#v; preggo

[v-afterhours]

Also if I may request something too,

Anil, heavily pregnant with some obvious movement…but also having clearly grown tired of wild fruit and found more…larger and meatier things to swallow. Which also is kicking up a storm in their belly…👀

Looks like first contact with Cornukids didn't go as planned... Good thing the researchers brought their reformation devices!

Anil gets some extra protein for the kiddos, too!

[r-18g]

omegaverse marinara? call that mprego

[emeraldxphoenix]

soft family thing for @victoriousfidelity

Awareness fades in slowly, like a hazy morning mist. It teases at the edges of Loki’s mind, curling around their thoughts and offering to pull them back into the navy depths of sleep. But it’s late in the morning – don’t ask how they know, they just do – the absence of Boða at their back telling them she must be awake with Fen, and everyone knows she’ll let the kid in to wake them up if they stay in here too long. Reluctantly, Loki opens their eyes.

Before them is a sight well worth staying awake for: Sigyn lies on her back dozing, copper hair fanned out around her head and one arm reached out towards her husband’s stomach. The bump is showing now, invisible beneath the warm furs but clear for all to see once the trickster rises and dresses. Here, in their perfect sanctuary, they don’t get so much as a second glance when they walk around pregnant in public, but Loki is smart enough to know to stay clear of Asgard until the child is born. They already receive distrustful looks aplenty, and don't intend to make the mistake of trusting Odin around one of their children again.

Sleepily content, the trickster reaches out their seiðr to their surroundings, bumping gently up against Sigyn’s and twining around the child in their womb. It’s another boy, they’re fairly sure. At least biologically speaking, anyway – it’s impossible to know yet who they will choose to be as a person, and whether they will be able to shift like their parents. All Loki knows is that this child is loved, and that they will never have cause to doubt it. A soft nudge against the baby with their magic, like a loving hand on their head, and the god turns their attention back to their wife. Only to halt in their tracks. 

A moment, and there it is again: the barest flicker of a dual flame of seiðr. What. What is that. What is happening. Is that..

“Sig.” Forehead furrows. “Sig, darling, wake up.”

[alex-the-discoboy]

"I want babies!!!"

- Roommate when talking to his fish. Again.

[simpforboys]

Just an idea but olo'eyktan!neteyam and preggo!reader but it's that one scene from ice age 3 where the dads like panicking and running around thinking that the baby's coming but its was actually a kick. (LOOK IK THE MOVIES ABOUT 12 FOOT FURRY ELEPHANTS BUT DON"T JUDGE ME ITS A 3AM THOUGHT) (link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QfxmRsWGg_0)

-🍄

i think this is my sign to rewatch the ice age movies (i'm an ice age stan)

right here

olo'eyktan!neteyam x fem!pregnant!reader

summary: when a false rumor gets back to neteyam, it leads the anxious mighty warrior to panic

warnings: fluff, pre-dad!neteyam, swearing, neteyam is my fav boy ever

aged up characters

the raging wind blew neteyam's long braids as he rode his ikran, soldiers following behind him as they made their weekly hunt.

neteyam's ears flicked from the wind, his loincloth and feathered vest blowing gracefully.

neteyam called out to his warriors, circling in on an animal pack.

however, as they were beginning to land their ikrans, a call came in through the ear piece the group were wearing.

"neteyam- it is y/n. she has gone into labor."

neteyam's body froze once he heard lo'ak speak. his heart was pounding as the men and women looked at their leader, waiting for his word.

"continue with the kill."

his command was quick as he took off, ikran roaring as the banshee felt neteyam's nerves. he hadn't noticed his shaky hands and pounding heartbeat, his focus on getting home to you.

he landed quickly in the high camp, surprised there aren't more people panicking.

"where is y/n?" neteyam asked one of the people. the girl just shrugged back in response, watching neteyam take off.

"neteyam!" lo'ak caught sight of his brother. they both ran towards each other.

"where is she?" neteyam rushed.

"over here, c'mon, bro!" lo'ak lead his brother.

"i'm having a baby!" he announced to the clan, excitement taking over his long body.

people whooped and cheered, the women and children cocking their head at the olo'eyktan.

there had been no sign from eywa of you having your child, being only eight months along.

"code blue! code blue!" lo'ak ran with his brother, their large feet padding against the stone ground.

"or pink if it's a girl." neteyam happily slapped his brother's shoulder.

the tent was getting closer, neteyam pausing to grab some fresh water for you. his excitement was turning into nerves as lo'ak looked at his hesitant brother.

"what is wrong?" he asked, confusedly walking up to neteyam.

"it's finally happening... and i-"

"what is finally happening?"

your gentle voice scared both the brothers, your bulging belly appearing from the tent.

"my love- aren't you supposed to be in labor?"

neteyam's giant hand placed itself on your belly, feeling your baby kick against his palm.

"what?" you asked, your brow bow furrowing at your mate.

"oh my eywa- lo'ak i told you! it was just a kick!"

neteyam's ears fell flat as he looked between you and his little brother, the future uncle now blushing from embarrassment.

you rolled your eyes at lo'ak, feeling neteyam's hand travel down near the band of your loincloth. he stood on his knees, face by your tummy as he kissed your belly button.

"you gave sempu (daddy) a scare, baby."

"mhm." you playfully rolled your eyes, softly punching lo'ak in the arm.

"hey!"

the surrounding clan members whom where excited to welcome their future olo'eyktan or tsahik frowned from lo'ak's false rumor.

"that is the second false alarm this month!" a child pouted.

"alright people, nothing to see here." lo'ak pushed away the crowd as they went back to their tasks.

"darling, i know you are nervous. i am too, but that was a bit too much." you cupped neteyam's face as he stood now, slightly towering over you.

your pregnancy made your height shrink slightly, going from 8'8 to 8'6. neteyam kissed your forehead, standing at 9'4.

"i am sorry, i am just scared."

you rubbed your belly as your made pulled you into his embrace.

"i have seen you with tuk and the children, ma neteyam. you are going to be an amazing father."

neteyam reassuringly smiled.

"i will be right here with you every step of the way."

and once the baby did come, neteyam was calmer than ever (on the outside, not internally).

this was so cute omg

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Okay, either the scientist knew she was preggo or they just thought she was going through hormonal changes or whatever, there is NO WAY CROWLEY DOESNT KNOW THE HUMAN IS PREGGO.

Also, how much should I bet that Cater is just going to keep the whole world updated with every single DETAIL.

Oh, Lilia is going to have a FIELD DAY WHEN THE BABY IS BORN, same for Trein, he’s probably going to love it.

Referring to this fic snippet here:

Okay, to be fair, I forgot to mention that the events take place shortly after Yuu's arrival. Probably between chapter 2 and 3 given the timeline we have, which puts it at about...two, three weeks after the prologue and shortly after Riddle and Leona overblot.

As for the scientists/researchers, while logically speaking they would immediately jump at the chance to come to the island to start their studies, they first had to make sure these pictures circulating on Cater’s Magicam posts were legit first. Once it is established through a video or two that was posted, that's when they reach out to Crowley to make the arrangements!

