#pregnancy fanfic

[ironstrange1991]

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Synopsis: The reader is living her best life with her three Stephens when is confronted by a new reality: an unexpected pregnancy that could tear their relationship apart.

Warnings: Polyamorous relationship dynamics, jealousy, toxic relationship traits, sexual content. (Other warnings will be added in their appropriate chapters)

CHAPTER ONE: WHAT IT MEANS TO US

The reader is faced with an unexpected pregnancy and fears what this could mean for her unconventional relationship.

CHAPTER TWO: WHAT IT DOES TO US

As the first weeks go by, the reader tries to understand how she feels about being pregnant while the Stephens begin to be affected by it in a very intense way.

CHAPTER THREE (COMING SOON)

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[carefulignorantghost]

We Meet Again

You realize you’re pregnant, but only after you and Alex have broken up. 6 years pass and you’re looking for a house cleaning job and Alex becomes your boss unknowingly.

Warnings: breakup and pregnancy discussions

You stared at the pregnancy test. It read positive.

You had symptoms such as a missed period and nausea, but you didn’t think you were pregnant. You had always been careful with Alex; he always used condoms. But you broke up a few weeks ago.

“Y/N, how the fuck do you think I feel? I don’t want to do this, but I just don’t love you anymore.” Alex said frustrated, with his hands in the air. “I don’t love you anymore!” He yelled. “I’ve moved on from you, Y/N! I want something casual; I don’t want a relationship anymore.”

You just stared at him in shock. You had been together for 3 and a half years; since you were both 14. Yes, he was acting distant, but you thought he was just stressed.

“When did you fall out of love?” You asked him, stepping forward.

“It’s been a few months. How did you not notice?” Alex said coldly.

You looked away from him. “I thought you were stressed, Al.”

“Well, you were wrong, Y/N.” He looked down at you.

“I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to come off as the clingy girlfriend who worries about everything!” You yelled.

“You already were the clingy girlfriend. And now I want to be able to have fun without you clinging onto me.”

Alex walked out the door.

And here you were; staring at the pregnancy test, unable to look at anything else.

What was gonna happen now? What were you gonna tell your parents?

You weren’t going to tell Alex. You figured he wouldn’t care.

***

Your parents were upset when you told them.

“How could you be so careless, Y/N?!” Your mom yelled, standing up from her seat. Your dad sat beside her, still in shock.

“Mom, I swear we were careful! Condoms don’t always work!” You said exasperated.

“Well, obviously! You’re fucking pregnant, Y/N!” Your mom said.

***

Your mom came in your room later that night.

“Honey, it’s ok if you choose to keep the baby.” She sat down on the bed and reached to hold your hand.

“But what about university?” You questioned.

“We’ll figure it out. It’s ok. You’re gonna be ok.” She hugged you.

6 years later.

You had moved to Los Angeles to focus on modeling. You worked two other jobs to support you and your daughter. But you weren’t getting booked and your modeling agency fired you.

Your daughter, Lila, was asleep and you were on your computer, looking at house cleaning jobs. You were laid off a couple days ago and desperately needed a job.

You saw a really high offer local to LA.

You clicked on it.

“I need someone who can clean my house and run errands for me. You can move into the guest bedroom if you’d like. Will pay $200 per day. No extra water and electricity fees.”

You immediately messaged the person.

“Hey, I’d love to work for you. I have a 6 year old daughter and would need to move in. Would that be okay?” You sent the message and waited for a response.

The person replied almost immediately.

“No problem at all. My name’s Al, by the way. The address is ——. Are you able to move in next week?”

“Yes, I am.” You responded.

***

You had just dropped off your daughter at school. You stood outside Al’s place with your luggage. He lived in a mansion in North Hollywood. The mansion was a modern style with sharp angles and lines. It looked about three stories tall, and had a huge balcony.

You walked up the pathway to the front door and rang the doorbell.

You heard the door unlock and open.

You were greeted by a familiar face.

Alex.

You stared at each other, making sure this was actually happening.

Alex looked just the same but brand new to you. His hair was gelled into a quiff and his features were even more angular. Alex wore a black leather jacket and tight jeans.

“Wow, erm- I-“ Alex began.

“How are you?” You asked, trying to stay calm. Seeing him brought up so many feelings and questions. You thought you had gotten over him, but the hurt he caused just settled into your bones.

