#tw pregnant anon

[wilhelmina1233]

Sl!t ur wrists n' put salt on the cvts!!

Tw Pregnant anon

Man why do you keep venting your sh fetish in my inbox I don't fw it. Are you obsessed with seeing my body or smh weirdo/j

I drew you pregnant

You may not have the perfect bump but we support you💓💓 (not really)

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Hi can you write like a small one-shot where thor sneaks the reader into Asgard to surprise loki for Christmas and because she needs to tell him that shes pregnant

.⋆｡The Things He Left Behind｡⋆.

Loki x plus size reader

Pregnancy announcements can be terrifying even for regular people but with your baby daddy being a Frost Giant, god, a criminal and someone who has pretty much implied he doesn’t want kids, you have a long uphill battle. Oh, and it’s Christmas

Warnings: pregnancy, fear of rejection, fluff, brief mentions of morning sickness and nausea, implied smut, tiny bit of angst

WC: 2.7k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Being pregnant was an interesting phenomenon; a person was growing inside of you, someone who would grow up to be their own adult. You knew logically that at only a couple months along, the baby was simply a clump of cells that would eventually mature into something new. But already, you were so attached to the life that could be.

Normally, something so monumental as being pregnant with a child born from love between life partners would be celebrated, but your heart was filled with dread and fear. The relationship you had was rocky at best, not in terms of love, there was plenty of that, but because he was a criminal and a dangerous one at that.

It was a punishment for his crimes. He was to be kept on Earth, stuck with the men and women he had attempted to rule. You met him by chance, accidentally bumping into the striking god as you were rushing to attend a meeting on behalf of your boss. As you fell to the floor, you caught his eyes and something shifted within you as it did within him.

Your love had been secret, growing in the darkness of the dead of night, in shadowy corridors and empty rooms. Your soul ached for him as if he held a piece of you in his cold hands, never to be returned. You were his just as much as he was yours and for a time, that was enough. 

But as the months carried on, the looming threat of his inevitable departure became monstrous. There was no changing his fate, he would have to leave and you both knew that your pleas and your begging for him to stay would fall on deaf ears. So on his last night with you, he slipped from the not-so-watchful eyes of Earth’s greatest heroes and stole you away.

He took you to Paris, lavishing you with gifts that you still held sacred to this day. He worshipped you with everything he had, taking you apart over and over again until the cold light of day washed over your naked bodies and he was forced to leave your bed in handcuffs.

But jewels and books were not the only things he left you. 

The exhaustion came first, then the extreme tenderness of your breasts, and lastly, the dreaded morning sickness. Your boss, Maria Hill, was the first to broach the issue with you after you had fallen asleep at your desk one too many times. She shoved the box of tests into your hand, telling you it was ok and that she knew but didn’t judge. 

Now, as the first snow of the year began to fall and your stomach was beginning to round out, you approached the one man who could help you. “Thor?” His eyes met yours from over the back of the huge leather sofa. A pop-tart crumb hung on the corner of his lips which fell off as soon as he smiled when he saw you. 

“Ah! My brother’s love! How are you on this fine day?” You chuckled humorlessly and decided to indulge the god for a bit before asking him a favour which might get him into some serious trouble.

“I’m doing ok, looking forward to Christmas.” You nervously shuffled on your feet, the modest kitten heels you had been forced to wear because of your aching feet, clicking against the dark hardwood flooring. Even with his deep confusion regarding human behaviour, Thor could see how anxious you were.

He shifted forward and rose from the couch then turned to you. “There is something amiss, what is it?”

“You need to get me to Asgard. I have to see Loki.” He froze as a bewildered look came over his face. 

“I cannot do that my lady. Even I am not allowed to visit my brother and he is, well he is my little brother. Odin has ordered him to be isolated from everyone as his-“

“I’m pregnant!” You blurted out, interrupting the god. “I’m pregnant with Loki’s baby.” Thor’s body physically seized as the weight of your words hit him. His blue eyes went wide with shock, and if you weren’t mistaken, maybe a little bit of excitement. 