And they actually arrive a week after the pregnancy announcement, so you can bet that they are very eager to get some studying done as quick as possible! 😂

As for the staff not realizing that fem!Yuu is pregnant, they are aware of what a pregnant monster's scent is like for sure. But because there hadn't been a human in centuries, even if Crowley was old enough to have been around humans, it's not like he remembers the scent off the top of his head! The staff would all essentially be like those confused cats and dogs trying to figure out what this strange bump is and why their human smells funny before instinctively feeling protective.

Can you just imagine Crowley building a nest for Yuu without realizing just *why* he was doing it in the first place? Or the blank stare he'd give the moment someone asked him like, "...why am I doing this??" and it only becomes clear shortly after the announcement, in which he tries to pretend he knew all along 😂

I'm also reminded of this one post where OP's cat had had multiple litters in the past and was so excited when OP got pregnant that the kitty kept trying to show her to the nest she made for OP's "kitten", and it was the sweetest thing I'd ever read 🥹

Anyway, you can bet your bottom madol that Cater will absolutely be keeping EVERYONE updated on Magicam throughout the whole process, and he is getting flooded with baby picture requests 🤣 It's also sweet how mothers come across the posts and try to offer advice that they'd learned on raising their kids, which is nice, though not all of the advice would really be practical based on species 😅 But at least they're sweet enough to offer that and words of encouragement! I can even see some inviting Yuu to a mother's support group meeting ;;v;;

You can also bet that Yuu will be receiving a lot of baby shower gifts and such from Cater’s followers. At least they don't have to worry about needing to buy diapers for a while! 🤣

Ooooooh yes, Lilia is going to be ecstatic to be able to hold and care for a baby again! He will offer to help watch over the little one (hadn't decided on a gender or name yet for the new baby) so Yuu can take a break, though don't worry about him trying to feed the baby his cooking. He learned and knows that milk is important for the baby, so he makes sure to have the bottles readily available even at Diasomnia~ (though Silver and the others make sure to keep an eye on him when it comes to feeding time just to be on the safe side)

Trein has already raised two daughters, and while he may not be interested in raising another, that's not to say he won't wind up spoiling the little human baby like any grandparent would! He'll also offer a shoulder for fem!Yuu to lean on and reassure her that she's doing a great job as a mother ;;v;;

[turtsmcgurts]

hi! I hate to bother you again but can you draw Metis when she was preparing for the triplets arrival? If not I understand because of your busy schedule. Thank you❤️

Hi there! And thank you for your interest in my oc :) I actually don't feel bothered by drawing requests! I just may not get to them for awhile if at all because of my schedule and other art I'm making! But I do have a few sketches of this nature so it works~ This is ofc when she was v preggo.

[beefrobeefcal]

Chubby!Frankie fic

Send in your thoughts, ask box is always open!

The Catfish & The Mouse: Part 3

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary: The trials and tribulations of a pregnant Mouse... and Frankie, too!

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 7,089

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, pregnancy sex, p in the v - unwrapped cos she preggo (don't be silly, cover you willy, kids!), talk of eating, belly praise, self esteem, weight gain

Author's Notes: IT'S HERE! And now you have to wait for Part 4! *maniacal laugh* Thanks be to @theywhowriteandknowthings for their eyes & sound judgement in proofing. And also to @harryleatherfit for being an awesome cheerleader.

The THOT TANK is always open for y'all to make a deposit - I'll never not love writing Frankie + Mouse 💜

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As soon as you showed Frankie the positive pregnancy test, he wanted to scream from the rooftops that he was gonna be a dad. He was downright elated and ready to tell everyone, but respected your request to wait until it was officially confirmed by your doctor.  

You booked your appointment for an afternoon later that week and both of you took the day off work. 

Even though you could have slept in, you found yourself wide awake with excitement. You rolled over and snuggled into Frankie’s side causing his gentle snoring to subside. He moved his arm, allowing you to snuggle in closer. 

“Morning, mama.”, he croaked.  

“Morning, daddy.”, you crooned back, nuzzling your face in him. 

You laid there quietly for a moment, only the sounds of your steady breaths breaking the silence. Then Frankie rolled towards you, pushing you onto your back, his hand gently rubbing circles on your stomach.  

“Gonna make sure there’s a baby in there today.”, he smiled, pressing a kiss to your neck.  

You smiled back, letting out a happy sigh, and out your hand on top of his. “Yup. But I’m pretty sure there is.” 

You could feel Frankie’s morning wood pressing up against your thigh and you knew where he was going with this morning cuddle session. As if on cue, Frankie began sliding his hand from your stomach into your sleep shorts while planting kisses along your neck and jaw.  

“You look so good, mama… love you like this… wet and ready for me…”, he cooed, dipping his fingers into your folds.  

You let out a few small moans, then gasped as he plunged a finger in. “Fuck… yeah… you’re so ready for me already, princess…”, he grunted, starting to push a second in. 

You were whimpering his name along with other unintelligible words while he slowly pumped in and out of you and grinded his hard on against you, grunting. As you were just starting to feel that telltale coil begin to wind up, he removed his hands, and grunted at you, “Take of your shorts… can’t wait…” 

Sleepy Frankie didn’t tease or shy away from anything when he wanted you; he was to the point. 

You removed your shorts as he did his, stroking his cock a few times, then he crawled on top of you, situating himself between your legs. He lined up himself with your entrance and pushed in slowly, you let out a gasp and he whispered into your ear. “That’s it, mama… there you go... fuck, feel so good…” 

He started out at a slow, gentle pace, with an arm around your shoulder and the other on your thigh, pulled up to his hip. Again, the only sounds being both your breathing. As much as you loved when Frankie railed you on the various surfaces of your house, this was your favourite. This was so much more intimate, and you knew in these moments that you had his heart and he had yours.  

He kissed your neck and pushed himself up on his elbow so he could see your face, his other hand still on your thigh. You smiled at him and he back at you both breathing in time with each thrust. The look he gave you asked if you were ready for him, and you nodded. He pressed his forehead to yours and picked up the pace, and your breathing turned to little whimpers and cries. Frankie loved that sound. He smiled through closed eyes and gritted teeth as you continued his favourite music. 

That coil was now wound up tight, waiting for its cue to push you over the edge. Frankie could feel it and pulled the hand from you hip, two fingers going to your clit and rubbing circles. You cried out, head flung back, and Frankie watched you plummet. 

Your walls squeezed him, forcing his orgasm and he came a few beats after you.  

Frankie stayed on top for a moment for you both to catch your breath, then kissed you.  

“I fucking love you, Mouse.” 

I fucking love you, too, Frankie.” 

The pregnancy was confirmed that afternoon, and you felt your eyes get glassy while Frankie openly sobbed next to you as you looked at the tiny bean on the grainy ultrasound screen. 

***** 

You told Benny, Will and Hannah first. You’d arrived at Will and Hannah’s house for dinner, and before you even got your coat off or could be sick from the smell of caramelized onions, Frankie blurted it out at Hannah when she went to give you a welcoming hug. 

