#pregnancy fanfic

[noorpersona]

Pregnancy: Kuroo (NSFW)

You’re not sure when it started. Maybe sometime last week, maybe even before that—but the switch flipped quietly, without warning. One minute you were just a little tired, a little bloated, trying to get comfortable with the weird limbo that is second trimester pregnancy. And the next?

You were staring at your husband like he was carved from marble. Like every movement of his arms under that damn fitted black t-shirt was offensive. Like the way his voice dipped when he answered a work call should be punishable by law.

You hadn’t touched him in days—partly because you were tired, partly because the two of you were still adjusting to the wave of appointments and vitamins and new routines. But now, now your skin feels too tight for your body. You can’t stop thinking about his hands. His stupid smirk. The stretch of muscle across his stomach when he reaches for the top shelf. You keep shifting in your chair at the kitchen table, thighs pressed together as you half-watch him move around the apartment, trying not to combust every time he bends to grab something or stretches his arms over his head like a personal attack.

You're four months pregnant, and your hormones are holding you hostage.

But how the hell are you supposed to say that? Hey honey, I want you so bad it’s making me delusional? You’re turning me on just by walking?

You'd rather burst into flames.

So instead, you sit quietly, pretending to scroll through your phone while your eyes flicker up to him every ten seconds like a heat-seeking missile. You’re trying to be subtle. You really are.

Unfortunately for you, Kuroo Tetsurou has known you long enough to spot a mood shift from fifty paces away—and he’s been watching. Smugly. Patiently. Waiting.

The first hint that you’ve been caught comes when he strolls by with a bowl of chopped strawberries, casually plucks one from the bowl, and leans over to offer it to you without a word. You’re caught off guard, lips parting automatically as he feeds it to you. Your teeth graze the tip of his fingers, just barely, and his lips twitch.

He doesn’t move. Just watches you chew. Slow. Calm.

Then, in a voice dipped in dry amusement: “You’ve been staring at me for twenty minutes.”

You blink, swallow. “I haven’t.”

“Mm,” he hums, straightening up. “Sure you haven’t.”

You grit your teeth. Heat burns your cheeks. You can already feel the spiral beginning.

He doesn’t press. Just walks around the kitchen like he didn’t just call you out for mentally undressing him on the spot. His movements are so casual it’s infuriating. He grabs a dish towel, wipes down the counter, opens the fridge, all while your brain is on fire.

You stare down at your phone, eyes unfocused, and will yourself to get it together. You just need to act normal. You’re not gonna combust. It’s fine. It’s just hormones.

“You okay?” he asks, voice far too neutral. You glance up. He’s leaning against the counter now, arms crossed over that broad chest, eyebrow lifted in feigned innocence.

“Yeah. Why?”

“You’re flushed.” His head tilts. “You hot?”

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

You shift in your seat, pressing your knees together. “Yes.”

Another pause. Then:

“You hungry?”

Your eyes shoot to him instinctively—and that’s when you realize he knows. Not just suspects. Not maybe. Knows.

And worse: he’s enjoying it.

Your mouth opens, but no sound comes out. You look away again, hands gripping your phone like it might save you from yourself.

When he crosses the room, you don’t even notice until he’s crouching beside your chair, resting one arm on the armrest, the other hand brushing lightly over your thigh. You freeze.

“Sweetheart,” he says, voice dipped in syrup, eyes glinting with something dangerous, “you’ve been lookin’ at me like you want to climb me.”

You blink rapidly. “That’s not—”

“You sigh every time I stretch.” His fingers trace up to your knee. “You squirm when I talk. You’ve eaten, slept, and had your iron supplements. So unless there’s a sudden new strawberry emergency—”

“Tetsuro.”

“—I think,” he murmurs, leaning closer, “there’s something you’re not saying.”

You bury your face in your hands, groaning into your palms. “This is so embarrassing.”

He laughs softly, warm breath fanning over your shoulder as he presses a kiss to your temple. “It’s adorable.”

“It’s feral, Tetsu. I feel like a monster.”

“Monsters don’t look at me like that,” he says, voice low against your skin. “They don’t whimper every time I bend over.”

You groan louder, but your body leans into him on instinct.

“Say it,” he teases. “C’mon. Say you want me.”

“I hate you.”

“You want me.”

“I’m four months pregnant and deranged, don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh, baby,” he grins, pulling you gently into his lap, “you’re carrying my kid and horny for me? I’m the luckiest bastard alive.”

Mortified beyond recovery, you squirm your way out of his lap, muttering something unintelligible as you bolt from the kitchen. It’s half an attempt to escape, half a desperate grab for your dignity. You make it three steps into the hallway before you hear him laugh—low and knowing—and then feel his hands at your hips.

“Where d’you think you’re going?” he murmurs, lips brushing the curve of your ear as he tugs you back against him. “You’re not getting away from me after saying all that.”

You fumble for a response, but it vanishes the second his hands find the hem of your shirt, fingertips grazing your skin with unbearable slowness. You tilt your head back without thinking, breath catching.

“Tetsurou—”

“Yeah?” he answers, already kissing down your neck, voice infuriatingly calm. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”

You don’t. You can’t.

Instead, your hands find his wrists and guide them higher. You melt into him like wax to flame.

“Good girl,” he breathes against your jaw. “That’s more like it.”

Before you can catch your breath, he has you gently turned, your back pressing against the hallway wall. His hands settle firmly on your hips, then slide lower, fingers working with a confidence that has your knees buckling. You gasp when he pops the button of your pants, the sound deafening in the quiet space between your bodies.

“Tetsurou—”

“Shh,” he murmurs, his lips brushing over your collarbone with the lightest graze, voice so low and deliberate it sends a pulse through your spine. His hand dips beneath the waistband of your underwear with a languid slowness, his knuckles dragging along your skin like he wants you to feel everything.

“Let me take care of you, yeah? You’ve been trying so hard to hold it together.”

You inhale sharply as his fingers slide deeper, seeking out the ache you’ve been trying to ignore for days. When he finds it—you—it’s like your body short-circuits. Your breath stutters, hips jolting forward as if your body’s been waiting for this exact moment, this exact touch.

His fingers move with maddening precision—expert and unhurried—stroking you in a rhythm that melts the strength from your knees. He presses you harder into the wall, not with force but weight, anchoring you there while your body twists and trembles under his control. His mouth trails along your neck, slow kisses blooming across your pulse point as you gasp, the sound catching in your throat.

"Just relax, sweetheart," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin, "Let me make it better."

Your hands cling to his arms, fingers digging into his sleeves as your body arches into him. The tension coils tighter and tighter, strung high by weeks of restrained want, the heat of your own embarrassment fueling the need. He murmurs low praise into your skin—good girl, so soft, so perfect, so fucking sweet like this—and the words alone nearly undo you.

And when you do come, it’s a quiet, raw thing—your body trembling in his hold, face tucked against his shoulder, a muffled cry of Tetsurou slipping from your lips like confession. He holds you steady through it, one arm around your waist, the other still curled low, fingers easing you through every last tremor.

When your breathing slows, when the fog begins to lift, his hand gently slips free and he cradles your face, brushing back damp strands of hair with the same fingers that just unraveled you.

“God, you’re perfect,” he whispers, his forehead resting against yours. “My gorgeous, needy wife. All mine.”

Your breath comes out in short, shaky bursts, still reeling, still trembling in his hands. “I can’t believe I—” you start, but the words collapse in your throat, too breathless, too flustered to finish.

Tetsurou chuckles softly, and before you can even think about collecting yourself, he’s hooking one arm under your knees and the other behind your back, lifting you with effortless strength.

You yelp, arms flying around his neck as he princess carries you down the hallway, your face burning hot against his shoulder. “Tetsu—! What are you doing?!”

He glances down at you, grin smug, eyes molten. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?” he murmurs, already walking with you in his arms toward the bedroom. His voice is velvet and heat, wrapped around every word, promising more. “I’ve got you all night, baby. You’re not going anywhere.”

[konigsblog]

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.

[writtenbyan-aries]

hello! could I request a jake story where he and the reader have been keeping her pregnancy a secret from his fans and even his friends so they don't accidentally spill it? but when she starts to show jake gets super excited and they decide to tell their friends and fans at that point. super fluffy and cute pls

PART ONE | PART TWO

Warnings: swearing, pregnancy, fluff

Word Count: 4.3k | unedited

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Eleven weeks ago, you were sitting in Jake’s car telling him you were pregnant with his babies, but it seemed like just yesterday.

Ever since then, Jake has been right by your side, doing everything he possible could for you.

You needed water? He got it.

You forgot your phone upstairs? He quickly skipped up the steps to get it for you.

He was amazing, a little clingy, but it didn’t bother you.

You entered the second trimester last week, this week, you were fourteen weeks, and even though most of your symptoms have subsided, you would scour the web making sure every feeling you had was normal.

It was. You were just anxious because with twins, there’s already less space than there would be with just one baby.

You sat up out of bed, letting out a sigh as your hand moved to rub the growing bump.

“Hey.” Jake rolled over and wrapped his arm around you, his hand laying on top of yours, “Are you guys alright?”

You slide your hand out from under his and lay it on top, “I’m fine, I just need to pee again.” You look back at him and he laughs slightly, “Did you get any sleep at all last night?”

“Besides the six times I needed to get up and lay back down, yeah, I got some.” You smile and stand up, making your way to the bathroom.

Over the last eleven weeks, the only person close to you that knows, is Gia, and she’s been very on top of keeping this lock and key.