“Come in, come in.” Alex said ignoring your question but motioning for you to come inside. He lead you to the living room before sitting on the couch. You sat on the chair opposite him.

“God, Y/N. It’s been fucking forever. How are you?” Alex said worriedly.

“Umm… There’s a lot that’s happened. I worked as a model for many years up until recently. Brands weren’t booking me, so my agency fired me.” You paused. “That was a week and a half ago. And now here I am.” You explained. It was difficult for you to talk about what you had previously thought Alex would be with you for.

“Oh my God, Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Alex furrowed his brow.

“And how have you been, Al?” You asked. How did it come to this?

“Life’s been going pretty well. The Monkeys and I have been releasing albums and going on tours. We’re actually working on our fifth album.” He said shyly.

“I’m really happy for you, Alex.” You said genuinely. But you wondered what your life would’ve looked like if you were still together.

“Thank you.” He smiled at you before pausing.

He then asked cautiously, “And you have a 6 year old daughter? When did that happen? I never saw you with another guy…”

You didn’t speak for a few moments. “Alex, put the timeline together.” You crossed your arms nervously.

Alex thought for a few seconds before he figured it out.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Y/N?” He looked hurt.

“We didn’t exactly end on the best terms, Al. And you wanted to have the typical college experience and I get that. I really do.” You recalled his words.

“And I didn’t want to burden you by telling you I’m pregnant with your baby.” You said bluntly.

[radiocam]

Sleeping Beauty ✨🌙

teaser illustration for chapter 13

[soulls-at-505]

PAIRING: Alex Turner x Pregnant!Y/n

REQUESTED: no

WARNINGS: language, pregnant yn, reader breakers down, paparazzi

SUMMARY: Alex takes his pregnant girlfriend to a dessert cafe

A/N: tried to make it gender neutral but reader has the ability to have kids so, italics is a flash back, as always. also it’s short and kinda shite but oh well i want to post more

“Are ya sure you’re alright love?” Alex muttered to me quietly as he wrapped his arm around my waist, his warm hand resting on my stomach.

“I’m sure baby.” I assured him, smiling. It was a quiet Sunday, a cool breeze coming through the thin clouds, hiding a beautiful blue sky. It was still fairly early and so we were undisturbed, luckily.

“Y/n you can’t just go out like that! It was so busy in town, you could’ve gotten hurt! We talked about this love, with our tour over, the press want gossip. They’ll want to catch you in public eye, so for gods sake, stay here until I can come with you!” your boyfriend said with a pinch of his nose bridge. I hated to admit, but I kind of agreed. Today was just so stressful. I just wanted to get a new pyjama set, but I got caught by nosey paparazzi, blocking my car into the car park. Then, I left my keys at home, so Al had to come home early to let me in. “I’m sorry Al..” I tried to say, but my emotions got the best of me, and I broke down crying in his arms. I felt his warm hand rubbing my back, soft whispers of

“Shh, it’s okay love” and

“I didn’t mean to raise my voice, I’m so sorry baby”

filled my ears. At least I had Alex to confide with.

He looked so perfect. Soft brown hair, gentle eyes, handsome jawline, picture perfect nose, comforting arms. Just so perfect. I was so lucky to have him. I must have been staring for a second too long, as he glanced over and chuckled to himself.

“Like what you see?”

“Of course I do you muppet I wouldn’t be carrying your baby otherwise.” I commented back, smirking wittily.

”After you, love.” He said softly, opening the pale pink door of the cafe. The interior was something about of a romcom. Beautifully decorated walls, fairy lights littering the ceiling, and a sparkling clean countertop, filled with brownies, cakes, cookies and more. Just the sight gave me diabetes. But if baby craves cake, then we’ll get cake. We sat in the corner, on a small table, and we each picked out a small treat each. The radio buzzed quietly in the background, but me and Al weren’t listening, too busy chatting to pay attention to anything else. Gentle taps from our baby would arise every so often, clearly hinting that the food was wanted. During the pregnancy, I’d developed an insanely sweet tooth. I’m surprised Alex can even eat cookies anymore with the amount I’ve ordered. Nonetheless, as long as I was happy, he was happy.

The food arrived not long after, and I could not wait to eat it. Al thought it was hilarious that I ate too fast and got hiccups, but it wasn’t my fault the baby wanted it.