“Hey Mouse!!", she said, pulling you into a hug, noticing your swallowing a little harder as the smell hit your nose. 

“Careful, Hannah. She might spew on you… her nose has been super sensitive since got preg-”, Frankie stopped himself and looked at you wide eyed. 

The whole room went silent, save for the sounds of food cooking in the kitchen, and Will stared at you with a look you couldn’t quite place. 

You couldn’t handle the tension and looked at Will, then said in a sheepish voice, “Surprise!”  

“You’re… you’re pregnant?!”, Benny yelled, excitedly and slapping his hand on Frankie’s back. “Way to go, Fish!” 

Hannah squealed and pulled you into a hug, but you could only watch Will. His eyes looked a little sad and he’d yet to say anything. 

Hannah let you go and went to hug Frankie, and Benny came bounding over to you, pulling you into a hug that, for Benny, would be considered gentle. 

When he finally let you go, Will walked up to you and pulled you into a big hug. You felt his breathing change and shudder a bit.  

“Awe, Mouse… this is amazing, sweetie…”, he says, his voice sounding quiet, like he was trying to hold himself together. 

“Will, don’t start…”, you said, your lip trembling and your eyes watering. 

He pulled back and grabbed your head, pushing a kiss to your forehead. He wiped his eyes and cleared his throat, looking at Frankie. 

He stuck his hand out and when Frankie went to shake it, he pulled him into a hug. 

You managed to get through the night without being sick, at least until you got home.  

***** 

The first trimester was rough. Morning sickness hit you like a ton of bricks and was not just relegated to morning. You managed to lose weight from being so ill, but the doctor was confident that it would pass once you got to the second trimester. You kept your fluids up, and Frankie took over making food to the best of his abilities. 

One issue with him being in charge of the food was... well, Frankie overseeing the food. It wasn't that he was a bad cook, but he pretty well stuck to frozen meals and quick things that he enjoyed, and given that he was stressed about you, he overindulged most nights, and whatever you didn’t eat, he did.  By the time you were midway through month four, Frankie was happily eating as though he were the pregnant one.  

You finally started to feel like yourself again in month four, minus the fatigue, so he’s suggested a date night. You were getting ready in your ensuite, standing in a bralette and your panties in front of your mirror, applying your eyeliner. 

“Hey mama...”, Frankie said huskily, his eyes trailing down your body; he stopped at your stomach. A little bit more there than before. He smiled, “Now look at that.” 

“Hmm?”, you questioned, looking at him through the mirror.  

His grin was wide, and he stood behind you, his hand going to your stomach. He splayed his big hand wide on it and kissed your neck and murmured, “I see a bump.” 

You leaned back into him and smiled. The whole notion of you being pregnant made Frankie soft in the best way; he was warm and gentle, and so very hands on with you. You loved it, as long as your mood swings allowed it. 

“You sure you wanna take me out on that date, daddy?”, you cooed, your eyes catching his in the mirror. 

“Fuck, don’t tempt me, mama…”, growls as he kisses your neck.  

You didn’t make it to the restaurant, let alone out of your bedroom. 

**** 

Your baby bump had popped finally in month five, or around the 22-week mark. Despite you having had it checked, and checked again, there was only one baby in there, although the doctor did admit it looked like a big baby. While the rest of your smaller frame stayed the same size, your belly reminded everyone and their dog that you were pregnant. You had some insecurities about how your body was changing, especially when getting weighed at the doctors, but you tried to keep yourself in check. 

Frankie had told you that his family had a history of big babies. His abuela had told the story about how for each one of her pregnancies, the midwife thought she would be having twins, but each time, there was just one baby. This story, while sweet, made you feel less than confident.  

But Frankie loved it; he couldn’t keep his eyes or hands off your belly. Whether in the grocery store, cooking dinner, sleeping, watching TV, he had his eyes and hands on you, and while you loved him, your insecurities and mood swings sometimes reared their ugly heads at inopportune moments.  

Like today. Today was a hard day. You hadn’t slept well, and work had been particularly grueling, leaving you filled with unbridled, hormonal rage at the smallest inconvenience. That on top of the already insecure feelings you had about your changing body. Even though you were supposed to gain weight to support a healthy pregnancy, every time you weighed yourself, your old body issues would come out and cause you to cringe at the escalating number; just as you had started to have a good relationship with your body, you ended up pregnant and had no idea it would affect you so much. 

He could hear you swearing and cursing at the currently cooking dinner in the kitchen; the tell-tale signs of one of your tantrums beginning, and Frankie smiled. 

“Fuck… what you do to me, princess…”, he groaned, walking into the kitchen and seeing you cook dinner while he palmed his crotch. 

“Jesus, Francisco! I’m making you fucking dinner!”, you snapped, frustrated by the package of pasta not opening easily. “Do I look like I want you to try and fuck me?” 

You were standing in the kitchen, wearing a shirt that was fitted before you were pregnant and a pair of leggings. You were flushed and sweaty, hair up in a messy bun, belly popping out from under the shirt, while standing in front of a pot of boiling water. 

“No… but you look so fucking tempting…”, he groaned again, walking towards you slowly. He knew when you were temperamental like this, he could usually coax you into a better mood by sweet talking to you, or, better yet, making you come.  

“Don’t you fucking dare…”, you growled at him, turning towards him, bag of pasta in your hands. 

“Oof, princess… the mouth on you today…”, Frankie purred with a grin, getting closer slowly. 

You scrunched your nose and scowled at him as he got closer. “Francisco Morales! I am warning you!” 

“That’s my name, princess…”, he growled with a grin, licking his lips. He loved it when you got into one of your moods – the result being far more satisfying. ��Come on, baby… let daddy make mama feel good.” 

You gave him a furious glare as he stood in front of you and huffed at him. He grinned, reached his hand out and took the bag of pasta from your hands then gently pulled it open. He kept his eyes on you, still grinning, and placed the pasta bag on the counter and reached over to turn off the burner for the boiling pot.  

“Come here, mama…”, he cooed, one large hand splaying on your belly and the other cupping the back of your neck, pulling him towards you. “Gonna help you relax…” 

Your temper was getting the best of you, and you tried to push him back with a scowl on your face, but Frankie stayed firm and pulled you into him further. 

“None of that, mama... I’m trying to make you feel better, baby... let me take care of you.”, he cooed as he placed kisses on your neck and jaw.  

You huffed in resignation at the fact that it really did feel good to have him lavish this attention on you after the day you’d had. You could feel your muscles relax as his hands caressed your back and sides. 

“There you go, mama... just relax and let me take care of you...” 

The gentle touches and the soothing vibrations of his voice nicked your heart, and you went from feeling loved to feeling guilt. You despised who you became with these mood swings and how you treated your sweet, gentle Frankie. You could feel the lump in your throat and the tears stinging your eyes.  

“Do you hate me yet?”, you questioned in a whisper, burying your face in his chest. 

Frankie was taken aback, and while his hands stayed on your back, they stopped moving, now almost gripping you like he was trying to stop you from slipping away. 

“What? Wh – Mouse! What?”, he retorted in a surprised and almost offended tone. He pulled you back to look at him, and you kept your head low. 