No one else knows, and you were actually surprised Jake hasn’t said anything. You could tell he was itching to tell Johnnie.

Each time you guys got invited to a party or something, Jake would always so no, he wasn’t feeling it, or you had to be up early the next day for work, or something along those lines.

You could tell they were starting to get suspicious, but they didn’t say anything.

“Jake.” You call out, pulling your shirt tight to your belly, “Come look at this.” You barely even finished your sentence before the bathroom door pushes open, “What? What? Everything okay?”

He looks you up and down and you turn to the side, “Does this look like a bump or bloat to you?”

A big smile appears on his face and he nods, “Oh yeah, that’s a baby bump, baby.”

You feel a smile grow on your face as you watch his hand come closer to you, rubbing up and down your bump, “You literally popped out overnight.”

You nod, laughing slightly, “Right, like I knew there was a high chance I would show early, I guess with twins that happens a lot.” Jake nods, “You did just that.” He shakes his head, “Fuck, now I’m really excited.”

“When do you think we can tell everyone?” You look at him and he shrugs, “That’s up to you, mama.”

You feel your cheeks darken at his words, “Maybe we can just.. invite them over.. see how long it takes them to notice?”

Jake laughs, pulling you into his body, “Oh you were so meant for me.”

“I figured it would be a nice little game for us after going through these last couple weeks of me being sick and shit.” You look up at him and he furrows his brows, “Yeah but that wasn’t your fault, it didn’t bother me any.”

“I know, but-“

Jake cuts you off with a kiss, “But nothing.” He steps back, his hands on your shoulders, “You figure out when you want everyone to come over, I’ll go make you something to eat, okay?”

“Okay.” You nod, “Thank you.”

He looks down at your small bump and shakes his head, “You look so beautiful.”

You purse your lips, “Thanks, now go before I pee my pants.” You laugh as you close the bathroom door.

Once you’re done, you walk back out to the bed, sitting down as you grab your phone. You make a group chat with Johnnie, Tara, and Carrington, Come over for dinner tonight?

Tara is the first to text back, Well be there.

“Alright, I figured I’d just make you some toast, start out easy.” Jake walks in, “Here you go.”

“Thank you. Oh, Tara said that she’ll bring the guys with to dinner tonight.”

“Dinner?” He nods, “Sounds good to me.”

You take a bite of your toast, “I’ve been wanting pickles but wrapped in bacon.” You look at Jake as he just stares at you, “I’m sorry, can you.. repeat that?”

You laugh, “Bacon, wrapped around pickles.”

“Okay, so I did hear you right.” Jake laughs and you whine, “I’ve been wanting them since last night.”

“Why didn’t you say anything, baby?”

“Well, you were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you.” You tilt your head as Jake rolls his eyes as he tries not to laugh, “I’m not going to get mad at you, you do know that right? If you need something, just kick my ass out of bed and I’ll do whatever your three hearts desire.”

He grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles, “But I guess I’ll be making a run to the store, so just text me what you want.”

“I can-“

“You didn’t get much sleep last night, so just chill out here, okay?” He stands up and walks over to grab a sweatshirt, “I’m serious. Don’t even think about doing anything.”

“I’m going to go stir crazy, Jake.”

“The move to the couch, go nuts.” He laughs, “You need your rest.”

“Fine.” You stand up, taking your phone and toast with you, “I will.”

He smiles and nods, “Thank you.”

You laugh as you walk down the steps, “I think, the babies also want some tacos on your way home from the store.”

“Oh yeah, blame the babies.” He laughs, “Alright. Do you want your usual?”

You nod, pressing a kiss to his lips, “Yes. I love you. You’re the best.” He pulls you back in, pecking your lips a few more times, “I love you.”

You spend the time Jake is at the store, on the couch watching your show. As soon as you hear the front door open, you sit up.

“I found something on the side of the road.”

“Oh Jake, you didn’t-“ you stand up and stop, laughing when you see Sam and Colby, “Hey guys.”

“Hey, Jake said he was stopping to get tacos on the way home, so of course we followed him and made him buy us some.” Sam laughs, walking over to you, “How are you?”

“I’m good.” You nod, looking at Colby, “Hey. It feels like forever since we’ve seen you guys.”

Colby gives you a hug, “About three and half months, where the hell have you been hiding?”

You laugh, crossing your arms, “I’ve been in and out of the county for work. Doing commercials, promotions, you know the normal stuff.”

“She’s been busy as hell.” Jake says as she walks in, giving you a glance. You smirk as you look down, walking over to sit down on the couch.

You and Jake were both wondering how long it would take them to notice.

Jake, Sam, and Colby sit down around you, talking about your work, their work. Jake’s upcoming videos and so on.

“Oh, did you get the bacon?” You look at Jake and he nods, “Yeah it’s in the fridge, I can make it now if-“

You cut him off, shaking your head, “No, no. It’s fine. I’ll make them in a little bit.”

“What are you making good?” Colby asks and you look at him, “bacon covered pickles.” He raises his brows, “Um, okay.”

“Have you ever had them?” You ask, and he shakes his head, “I can’t say that I have.”

Sam raises his hand, “Please, kick me out if this is crossing a line, but y/n..” he looks from you to Jake, then back to you, “Are you.. pregnant?”

You can’t hide your smile as you nod, “Fourteen weeks today.”

“No fucking way!” Sam stands up, walking over to give you another hug. Colby gives Jake a hug and pats him on the back, “Way to go, man.”

“Oh, congrats, y/n.” Colby hugs you, “Do you know what you’re having yet, or is that- is it too early?”

You shake your head, “We don’t know the gender yet, but..” you point to Jake, “Go ahead.”

“You ready for this?” Jake asks as he smiles big, “It’s twins. There’s two fucking babies in there right now.”

Both Sam and Colby’s eyes go wide, “Oh my god!” Colby laughs, “Are you doing okay?”

“Yeah, like how’s- isn’t that double the symptoms or something?” Sam asks and you nod, “I’m fine now that I’m the second trimester, but that first one was awful. I had Gia, my assistant, cancel everything. The-“ you air quote with your fingers, “Flu, I had.. lasted a while.”

“That’s crazy.” Colby shakes his head, “But I’m really glad you’re doing better.”

“Me too. You should have seen Jake when I told him.” You laugh, “His reaction was priceless.”

“Oh please tell me.” Sam laughs and you look at Jake, “He looked like he was about to throw up.”

“Well yeah, one baby, alright, one baby is just.. one baby, but you don’t ever really expect be told you’re having two right off the bat!” Jake laughs and Colby shrugs, “I mean, dude has a point.”

“I can’t imagine- how did you find out?” Sam asks and you sigh, “I was sick, like couldn’t get out of bed sick, so I went to the hospital and the tech there told me.” You laugh, “She was like, did you know you were pregnant? And I was like, yeah, I took four tests.”

Colby laughs, “Also valid.”

“Right!? Like, I wasn’t leaving my hotel until I was sure. And then the tech was like, do you know it’s twins? After I already told her it was my first scan.”

“Some people just don’t know how to talk to other people.” Sam laughs, “But both babies are good?”

“Both babies are good. Oh, we have pictures. They’re in the drawer in the kitchen.” You go to get up but Jake beats you to it, “I got them.”

“That would explain why we haven’t seen you for those three and a half months now wouldn’t it?” Colby look at you and you nod, “That would be the reason.”

“Does anyone else know?” Sam asks and you shake your head, “We were planning on telling everyone over the next few days, you guys just happened to be the lucky ones to know first.”

“Guess going grocery shopping paid off.” Sam laughs and you nod, laughing, “You would have just gotten a text to come over for dinner or something instead.”

“I mean, I don’t know about you.” Colby looks at Sam, “But I feel honored to be one of the firsts to know.”

Sam nods, “No for real though, I’m happy for you guys.” He reaches up to take the ultrasound pictures as Jake hands them to him, “Oh, look that them.” He looks up at Jake, “You are such a girl dad.”

“Are you serious?” Jake walks over, leaning down to look at the pictures, “You can tell?”

“No.” Sam laughs, “That’s just the vibe I’m picking up.”

Colby nods as he leans away from looking, “Oh yeah. For sure a girl dad.”

Jake shakes his head, “When do we go next?”

“We just went a few days ago, so two weeks? I think?” You tilt your head, “Let me check.” You pull your phone up, going into your app, “Yeah, two weeks from today actually.”

“Keep us posted, please.” Sam says and Colby nods, “Yeah if you guys need anything let us know, don’t hesitate.”

You smile, “Thank you guy. Everything has just been crazy. We’ve been looking at two of everything, it’s like my brain can’t comprehend that that’s really what we need.”

“It hasn’t really hit me yet. Like I know she’s pregnant and there’s two inside of her, but I just- like she said, also can’t wrap my mind around this. It’s wild.” Jake reaches over, laying his hand on your belly, “But she literally popped out overnight.”

You stand up, lifting your shirt to reveal you bump,“Yesterday I was all bloat, but I woke up this morning and I was like damn.”

“That’s insane to me. I literally praise you for being able to do that. I couldn’t imagine.” Colby laughs, “But I’m so glad you’re doing better.”

You sit back down and Sam sighs, “I hate to run, but we have to go sign some hoodies. We’ll make sure to get some stuff made for your little beans in there.”

“Oh I would love that, Sam. Thank you!”

You give your hugs and say your goodbyes and you sit back down on the couch. Jake walks back over and leans down over the back of the couch, “You alright? That wasn’t overwhelming was it?”