Tentatively, he inched closer to you. Like a puppy, he was vibrating with nerves. “Really!” Unable to help yourself, you smiled at your friend.

“Really really.” Your hand came to rest on the soft fat above your womb. “But Thor, Loki needs to know. And I need help, I don’t know how a human body will handle growing a half-Frost Giant demigod.” 

“Yes.” He agreed. “Yes! We must bring you back home and then we can fix all of this.” Thor looked frazzled as he righted himself in front of you. “Mother will have some idea of what to do and I’m sure she will be able to sneak you into the prison.” Before you could realise what was happening, Thor had swept you into his muscular arms and was running through the compound.

“Thor! We can’t go now! I need to get my things!” You bounced with every step he took and you clung to his shirt. 

Thor shook his head. “I can bring you new things, we must get you home.” The winter air hit you like a slap in the face as the god bounded outside, not even flinching at the drastic change in temperature. “Just hold tight my friend, you will be with your beloved soon enough!”

——————

Asgard was completely overwhelming and as you walked through the golden streets, arm linked with Thor’s, you finally understood why Loki spoke so ill of the place. Each and every person you passed carried an air of smug superiority about them, even as they bent in a shallow bow or curtsy to their prince. They were gods, perfect beings who had conquered worlds and existed for thousands of years in peace.

The huge palace drew closer and your hold tightened around Thor. You had the distinct urge to hold your belly for comfort, to know that part of Loki was still with you, but you were scared of the judgemental gazes of the beautiful people around you. “We are almost there my friend. I will take you straight to the Allmother.”

He patted your hand kindly. “Everyone here is scarily beautiful.” You mutter under your breath but evidently he heard you.

“Then you will fit right in.” He murmured back as you stepped over the threshold to his childhood home. The ornate walls towered over you both, sealing you into a place you should have never been. The gold is almost blinding, coating pretty much every surface as far as the eye could see.

You cringed at the loudness of your small heels against the floor, the sound echoing through the great halls like a drum. Your fingers curled into Thor’s warm skin. He glanced down at you but your eyes were fixed straight ahead, oblivious to his gaze. He just started walking faster, unable to find the words to comfort you.

The smell of lilies invaded your senses, turning your stomach. Your nausea had settled after your first trimester ended but apparently the baby just didn’t like flowers. The smell steadily became stronger, as did the urge to throw up but by the time you reached a set of dark oak doors, your nerves were far more overpowering.

Before Thor could even raise his fist to knock, the doors swung inwards, revealing a bright but homey room absolutely bursting with colour. An older woman stood in the entryway, dressed simply in a flowing green dress, her dark blonde hair braided back simply. Her eyes lit up with a knowing light. “My Thor.” She cooed, easily accepting a crushing hug from the god before she turned to you. 

“I have been waiting to meet you for a very long time my dear.” She said plainly and suddenly all your nerves were gone. Your grimace floated into a smile as her arms wrapped around you in a hug so loving it made your chest burn with affection. 

Unable to stop yourself, you nuzzle into her safe embrace, your whole body relaxing. She laid a kiss to your temple before pulling away but her hands remained firmly on your shoulders. “Loki has told me all about you, he will be happy to see you.”

Anxiety returned like a tidal wave, washing away the warm feeling your almost mother-in-law gave you. Your smile dimmed while your hands came to rest on your lower stomach. “He might not be as excited when he learns why I’m here.” 

Frigg’s hands move to cup your rounded cheeks, forcing you to meet her eyes. “He loves you and he will love the child. Even if it doesn’t seem that way at first. Now let us make sure you and the little one are fed and healthy and then you can see him.” She took you by your left hand and guided you further into the room as Thor, with a huge smile on his face, left the two of you alone to talk.