“I… I just…” The words you so desperately wanted to say were lost, and you made the mistake of looking up and seeing Frankie’s eye boring back into yours. Hurt and pain and confusion screaming from them. 

“Why would you ever ask me that?”, he demanded in a hurt voice. 

“I-I’m just so… so bad at… at this.”, you cried quietly. 

“At what? I don’t understand, honey. What are you bad at, baby?” He was begging you to let him in, his voice filled with fear. Fear of the words you didn’t know how to tell him: that you didn’t love him anymore; that you wanted to break up; that you thought he would be a lousy father like his dad. 

When you didn’t respond, he begged again, eyes searching yours while his tears threatened to drop. “Please. Please, baby… talk to me, Mouse.” 

You shook your head, trying to find the resolve to tell him what was breaking you, but all you could muster to say in a quiet and pathetic voice was, “I’m just so bad at... at being pregnant.” 

Frankie let out a relieved breath he didn’t know he was holding and couldn’t help the small, sweet smile that slowly grew on his face. He pulled you into him again. His arms held you in a warm, safe hug while he murmured soft words of love and praise to you. 

He let you go so he could see your face, your belly still snuggly up against him, holding your hands. “You’re not bad at being pregnant.” 

One hand went your swollen middle and he rubbed tenderly with his thumb. “It’s gotta be hard on you and I know you’re struggling, princess. You’re growing a fucking human in you, and I can see this taking it’s toll on you. I want to help you in any way that I can, but you need to talk to me, baby. I can’t do what I am supposed to do, what I need to do and what I want to do for you if you don’t talk to me.” 

You nodded with your eyes cast down and stayed quiet for a moment to collect your thoughts while Frankie looked at you, silently encouraging you to speak. When you did, it was between small sobs and sniffles. 

“I just don’t feel good about… about me. I feel gross and fat, and this is the time I’m supposed to feel the best and I don’t… and I feel like I’m not… good enough. I feel like because I’m so out of control with my emotions, that I’m burdening you… And I feel… I feel sad. And guilty and angry… at myself for it. It’s like a horrible cycle I can’t break out of.” 

Sensing Frankie desperately wanting to interject, you continued, “And I know our priority is that the baby is healthy. I get that and I agree, and I know it’s all about the baby. Baby is number one and I just need to get over it. I know it’s stupid to feel this way… but I just want to be… good.” 

You finally looked up to meet Frankie’s eyes, and what you saw startled you. No judgement or anger. Just sadness. 

His eyes were glassy, and he sniffled as he nodded. “No, Mouse. Please listen to me. You’re my priority. You are. Please tell me you know that. You’re going to make me a dad – I don’t take that gift lightly. Don’t you dare say you just need to get over it like it’s nothing. It’s not nothing and you’re not nothing. You’re mine and I love you so fucking much. The baby is your number one, but you.”, he reached up and held your face in his big hands, “You’re my number one and the reason I bust my ass each day at work. The reason I am here.” 

All you could do was nod while tears streamed down both your faces.  

“I can’t stress it enough how much you don’t deserve the grief you’re giving yourself, Mouse. I knew you weren’t feeling great, so I wanted to help you feel better, but baby… I didn’t know it was like this for you. Baby, I’m sorry.” He wiped his eyes and continued. “You’re not gross, you’re fucking stunning and beautiful and sexy and strong… and I’m sorry that I haven’t done more to help you see that.” 

You shook your head and tried to tell him it wasn’t his fault, but he cut you off.  

“I’ll move fucking mountains if it means you’re happy.” He took your hands in his and kissed your knuckles, then said quietly, “I have one fucking job: Dad is supposed to make sure that Mom is happy. That’s my job and it’s a hell of a lot easier than yours. But you gotta tell me what you need, mama.” 

You sighed and gave a real smile for the first time in what felt like weeks, then nodded. 

“One of the pregnancy books I read said that this can happen and that sometimes hormones can make mood swings and body issues worse and…“ 

“Wait - you read a pregnancy book?”, you interrupted, almost amused by the admission. 

“Well, yeah. I did. I didn’t know what was going on or what I could do to help. A customer was in the shop, and she asked about you… she suggested this book and I picked it up that day after work and…” 

Frankie noted your stunned expression and gave a small grin. “It’s in my locker at work… I read it at lunch.” 

“Oh Frankie… I’m…”, your voice cracked at you tried to speak, feeling the emotions welling up and attempting to make you feel back about his efforts going unnoticed, but you pushed them down. 

“You’re so insanely sweet. Thank you.”, you smiled. 

You leaned in and gave him a kiss, saying again against his mouth, “Thank you.” 

That was all it took for the dam to break, for you to open up and talk to Frankie about what was going on, he in turn shared what he was feeling. That evening, you both agreed that a daily check in when you got home from work was going to be the way you moved forward. 

***** 

By 26 weeks, your insecurities had not abandoned you as your belly grew, but you were far more open about how felt to Frankie and he was ever ready to offer support and praise and compliments. By this time, you were able to eat and sleep better, you felt better, and it helped that Frankie had slipped back into his old habits. He had started to fill out again, with his belly, again, bearing the brunt of it. You were more than pleased.  

Your second trimester was filled with food, mainly consumed by Frankie, and fucking. Your body grew, like it was supposed to, and Frankie worshipped it.  

But what really took over was your insatiable libido. Your body had become so sensitive and responsive to everything Frankie did; from a goodbye kiss in the morning or him accidentally grazing his leg against you in his sleep to him knowing how to quickly get you where he wanted so he could fuck you senseless. He almost felt in over his head with your need for him. 

Early Sunday morning, your body woke you to pee. After going to the washroom and climbing back into bed, Frankie rolled over and in a sleepy haze, pulled you into a spoon with him. His hand on your belly and just the feeling of him up against you set fireworks off and your body felt like it would explode if Frankie didn’t do something to make that tension release.  

“Frankie…”, you cooed, involuntarily rubbing your thighs together.  

“Hmmm?”, Frankie hummed, barely awake. 

“Frankie… please…”, you begged, voice dripping with need. 

He knew that tone; when you said his name that way he knew what you needed. And as of late, you needed it a lot.  

“Really? Seriously now?”, he groaned. Frankie wasn’t a morning person, especially on weekends. Morning sex with Frankie after 9 am was sweet and wonderful. Morning sex with Frankie at this god forsaken hour – 5:26 am to be exact – was probably going to be gruff, and a little clumsy, and oh so satisfyingly to the point. 

You rolled over on your back, his hand remaining on your swollen middle. “Please Frankie… I need you. Now.”, you whined, knowing you were going to get your way. 

“So bossy… so fucking needy, princess.”, he cooed with eyes stilled closed, his hand moving down your belly as you opened your legs. He slid down and cupped your heat, pressing a finger into your clothed folds. You gasped and bucked your hips. 

“So sensitive… god fucking damnit.”, Frankie grunted as he moved to kneel next to you. You noted his hard on in his boxers as he pulled your panties off.  

“Take your top off. You wake me up for this, I get to see your tits.”, he grunted with a grin, eyes barely open.  