“No.” You breathe out, “I’m actually relieved that we’re finally telling people.”

“Yeah, Sam and Colby are probably going to be the most sane ones out of everyone, you know that right?” Jake says as he walks around to sit next to you.

You nod, resting your head on his shoulder, “Oh I already knew that was going to happen.” You laugh, “I’m betting money Tara is going to bawl.”

“She most likely will.” Jake laughs, giving you a kiss on your head, “When do you want to tell your friends?”

“My friends are all on vacations or work trips right now, so I might just make a big group chat and tell them all I need to FaceTime them or something.” You shrug, “I’ll figure it out. I’m more excited to tell the friends here, anyway.”

Jake nods, resting his head against yours.

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After spending the next few hours lounging around, it was finally time to start looking at what you wanted for dinner.

“You must have really wanted those damn pickles.” Jake laughs as he walks back into the living room. You look up at him and nod, “They were literally the best things I’ve ever ate in my life.”

“Pregnancy is so weird.” He shakes his head and leans over, “Find out what you want for dinner?”

You shake your head, “There’s literally soo many choices, babe.” You groan, “I could go for everything.”

“Okay.” Jake take your phone and starts clicking.

“No, Jake. What-“ you laugh, “What are you doing?”

“Getting you one of everything? But I’m getting extra so we can feed the others.” He laughs slightly, “A- what do they call them? A.. ssh-more-gas-board or whatever?”

You raise your brows, “Smorgasboard?”

“Yeah that’s the one.” Jake points and laughs, “it’ll be like a buffet.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head, “I’m going to go up for a shower.” You stand up and before Jake and even speak, you laugh, “I’ll be fine to get a shower while you go pick up dinner.”

“Okay.” He smirks and stands up, “If you need anything, call me.”

“You know I will.” You smile and kiss him before walking upstairs.

As you get out of the shower, you listen to see if you can hear Jake, but it’s silent. Must still be out getting dinner.

You make your way over to your room, letting out a sigh as you shift through your shirts. You pull one out and finish getting dressed before making your way down the steps.

“Honey!” Jake calls out, “I’m home!”

“Well, hello honey.” You smile as you walk up to him, “Did you have any trouble getting everything?”

He shakes his head, “No, well.. I mean.. they weren’t happy, but I don’t care if they aren’t happy. All I care is if you are.”

You lean up, pecking his lips, “You’re amazing.”

He shrugs, pretending to get all bashful, “Aw, shucks, honey doodle. Makin’ my cheeks go all red and shit.”

You laugh, shaking your head, “I smell fries.”

“Yes, I got you fries.” He sets the bags down and you walk over behind him. You wrap your arms around his waist and let out a content sigh, “You’re still going to love me after I have these babies, right?”

Jake freezes and slowly turns around, “What makes you think I wouldn’t?” He tilts his head, reaching down to cup your cheeks, “I’ve loved you even when we were just friends, hell, I honestly think I fell in love with you when Tara brought you to meet us for the first time.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes and you nod, “Sorry, emotions.”

He laughs slightly, “You’re fine, baby.” He kisses your forehead, “I’m going to be here. You’re stuck with me forever.”

He reaches back, “Here.” He pulls fries out from behind him and brings them to your mouth, “Have a French fry.”

You smile as you bite down on it and you turn your head as you hear a knock on the door, “Dinner party is here.”

“Yes they are.” He turns his head, “Who the fuck knocks anymore? Just come in.”

You laugh as you step back, moving to take your food from out of the one bag.

“Hello hello.” Tara walks in, “Wow, feels like I haven’t been here in forever.” Jake laughs, “We’ve been getting that a lot today.”

Tara looks at you confused and you motion, “Sam and Colby came over for lunch.”

“Okay.” She looks between you and Jake, “You guys haven’t came to any parties, or hosted any parties, and now suddenly we’re here for dinner and Sam and Colby were here for lunch?”

“Well, yeah. We had some downtime, so we figured today would be the perfect day to catch up with our friends? What? Is that a crime or something?” Jake tilts his head and Johnnie walks up next to Tara, “No, it’s just .. a little.. weird.”

“How is it weird?” You tilt your head, “Are you guys here to eat dinner or not?”

“Whoa, pump the ‘tude breaks there princess.” Carrington pushes his hands away from him, “We haven’t seen you guys in three months, something happened.”

“Nothing happened.” Jake laughs, “Now come on. I didn’t drive halfway across town for nothing.”

Tara squints her eyes at you, pursing her lips as Johnnie and Carrington join Jake at the table. You shake your head, laughing to cover up your nervousness that must flooded in, “What?”

“There’s something going on.” She walks over to you, “You’re.. different.”

“Different?” You raise your brows, “How am I-“

“You got that promotion at work, didn’t you?” She crosses her arms, “It’s either that or.. well, I don’t know, but I’ll think of something.”

You shake your head laughing, “Come on, let’s go eat.”

No one said anything throughout dinner, but Tara was working hard to figure it out.

You mostly talked about the video ideas that carrington came up with, then your slightly fake work life that you’ve had over the last three months.

You’ve had zoom meetings, help with styling and what not, you basically embellished it a little. But you get to work from home, so it’s not like you sit around doing nothing, bored out of your mind everyday.

Who are you kidding, you live with Jake.

You were never bored.

“I figured it out.” Tara leans forward, her eyes on you, “You changed up your skincare.”

“You caught me.” You laugh, giving her a shrug, “The company gave us a little bit of a new formula for face wash and it does wonders as you can see.”

That was the truth.

“Did you have a trip to Miami last month?” Johnnie asks and you nod, “Yeah, but that’s with the skincare so I can’t really post much about it until they release it.”

That was a lie.

Tara shakes her head, “I feel like that isn’t it.”

“Tara, why don’t you just give it a rest?” Jake laughs, “We just wanted to enjoy a nice dinner with-“

“You’re pregnant.” Tara stands up, and Jake nods, “With twins.”

Tara, Johnnie, and Carrington all look at Jake, yelling in unison, “Twins!?”

“Two babies, for the price of one.” Jake nods and you can’t help but smirk, “Took you long enough.”

“Wait, are you serious?” Tara looks from Jake to you and you nod, “Yeah.” You stand up, “I’ll be right back.” You walk into the kitchen to get the ultrasounds and you walk over, laying them on the table, “Baby A.” You point, “Baby B.”

“Oh..” Tara picks up the strip of pictures, “My god.”

“Wait, you’re actually pregnant?” Carrington looks at you and you step back, lifting up your shirt, “Fourteen weeks today.”

Tara lays the pictures down and rushes over to you, “Oh my god. You have two little babies in there?” She points to your belly, “Can I?”

“Yeah, yeah. You can’t feel anything yet, they’re still a little bit tiny.” You laugh as she presses her cheek against your skin, “There’s two babies in there.” She squeezes her eyes shut and starts to sob, “Oh my god.”

“Way to go man, you have magic sperm!” Carrington high-fives Jake and Jake shrugs, “Eh, what can I say? I guess I’m just built different.”

You laugh and lay your hand on Tara’s head, “How does Auntie Tara sound.”

She sobs harder, “I love it.”

“Yo, Johnnie.” Jake taps the table, “You’ve been quiet.”

“Yeah, I’m just, um. Trying to figure out how her body is going to house two infant children at the same time.” He looks back at you, “That’s insane.”

“Trust me.” You nod, “We’ve been thinking the same thing for the last eleven weeks.”

“I’m more shocked that Jake managed to keep that a secret for that long, though.” Johnnie laughs as he points to Jake, “How the hell did you manage that?”

“I didn’t leave my house.” Jake laughs and Carrington gasps, “So that’s why you’ve been with Jake all this time?”

“Well, yeah. But we’re also together, too, but you knew that.” You laugh and Carrington shakes his head, “So. Last month when you said you were going to Miami.. you didn’t go?”

You nod, “Right.”

“Wow you guys are good at this. My god I gotta sit down.” He shakes his head and sits down. Jake laughs, “You are so dramatic.”

Tara stands up, “sorry, I just sobbed all over you.”

You bat the air, “It’s fine. Probably won’t be the last time.” She nods, “Yeah, you’re right. I’m just so exited for you guys.” She pulls you into a hug, “You’re going to be the best mom.”

You sniffle, “Oh now you’re going to make me cry.”

“So besides us, and Sam and Colby..” Johnnie looks from Jake to you, “Who else knows?”

“Just my assistant at work. She helped me through the first three weeks..” You walk over and sit down on Jake’s lap.

His arm moves around you as his other hand rests on your belly, “As soon as she told me I was like you’re not lifting a finger unless you have to.”

You nod, “Yeah, Jake has been great. We go two weeks from today to hopefully find out what we’re having, so.” You sigh, “Should be exciting.”

“Girl dad.” Tara claps her hands, “One hundred percent, girl dad.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” Jake laughs, “First Sam and Colby, now you?”

“I think it’ll be boys.” Carrington raises his hand, “Gotta keep the Webber name a’movin’, right.” Johnnie laughs, “I gotta agree with Tara.”

“Ha. Thank you.” Tara points to Johnnie, “You just have that vibe to you.”

You laugh, laying your hand on Jake’s chest, “It’s okay. Just accept your fate.” Jake laughs, shaking his head, “Just wait until that ultrasound and you were wrong.”

──── ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ────

“Here is your envelope, both of the babies genders are written inside on the ultrasound.” The doctor smiles as she hands you the envelope.