“Excuses, excuses.” he laughed, placing his hand on my thigh. To which I responded with my middle finger.

The peacefulness of the cafe combined with the love me and Al had for each other, and our growing baby, kept me happy for the day, and brought a tear to my eye. Bloody hormones. Al was quick to comfort me, though. And with him in my life, that was all that mattered.

[lilpotatjj]

Could you please write a ff about Sam and Cait being pregnant/having a baby? I beat their kids have strong Scottish name and they would bickering about the right name.

Thank you for your request. Yes I will write the next days. Writing about pregnancy is fun and I already did in other FF's. Love some strong scottish names.💙💚❤️

[thekimspoblog]

Finally uploaded the missing chapter of "Sheepdog" to AO3! Please check it out!

“It’s not a problem. It’s great. It’s really, really great”

“But?”

“This all feels like it’s happening so fast. I mean we never even talked about whether we wanted a family. And then the attack today. I just…”

“Well the attack was relevant. I should tell you that. I think what that person stabbed me with was some kinds of hormones. But I don’t know. I’d been thinking about this. Personally, I could have gone either way. We could have kept living like a pair of upper-crust hypocrites indefinitely, and I would have been fine with that. But at the same time, I wonder where I’m going to be twenty years out, and sometimes I think a shelf full of awards wouldn’t be enough to look back on. Honestly, I’d resigned myself that if it happens, it happens. And it… well…” she vaguely gestured to herself.

“I mean I know how much ‘traditional’ bores you. And hey! That makes two! But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have my fingers crossed things would land this way. You know, you say you’re going to make your life about your career, traveling all over the world, living the life of danger, to everyone remaining a stranger, other song lyrics. But then WHAM! You fall in love before you even realize it, and you start to rethink; Hey! The big house, and the two-point-five kids, and the white picket fence, and the dog named Spot. Maybe I can do it. Maybe cliche isn’t so bad. Maybe the thought of losing them is too painful to make straying from home worth it”

She looked at him with concern.

“Please… keep it” He glanced down at his shoes “I mean it’s your body, and I respect that, so you have the final word on this. But please. It would break my heart”

“What? Jimmy, no. It’s not about that. I’m not… You’re right. This is a lot to get our heads around. But we have plenty of time for that. And right now I’m too fucking hungry to think about it” She made her way over to the kitchen and started poking through the cabinets “What do you want? I don’t think i can handle fish right now. I could make spaghetti, but we’re out of sauce. What about pancakes? We can do a breakfast-for-dinner thing”

“Uh sure. Whatever you want. Breakfast, dinner, lunch”

Kim turned around “Are you sure YOU’RE okay? You look kind of pale”

“Never been better” He flashed her a tentative smile. “We’re really doing this thing?”

She leaned against the cabinets with her arms folded. She beamed at her husband confidently “Hell yeah”

Reluctant to sit down on the couch, he hastily proffered one last comment. “You’re gonna be a great mom”

She stopped whisking the batter and peered out into the living room. Without warning, her eyes had started to mist ever so slightly. “Thanks.” she answered matter-of-factly, and then realized the polite thing to do would have been to return the compliment. But she discovered she couldn’t hand out such accolades so liberally. When she wasn’t sure if it was true.

[gojoshooter]

HER HO!NY HUSBAND : GOJO SATORU

tw. suggestive, gojo flashes his goodies

Husband!Gojo coming out of the shower with a wet muscular body and a piece of towel hanging along his waist—only to see his wife laying on the bed right in front of him.

Pregnant Wife!Yn who had been insecure of her growing belly and weight since a couple months due to her pregnancy, watches Gojo check her from head to toe, an unexplainable look on his handsome pale face.

Sitting upright, she fixes her loose garments. Maybe he’s finally come to the realisation of not being such a big fan of my mom body.

Husband!Gojo sensing her dejected mood, snaps out of his internal thoughts as he decides to reach out and sit next to her instead.

“Baby? Something’s bothering?” he asks softly, tucking a long strand of hair behind her ear.

Pregnant Wife!Yn ever a self-conscious overthinker, mumbles while looking up at her husband, “I saw you gazing at me few a many times now...” she fixes her garment again, in embarrassment “like... weirdly. You start looking stiff all of a sudden, as if you want to confess something. About my bad shape maybe.”