“Where do you want me, baby?”, you keened, feeling your body aching for anything he would give you. 

He let out a shaky breath at your words, pulling his boxers down the pumping his hard cock. “On your hands and knees baby.”, he says, swatting at you to get moving. Your belly was more and more in the way of your standard position, and currently, riding him was not the most comfortable for you and your body issues. 

Doing as he said, you maneuvered yourself and eagerly waited for him to just push into you. But instead, he ran two fingers through your dripping, puffy cunt, then plunging them in, forcing a high-pitched whine from you. 

“Good girl… fuck… your so fucking needy… Jesus… you’re sucking my fingers in…”, he crooned as he pumped in and out of you.  

You could feel your orgasm hurling itself to fruition then exploding with no warning. Crying out, Frankie kept the pace, his breath increasing as his own need skyrocketed. 

“Oh fuck… you’re coming already?... fuck yeah, baby… yeah, princess… come on, mama…”, Frankie panted as he worked you through your orgasm. 

Just as you started to come down though, he removed his fingers then lined his hard cock with your entrance and pushed in. You thought your arms and legs were going to give out under you as Frankie began to pound into you.  

You cried out, begging in nonsensical words and phrases for him to keep going. 

“Oh fuck… oh fuck… so fucking warm for me, mama… fuck you’re close again… oh shit… yeah… come on baby… I got you… come on… yeah…”, he mumbled in a sleepy timber.  

You felt your walls start to flutter, and a sensation you hadn’t felt in a while began to burn white hot through your lower belly. 

“Fra… Frankie… fuck… I-I’m gonna… “, you cried out. 

Frankie pounded into you and felt a gush of liquid come out of you, soaking him, you and the bed underneath. If he wasn’t quite awake before, he was now. His drive kicked into high gear and his thrusts became more intense while he reached around you, moving his middle finger onto your clit, rubbing circles. 

“Oh fuck! Fucking soaked me…. Can you do it again? Come on, mama… give me another one... you can do it…”, he howled as his hips continued to push you further. 

You couldn’t even respond as you felt another tight coil threaten to break you apart; all you could go was cry out and pant over the vulgar squelching of Frankie fucking into you.  

With a shriek, your cunt clenched down on him and your body convulsed as your third orgasm of the morning ripped through you. This pushed Frankie to come in your tight, quaking heat while a growl erupted from his mouth. 

He pulled you down to your side along with him and kissed your shoulders. Your breath was ragged as you let out whimpers, and your limbs shook. 

“Good girl… fuck… you did so good, mama. Yeah, come back down, baby… shhhh… did so good for me…”, Frankie cooed between his own laboured breathing while his hand rested on your middle, feeling the baby moving in your belly. 

Your breathing evened out, and you let out a chuckle at the movement in you. “Frankie?”, you asked quietly. 

“Hmmm?” 

“We woke the baby.” 

You both laughed as Frankie got up to get a cloth for your clean up. 

***** 

At 34 weeks, you were done being pregnant. You were all belly by this point and your back ached along with every other body part that had to work harder to accommodate your girth. One highlight though was because you were truly eating for two, Frankie had begun his old habits again. At first, when you had a craving, whatever it was and no matter how strange, Frankie would make it happen for you. Now, your middle-of-the-night wants for burgers or pasta or strawberry ice cream with pickles in it, Frankie joined in. Most nights, Frankie went to sleep with a stuffed belly, out eating you at every turn. 

Benny was competing in a championship tournament and Friday night was the big fight. Although Frankie had attended some fights as of late, you’d opted to stay in, not feeling good enough to stand in a loud, packed arena. But Benny had called you himself and begged you to come watch his big fight, saying that he wouldn’t have a chance at winning if you weren’t there. He also mentioned that Frankie was bragging about how beautiful and cute you were pregnant, and he wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Instead of telling Benny to come to you to see himself, you agreed with a laugh that you would attend. 

On the afternoon of the fight, you’d gotten home from work and showered the day off and done your hair and make up again. You picked out a tank top and one of Frankie’s flannels to wear over a pair of leggings. You looked in the mirror and you actually felt cute.  While you still felt self-conscious about your body, you were really starting to enjoy how you looked with a big baby belly. You smiled to yourself as Frankie walked back into your room from the ensuite in a towel, catching you admiring your reflection. 

“There’s my girl.”, he said, coming behind you and putting his hands under your sizable bump and gently lifting, relieving your back. 

“Oh, Frankie… please do this for the next month.”, you sighed and leaned back into him. “Just follow me everywhere and do this… god, I forgot what it felt like to not have a backache.” 

He kissed your neck, and gently let your belly down. “You’re doing so good, Mama… soon.”, he cooed, rubbing your bump, and looking you up and down in the mirror. “You look amazing. Wait – is that my shirt?” 

“Yes. I don’t have a cardigan that I can do up if I get cold. Baby’s getting too big.”, you stated, and proudly showed him how his shirt can still snap closed over your belly. Frankie just smiled. 

Benny and Frankie had agreed that you didn’t need to be there until right before his fight began, so the parking lot was packed when you arrived. Frankie had arranged for Will to meet you at the door while he went to find a parking spot. 

Pulling up, Will smiled and waved. You hadn’t seen him since you were around 4 months pregnant and were anxious about him seeing you now.  

Will opened the truck door and offered his hand to help you get out. “Hey Mouse! How’re you doing, sweetie?”, he said, eyes bright and happy. You noted that he scanned over your body, his eyes hovering over your middle for a beat. 

“Hey Will! I’m good. Tired, huge… but good!”, you laughed, posing with your hand on your belly. 

“Knock it off, you’re not huge.”, Will chided while pulling you into a hug.  

You stood outside and chatted while Frankie made his way back to you on foot. Frankie hand his hand on your lower back as you tried to not waddle into the arena. Hannah jumped up from her seat when she saw you, pulling you into a hug. She looked you over and squealed, “You look amazing! Oh my god, you’re adorable!” 

You saw Frankie talking to Will and then saw Santi in the conversation, too. His eyes look up and he nodded to you and smiled. You nodded back as the announcer started to speak. 

Benny’s fight was intense. His opponent was almost evenly matched with him and put up a hell of a fight. Even so, Benny was the victor and was the regional champion. You figured that it could be a late night, given that Frankie would probably want to celebrate with his friends.  

Benny’s entourage, Will, Hannah, Santi, Frankie and you, all waiting outside the change room for Benny. Hannah and you continued your conversation from earlier and tried to cram a few months’ worth of gossip and news into a few minutes. Frankie and Santi seemed to be doing the same along with Will. All chatter stopped the moment the change room door swung open, and Benny came flying out towards you.  

“Mouse! You came! You saw me win!”, he hollered, as he ran and looked like he was ready to do what he normally did – pick you up and swing you around.  

“BENNY!”, Frankie and Will yelled, eyes wide with worry, as Benny got his arms around you. 

Instead of him hoisting you up though, he hugged you tight and you did the same right back. Frankie sighed in relief and Will just huffed a laugh and shook his head. 