You smile and take it, “Thank you.”

She nods and you take a deep breath as you look up at Jake, “Well, they’re in here.”

He nods, “It’s taking all I have right now now to rip that envelope open and look.”

You laugh, tucking it into your purse, “Come on. Let’s go deliver it to Tara.”

A few days later, you were standing hand in hand with Jake in front of all your friends and families. You look over at Jake, “Oh I’m so nervous, I’m sweating.”

“You still look beautiful.” He smiles and squeezes your hand. You smile back and turn to watch as Tara walks up, “Here’s your pin, mama.” She looks at Jake, “And here’s yours. They’re the same gender, so I figured one big balloon was good.”

You smile, “It’s perfect, thank you.”

She smiles and walk back over to stand with everyone to watch you pop the balloon, “Whenever you’re ready!”

You look at Jake and he gives you a nod, “On three?”

You nod, “On three.”

“One.. two..”

POP!

You gasp as soon as you see the pink, turning to see Tara and a few others popping extra pink confetti canons.

“I told you!” Tara yells, “Girl dad!”

You hold up a piece of the confetti and you start to cry, “You’re a girl dad!” Jake pulls you in, sniffling into your neck, “I’ve never been so fucking excited to be outnumbered!”

He lifts you up and spins you around, “We have two baby girls.”

You nod, wiping your face as you laugh, “We have two baby girls.”

──── ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ────

Thank you so much for reading! I love you tons! Catch you in the next one! 🖤

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[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.

[okami-iris]

Day 13 • ~ Together alone on a park bench | Hiei x Shizuru

{ "Alone on a park bench" } Ship: Hiei x Shizuru✨

A/N!!💗 Hi Soooooo uhhh....if you don't know I have a HUGE soft spot for Hiei x Shizuru! what's their ship name? HieZuru?💜 but anyway! I prefer Hiei x Mukuro! because HiKuro is my favorite YYH ship! but I'll always love Hiei x Shizuru 🌸 I think they might be considered a crack ship? I'm not sure! but anyway Enjoy this FANFIC of this UNDERRATED pairing!💖 I'm a HIEI x MUKURO shipper all the way! but I can make a Exception... just once 👁️👁️ this one's gonna be long because outta ANY ship! once I start writing a Fanfic about them I can't stop!😭 PS! this is Kinda apart of my Fanfiction "Taste of Cigars" which if y'all are interested in I'll post!!^^ Ok enjoy! (NO HATE! if you don't like it just scroll)

⚠️WARNING!! this chapter is rating 14+ Because I don't want children reading my stuff!! 'Pregnant Shizuru! Hiei x Shizuru! Secret lovers!' Yes I like to write Pregnancy.... just leave me alone 😭

[it'd been Three or Four months since Hiei started SECRETLY visiting Shizuru When Kuwabara was away. they usually only met up at her apartment, or saw each other when the whole gang got together... but today she decided to meet him somewhere else..]

{××TWO DAYS AGO!××} So FLASHBACK ✨

[Kuwabara was gone getting groceries when Hiei came over. Shizuru was reading a book and Hiei was just holding her in his arms, they were both in her bed enjoying the Silence when...]

Shizuru: We need to talk about something...

[Hiei looks down at the girl in his arms as she spoke]

A/N! Hey you! in case your wondering Shizuru is 5'4 or (5'5 I kinda Forgot°-°) and Hiei is 5'3 that's their CANNON height!°°

Hiei: sure what is it? (*he said bluntly*)

Shizuru: Well you see I was...(*She was nervous to tell him.. YES they were lover's but that was it....did he really care? would he stay? he could easily just go back to the Makai why stay?.... but she was cut off with...*)

"SIS! I'm HoMe!!!" .... [there was silence until Kuwabara saw his Beloved baby Girl Eikichi] "EIKICHI!!!" he screamed!

[Then they flipped out! Hiei grabbed his clothes throwing them on as he took off out her window]

Hiei: I was never here! (*about to jump out the window*)

[Shizuru was zipping up her jeans but when she saw him leaving she managed to say "Wait!"]

Hiei: I know you had something to say. but SAVE it! (*he said Kinda rudely*) let's meet up in 2 days at that old park with the bench.

Shizuru: Ok sound good (*small smile*)

[Hiei smiled a sweet smile then took the hell off and headed for the hills! leaving Shizuru with a good feeling, Yeh they were only lovers but he Cared for her...he did, and yes he could DEFINITELY act like a jerk but when he smiled the whole world melted around her...did she always care when he smiled? who knows..but she knew they could handle this.]

{××TO the PRESENT! so Two days later××}

[Hiei was sitting on the bench waiting for Shizuru....then he saw her. Shizuru was late cuz she was trying to find a reason to leave without Kuwabara getting suspicious.]

Shizuru: Hey.

Hiei: Hn

Shizuru: So I found out the other day I'm pregnant.. (she said bluntly)

Hiei: Hn...WHAT!?!

[it took him a minute to Understand what was actually happening! she was... pregnant!? how? why?? his mind couldn't understand... it took him a few minutes before he responded...]

Hiei: So I'm guessing it's mine?...

Shizuru: Who else..

Hiei: So what dose this mean for us?..

Shizuru: Well... (*thinking*) it's your decision on what happens next...I could always yk...abo..

Hiei: NO! WE WILL HAVE THIS CHILD!! DON'T EVEN SAY THAT!

Shizuru: Well I mean are you gonna be here for it?...

Hiei: Yeh of course I am. what else do you Except of me. I want to raise my son right! not have him be raised by that Brother of yours..

Shizuru: Who said it was a boy? (*smirk*)

Hiei: It is trust me. (*smirk*)

Shizuru: Well we're just gonna have to see about that (*soft smile*)

[Hiei was there for her. he didn't run or leave he stayed with her on the lonely Park bench~] TO BE CONTINUE!🌹

{•°END!°•} A/N^^ Hi! so uh I'm not sure about y'all bit I think this needs a part 2!✨ I don't care if y'all dislike me or not I like what I like! so just deal with it!😭💜 please don't hate... I think I might post "Taste of Cigars"💛 Tysm for reading!💕 bye bye!

@yyh-revival 💙 sorry the ending was rushed I'm going threw a lot RN...

[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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[callsignpxnguin]

Pregnant with John Price

AO3

“I haven’t been sick since I was a kid,” you repeatedly moaned over the toilet weakly, as John held a firm hand on your back to comfort you. A minute ago the two of you had been happily enjoying a movie night, before you suddenly felt inexplicably nauseous and had to sprint to the bathroom, John following close behind.

Cut back to now, and you’re trembling over the bowl.

“I know, love, I know,” he murmured quietly, watching you like a hawk. “Just take it easy. It’ll be over soon.”

You heaved again, eyes watering from the effort as your mind spun with possible causes. “I had… that chicken last night, but… I made sure to cook it properly…”

John nodded slowly. “Ate anything else? Felt feverish yesterday?” It took a lot of energy for you to shake your head. He sighed and his hand on your back tightened.

After a few more minutes of tense heaving, you sagged against him, spluttering. You felt a little better.

“You know,” he said gently, handing you some mouthwash, “maybe it’s something else.”

You squinted at him as he pulled you into his chest, chugging the mouthwash gratefully. “…But I didn’t eat anything else…”

He hesitated. “Not talking about what you’ve eaten, love.”

John noticed everything when it came to you. He had noticed how you’d been more emotional than usual, that you’d gained a bit of puppy fat — not that he was complaining — and that you’d just been more tired in general. Tired, and clingy, and… well, just displaying certain symptoms that he recognised all too well.

You paled as what he meant struck you. “No. I— we didn’t want— I can’t be…” You broke off suddenly, before burying your face into his chest with a whispered, “…I’m fucking pregnant.”

Before he could give you a response, you began to cry. Quiet, shaking sobs, full of confusion, surprise, and fear. And they broke John’s heart.

“God, love, please don’t cry… it’ll be okay…” He angled your head up gently. “Look at me. C’mon.”

Slowly, you met his gaze, your watery eyes meeting his piercing blue ones — uncertain like yours, but full of love. They were always so full of love. What would you do without him?

“We’ll be okay,” he repeated gently. “How about we get some sleep, and have a talk about it in the morning, yeah? And just remember that whatever happens, it’s your choice, and I will never blame you for the one you make.”

Your sobs quietened as you listened to him speak. “…Okay,” you managed after a minute. “I’m tired.”

“I know you are, doll. C’mere.” He pulled you up gently, guiding you to the bedroom. “Don’t worry. Don’t ever worry. Everything will be okay, and… maybe having a little baby isn’t the worst thing in the world.”

[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.

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[2] It's Good to Be King | mean king!harry

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Series Summary: Harry, a handsome, but ill-mannered new king, bound by tradition, must select a queen, and against all expectations, he chooses Y/n, a street beggar. Now, Y/n finds herself caught between the gilded cage of royalty and the cold, harsh simplicity of her past, navigating a court shocked by her presence and a king who revels in the scandal of it all.

Note: Harry is mean/uncouth in this, though things do get better. He doesn't treat anyone around him with much respect at all. Expect to not like him much at first. Also, this is set in the 1800s England, and while not completely historically accurate, I did my best to keep it as accurate as possible.

Ch. 2 Word Count: 8,759

Ch. 2 Warning: genitalia rubbing (with some dirty talk), discrimination, manipulation and coercion, corruption kink, humiliation, jealousy

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Y/n had insisted that Phoebe leave the library to get some rest. It was the middle of the night and while her new friend (she refused to think of anyone as being her assistant because that was– well, it was preposterous) told her she wasn't tired, she could tell that the girl was.