At her confession, Satoru pauses, lips parted open slightly and not sure which part to explain first. He brings a wet but comforting hand on her swollen belly.

“Silly girl. Are you worrying about your plump little adorable tummy again? I told you I like it.”

Pregnant Wife!Yn frowns, not really sure of his words. “Really? Then how would you explain everytime you stopped to stare at me? Your face doesn't seem as if you love it—or even like it, Toru.”

Husband!Gojo who shakes his head, body turning more towards her distressed wife. “I don't like it? I love you and every part of you babe, you know me.”

Yn sighs softly, looking down with an upset face. “I do... but maybe i shouldn't have asked for a baby. I just... I feel like you'd have appreciated my old body more, Toru.”

Satoru snaps his head towards her, eyebrows raised in disbelief. This was his last straw. She has to know what his pregnant, innocent wife does to him.

As he stands up slowly from the edge of the bed, he makes sure she's all eyes and ears. “Oh really now. Then I must give you a real reason to never regret your baby with me...”

Undoing the towel hooked on his dripping wet waist, the white haired man reveals his lower half of the riches. As her eyes set down, there comes in view an almost fully hard wet length of Gojo Satoru.

Pregnant Wife!Yn being taken aback, is unable to react for a good few first seconds, mouth agape. Light hue of red crawls up the neck to settle on her cheeks, when her husband hums in question.

“Mm? You see this? This is what you do to me, silly girl.”

Everything seemed suddenly more reasonable—Gojo stealing those frequent long gazes, his odd body language while he checks his pregnant wife out. Gojo gets aroused.

Pregnant Wife!Yn tears her gaze away from his manhood, cold sweat making her feel more or less like her currently out of shower dripping wet husband. Oh the thoughts that might be running in his perverted brain, all the ways he could take you in and you wouldn't be moving away with all the weight you bear of his baby, but comply, and relish, and whine.

“Oh-oh...” she mumbles shyly, the revelation lessening her insecurity effectively more than all sweet words combined could have ever had.

an. husband gojo >>> also this is my 1k readers special! ty for giving my writings your time, love y'all. likes & rbs are appreciated <33

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[cinnamorollcrybaby]

How do you think Nanami would announce your pregnancy to Gojo and the jujutsu high cast…. Possible fic idea?

Rainbow Baby

Tags: Nanami x fem!Reader, ANGST, HURT/COMFORT, TW- mentions of a previous miscarriage, (is not described, but it’s heavily referenced), grief, tooth-rotting fluff at the end, happy ending that you and nanami deserve.

An: This is def not the fic that I accidentally wrote about the wrong character for. I definitely did not write this entire fic about Satoru before rereading your request and seeing that you clearly wrote for Nanami.

Nanami is a private man — not secretive, just private. While he loves when you visit school to see him because your presence eases his weary mind, he doesn’t flaunt you around to his coworkers. It’s honestly just a known thing around the school that Kento has a very pretty wife who he doesn’t introduce to anyone.

There is only one exception to the rule: the man who isn’t afraid of anything and has no concept of social boundaries, Satoru Gojo.

Nanami watched in utter disdain as Satoru always found a way to inset himself into yours and Nanami’s conversations. He never bothered to hide how much Gojo gets on his nerves.

However, Satoru gets a pass. Nanami may shoot him death glares and give him short, irritated responses, but Nanami will never shoo him away.

Satoru gets a pass because he was the one who made sure you and Nanami didn’t drown in grief when you two lost your first little one.

Nanami hadn’t even told anyone that you were pregnant yet — it was so early on. You two were still enjoying keeping it a small secret between you two. However, Gojo picked up on it immediately after seeing you. You weren’t showing, but he could see the small bundle of yellow and orange energy radiating from your tummy with his six eyes.

To Nanami’s surprise, Satoru didn’t make a huge deal out of it. He shook Nanami’s hand while whispering a quiet congratulations into his ear. Nanami laughed as he realized that Satoru knew, and he pulled the white haired male into a hug.

Satoru immediately knew something was wrong when Nanami didn’t show up for work the next week. Deciding to check up on his friend, he stopped by yours and Nanami’s house.