Benny pulled back and looked down at you. “I know better than to fling a pregnant lady around.”, he said with a satisfied smile plastered on his face, then stood back and looked you over. “Let’s take a look at you and see what Fish has been gloating about.” 

You smiled and turned in a circle and said “ta-da!” when you pulled the flannel back to show off your bump. Benny hooted and clapped in response. 

“Fucking rights, Mouse!”, he hollered at you while the rest of the group laughed.  

You all made your way to the same bar you’d met up at before, even finding yourself at the same table, given it was close to the bathrooms for your convenience. Hannah was also not drinking that night and had offered to make sure at least you got home safe that night; she knew corralling up the guys would probably not be easy, and decided that they would cab it if need be. You sat between Benny and Frankie, enjoying your cranberry juice and soda water. Frankie’s arm was around the back of your chair while you talked with Benny.  

He was telling you the gossip he’d heard about his opponent while he drank his beer, when the baby gave a big kick to your ribs, causing you to wince. 

“Whoa, you okay? What’s wrong?”, Benny asked in alarm. Frankie turned quickly away from his conversation to look at you with a questioning look. 

“Baby kicked me in the ribs. I’m okay, Benny.”, you waved him to continue. “it’s fine. Happens sometimes.” 

Benny looked as though his mind was trying to comprehend the meaning of existence, then finally asked in the most bewildered voice, “Your ribs get kicked? What the fuck?” 

You started laughing and Frankie chuckled behind you.  

“Yes, Benny. My ribs get kicked. From the inside.” 

From there, Benny asked you questions about your pregnancy, some you hadn’t even thought about asking yourself.  

About two hours later, Frankie, Benny, Will and Santi were drunk. One of the bar regulars who knew Frankie knew that you were pregnant and insisted he and his crew buy the guys shots to celebrate. What you didn’t anticipate was that the guy’s crew wanted to buy a round each, meaning that Frankie had four glasses of beer, two rum and coke, and seven shots of whatever hard liquor was poured in him.  

Sitting at the table with Hannah, you watched and laughed as the four men enjoyed the libations.  

“I’m gonna be a dad!”, Frankie hollered at Will and Benny. 

Benny tried to high five him, but missed, and yelled to a fellow patron, “He’s gonna be a dad!” 

The other patron, just as drunk, said something but you couldn’t quite hear it. Santi staggered over to Frankie and jumped on him for a piggyback. Then Will, wide eyed with a stupid grin, pointed towards your table. “She’s the mom!” 

Frankie whipped his head towards you and smiled, waving. “There’s mama! Hey baby!”  

You and Hannah burst into a fit of giggles. The four men came back to your table, Frankie plopping himself down next to you. 

“Hey mama… you look hot. So fucking good. Being pregnant and shit. Fuck, I love you.”, he slurred with a grin, hand splayed on your belly. You couldn’t help but grin at the terrible attempt he did at making a pass at you. 

“Thank you, honey. You’re great, too.”, you said, trying to supress the laughter. 

“Yeah, Catfish. You look good pregnant, too. Fucking… Baby Daddy Fish…”, Santi crooned, wrapping his arms around Frankie’s shoulders from behind and patting his belly like it was a bongo drum while Benny danced in his chair and chanted, “Baby Daddy Fish! Baby Daddy Fish!” 

Frankie and Santi started laughing again, and Will abruptly stood up with a glass in hand, startling everyone. 

“I have a toast. I have words to say to toast.”, Will declared, wavering on his feet. 

“Benny, you did great. Knocked the shit out of that sonofabitch and now you’re a fucking champ – no, THE fucking champion. Proud of you and shit, man.”, he drunkenly stated, then took a drink. 

Before you all could join in and take a drink, Will continued loudly. 

“And I also wanna say good work to Catfish for knocking Mouse up, ‘cause now I’M GONNA BE A FUCKING UNCLE!” 

Will screamed the last part of his ‘toast’, causing most of the bar to look his way then cheer. Your face was red from embarrassment, but the sentiment was not lost on you. Despite the crudeness of Will’s words, you knew he meant well, and you guessed that drunken Frankie would be happy to know drunken Will wasn’t mad at how he’d gotten you pregnant in the first place.  

Santi, along with other patrons and regulars at the bar, came over to offer Frankie back slaps and congratulations. You and Hannah laughed.  

You knew this was your cue to leave. You and Hannah managed to wrangle Frankie and Will into her vehicle after many sappy and drunk goodbyes from Santi and Benny who wanted to stay out longer. 

Once home, Frankie flopped onto your couch, mumbling something about a cactus, and you continued to your ensuite. You, of course, had to pee again. 

Once finished, you washed your hands and began brushing out your hair. 

“Mouse? Baby? You in here?”, Frankie called out form the bedroom. 

“In the bathroom, Frankie!”, you called back. 

You saw Frankie’s reflection in the mirror and were met with a very drunk Frankie, smiling like an idiot at you. 

You smiled back as he came and stood behind you, eyeing you in the mirror. He leaned in and growled in your ear, “I fucking meant it, mama. You look so fucking good like this.” 

One of his large hands lifted your shirt and pushed down the waistband of your leggings, exposing your swollen middle. He palmed at your belly while the other cupped your chin, his thumb running along your bottom lip.  

“So fucking hot… Love your body like this…”, he growled while kissing and nipping your neck.  

You let out a moan and you hand went up into his hair, knocking his hat off his head. “Oh fuck… Frankie!”, you keened, feeling the heat radiate from his body and his hardon pushing into your back. 

“I wanna keep you looking like this, mama… fuck a baby in you every god damn chance I get… breed you... so fucking beautiful…” 

You could only whine and pant in response to hearing those words and seeing his eyes staring back at you in the mirror. 

“I just wanna worship you… fucking tell you how fucking thankful I am…”, he crooned drunkenly, his hand trailed from your belly to try and cup your heat.  

“Oh fuck… yes… please baby…”, you gasped. 

He plunged his hands down the front of your leggings, fingers dancing in your folds. Despite how drunk he was, Frankie maintained his ability to get you off with no issue. 

He plunged two fingers into you, and you gasped and writhed in his other arm’s grip. 

“Please… fuck me, baby… I need you… please!”, you panted as you grinded down on his hands. 

He removed his hands after a minute or so, and when you heard him remove his belt and pants, you knew he was not going to take you to the bedroom. He was going to fuck you the way he did when he was drunk – hurried and needy and sloppy - and you loved it. Looking up into the mirror, his eyes caught yours and he reached for your leggings, pulling them down and you stepped out of them.  

“I wanna watch you fall apart while I fuck you from behind, princess.”, he grunted as he pushed you to lean forward onto your hands on the sink. “I want you to see how fuckin’ gorgeous you are when I fuck you.” 

He spat into his hand and pumped his cock twice before grabbing your hips and pushing into you. You clenched your eyes and gasped at the sudden and very welcome intrusion.  

“Open your eyes when and watch when I’m fuckin’ you.”, Frankie panted. He couldn’t hold any composure while being both drunk and balls deep in your cunt. 

You opened them, eyes catching his and nodded, needing him to start moving. He snapped his hips into you, each time a moan escaped your mouth. You watched his jaw tighten and brows furrow while he watched you. His breathing came out in huffs while he pounded into you.  