——————

Christmas was vastly different on Asgard, you learned quickly. There was no snow, no cold, no carols or quiet nights. It mainly consisted of feasts and celebrations that lasted for days. But what was the same were the gifts. Thousands were exchanged through the festivities and Thor had somehow gotten into his head that you were the gift he was going to give to his estranged brother.

Much to his own and his mother’s amusement, he ripped up a piece of fabric and tied it in a bow around your midsection. “Come now! He will love it!” You just huffed and rolled your eyes but allowed him to continue making small adjustments to the bow. 

Frigg sat on one of the many couches in her chambers, sipping on a now mostly cold cup of tea as she laughed at the pair of you. A large weight had been lifted from the room now that the healer had confirmed the baby was healthy and growing as they should. 

And now, a warmth grew within you. This was what you wanted, a loving family with the man who had so easily snatched up your heart. All of the material things he had left behind were nothing compared to this moment. 

As the sun began to set over the great city, you were bundled up in a thick cloak that disguised you well and led you down to the prison. The guards turned their heads as who they assumed was the queen passed by on her nightly visit to her younger son. They knew it was technically not allowed by the king but it stopped the dark prince from destroying his cell every chance he got, so they just let it happen.

His cage was kept far away from the others, isolated for his crimes, even from those who faced the same harsh punishments. Yet he was given luxuries that none of the others were afforded, Loki assumed it was pity from his adoptive family that drove them to decorate the small room with lavish goods.

From the angle at which you entered his part of the prison, you could clearly see your love without him seeing you. You felt like crying. He was so close, you swore if you reached out just a few inches, you could touch him. 

Loki was sitting on the ground, his back to you, as he stared off into space. His hair, normally clean and beautifully styled, fell in front of his face in unruly raven waves, partially hiding his paler than normal skin. He was barefoot and wearing clothes that should have been changed days ago.

Your heart lurched at the sight of him. In the months you had known him, you had never seen the god so… broken.  And you supposed that’s what he was. He had been tortured and betrayed, cast aside by the only people he had known as his family before being labelled a criminal and thrown away to rot. Tears blurred your vision before you quickly wiped them away with a sniffle.

“I have told you that I do not want to see anyone mother.” He hissed, letting his head fall back against the enchanted glass as he did so.

“I had hoped that you would make an exception for me.” Your voice was weak but just the sound alone caused his whole body to freeze. 

Slowly, almost cautiously, he rose to his feet, turning on his heel to face you. As soon as his eyes met yours, his body visibly fell and his face disappeared behind his hands. “Loki?” A heartbreaking sob ripped from his lungs as he collapsed to his knees.

Panic set your veins alight and with a trembling hand, you used the small magic key Frigg had bestowed upon you to enter the cell. You wasted no time, immediately taking him into your arms for the first time in months.

His face burrowed into the crook of your neck as he wound around you. He shook in your embrace, his tears soaking through your clothes as he cried, holding onto you as tight as you could. You placed kiss after kiss to his head in a vain attempt to sooth him as you succumbed to your own emotions.

“Are you really here?” You tried to answer him through the tears but all you could get out was more of a grunt than a word but you nodded against his hair and squeezed him even tighter. “H-how?”

Loki pulled away from you just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes were bloodshot, making the blue of his irises even more striking. “Thor and your mother.” You managed to stammer out. 

There was a brief moment of silence as his dark brow furrowed in what you assumed to be confusion. His gaze dropped down to your body, still hidden by the thick cloak, then looked around the cell as if searching for someone. “Who else is here? I sense another presence.” 

“That's why I came here.” You gently guided his left hand down to your bump that seemed to grow each day, laying his palm flat against your stomach. “I’m pregnant.”

Loki’s breath caught, his eyes going wide. And he flinched.

Immediately, you were consumed by the fear you had tried so hard to tamp down since the first moment you saw that little plus sign on the test. He didn’t want the baby, he didn’t want you. This whole thing was a mistake, your mind screamed at you. But as your muscles tensed like you were preparing to run, Loki snapped out of it.