Nanami looked like a wreck compared to his normally put together self when he answered the door. His skin was pale, dark bags under his puffy red eyes from crying. He was wearing a shirt and grey sweatpants. You looked even worse…

Satoru didn’t need an explanation whenever the small bundle of energy was no longer present in your tummy.

If it wasn’t for Satoru, Nanami was sure that the grief was going to consume both of you. You were… you were understandably a wreck, and Nanami was so heartbroken himself that he struggled to hold you together. He was the man of the relationship, but he lost a child too. He had to witness his wife go through the worst pain imaginable, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Satoru checked up on you two often. He never mentioned what he knew, which was comforting. He was just always there with a kind smile and food plus desserts. Even though you and Nanami barely would eat anything, Satoru would come over anyways.

He was the only thing constant and stable in yours and Nanami’s lives. He was the only one who knew, and he helped you two out with a level of empathy and care that Nanami didn’t know he was capable of. The house would get cleaned. Food would be served. Different bills and other miscellaneous items ended up being paid.

Soon, the grief became easier to deal with. You and Nanami learned how to cope with the loss and start living again. The grief books lie by the way. You never truly get over the loss of a baby. You just learn how to live with the subtle ache in your heart.

It sneaks up on you sometimes. You see a small baby on tv, and you’re in shambles. Nanami watches Kusakabe announce his wife’s pregnancy, and he has to excuse himself to the restroom for a breather.

Satoru spent father’s and mother’s day with you and Nanami. It’s not like he had any family to celebrate with anyways. He brought you two gifts - making sure to remind you two that you are still parents. Your little one just isn’t on this earth.

So when you see those two pink lines on a test a year later, you feel your heart stop. You can’t take another heartbreak. You’re so scared; you don’t even want to tell Nanami. You two weren’t exactly trying for another baby, but you weren’t preventing one either.

You and Nanami celebrated, cried, laughed, rejoiced, mourned, grieved, every emotion hit you two like a truck when you revealed your pregnancy to him.

You don’t stop by the school for a little while. You and Nanami are both not ready for Satoru to find out… especially not during the first trimester when it’s possible that miscarriage can happen again…

Once you hit 20 weeks and know the baby’s gender, you finally think it’s time to let Satoru know. Nanami reluctantly agrees — also because Satoru has been hounding Nanami for weeks about where you’ve been. Satoru misses the cookies you’d always bake for him.

“Do you have plans for dinner tonight?” Nanami asks the white haired male at work that evening. Satoru immediately perks up, knowing this is basically an invitation to come over.

“Nah, I was thinking about getting hot pot. Why?” Satoru asks, trying not to sound overly excited, but it’s a rarity when Nanami formally invites him over. He also hasn’t seen you in so long. He wants to spill all the new tea to you since you like that sort of thing, unlike Nanami.

“My wife baked those cookies you love so much. You should stop by tonight.” Oh, and Satoru was getting sweets? Hell yeah.

Though, the cookies wasn’t the biggest treat of the night. When Satoru enters your home behind Nanami, he walks to the kitchen where you’re standing over freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Your tummy is rounded, and there’s a strong accumulation of golden energy residing in you.

“You’re-!?” Satoru’s eyes widen and he flicks his head quickly between you and Nanami. Your husband playfully rolls his eyes, but his smile tells you everything you need to know. He’s proud to be announcing your pregnancy.

“Yes, she’s pregnant.” He answers with a laugh, and Gojo pulls him in for a tight hug. Even if Satoru lacks some social skills, he’s able to read people like a book. He knows that this is all you and Nanami have ever wanted — a little family to call your own.

Now, imagine his big blue eyes welling with tears when he sees the cookies have writing on them.

“Nice to meet you, Uncle Toru!”

Now, imagine how fucking ecstatic Nanami is when he finally gets the privilege to announce your pregnancy to the rest of the school. He’s private with his life, but after everything you two have been through, he happily announces your pregnancy to anyone — everyone.

Oh, and your baby girl, Satori, was born happy and healthy. Besides you and Nanami, Satoru was the first one to meet your sweet baby. Yes, he cried like he was the baby when he found out about her name.

[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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[quarterlifekitty]

Don't mind me, just daydreaming about the boys tracing their fingers and tongues along their pregnant wife's stretch marks, making her blush and whine and just melt like putty

Who knew that an offhanded complaint about the little changes to their hips or lower tummy would turn into that hahahahah.....

