted with you." Winter said

Okay then I do this condom around my d*** and we can start with this last time." Killian said again

At the seoul dome in South Korea Mark Daniël Thomas Ningning Giselle and Karina where watching jasmine her finals of the world championship karate and she is 1 point of being world champion of Belgium

You got this baby I trust in you." Mark said again

But Karina feels her worried about that Winter didn't come with her for this

Back at the house Killian put the condom around his d*** and wanna do it safely but Winter refuse that he use that condom so she pull it of his d***

Uhm why you doing this." Killian said again

And Winter whispered something in his ear that will in his head for a long time

Make me pregnant." Winter whispered In Killian his ear

But Killian don't wanna have trouble with Winter her parents he told them to use condoms and Mark told him that to to use condoms but he did it anyways he put his d*** in Winter and she started to moaning

Oh yeah fuck me Killian do it do it." Winter said while moaning

Back at the world championship karate in South Korea jasmine has crowned herself as the new world champion karate and Mark I happier that he hold his tears for the trophy ceremony

In 3rd place Germany." The announcer said

In 2nd place the Netherlands." The announcer said again

And your now world champion make some noise for jasmine from Belgium." The announcer said again

And Mark was super happy that he wanna celebrate it as jasmine hold the world championship karate golden trophy in the air Mark started to cry

As the anthem of Belgium started to play Mark Daniël and Thomas where singing because that's their home country their place they grown up

At the moment when Killian and Winter having s*x he c***** in Winter her stomach

Winter moaning a little bit when it was done then Killian received a text message from Mark to come to the cafe to celebrate jasmine her world champion karate trophy she earned

Winter whatever you do don't tell anyone about this okay." Killian said again

Okay I hope I'm pregnant then I will let you know." Winter said again

And Killian covered his face only his eyes where seen when he walked out the house Ningning saw him running

Who was that Ningning." Karina said again

I don't know but I could only see his eyes and that's recognised me of someone but who." Ningning said again

As Killian came to the cafe Mark saw that Killian has done something terrible

Killian what's wrong." Mark said again

Nothing Mark." Killian said again

Then Mark received a message from Ningning that Winter is not okay

But they must wait if something has happened with Winter

When Mark Daniël Thomas Killian and Jasmine are back home Killian felted guilty of something he did without using condoms as protection to don't make Winter pregnant but Killian still hear the words from Winter make me pregnant is what Winter whispered in his ears

The end p1