The world blurred around you and suddenly you were laying on a small bed in the corner, Loki hovering over you. His lean body slid easily between your soft thighs, pinning you to the surprisingly comfortable mattress with his weight. “My love. You’re truly with child?” His voice shook, his hand returning to your stomach.

“26 weeks as of yesterday and perfectly healthy.” He nodded and met your gaze once more, a small smile growing on his pallid lips.

“I had a feeling. I thought- I thought something happened to you but it was just a new life being formed.” You breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed against the bed.

“And how would you know that?” You cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Darling just because I have been locked away doesn’t mean that I can’t still use my magic.” His hand slipped up your front, obviously intending to go for your swollen breast but he paused at the extra piece of fabric that was now laying around your waist. “What is this?”

You responded with a giggle. “A bow. Thor wanted to give me to you for Christmas.” A fond look came over his face then, a realisation that you were not yet privy to.

“Indeed this is the best gift he could have ever given me.” Then for the first time in six months, he kissed you.

And as he stripped away your clothes and made love to you more tenderly than ever before, you couldn’t help but agree- this was the best gift to ever have been given

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[peachesofteal]

Girrrrllll, I saw your reblog about writing something else for the forced pregnancy fic for Simon and let me say you should absolutely do it!!! Maybe reader has been feeling pregnancy symptoms and just to make sure she takes the test and founds out she is. And it's right before she has to meet up with Simon about the divorce papers😭. So now that plan is out the window and of course Simon will be delighted to hear the news-🥞

Terrible news, I wrote it into a 5k ✨ fic ✨

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Hi it's @clone-anon

Being pregnant was not super fun. It's not that you thought you'd have rainbows and glitter lining your path every day, but it wouldn't be half bad if your body could cut you a break. You tried to take it easy where you could, but it seemed too soon to take it easy.

Hunter sat down next to you and pulled you close. He placed a kiss on your head and nuzzled his nose in your hair, just wanting to make sure you knew he was there.

"It's gonna be okay," he said.

"I know," you were quick to reply. "I don't regret this."

"I'm not saying you regret it," he said with a knowing smile. "I'm saying it's okay if you feel bummed right now, but I promise we'll get through it together."

You understood what he meant and nodded a little. Hunter placed his hand on your stomach, trying to sense anything he could and somehow tell your baby that their dad was there too and he'd always be there for the both of you.

"Come to bed with me," he said softly.

It was getting later and you couldn't deny you were tired. Hunter got up and held out his hand like he always did. You smiled up at him and took it. You got ready for sleep and got into bed. Hunter helped you adjust any pillows that could be in a better position, but also made sure to be close. You talked about how things were going and what might be around the bend while laying in bed with dimmed lights. When you were ready, he turned the lights out and you shared a kiss.

"I love you, mesh'la," he said.

You took his hand and kissed each knuckle. "I love you too."

My dearest... the sobbing puddle you've reduced me to... I really... really needed this today... Sweet, patient, considerate Hunter being so supportive and gentle... my heart... Thank you

Just to fill everyone else in, I've had some potentially concerning issues popping up since Friday. So far, nothing's been confirmed, but some pretty scary words and warnings have been thrown around with the full admission that my midwives don't know exactly what's going on. I'm waiting for some tests, but it's been pretty stressful. And painful, though I was far less concerned about that until I learned that it could mean my little one's at risk...

All this to say, sorry I haven't responded to anyone recently. I see and adore your comments, I just haven't been in a state of mind to be particularly social...

@clone-anon, again, thank you. This perfect bit of comfort means so, so much

[frownyalfred]

I see that pregnancy brain has fully taken a hold of Bruce

Is it the pregnancy, the nesting, or the 30+ years of denied instincts all hitting him at once? Who knows! But man is he gonna make everyone insane (said lovingly).