You’ve inspired me

Weaknesses 12: is there a possibly that I’m pregrant?

AKA their favorite parts of your pregnancy

Gaz just stares and stares at you because you have the glow. He used to think people were exaggerating about pregnant women being so radiant and beautiful, but now he thinks it was understated. You look like a renaissance painting of the Virgin Mary to him. And you know his camera roll is FULL of pictures of you, like, more so than before.

Soap loves you getting crazy horny from your whacked out hormones. You’ve got a slip n slide pussy and brother? He’s at a backyard barbecue with his swim trunks on.

Ghost kinda loves that you’re moody. He thinks it’s really funny when you get angry as fuck for next to no reason. You’re his tiger mama. Rawr.

Price loves how it gets you in the mood for nesting. How you pick out things to go in the nursery, how long you spend at different stores and by window displays just looking at toys and blankets and everything a baby could need… he thinks it looks like the most natural thing in the world.

König loves your big, soft, aching, leaking tits. I’ve discussed this before. But he’s a tit man. He loves to grab and squeeze, and now they’re even bigger and more sensitive, and full of sweet milk…. Dream come true for this guy.

Nikolai loves how hormonal it’s gotten you. How you get sensitive, a little needy for attention, how easy it is for you to be pushed to tears… he just loves to be there for you. The man likes you weakened and needy.

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗘𝗚𝗚𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗬

　　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where Matt uses his loss on the egg challenge as an excuse to reveal Y/N's pregnancy to his brothers.

WARNING: Pregnancy, crying.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²: I've decided to post it today since it's Father's Day on Brazil! Unfortunately, I had to write it in a rush, so I'm sorry if it's not that good ;(

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Matt, Nick, and Chris had spent the morning engaged in their latest YouTube challenge; a seemingly simple task of caring for an egg as if it were their own child. What had started as a lighthearted competition quickly turned into something more meaningful, though none of them knew it yet.

Nick leaned back in his chair, his arms folded behind his head, exuding confidence as he glanced at the table. His egg sat intact in front of him, a proud reminder of his victory. He smirked at Matt, who sat across from him, his egg conspicuously absent, the pieces of it having already been swept into the trash.

"Well, Matt, it looks like you lost." Nick teased, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. His grin widened, knowing exactly how to get under his brother's skin.

Chris, sitting at the other end of the table, tried to suppress his laughter but failed, the sound escaping as a snort. He leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Seriously, dude, how did you even have the courage to throw your egg after knowing that it was already cracked?"

But instead of a witty comeback or a defensive retort, Matt remained silent. His usually quick tongue was stilled, and his shoulders slumped slightly as he stared at the table in front of him. His brothers’ laughter echoed around the kitchen, but Matt seemed miles away.

From her spot by the kitchen counter, Y/N observed the scene unfold, her smile soft and her eyes filled with affection as she watched the brothers banter. She had always loved these moments, the way they could turn the simplest tasks into something fun and full of life. But today, something was different. Matt wasn’t joining in the laughter, and the silence coming from him made her heart tighten with concern.

Matt’s eyes met Y/N’s across the room, and for a brief moment, everything else faded away. Her smile faltered, replaced by a look of curiosity and worry as she noticed the unspoken emotion in his gaze. It wasn’t defeat or frustration over the challenge; it was something deeper, something that made her heart skip a beat. What was he thinking? What was he hiding?

Nick’s voice cut through the tension, snapping Matt out of his thoughts.

"Come on, Matt, admit it. You’re just not cut out for fatherhood." Nick joked, his tone light but teasing.

Chris chimed in, leaning back in his chair with a playful grin.

"Yeah, maybe it’s a good thing you’re not a dad yet."

The words, meant in jest, struck Matt like a physical blow. He inhaled sharply, his gaze flickering to Y/N once more, and this time, her eyes widened in realization. Her hand instinctively moved to her stomach, a small, unconscious gesture that Matt had seen her do countless times since they discovered the news. It was a habit she had developed; whenever she felt nervous, excited, or overwhelmed, her hand would rest there, a protective touch that spoke of the new life growing inside her.

Matt took a deep breath, turning his gaze back to his brothers.

"My egg 'broke,' so technically, I lost-" Matt began, his voice quiet, almost detached as he tried to find the right words.

Nick interrupted him, raising an eyebrow in confusion as he imitated Matt’s air quotes.