“Frankie… please… I-I need…”, you whined. 

“So fuckin’ pretty… Look at you… fuck, your pussy is a fucking dream… you’re just too fuckin’ much, princess…”, he pants, and you can feel his thrusts getting messy. 

“Please baby… I wanna…”, you beg, but before you can finish, Frankie comes with a few big thrusts and loud grunt. He stills in you, breathing heavily into your neck, and you feel annoyed. 

He doesn’t stay in you long, and as he pulls out, his hands grip your hips to turn you around. 

“Up’n the counter, princess.”, he said as he tries to get you to hop up. 

“Frankie, no… no, I’m not hopping up. I’m too pregnant for that.”, you state annoyed, shaking your head. 

You try to push past him, but he stops you. “You didn’t come… you gotta… I need to…”, he panted against your mouth as he reached around and lifted you on the bathroom counter. 

He pushes his mouth on yours and kisses you messily. Your annoyance at him melted away and his hand went to your swollen cunt and began pumping you with two fingers; you laid back against the mirror. He got on his knees and kissed your belly and then attached his lips to your aching clit. 

You cried out and arched your back and grabbed his hair. 

“Oh fuck... yes... Frankie... please... right there!” 

He keeps the pace and grunts into your cunt as he licks and sucks on your nub. You can feel your release barreling through your body and you shudder as you come on his fingers and face. 

Your body finally relaxes as Frankie pulls himself away from you and falls over on the bathroom floor. He lays back, pants around his ankles and drunker than a sailor on shore leave. You get down from the counter carefully and nudge him with your foot.  

“Frankie... honey... you can’t sleep on the floor.”, you laugh as you look down at him on the cold tiles. 

He mumbles something in response and opens his eyes lazily at you. He eventually got up, took off all his clothes, and flopped onto your bed. You took your shower, peed again, and crawled into bed next to a passed-out Frankie. 

As you started to fall asleep, the baby began kicking, preventing you from getting comfortable. Despite this and Frankie’s snoring beside you, you were content.  

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[cybersp4c3]

Preggo!Raiden! Kuni who is so excited that his husband (you) is returning. He waits for the ship containing you, he's just v excited because his beloved husband is returning after some businesses at a foreign nation!. When the ship arrived kuni's face brighten up.when he saw you leaving the ship, kuni walks to you, hugging you and giving you a kiss. You greeted him while asking how his day was, you opened the carriage and let him go in first then you, the whole carriage ride was just you and him talking nonsense. When you arrived at tenshukaku, he insisted that he prepared dinner for you! While you are done eating he took the plate and washed it, you insisted that a servant should do it but he refused!. Its his husband's return after all. When he's done, you carried him to the bedroom, there you kissed him on his lips while removing his clothes. His swollen round belly turned you on more, you took one of his tits and sucked it 'a-ah! No! Dont do that!' said kuni, you did nothing but ignore him. His tits started lactating and he cries, saying that its for the baby. So you stopped. He's been a good boy after all.

*this sucks lol*

🥮

I love lactation kink with scara he loves his baby and husband so much

After he cries you make sure to fuck him in juuuust the right way to cheer him up

Once the baby is born you manage to convince him to let you suck on his tits too and he agrees but ONLY after the baby is done

You fuck him full of your cum and knock him up again just so he can lactate again 😋

[v-afterhours]

Question 16 and 17 on the belly kink question list :p

16. OooHHhhh guilty pleasuressss. Im admittedly a bit fan of unrealistic sci-fi scenarios that don't really make much sense and are kinda wacky. LOL. Like they're just unapologetically there for kink purposes. Or are just very corny, i like that stuff too. <\3

17. Already answered this earlier, but I'll give ya something extra! Other than dad bods and stuff, I really wish I saw more dominant pregs out there. Like, pregnant characters that use their pregnancies as a sign of power, strength, and control. It's a really fun twist that I wish was explored more...

[lilleputtu]

Giving Gallagher his skeps, featuring v preggo Morgana and v inappropriate Gillian.

[apollo-god-of-prophecy]

Boss did you and the other God decide to play holy spirit and get my friend Sel preggos for fun and jokes or because she might be the key to something? Idk @yes-im-a-daughter-of-hades check this out pls.

-Grace Hannah V. Corazon.

P.S I'm still mad you made Grel pregnant BTW, she's closing in on her second trimester so you better be there for when she gives birth.

I apologized but I don’t know a “Grel”. There’s a lot of want to be mes out there. I know an Isabel but not a ‘Grel’

I also don’t know a ‘Sel’

[limetimo]

RAB fics i read (Feb 24)

you do it naturally (move me, baby) by Anonymous James/Reglus/BArty smut (kinky)

At The Library(english version) - (Bartylus Oneshot) ABO by Fanfiqueiro__00 Bartylus ABO smut (sweet)

i must sin by Anonymous james/regulus/barty smut (vampire barty)

Heart of the Lion by PhantomGrimalkin Remus/regulus, plot and smut, trans regulus, v nice

Pavane for a Dead Prince by redsuit Regulus died when he was 9 and then again when he was 18. I'm assuming his debt to Death will be paid when he destroys horcruxes? Bartylus but im suspecting Jegulus endgame (no, i did not look at the tags too closely). we stan Pandora

PS. I Hate You by SnarkyMagpie ♥♥♥ the best friend' brother trope we know and love, beautiful execution

Mortal Once More by SheOfTheBookAndSong regulus takes snape's place in the narrative

So Determined to Drag Him Back by KrisKikstorky part of Regulus/Voldemort ABO series, Regulus isn't in this one chapter but im screaming none the less. smut

Pillow Talk by cywscross soft post-war regulus with owen from fast and furious

The Wolf and the Woodsman by PhantomGrimalkin little red rding hood retelling with Prince!Regulus and werewolf/woodsman remus

Harry Potter and the Year That Should Have Been Normal by 3andaHalfGayWizardsinaTrenchcoat in 1995 harry died by voldemort as per mysterious penpal's instructions and got his godfather back from the veil thank to the mysterious RAB panpal

Stop Worrying And Hold Me Again by adore_via0 soft bartylus sleepover

Best Part of Waking Up by starling011, TemieTem remus/sirius/ragulus smut with plot

The Campaign by Wouldntyouliketoknowweatherboy04 This is super interesting! In bull-headed attempt at proving his parents wrond about him, Sirius is running for the Mayor of London. Regulus somehow ended up disowned and living with his boyfriend James, James' ex gf Lily and their son Harry, Lily's gf Mary, and their friend Remus and Remus' son Teddy. When Sirius gets cornered by the papparazzis in front of the polycule's house it somehow leads to the 7 scroundels moving into Sirius' house for publicity. Will the forced proximity help the brothers recconect? Will Sirius heed Snape's advice and date Remus for clout? really excited for this one

Blue Bird (bluebird) by LoonyHarr1son jegulus with good slytherins, the gryffindors forget about james' b-day