[starscoffeecreamer]

Rnskkdja

Dratchet sparking Rodimus on accident.

They couldn’t help wanting to breed him, fragging him at the same time, stretching out his valve and marking him, they had every intention of pulling out while talking dirty but then he squeezed down and they made him bounce and his pouches bounced so hard and smacked each other, piercing glinting in the light, they ended up spilling inside him.

Completely unprotected spikes that spilled load after load of transfluid his tanks started to swell.

Those gold “frag me” nozzle piercings were dangerous.

-🧸

Ooooooh yesssss god anon your thoughts are beautiful

They were gonna pull out but Roddy's bouncing boobies and clenching valve pretty much screaming "frag me" at them couldn't go unloved, right?

And then boom Roddy's pregnant with babies, whoops

[merakiui]

omg the new club card is doing Things™ to me, and now I can't stop thinking about mad scientist duo Trey Clover and Rook Hunt who are having fun doing all kinds of experiment to a darling, you know, for the sake of science! (And pregnancy and lactation are very important branches of science indeed)

🌟 anon

The most important branches!!! They’re definitely giving you potions to increase your fertility. Maybe even a transformation potion to turn you into a hucow. >:D you’re also fed a cocktail of drugs that make you feel so dazed and loopy, unable to properly struggle when they pin you down to study all of the changes brought on by scientific alteration. And when you start lactating, they’re beyond curious. Trey might want to bottle some and use it in his baking hehe!! Rook is a freak, so he’ll just take it right from the source and he’s shameless about it. He always notes how pretty you look when you’re frantically trying to understand the new changes in your body. <3

Once they do knock you up, you become less of a lab rat and more of an assistant. They can’t risk hurting the baby with their meddling, after all! So for now you remain untouched (albeit for the times they fuck you and, embarrassingly enough, your libido has only increased with pregnancy. And Trey and Rook are always so willing to help out with that little trouble of yours).

[propertyofwhitney67]

How do you think Whitney would react if PC got pregnant with quintuplets?

-🦋

Oh boy

Very surprised and probably panics a bit. How is he gonna care for you and all these kids?

Eventually, maybe after the fact, he laughs about it. Makes jokes about how fertile he is.

[homoeroticicarus]

Be a good little whore and offer your fertile uterus to a horny pervert… that’s what free use fleshlights like you are made for

having my uterus brought up makes me so dysphoric & I love that

I have so many fantasies of being a pump and dump for people and becoming a single mom ♥

[cock-worshipping-tomboy]

When you imagine yourself getting raped do you think you'll hate it the whole way through despite how good it feels for your rapist to use you, or do you imagine you'll give in to the pleasure and beg for him to violate you harder

I think I would hate it and struggle at first, but then as he naturally overpowers me, since I am female, I would just accept my fate and stop resisting. My pussy would probably be super wet because I'm a sex addict and my body is used to getting super wet ^^ completely unaware I'm about to be impregnated against my will and I will become a single mother as my rapist leaves sattisfied after a moment of fun.

[mpreg-ask-blog]

Angel, are you okay? You seem very depressed in those last posts (literally just caught up on this blog)

Angel: Oh…Alright I’ll come clean.

I’m okay, sort of. I mean, physically I feel like I got hit by a truck, but I’ll admit my depression has gotten worse. The preganancy has been taking its toll, but I’m okay. Thanks for asking, hon.

[gojoest]

https://www.tumblr.com/gojoest/750385061305745409/do-you-ever-think-about-the-last-night-you-spend

Sharing is not always caring this actually made me cry 😭😭😭 if I was actually a sorcerer that lives there nobody would’ve stopped me from joining Satoru in his fight with sukuna😭😭😭 it’s better than seeing him cut in half 🤧🤧🤧

it was a moment of weakness 💔🥲 but sometimes i ponder….