"I'll be another hour and then off to bed myself. There's no reason for you to suffer."

"Madam, I'm not allowed to leave you alone to wander the castle. I could get into trouble."

Y/n placed the brand-new book down onto the table that she had in her hand. It was a book that contained drawings of anatomy (amongst other things) by a fellow named Charles Darwin. She imagined it might come in handy to help her understand the mechanics or even just the names of some of their— bits. She had no idea if the book was what she really needed or not but it looked promising.

"But you're so tired. Why can't he just keep watch?" She pointed at the guard who stood in the library's entryway.

Phoebe cleared her throat and looked toward the man. "Are you allowed to be alone with Her Majesty?"

Y/n let out a squawk at the way she was addressed. "Good heavens! Her Majesty? Please, madam is enough. Y/n would be even better."

"My apologies. If it suits you, I will address you as you please." She turned back toward the man. "Can you, George?"

"Yes. If she's only another hour, I'll see to it that she makes it to her room well."

"Thank you, sir," Phoebe said politely before looking toward Y/n. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Please go on. I'll make haste and be off soon."

The library was gorgeous. It was almost magical. She rarely got her hands on any new books and often was left to read the same two she had in her possession over and over again. But the castle had the most decadent library in the world, she imagined.

Her issue was, though, that most of the books had nothing to do with intimacy or engaging in intercourse whatsoever, which she was in desperate need of. She could think of no other way to help prepare herself for the eventual poking she'd have to endure. The book on anatomy could be educational, though she was looking for something a little more risqué. But then she came across a weathered paper book with the sewn binding edges coming undone at the tops. The name Fanny alone harkened images of feeding the pussycat–if you will.

Fanny Hill.

She glanced at the guard on watch to ensure he hadn't seen the book she'd pulled from the case and her face heated as she opened up the first page. Her eyes widened at the full name of the book: Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure. Closing it quickly she tucked it under the new one and smiled.

It was exactly what she'd been searching for.

"Think I'm ready to go to my room now."

At night the castle was well-lit inside. She wondered how much fuel must have been used (and the cost!) to keep the large spaces bright the way they were. Oil lamps and burning fireplaces guided their path until she was at her doorway.

She didn't know the protocol for greeting or dismissing people but she bowed her head slightly and thanked the man before entering her room, the tall wooden door closing behind her with a heavy clank.

Her fire was freshly stoked and there was more fruit in a bowl on a side table with a glass pitcher of – water? She placed the books down on the table and lifted the pitcher to her nose to sniff. There was no scent. Had she been given fresh water to drink?

She wasted no time in pouring a bit into the heavy baluster glass on the tray next to the water. Lifting the rim to her mouth she took the smallest sip. Water! Pouring more into the cup she guzzled half the glass in one go.

Smiling to herself she placed the heavy glassware down and picked up her books along with an apple. She could get used to the luxuries of living in a castle. When she turned toward her bed she noted it was ready for her to climb into, the blankets turned down and her pillows all fluffed and sat in a row. Then there was the matter of the night dress draped over the bottom edge of the bed.

She looked down at the dress on her body and frowned. It was going to be quite the task to get it off, what with all the underthings tied tight around her middle and strapped over her chest.

Her outer frock wasn't too difficult to remove but she did wish Phoebe was there to help. She struggled a little with the fasteners and the bows and reached around the back to unpluck every tiny porcelain button. But when it was finally off she let out a sigh of relief.

Except she was not even halfway done. The ties and the clasps and the lace stays on the corset were impossible to work apart when she could hardly get her fingers properly aligned with the ribbing at her back.

She groaned in frustration and fell back into the bed, giving up at once. It was useless. She was going to be stuck wearing the uncomfortable things until morning when she could find Phoebe. Never again would she allow anyone to stick her into such garments. She'd rather walk around in the nude! Well, maybe not, but right then she certainly felt that way.

Y/n was used to the underthings she normally wore. They were easy to pull on and off as needed. Not the fancy, silky, ribbed garb that currently adorned her body. With a huff, she pushed herself up to sit and leaned into the feather pillows. At the very least, her bed was a soft heavenly thing. And the apple was juicy and crisp.

She found herself bored with the Darwin book but appreciated the graphics. Most of them were useless for her particular quest, though. It was the Fanny Hill book that had her back tingling and her breath caught a time or two. She'd lost track of the hours as she turned page after page of the filthy book and kept looking toward the door to make sure no one knew what she was doing.

Of course, as titillating as the book was, soon, she found herself unable to keep her eyes open and she fell asleep just like that, sitting over her blankets, apple core browning next to her knee, with the book opened to a scene with two females enjoying one another in a way Y/n had never once heard of before.

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"Madam. Madam Y/n…"

She was jolted awake, her eyes pried open to see the kind face of her new friend Phoebe standing over her. Quickly closing the book in her lap she tucked it under the blanket and sat up.

"You poor thing," Phoebe spoke as she took the old apple core and placed it on the small table next to her bed. "You've kept your drawers and corset on all night. Here, let me help…"

The relief she felt when the terrible hard corset was peeled from her sides was immense. She moaned and inhaled a breath like she hadn't been able to breathe properly until just then.

"Oy, thank you. I never want to wear that again!"

Phoebe laughed. "We have to get you dressed for the king at some point today, madam. I'm afraid you've no choice when he calls for you."

She held her palms outward toward the girl and shook her head. "I will not wear that thing. I can't stand it!"

Y/n felt like a child throwing a fit but she'd never worn anything so uncomfortable in all her life. She had marks dug into the skin at her sides from the stiff ribbing and pleated fabric. Even then, touching the grooves in her skin, it hurt.

"I believe we—"

A heavy knock on the door had both young women turning toward the noise. Y/n pulled the fabric of the dress over her breasts as it opened and in stepped King Harry.

"Your Majesty," Phoebe said as she lowered her head.

Y/n took a step back toward her bed feeling hot embarrassment that the king was seeing her in such a state of undress. She looked away but the sting of his gaze on her bare arms and neck felt like fire singing her blood.

He sauntered casually into her room and placed himself in the chair near the table where the fire was slowly dying. "Continue as you were."

Phoebe looked at Y/n and darted her eyes toward the dress she'd crumpled up at her bosom and reached for her shoulder to have her turn her back. "Just the chemise then. It's much softer, and we'll put the dress on after. Yes?"

Y/n nodded turning her head to see the girl in her periphery. "Yes. Thank you."

"You needn't thank her. She's your assistant. You're the queen consort to be. Act it."

She lifted her arms up when Phoebe slid the chemise over her head and responded. "She's of the noble class, My Lord. I'm just a beggar. It's only right to speak to her with respect as—"

"Noble class… a beggar. Pish! The class system is a farce. Everyone in the kingdom will bow down to you and your family once you're crowned Queen. Respect is due where I demand it, not where the aristocracy thinks it belongs."

Phoebe pulled the bow at the back of the chemise around her waist before she bent and helped her out of her drawers that she'd been in all night. It felt good to air out a little and she was thankful that Phoebe had waited to help her out of her bottoms until the chemise was draped over her backside so she was hid from the king's searing gaze. The girl held the dress up and slid it over her head before helping her put her arms in. Y/n didn't quite understand what the king meant but she was intrigued by his words about the class system.

"My family. I need to let them know where I am and—"

"The boy you were with on the street yesterday has already sent word. Your family will be at the castle for dinner tonight. I'm sure they'll all be happier than a lark once they arrive. As long as they're well behaved they will get along here fine."

She was turned around as her friend quietly adjusted her dress and attached the collar. Now she could see him directly and her eyes must have deceived her because even though he was the most ill-mannered person she'd ever met, his face riveted the eyes. His brilliant complexion and well-turned jaw were of note. Even the hair on his head was attractive. She appreciated that he didn't wear his hair in the formal old way as most men of the upper classes did. He had a rebellious edge to him that was uncommon for royalty.

Yes, she had seen him up close (all of him) the evening before but it was as if she'd forgotten the fine, pleasing details of his features. It was difficult to think him so dashing when he was so rude. And the smile that drew up on his face as he looked her up and down from his spot in the chair made her palms sweat.

When he winked at her she looked away quickly. Handsome as he may be, he was awful. Just awful.

"Leave us. I need a moment alone with my new wife."

Y/n would have corrected him if he weren't the all-powerful king. She wasn't yet his wife but she knew there was little she could say to make him listen regardless.

Phoebe left the room, quiet as a cat and Y/n stood next to her bed, watching as her king stood and walked right up to her and grabbed her hips, turning her to her side as he looked her over. "This is better than yesterday, isn't it?"

Y/n looked down at her dress and where his hands were on her as she inhaled. "I think so. I dislike the corset."

"As do I. You've no need to wear all that. The kingdom will have to get used to the new method of things."

She was surprised that he agreed. Looking up at him as he turned her to face him, he plucked at her collar. "But this is a nuisance. Would you like it off?"

Nodding she reached up to touch the collar that had been tucked into the bosom of her dress and Harry reached in to untie the laces with deft fingers. She held her breath, frozen, as he quickly released the fabric and pulled it from the top all without grazing her breasts. She imagined he was going to make an advance but he kept his fingers respectfully away from her. Which was another surprise for her.

"There we are. How did you find your bed last night?" He glanced at her rumpled blankets and she followed his gaze. The indecent book she'd been reading was only partly tucked away and she knew it before it even happened, that he'd reach around her for it.