Crazy Ex-Boyfriend by AmethystHeart2421 This was really good! Remus stalks his long-time crush Sirius (and ends up sleeping with the little brother instead)

the golden king by maladaptivewriting needs no itroduction, regulus dies then goes to school with golden trio and then and then and then

Past Zero Hour by anonymsly !!!! ♥♥♥♥♥ !!!!!

all I want by Zazzander Regulus is an alpha with a bg heart and a bigger pack

Twisting Fate by Anonymous time travellig sirius

unremarkable days. by sadgorl sirius si fighting custody battle for regulus and falling apart at the seams

Why You Should Run Away To Brazil (A “Guide?” By James Potter) by Charliemaraudersfan86 james finds out he's bipolar and doesn't handle it really well. but its ok his boyfriends are willing to wait

More than Magic by Hometown_Nerd squib-ified regulus takes custody of harry ect very good very nice

Gods Under Broken Skies by IndigoIrisis regulus dies and goes back in time with no fucks to give

Contractual Courtship by Killaurey I'M HYPED regulus/lily

White lies take all of the color from you by strawberrywinedrunk regulus got preggo, lived, and now his daughter is causing mischief at hogwarts and voldemort is back and oh well. Very good

The ache of knowing everything was gonna change by strawberrywinedrunk carna accidentally time travels to marauders era and accidentally pulls her dad along. oh well they'll just kick voldy's ass sooner

Don't go Icarus, don't forget your father by White_marigold unlce barty explains to harry that he can't be adopted because nobody would give a baby to a transitioning teenage single mother already struggling with one baby

Pegasus and chai by White_marigold james finds out he's a dad... to twins....

If We Have Each Other by aithusarosekiller Regulus has a bad day and a bit of a public meltdown and outs his secret relationship with james to sirius

Thinking Of You by aithusarosekiller remus/regulus, cute

The Ice Feels Colder Without You by FlowerLikeLotus teenage regulus faceplants on ice, gets disowned, moves in with his also disowned brother, dates teh brother's best friend, goes back to ice skating

i love to wake up next to you (i love to hold you close) by CanYouHearMyFear jegulus smut (watersports)

on behalf of the good dark by FiresFromOurHearts the series where draco is reincarnated regulus

Fated to Fall by ouzell soulmates jegulus au

Darker than Black by mariesanasz

Little Stars Server Birthday & Holiday Fics smut on top of smut on top of smut ft black bros incest

so give me all you've got (i can take it) by JohnnysLittleMonster, Sagiko_AKA_RegulusBlackKinnieBITFW james survived voldemort, regulus and pandora took care of teh horcruxes

‘Cause Boy We’re Gold by Disco_serpant fare dating bartylus

Late by cassiopeiablack1994 way too late sirisu and james realise that they're totally in romantic and sexual love with each other, hurting their spouses in the process. future regulily

Creamy Italian by starling011 bartylus smut

Hot for Teacher by starling011, TemieTem regulus has a really bad divorce, moves to wales colose with his brother, and starts falling in love with the local adorable teacher james

Death is an Art - I am an Artist by Narratiuncula regulus dies but death thinks he was cool doing it, and sends him to another universe to be reborn as a child of Hades. Regulus is now a diAngelo, the older brother to Nico and Bianca (PJO)

When the sun sets by northernnovel regulus and james fake date so that james would notice regulus§

I Wish You Would by earthmoonstars musicians au fake dating to real dating regulus

How to live (when you've long been dead) by DisorganizedKitten Danny Fenton crossover (regulus adopts danny)

Seven Months Away by DisorganizedKitten for AnOceanOfQuietThoughts It'd be nice if Regulus could just kill Voldemort and go home to his (doubtiously aquired) children instead of sitting in endless meetings... Barty is here to make sure that Voldemort never stands between a Regulus and a baby.

you flower, you feast. by Salviaqueer T4T regulily smut

Uncharted by bonafake Reg and lily meet on the way to prongsfoot wedding

[thesturniolos]

Hiii could you do smth w like matt and reader tryin to get pregnant like matt being v excited when shes a few days late for her period and like buying a bunch of pregnancy tests and then like maybe after a few cycles she gets preggo

okay but this is so good??? husband matt 🙏😋

thanks bby!!!

[mrs-monaghan]

How exactly do company rules work? I know YG will let their idols confirm relationships, but if Jennie got pregnant, would Hybe make her hide it? IDK, Tae had a massive pep in his step and glowing at the airport, he couldn't even contain his smile at certain points and he even looked a bit flustered and confused & his bodyguard motioning for him. Kinda makes me wonder a bit why they are choosing now to go public. It does seem around anniversary time for them, since they were spotted in May of last year, but we know he followed her in Dec 2021. IDK, just saying if she might be pregnant, it could explain him being overjoyed and giving the okay to show their relationship now. Also him going into the Military for 2 years. Yeah he didn't want any rumors swirling about her while he's away. This was their "we are together and we in this for a while, even through MS" confirmation. I am just curious how Hybe would handle it if she ever did really end up pregnant. I can't see Tae agreeing to keeping a secret. I think he would leave BTS & Hybe before he would do that, cause all he has ever talked about was marrying a woman and being a dad. I don't think he'd put BTS above his family. Not with the way he test the company and goes against their rules already.

Tae had a massive pep in his step and glowing at the airport

That sent me 🤣🤣🤣😂

Anon BH has never had a dating clause for the members unlike other companies and I imagine that remained to be the case even after Hybe came to be. So I dont think they will be making V do anything he doesn't want to do. And they certainly won't fire him for getting Jennie preggos. And if they did (which they won't) I'm with you that V would pick family over BTS.

I know nothing about YG.

[grandfather-of-sin]

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Miscellaneous

❤✎ Seggsy Headcanons A dear puppet came in to ask for grunt headcanons regarding the h0eny

❤❈ Ridin' A Cowboy A dear puppet's small imagine with a sexually frustrated Sheriff

Integrity AU

❤❥ 2Breeding You 2B has taken up upon himself to fill you up to the brim

❤✎ 2Breeding You: Lead Up A lil prompt that devolved into a lil drabble

❤✎❈ 2Breeding You: Aftermath An aftermath drabble with some possessive tones concerning our well fucked Reader

❤✎❈ Stuck In A Window: [❤✎I] Hank finds you stuck in a window and happens to hear you say "FUCK ME!"

᯽ Height Integrity Reader's height comparison to a gestalt & MAG

❤ Start of the Monthly Post: [❤᯽I] | [᯽II] Ft. AFAB Reader & the dreaded monthly river flow

❤✎❈ Jeb & Hoffers Beginning stages of Nexus rebellion in which scientists want to fuck and Phobos somehow caught a whiff of you

❤ Integrity AU Be Like A puppet informs us via meme formatting

Weird SFW Stuff That's Just Here Now

᯽ Nesting In which Hank's the only one who nests ᯽ Baby Beans: [᯽I] [✎II] [✎III] [᯽IV] [᯽V] [❈VI] Starter for a chain of letters that include baby grunt-human beans ✎ Preggo Reader How Reader is like in preggo time! ✎ Phobos In which a puppet asks if Phobos met reader yet

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