[frownyalfred]

god... did you play arkham games? you know there's a scene in arkham knight wheres Bruce and Jason fight and Bruces is trying so much to convice Jason that he's Robin and not the arkham knight, he's not what Joker made him be (make jason hating Batman and hunt him down) and Jason with his voice cracking in between shouting back to Bruce ''stop talking to me!''. I think it'll have this vibe

Jason knows Bruce can max out on speech when he wants to and they’re more evenly matched if he keeps it to a physical fight. Once Bruce brings out the “Jay 🥺—” he’s done for.

[divinemanicstate]

Hi! So, this might sound like a weird question and I know not everyone likes this kind of idea but have you ever thought of an mpreg quarjake?

hi there

no thats fine, i know its not a topic for everyone but im open to discussing it

so technically in my head na'vi babies can be conceived in weird eywa magic ways too

not necessarily excluding the options for male pregnancy since well - they're aliens and i love me a bit more complicated biology than just "females give birth, males impregnate"

noowww onto answering the specific question - i have yeah, they have a kid in my toruk makto quaritch au (and just in current qj too but that ones a different story)

its actually pretty sweet in my head because jakes gift to quaritch comes in the form of a second son (of course we re including spider)

he wants miles to experience proper fatherhood and genuinely believes we would be a great parent

[sevens-evan]

Trans men get all the downsides of masculinity and femininity. They’re treated as a threat, get male pattern baldness, seen as foreign and ‘one of them’ to women. But they’re weaker and shorter than cis men, they can only get pregnant not get other people pregnant, and people seriously make porn fantasizing about knocking trans men up. It’s pretty bleak.

are you sending me this because you think i don't already know it or are you just trying to ruin my night

[dont-blame-it-on-the-kids]

(and I hc Rohan is a rainbow baby soooo)- 😭 ooh I would love to hear some elaboration on this

It’s very late for me (almost midnight) so I’m gonna do my best to explain!!

I think the Pemzin timeline is Only about 10 years before the start of show. I think they got married beginning of year had Jinorra by the end of the year. So I do think they got pregnant right away!

Ikki is 7. Start of show. And Meelo is 5. That’s ~2-3 years between each makes sense gives Pema more than enough time to heal and raise the kids so they don’t have seven toddlers running around. It’s the average age gap between kids in large families like this one.

Rohan is Born End of Book 1. That’s 5 probably closer to 6 years between him and Meelo.

Why the sudden gap?

Why suddenly wait when we don’t see any interaction with Pema from Tenzin that is not explicitly about the baby? (Leading to more than a few assumptions about their relationship)

I think she was pregnant when Meelo was ~2 but they ended up losing the pregnancy. Not sure why or how but there was a baby, confirmed a baby, and then it didn’t happen.

Hence why Tenzin is always telling her to be careful.

Hence why the First Thing Katara did when she saw Pema was check her health a the health of the baby.

Also why Pema didn’t want to worry Tenzin about pain she was feeling in her stomach during Amons attack on the city.

- She was so worried she lied to Asami and didn’t tell the other acolytes. If we assume my hc she probably thought she was having another miscarriage in the middle of this very stressful time and was either denying it or accepted she was going to end up somewhere on the island having a very much not fun late term miscarriage.

- to Defend This Point. I dont think we are ever told how far along she is?? Rohan could have been born prematurely by a month or so given the stress Amon’s war put on Pema by threatening her children and Husband. So if she wasn’t expecting him to be coming early. She could mistake the labor pains for the other worser kinds of pains.

Meelo has a line in some of the final episodes of “A brother! Well it’s about time!” He’s too young to understand everything yet and it’s probably a throw away line about him being the only boy but Still. The sting.

I hope this is what you were wanting!!

It’s just a little Flavor HC for Pema because she’s a really cool character that you can go a Lot of different ways with because she’s Given NOTHING other than Bolin so succinctly saying “The Put Upon Mom” in his list of wacky family ((((in Book 3 I believe))))