"'Broke'? Motherfucker, it broke." His voice was full of bewilderment, unsure of why Matt was choosing to word it that way.

But Matt wasn’t paying attention to Nick’s teasing anymore. He pushed back his chair and stood up, the scraping of the legs against the floor breaking the comfortable rhythm of the morning. All eyes were on him as he walked over to the counter, where Y/N stood, her breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him. He leaned against the counter, positioning himself next to her, his hand brushing against hers in a silent exchange of comfort and support.

Nick and Chris exchanged puzzled glances, the playful atmosphere from moments ago now replaced with a sense of anticipation. Matt was rarely this serious, especially during their videos, and the change in his demeanor left them both on edge.

"What’s going on, Matt?" Chris asked, his voice steady but laced with curiosity, his arms crossing over his chest as he studied his brother.

Matt took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on him. He and Y/N had talked about how to break the news to Nick and Chris for days. They had planned it out, imagined different scenarios, and rehearsed how it might go. But now, standing here in the kitchen with the camera still rolling, Matt realized that all those plans didn’t matter. There was no perfect way to tell them; there was only the truth.

"I didn’t lose." Matt said, his voice stronger now, filled with emotion that he could no longer hide. He took a step closer to Y/N, his hand finding hers and squeezing it gently. His eyes never left his brothers as he spoke. "My baby is safe and sound... right in the oven."

The words hung in the air for a moment, the meaning not immediately sinking in for Nick and Chris. They blinked, their expressions mirroring each other’s confusion as they tried to make sense of what Matt had just said.

"The oven?" Nick repeated, glancing around the kitchen. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Chris frowned, his gaze following Nick’s to the actual oven, which was clearly off.

"Matt, what are you-"

But before Chris could finish, Matt shook his head and smiled softly, a smile that held all the love and anticipation he had been carrying for weeks. He gently guided Y/N’s hand to her stomach, the gesture so tender and full of meaning that it spoke louder than any words ever could.

"The oven," Matt repeated, his voice a whisper now, thick with emotion. "Right here."

It was as if time stopped. Nick and Chris froze, their eyes widening in sync as the realization finally hit them. The weight of Matt’s words, the significance of the gesture; it all came crashing down on them at once.

"Wait... are you saying...?" Nick’s voice trailed off, the disbelief evident in every syllable.

Y/N looked up at Matt, her eyes shining with tears that she had been holding back for days. She nodded, her voice trembling with joy and nerves as she finally let the words out, the truth she had been dying to share.

"We’re pregnant." She whispered, her voice breaking with emotion. "I’m pregnant."

For a heartbeat, the kitchen was silent. The camera continued to record, capturing every second of the moment that would change their lives forever.

And then, all at once, the emotions erupted.

Chris was the first to react. His eyes filled with tears that spilled over the rims, his face a mix of shock, joy, and overwhelming love. He stood up so abruptly that his chair almost fell, forgotten as he crossed the room in two long strides. Without a word, he pulled Matt and Y/N into a tight embrace, his arms encircling them both as he buried his face in Matt’s shoulder, his body trembling with sobs.

"Oh my God." Chris whispered, his voice cracking with the force of his emotions. "I can’t believe it. You’re going to be a dad, Matt. And Y/N... you’re going to be a mom."

Y/N found herself laughing through her own tears, the sound mixing with her soft sobs as she wrapped her arms around Chris, resting her head against his. She could feel Matt’s warm hand on her back, holding her close, grounding her in the moment.

"We were going to tell you guys differently, but..." Y/N’s voice faltered, the words catching in her throat as she tried to speak. Her lip quivered as she bit down on it, trying to hold back the fresh wave of tears that threatened to spill over.

Nick, who had been frozen in shock, finally seemed to snap out of it. He looked at Matt, then at Y/N, and back to Matt again, as if needing to confirm that this was real. His eyes were wide, his jaw slack, but then, slowly, a wide, joyous grin spread across his face.

"Holy shit!" Nick exclaimed, his voice full of excitement as he jumped up from his chair, his movements so sudden that it clattered to the floor. He didn’t care. All he could focus on was the fact that his brother was going to be a father. That they were going to be uncles.

Nick rushed over to join the group hug, wrapping his arms around the three of them and squeezing as hard as he could, his voice cracking with the intensity of his emotions.