"Fanny Hill: Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure." He quirked a brow at her and licked his lips. "What's this?"

"A book." She reached for it but he held it away from her and grasped her wrist.

"Ah, ah, ah… I'm still looking at it." He pushed her hand back down to her side and kept his eyes on her like he was curious. "Tell me, can you read?"

She swallowed thickly. Yes, she could read but was it wise for him to know that? He likely preferred a wife that couldn't read which might explain why he chose her from the street. Most men liked their women without education. But, it would be difficult to hide that she couldn't read at all and she wouldn't want to pretend either, especially when she so enjoyed doing it when she could.

"A little." She compromised.

"And you found this in our library here?"

She nodded looking from the book to the king as he narrowed his eyes over the pages, flipping through them.

"I asked him if he was afraid of a lady, and with that took and carrying his hand to my breasts, I pressed it tenderly to them; they were now finely furnished, and raised in flesh so that panting with desire, they rose, and fell, in quick heaves, under his touch."

The king read a short passage, squinting up from the page at Y/n with a grin, and then continued as her face grew hot that he knew what she'd been reading.

"And now glancing my eyes towards that part of his dress which covered the essential object of enjoyment, I plainly discovered the swell and commotion there. I stole my hand upon his thighs, down one of which, I could both see and feel a stiff hard body, confined by his breeches, that my fingers could discover no end to: curious then and eager to unfold so alarming a mystery, playing as it were with his buttons, which were bursting ripe from the active force within…"

Y/n turned and covered her face. She could hardly believe he was reading out loud the same words she'd read in her bed that had her wiggling and tensing the slightest the night before.

"Did you enjoy reading this smut? Did it remind you of my own swell from last night?" His words were spoken very near to her ear as he stood behind her. She kept her face covered and shook her head no. A lie. She wasn't ready to admit to him all the strange emotions she'd gone through the night before. And certainly, she'd never let him know about the odd fantasy she'd had of him after reading certain bits in the book. Imagining Harry standing tall above her with his cock in her face made all the blood in her limbs race to her head.

She felt him place his hand on her hip. "You did like it. I could see it in your eyes. Do you know what I did when you left my chambers last night? Can you imagine what a man with a big swell under his breaches might do when he's all alone?"

Pulling her hands from her face she turned her head but didn't look at him directly. "You called someone in to help you with it?"

She was sure that was what he was going to say. He'd eluded to it the night before so it only made sense he'd find someone else to sate his desires when she wouldn't.

"Oh, you dim little girl. There was no one else I wanted for the task but you last night. My future wife…" he spoke the words close to her ear as ran a finger down her neck, still gripping her hip. "I had to deal with the undertaking all alone after your refusal. I've never had anyone deny my request as you did."

She pushed a shaky breath from her mouth as she closed her eyes. The sensation of his warm finger trailing the length of her neck up to her jaw and back down stimulated her blood, sending it to churn hotly under her flesh. His deep voice against the shell of her ear stoked a strange ache in the pit of her belly.

Strange… well, she understood the ache truth be told. Virgin, she may be, but innocent of feelings of lust, she was not. She recognized her body's natural reaction to her king but it confused her. Perhaps it was due to that book, stuffing all those improper ideas into her brain. Desire was something she'd known before but explaining the function was foreign. She'd never acted on desire before and now, she had to contend with a man who wanted her to act on his.

Her body, of its own accord, pushed back into his chest and she arched her neck into his touch. The pad of his finger drew lazy paths but soon was replaced by a moist warm and plush mouth. She pulled in a breathy gasp when she realized he was kissing her. But the feel of his solid form behind her, pressing his hips to her rear made her limbs nearly give out.

Harry grunted a laugh against her neck as he held her up with his arm wrapped around her front to keep her securely in place. "Do you like my mouth on you?"

Yes! She did and her pounding heart was proof of it. "No."

He laughed and squeezed her tighter into his chest as he ran his tongue along the space behind her ear. "You say no but your body says yes. Shall I release you? Or shall we continue?"

She didn't want him to stop but she couldn't possibly want it either. Could she? What was she to say? If she told him to stop then would he remove her from the castle and find another Queen? Then what of her family who was newly offered shelter and provisions by the king himself? She couldn't go and ruin it but if she said yes would he take what he wanted from her without permission? Would God smite her at once for her wayward acts?

"You are not yet my husband."

The rattled moan he let out as he pressed a warm kiss to her jaw, setting her skin to flame. "But you are mine. Yes?"

She looked at her unmade bed and down at his arm that was tight across her middle. She'd never felt such a longing to engage in her shameful needs as then. Even the night before, reading the sort of smut she'd read, she felt the pull of wanton thirst but resisted it still. With the king, though, his mouth smoothing against her skin, his body, hard, warm, granite, at her back, her soft bed beckoning, the vision seared into her memory of his member (a pretty one at that).

"Yes, my King. But it's indecent until God binds us."

"Not even God himself can stop us. You needn't deny yourself of base urges. We're all just animals, Y/n, seeking the same delicious release. Have you experienced it before? Felt the elation of your lust during climax and wetted your fingers when you got excited?"

She'd never been more embarrassed in her life. Shaking her head she grunted when he pulled at her and sat at the edge of her bed, bringing her with him to sit between his legs, her back to his chest. "Never? Not once?"

His hand bunched the fabric of her dress, slowly pulling at it, exposing her leg. "Never."

"Pity! It's one of life's finest pleasures. An indulgence you must know."He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and pressed his face next to hers as he looked down at her dress and the skin of her knee.

"We don't need to disgrace God for you to know such pleasure. You can remain a virgin still, until our wedding night."

She watched his large hand squeeze at her knee and drag slowly upward revealing her thigh inch by inch. "Would you like that? I can show you how good it feels. Give you something new to crave."

She was terrified and eager all at once. But the thought of ruining herself before she was wed and the stories she'd been told about how badly it would hurt had her unsure in her answer. "I'm… I'm scared. It hurts, doesn't it?"

"If you've never tried it, how would you know it hurts?"

"I heard my aunt telling her friend about it. They both agreed it was awful. Women's bodies aren't built to enjoy it. Only men can have pleasure in it. Otherwise, it's sinful. It's how God created us."

Harry chuckled and pulled at her to bring her further back into her bed, his breeches pulling up as he moved with her and leaned himself back, her body still against him and between his legs. "My little feather-brained girl… Well, maybe you're not so feather-brained as you can read, but you've been led astray. Let your king show you the truth so you can know the mountain of pleasure you're capable of. Yes?"

She felt so exposed. Without her drawers, she had nothing to hinder his hand from sliding up her thigh to her secret little tulip. It was something she rarely even touched herself for fear of betraying God and her own body. So to feel a man's hand on her flesh, hot and searching, it had her heart pounding so hard she thought it might crack through her chest.

"I'm… I feel faint…" She placed her hands on his forearms as he helped her spread her thighs apart.

"I swear I will do no more than make you feel like a queen right now. Let me show you how delicious it is. Or shall we stop?"

He tucked his chin over her shoulder to peek down at her as he pulled her dress and he could feel her wiggling into him. She was not well-versed in the truth of biological functions, but rather, as Harry understood it, had a deeply ingrained fear of God and Anglican Christian teachings. He was not shocked to know this, as the Church of England influenced most of the ongoings of society, especially the poor with its reprehensible practices that only hindered education and growth.

Poor thing.

"Let me see your hand," he spoke quietly, turning his arm to face his palm up. Y/n slid her palm into his and he slowly pushed her hand between her legs. "I'll show you how to do it yourself. Consider it a gift."

She felt his large, warm hand over the outside of hers as he nudged her fingertips into the soft fleshy inner parts of her thigh and guided her to her private quim, tucked away under layers of fabric. He couldn't see it but he could feel the heat radiating from it.

"Take your finger and touch. Give yourself a chance to explore."

Y/n inhaled shallowly as she did what he said. He squeezed her thigh, dangerously close to where her fingers were touching herself. She'd not touched it often. A quick rub to clean or to scratch, and maybe once or twice for curiosity's sake, but never like this.

It was warm and moist and fleshy bits moved and bent away from her touch with ease. Dragging her digit up and down she only grew bolder with her exploration knowing he couldn't see her and neither could anyone else. But the sensation of what she was doing didn't falter. She was keenly aware of the illicit act and that her king was dragging his fingers so close to where she was it made her feel fuzzy and hot.

"How does it feel? Describe it."

Closing her eyes, as if somehow that would hide her shame, she opened her mouth and did her best to tell him the way she felt under her fingertips. "Like a stiff jelly. Strange… A little moist. Warm crevice that folds and splits. It's… It's difficult to say…"

"That sounds about right to me. Bring your fingers upward, to the very top of that split. What's there?"

Drawing her fingers upward she pushed her labia apart and felt her hair scattered over the outer edges of her lips and inward to a fleshy fold. "It feels much the same. I can feel the hair there, and a soft thing at the center with none."

"Press that little merry bit gently. Small circles."

She already had been. Once her digit rubbed around the space she remembered her brief investigations from before. The tingle it sent throughout her groin felt connected to her inner turmoil.

"Yes."

He smiled as he ran his fingers along her inner thigh. "Yes? Yes, what?"

She gulped her saliva and nodded. "Yes… I feel it."

"You feel it. What do you feel?"

"It's just skin and gelatin."

"It's much more than that, little mouse. That's the key to your desire. The more you press her and play with her, the more you'll feel. She'll come alive underneath your fingers. Soon, you'll be able to juice her and she'll make a mess of your fingers but you won't want to stop."

"Juice her?" Y/n blinked in confusion.

"Yes. Like a citrus. She'll gush the better she feels."

It was already feeling like something so lascivious that she had to pause before she got carried away. It felt… well it was quite nice. But it was sinful.

"You've stopped, yet you have so much more to learn. If you continue you'll see what power you possess over your own body. You can reach the agony of bliss by persisting."

The agony of bliss. Y/n knew this phrase as a fake for women. To come to bliss from meddling with her bits or participating in amorous congress was impossible! Only men could be flooded with that kind of pleasure.

"It cannot be done. I'm sure of it," she whispered and turned her face in toward his, catching the outline of his face so close to hers.

"It can be done. Don't be stubborn. Allow yourself to find the truth. Would you like me to take over for you and show you?"

"But God—"

"No more talk of God. He's not here with us. He never was." Harry reached for her fingers and pushed them back against herself, circling slowly as he spoke. "I am the one here with you now. You will seek my presence, and you will acquiesce to my will."

Slowly, she let herself relax into him and laid her head back against his shoulder as he guided her movements. She wasn't ready to confess to anyone how delightful it felt. And the more he moved her fingers around the wetter she indeed got, just as he said she would.

Harry craned his neck over her shoulder, hoping to see her wetted queam but the fabric of her dress cost him a good view. He could however see her soft thighs spread and as he leaned outward and looked at her face saw pretty parted lips and closed eyes as her chest rose and fell patterned in lust. Then he heard the smallest whimper that had him quickening his fingers and staring at the side of her face in awe.

His own bits were enlightened by the heady wetness under his fingers and soon she slid her pelvis upward and she'd let go of her finger's movements in favor of grabbing onto his forearms to let him take over. He groaned when he had full access to her cunt-lips. And the little button he'd knocked into was swollen and slick.

"You have a delightful quim, Y/n. So warm and full of life, aren't you?"

She arched her back and panted as he slid lazy fingerprints to her sex. She hadn't felt anything like it but she was both thoroughly aroused and embarrassed. Even the wetness that leaked from her was audible as Harry moved his long fingers over her crevices.

When she gasped a breath he murmured against her ear—there's my good little mouse—and he pushed himself against her for his own relief. His cock was hard, and nudging it against her backside provided him with a bit of satisfied deliverance. His bride-to-be was stubborn but she was ripe. What a pleasure to have chosen her over anyone else. It was by chance that he had seen her the day before and now he was certain that he'd been right about his selection.

(When wasn't he right?)

And oh! Y/n was sure she would be sent straight to the pit of hell for all eternity but the sudden need to see it through and know the carnal pleasure King Harry promised, overwhelmed her existence. Nothing could stop the pull of her desire to climb the mountain's peak and throw herself down into the rough and unknown valley below. Dangerous it may be, but her new willingness to gaze into the depths and explore the truth burned in her stronger than any lake of hellfire could.

He rocked against her slowly and moaned as he worked her wetness. With one hand steady, gripping at her soft thigh to hold her open, he could feel her muscles straining, shaking as she humped toward his fingers. She liked it. He knew she would. Her skin was warm and her desperate inhalations turned into mumbled nonsense.

Oh! Oh my! Fooo… Hee ooohhh…

"I want to see you let go. Come into my hand, mouse," Harry's shaky breath against her face inferred to her that he was also aroused.

Everything in her body was aching and pulsing as she writhed into his fingers for more. Her soft pearl was coated in cream, the king's fingers smeared with accurate strokes around her quim and pressed into the knob of her pleasure as temptation slid through her tummy and seeped from her.

"You're going to crave a strumming from me like this every day. And once you let me show you what it feels like to have your insides pricked and your belly tickled with my staff you'll be begging me for it."

The limn of her vision turned red and spotty and rushing blood drummed in her ears, muffling the dirty things he said to her. She could not resist the pull of her orgasm as she let out a wobbled cry. Her whole body was beating and throbbing and her insides were molten, sweet jelly.

Harry tossed his head back and parted his lips in ecstasy as he rolled his hips up and down and finally, his vital spend coated the inside of his breeches. He pumped hotly against the fabric and squeezed at her skin in his release. He flushed hot as the girl in his arms moaned and slid into his hand.

Y/n had melted into him and her legs gave out, falling flat to the bed between his thighs as she closed her eyes. She felt like an explorer. Someone who'd discovered a coveted, secret treasure that no one else had ever known. When she felt Harry's mouth against her neck she smiled in satisfaction and relief.

The shocking realization that she was still in his arms in the castle and not struck down to ash by God was almost equal to the sensation of her orgasm. Why had God not taken action upon them? Flitting her eyes open she saw a drizzle of sunlight shining over her body and Harry's as they sat on her bed, as if the sun would still rise and the day would continue to tick on as normal. As if they hadn't just participated in something so vile.

But her feelings of narrow escape turned into shameful regret when she felt his hand brushing against her skin and he grunted behind her as he moved. She shot forward and turned to look at him and found his pleasant face all flushed and at ease. How could he be so casual?

"What have I done?" She spoke to herself as she climbed away from him and smoothed her dress down to cover her legs.

Harry draped his arms across the feathered pillows and watched her with an amused expression. "What is it now?"

She got to her feet and shook her head as she spun away from the vision of the handsome man spread out on the bed she'd just been in. "We've sinned! God will find his vengeance on us soon!"

He laughed and sat up. "Does it appear to you that God cares what we just did? You are still alive and well, mouse. And I am just as healthy and whole as before."

"That doesn't mean he won't repay us with his anger."

Getting off of her bed he pulled her back into his chest and grinned as he spoke quietly.

"You are no woman of virtue, Y/n. Do not pretend you didn't enjoy yourself. The only shame you should be feeling is that you have been led to believe that your pleasure is a sin. Soon, you'll be begging me for more."

She huffed as she jerked herself away from him and stepped toward the table with the pitcher of water, placing her palms down on the wood. She heard him walking away toward her door and glanced at him as he turned before opening it.

"I'll find Phoebe to bring you your breakfast. You still need plumping."

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His wife-to-be could read. Harry almost couldn't believe it but she had a book on her bed that she'd been reading (naughty little thing) and he tried not to show her how surprised he was by that revelation but he was quite taken aback. Thanks to The Enlightenment, it was becoming more common for women to read but the lower classes weren't educated in that way quite yet. In truth, he couldn't have been more pleased to learn that his little mouse had some brains after all.

The middle-class proletariats and the wealthy gentry would not agree that this was a good thing. Their Christian morals led them to believe that only those of rank should have the ability. Someone poverty-stricken with the skill wouldn't know how to control their urges and read the right things. They'd balk at a woman of poverty reading just as much as they'd soon balk at the idea of Y/n being their queen. He couldn't wait to introduce Y/n and her family to the public.

The Lord Mayor had only heard that Harry had found a wife, not who the girl was just yet. He smiled as he imagined the look on his face when he met her and the family at dinner. Of course, his council would be there as well and he knew they'd have a fit over it.

"Sir, Y/n's family has arrived. They have been shown their quarters, warm baths drawn, and wardrobes ready. Dinner will be served in one hour and a half," Fred spoke. "And Y/n… Well, it seems she's unhappy with the dressings she's been given. Something about the unmentionables being too tight. She refuses to wear the appropriate clothing."

"My wife may wear whatever she pleases. If she doesn't like the underdressings then she does not need them. Tell her assistant to stop trying to force her to comply or else I'll find her a new one."

Fred quietly left the sitting room where Harry was enjoying a warm fire and a stiff gin. He'd go and help Y/n dress himself if she wasn't so squeamish around him. Though, he did enjoy their morning tryst, he knew she'd need time to get used to her new setting.

"You!" Harry spotted a worker scurrying past the room and stood from his chair.

The young man stopped and looked at the king with wide eyes as if he were in trouble. He bowed his head quickly. "My Lord."

"Whatever task you've been given, forget it. Your new duty is to go into the library and find as many smut books as you can and have them delivered to the Rose Room before the end of the day."

The man nodded. "Yes, My Lord."

. .

Y/n was as shaky as a feather as she stepped into the Great Hall with Harry by her side. Her mother and father stood quickly, followed by her sisters, and then finally her grandmother. She noted they were all washed and wearing fine clothing. Her sisters wore big grins as her mother wobbled out a sob (the woman could tend to be a bit dramatic).

They'd never seen one another dressed so nicely before. It was a new world for all of them. Her grandmother had a large pearl pin in her hair and rouge on her cheeks. Her mother's linen yellow gown looked perfectly fitted for her. Y/n's father looked regal and influential in his dark blue tailcoat and silk cravat, while her sisters were adorned in colorful muslin with full skirts.

But Y/n… All eyes were on her as she walked toward the royal table, arm tucked into Harry's. Her extravagant velvet gown was a soft green color that matched the king's eyes. The ruffled bust was nearly draped from her shoulders, her neckline on display. The skirt of the dress was full (but not as full as it would have been if she'd worn the proper gear) and there were sewn-in patterns in the shape of vines and flowers in dark green. She was a vision.

Harry's chair was pulled out first and he sat at the head of the table as Y/n sat to his right. The long table was draped in white linen cloths, topped with silver and gold platters and plates, and crystal glassware. Lavish flower centerpieces were spaced out between the covered dishes and the room smelled divine.