"This is insane! I can’t believe we’re going to be uncles. Oh my God, Chris, we’re going to be uncles!"

Chris pulled back just enough to look at Nick, their faces mirroring the same shock and joy.

"Yes, you are." Y/N whispered, her voice filled with warmth and love. "You and Chris are going to be the best uncles in the world."

Matt couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. He let them fall freely as he wrapped his arms around his brothers, holding them tight, feeling a surge of love and gratitude that left him breathless. This wasn’t the way they had planned it, but it felt right. It felt perfect. He could feel Chris’s shoulders shaking as he cried, and when he finally pulled back to look at his brothers, he saw the same tears in Nick’s eyes.

Chris wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, a huge, teary grin spreading across his face.

"You sneaky bastards." He said, his voice still thick with his crying. "You kept this from us!"

"We wanted to surprise you." Matt said, finally finding her voice again, though it was still shaky with laughter and tears. "But I just couldn’t wait."

Nick looked at him, his grin turning mischievous.

"So, technically, you didn’t lose the challenge, huh?"

Matt chuckled, shrugging as he looked at the Y/N glued to his side.

"Nope, I didn’t lose. I think I actually won something even better."

Chris wiped at his eyes again, sniffling as he looked at Y/N, his expression soft and full of love.

"You two are going to be amazing parents. This little one is so lucky to have you."

Y/N reached out and took Chris’s hand, squeezing it tightly as she smiled through her tears.

"Thank you, Chris. That means the world to us."

Nick clapped his hands together, the grin never leaving his face.

"Well, I guess this calls for a celebration, huh? Let’s order some food and make this the best day ever."

They all agreed, the room filling with the sound of their joy, and as they gathered around the kitchen table, Matt couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man in the world.

He looked at Y/N, who was beaming at him, her eyes still sparkling with tears, and ge couldn’t help but think that this was the best video they’d ever made; not because of the challenge, but because it captured a moment that would change their lives forever.

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Extra - comments

"this has to be the best twist ever 😭😭 I was NOT expecting Matt to drop that bombshell at ALLLL"

"omg, they're going to be such amazing parents 🥺"

"chris’s reaction had me in TEARS!!! the way he just broke down crying when he realized he’s going to be an uncle… this is why I love them so much, they're so genuine 😞"

"nick’s face when he finally understood what matt meant by ‘the oven’ LMAOOO"

"FUCK NO, I was laughing so hard during the egg challenge, and then I ended up crying when matt revealed Y/N is pregnant 🤧"

"matt is going to be the greatest dad out there, I just know it 🙏🏻"

"who cares about a fucking broken egg when you’ve got a real baby on the way 😩"

"when matt said the baby was in the oven, I thought he was joking about the egg, I did NOT see that coming 🤡"

"please guys, let me in the group hug 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻"

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SIMON RILEY WITH A BREEDING KINK.

tw/cw; breeding kink, talk of pregnancy, afab!f!reader. MDNI 18+

simon can't help but crave the love of a baby. he's met your nieces and nephews before and he can't get the sound of their soft giggles out of his head.

it doesn't take a lot of convincing to get simon to agree with to try for a baby. in fact, if anything, he's too eager and immediately perks up at the idea. he'll try different positions and will do plenty of research beforehand, pushing your legs over his shoulder to fuck his hot, creamy load deep into your soft, slick folds.

your fingernails leave marks along simon's fair skin as he pushes inside. it's been a while since you've gone without any form of prevention of pregnancy and protection, and god, it feels so good to feel his veins rub against your soft walls, thrusting in and out while promising the future to you.

his thrusts quicken at the tightness of your velvety wall around his meaty girth, stretching you out as he drives his hips into you repetitively. you whimper out and weep, your nipples perking at the pleasure, small buds stiffening beneath simon's calloused thumbs. he fantasies about seeing milk leak from your nipples while you're pregnant, to see your stomach big and swollen with his babies, to decorate their nursery with his bare hands.

simon is too distracted to think, before he's filling your gummy walls with ropes and strings of his creaminess. your core tightens with your insides sore from his tip hitting against your cervix, leaving you bruised and pleased, a sticky mess left and smeared all over your sex.

and fuck, seeing simon hold his adorable newborn babies was a sight you had always wished to see.

[radiocam]

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