There were seven men that sat with them, all scrutinizing the king's pick. They'd never heard the last name of her family as it was not common in high-class society. Which could only mean that the king had not selected advantageously.

"Y/l/n… Where does that name hail from?" One of the men spoke as the servers began to plate food for everyone.

"Does it matter?" Harry barked as he shot his gaze across the table to the man who spoke out of turn.

"Of course it does. The kingdom is relying on a favorable match. And to my eye, I do not suspect these people have any clue of the standard we must uphold. We must maintain—"

"You will keep quiet about your opinion, for it does not concern you who I marry or why."

"Your Majesty, with all due respect—"

"You too will not speak on this matter." Harry raised his voice at the other man who'd chimed in. "Let us enjoy our dinner, yes? No more talk of class or agreeable matches. I am the king and I have made my choice. I'm not interested in hearing your insignificant drivel."

Y/n's carving of meat was plated before her and she nearly gasped at the spectacle. She looked up at the man who'd served it and before he could step away to carve a portion for her father who sat to her right Harry stopped him.

"Give her twice as much as the rest of us, and the fat too."

Y/n looked at the king, down to her plate, and then back at him again. "Why? I can't possibly eat—"

"You need the fat. You have been underfed for too long."

"Enjoy it, dear. The king is right," her father spoke quietly to her.

She leaned forward and looked at her mother who sat on the other side of her father and reached across to take her mother's hand as she'd begun to cry. "Don't do that, Mother. There's no need for it."

Her mother inhaled a sob and nodded. "I know. I just can't believe this is happening to us. What did we do to find ourselves in such favor? And you!" She wobbled out a shallow cry. "Who knew you'd caught the king's eye? We didn't realize he'd been courting you!"

Harry chuckled and looked at Y/n as she tried to calm her mother while her plate was piled high with meat and roasted potato. Her sisters whispered amongst themselves, discussing their outfits and the jeweled pins in their hair as the Lord Mayor sighed in displeasure.

Y/n's family was a nightmare. They were unfit for such a designation and looking at all of them The Lord Mayor was sure they were as well behaved as street dogs. Her father began eating his food before the king even took a bite of his own, the mother was sobbing like a lunatic, tears falling onto her plate, and her sisters were whispering and giggling like they were playing child's games at the royal table.

He stood from his spot, his chair sliding back and he slammed his hands down onto the table. He was provoked to finally speak his peace. "This cannot go on! What a disgrace to Thornekeep to have these commoners assigned a place amongst royalty. I will not stand for this mockery! Your father—"

"My father is dead!" Harry stood from his chair and loudly spoke over the Lord Mayor's voice. "Sit down or leave at once! You will not insult these people or I will have your head!"

"You do not have that kind of power, yo—"

"The Bloody Code says I do and I will evoke it should you say another damned word against them. Leave! All of you!" Harry pointed toward the arched opening that would lead them from the Great Hall.

The council and Y/n's family all stood up quickly. "Not you. Just the blunderbusses who think themselves worthy of their titles," Harry spoke.

The men all mumbled unintelligible things under their breath as they left their untouched food on the table and scurried away in haste. When it was just Harry and Y/n's family at the table he smiled. "Please, enjoy your supper."

The king had to admit, he quite enjoyed the liveliness of the dinner once the council and Lord Mayor were gone. Y/n's family was not trained in the usual way of the upper classes and so their etiquette was unrefined at best. They slurped and laughed and chatted like they were at a pub. Even Y/n was a messy eater as he watched her once wipe her hands on the skirt of her dress. And halfway through, the young girls were chasing each other around the table and using the linens to play hide and seek underneath.

When the dinner was finished and the family had all left the table and were taken back to their quarters Y/n's chair was pulled from behind and she stood to take Harry's arm as she looked up at him before he led them out of the Great Hall. She spotted the guard who'd taken her to her room from the evening prior and greeted him kindly.

"Good afternoon, George." She smiled at the guard.

Harry stopped and looked at his guard and down to his queen-to-be. "Do you know one another?"

Y/n nodded looking from George back up to Harry. "Yes. Last night in the library. He stood guard."

"And how do you know his first name?"

"Phoebe called him by it."

Harry looked at his guard, releasing Y/n's arm as he stepped forward. "And what do you think of my wife-to-be? Dashing isn't she?"

George flicked his sight to Y/n before fixing it to Harry. "My Lord, she'll be suitable for the kingdom."

"No, she won't, which is why I picked her. But tell me. Did you see the books she selected?"

"No, sir."

Harry let his shoulders relax as he looked down at Y/n and pulled his arm around her back, clutching at her hip. "Your assistant introduced you to him? Why is that?"

She didn't understand the inquisition at first. "Because Phoebe was tired and I told her she could return to her room to rest. She asked George if he could help me back to my room after I was finished."

The edge of his mouth flitted up before it dropped back into place. "Is that so? You two were alone in the library?"

Y/n looked from George to Harry, suddenly realizing her error. "Well, only for a bit. I sent Phoebe away. It was quick. And then I went to my room. Nothing mo—"

"Did you invite him into your room as well?"

"No! Of course not!"

"Do not raise your voice at me," he snapped.

"Sorry," she whispered and looked downward.

"Did he touch you?"

"No, My Lord."

"I'd wager he wanted to. Isn't that right, George? Pretty thing such as this can be quite tempting when the night has come. Have yourself a good look at the future queen, then?"

"No, sir."

Harry looked at Y/n and she felt his cold demeanor pouring icy down her frame as he grasped the nape of her neck. "Why not have a gander now, George? Don't be timid. Go on. Look at her. The curve of her neck and soft cheeks arouse thoughts of youth and beauty. The way her chest rises heavily under such scrutiny is quite stimulating to the eye, is it not?"

Y/n swallowed and kept her sight forward on the silk flock wallpaper as Harry held her still. The moment was unpleasant with Harry scrutinizing and intimidating his guard. George remained silent as her heart rate ramped up wildly.

"You're not even looking at her. Why is that? Is it because you're only bold enough to glimpse at what's mine when I'm not in party? While I was sleeping in my chambers my wife-to-be was alone with the night guard. Look at her."

She tried to pry away from Harry's hold and scowled at him for his rough behavior with George. George hadn't done anything wrong at all and yet here the king was, berating him and acting like a foolish cracked twat.

The guard hesitantly looked at Y/n, keeping his eyes above the line of her neck as he remained silent.

"What do you see? Hmm?" Harry practically snarled.

"Sir, I see your bride-to-be."

"That's right. Mine. Your station will be with the front guards from now on. You are not to approach her or talk to her ever again. Do I make myself clear?"

"Do not punish him! He did nothing wrong!" Y/n balked and once again, tried pulling herself from Harry's grip.

Harry squinted down at her and scoffed. "If I say he did something wrong, then he did." He released her arm, making her tumble back a few steps as he looked at Phoebe. "Take her to her room. Do not let her come back out for the night."

"You're awful!" Y/n bellowed at him. She'd had such a wonderful dinner with her family and even began to feel warmth from the king as he'd stood up for her family with such fervour when they'd been insulted by the council.

Harry merely let out an annoyed laugh at her as he looked back at George. "Tell Niall he's been promoted to your position and send him here to set up. Go at once."

If there was one thing she'd learned about the king in her short time knowing him, it was that he both infuriated and confused her to her core. And there was the matter of the way he aroused her curiosity as well, but that was a thought for another day. Because at that moment, she wanted to strike his pretty face with her fist as hard as she could muster.

When Phoebe opened the door to her room she flung herself inside and began to pull at her dress as tears worked their way down her cheeks. "I hate him! I hate him!"

"He can be quite crude at times," Phoebe offered.

"He's awful! I will… I will…" She balled her fists and shrieked loudly as she bristled in anger. "I will not marry such a devil."

"Here, let me help you," Phoebe reached for her gown and worked the buttons at the back to allow her to finally pull it off, leaving her in only her chemise and drawers. "Better?"

Y/n nodded and rubbed at her face. "Yes, thank you." She breathed and sat down on the chair near her fireplace. "I need to be by myself, I think. Will you come back in an hour? Please?"

Phoebe smiled softly. "Of course. Whatever you like. I'll return in one hour."

The silence of the room surrounded her as she closed her eyes and laid back into the chair to breathe and to think. She wasn't used to the ways of the upper class and she certainly wasn't used to being bossed around as the king did to her and to everyone else. But, she could admit, she enjoyed the lavish things around her. Her bed in particular was of note.

She looked toward the perfectly made, pillowy cloud across the room and sat up quickly when she saw a basket on the floor next to it. She hadn't seen it before. Standing from the chair, she walked toward it, assessing the contents, and realized it was full of books!

Plucking one of the bindings up to inspect she inhaled softly when she realized what kind of book it was. Flipping through the pages she smiled and then looked down at the basket again and bent to see another book of smut and then another, and yet another.

She sat at the edge of her bed and stared toward her fireplace. There was no question to her who'd sent the books for her. Phoebe, could not only not read but wouldn't dare do such a thing. The only other person who knew about the smut book she'd gotten from the library was the same man she wished to give a thorough thrashing to.

The king, Harry Styles, had sent a basket of books to her room. And Y/n wasn't sure how that made her feel. She wanted to hold onto her rage for a while longer but as she pulled herself into her bed and opened up one of the books to read, she felt a sliver of her anger disintegrate. Perhaps things weren't perfect, but certainly, anyone would agree, it was much better than sitting out in the cold seeking small kindnesses from strangers who thought her no better than a street dog.

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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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