#preg!cross

[zu-is-here]

During the post dark cream arc where Cross was pregnant with Aim, is it possible for Aim to mive and kick while in the soul…? And if so is it painful for Cross+

continuing @clownyclowns' comic's topic <3

[alibelly]

These are my favorites

[chloe4everpreggo]

All you can see is your bump when you walk

[littlefluu]

E N H Y P E N F I C R E C S

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a. angst f. fluff sug. suggestive s. smut h. horror c. crack ★. please dear publishers I want this on my bookshelf

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★ !! SAFE & SOUND by @thatfeelinwhenyou Navigating one year post-apocalypse, when the dead began to walk and the living proved to be no better, you decide that trust is a luxury you can no longer afford. But after a run-in with a group of seven peculiar survivors, you learn that there are bigger problems than just the undead roaming the streets. You also start to wonder if there’s more to survival than simply staying alive. ᝰ dystopian, post-apocalyptic survival, horror/thriller, slow burn, ANGST , FUCK THIS IS SO GOOD. EVERY TIME A UPDATE COMES OUT I LITERALLY STOP EVERYTHING I AM DOING.ᐟ₊ ⊹

BLOODSTRUCK by @jjunieworld (deactivated) sugg. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾. ᝰ vampire au / vampire!enha / established relationship / suggestive / blood / biting / dry humping / kissing / skinship .ᐟ₊ ⊹

WHEN YOU ACCIDENTLY TEXT THEM "WANNA BANG" by @jayparked c. ᝰ best friend enhypen x gender neutral reader / text au .ᐟ₊ ⊹

WITH EASE by @hhmnya f. ᝰ in which hyung line helps you with your kid .ᐟ₊ ⊹

₊˚⊹꒷ LEE HEESEUNG ꒷⊹˚₊

ᝰ.ᐟ DO YOU THINK I AM FRAGILE by @just-nc-tea f, a, sugg. A car accident has turned your life upside down, leaving you with a knee and ankle that ache like they belong to someone three times your age. Navigating college with these setbacks is hard enough, but when your overprotective dad insists you take an internship with the men’s hockey team, you’re thrust back into the world you’ve spent years avoiding. The rink represents everything you’ve lost—and then there’s Heeseung, the captain whom you somehow cannot stop thinking about. ᝰ Hockey team captain! Heeseung x the coaches daughter / Ice hockey au / College sports aus / angst / hurt / comfort / slow burn / fluff, a lot of falling asleep in the same bed / some good old family drama .ᐟ₊ ⊹

SULKING WHEN HE HAS TO LEAVE FOR WORK by @jaysng f. pregnancy aches and morning sulks become part of your routine, but heeseung’s soothing touch and playful efforts to put you back to sleep remind you just how loved you are—even when work calls him away. ᝰ nonidol!heeseung!husband x fem!preg!reader .ᐟ₊ ⊹

I'LL BE HERE WHEN YOU'RE BACK by @honeyedfate f, sugg. ever since his room was revealed to the world on mbc world, heeseung has not known peace—whether it be from engenes or his very own girlfriend ᝰ idol!lee heeseung x gf!reader .ᐟ₊ ⊹

CROSS THE LINE by @heegyukeluv s, f. “How do you know if someone is flirting with you?”  It was Heeseung’s question to you, and you were left with no option other than to show how you do it. ᝰ childhood best friends to lovers / fluff / kinda miscomunication? / smut .ᐟ₊ ⊹

SOMETHING OLD, SOMETHING NEW by @stllmnstr a. MC and Heeseung meet again at Jays wedding years after their break up and they have some unresolved feelings because they still love each other ᝰ angst / Exes to ?? .ᐟ₊ ⊹

₊˚⊹꒷ PARK JAY ꒷⊹˚₊

FAST FORWARD by @asahicore f. After yet another romantic disappointment in the form of one Jake Sim, you go to the well you’ve always believed to grant wishes and ask for your one and true love to appear. That night, you go to sleep in your bed but wake up in a strange house. When you head downstairs, you find a man washing the dishes and telling you your favorite meal is waiting on the table for you. You’ve spent hours glaring at the back of that head, you could recognize it anywhere—it belongs to none other than Park Jongseong, your high school sworn enemy... and future husband, or so it seems. ᝰ high school au / the type of e2l where they never really hated each other to begin with .ᐟ₊ ⊹

MUSIC TO MY EARS by @jayparked s. "Ride me." Jay huffs. It's a command, not a request. He moves back to the head of the bed, adjusting the pillows before leaning back against them. Lifting the covers away from his body, he removes his boxers slowly. looking into your eyes as he does so. ᝰ music producer jay / established relationship / thunder and lightning storms / cigarette smoking / early morning sex .ᐟ₊ ⊹

★ !! THE ART & SCIENCE OF PARENTING 101 by @jakesimfromstatefarm f, c. the art & science of parenting 101 (PSY1009)— in this interactive course, students will explore the psychological, social, and biological foundations of parenthood. through a mix of theory and hands-on practice, you'll master the art of raising a simulated baby—aka the 'robot child'. late-night feedings, tantrum taming, and crisis control are all part of the deal.   what you didn't expect to be part of the deal? getting paired with jay park—the last person you'd trust to raise, well, anything. you’re pretty sure he couldn’t even take care of a pet rock. now, you’re stuck co-parenting this robot baby together for 40% of your final grade.  ᝰ fluff / comedy / e2l!au / college!au /(fake)parenting!au / he fell first, she fell harder type beat/ Such a banger .ᐟ₊ ⊹

★!! SUN KEEPS RISING (LIKE IT TENDS TO DO) by @zreamy f, s, a. being the mum friend is rewarding, if not a little tricky—you would know. it wouldn't hurt to let someone look after you for once, would it? ᝰ summer au / strangers to lovers, / friends-in-law to lovers really / smut / fluff / angst / GUYS THEY WAY ZO PORTRAYS JAY? UGH. PERFECTION .ᐟ₊ ⊹

AS THE EARTH BURNS TO THE GROUND, LAY HERE WITH ME by @fleuryuns a. it takes an asteroid hurdling toward earth for you and jay to be pulled apart, and then brought back together—but it's worth it ᝰ wealthy (ex)bf!jay x scientist!femreader / end of the world au / exes to lovers / arguments / some platonic!jake thrown in there / ambiguous ending / elements from the movie don't look up / inaccurate portrayal of astrophysics and high school debate clubs .ᐟ₊ ⊹

₊˚⊹꒷ SIM JAKE ꒷⊹˚₊

OOPS, JUNO by @moonheecore f, s. Getting accidentally pregnant was the last thing you ever imagined. You were still in school, with so many plans for the future ahead of you. Yet, you felt certain that keeping the baby was the decision you wanted to make. What would your aloof mother think? and, perhaps most importantly, you wonder if Jake would feel the same way? ᝰ college AU / established relationship / baby daddy Jake / toxic mother trope / abortion mentioned / frat parties / body changes during pregnancy mentioned .ᐟ₊ ⊹

KISSES SHARED WITH JAKE by @elikajinnie f, sugg. jake watching you do your makeup and cant ressist kissing you

★!! THE TATTOO ON MY RING FINGER by @thatfeelinwhenyou His neglect wasn’t an accident—it was a choice, one you kept excusing as “busy” while swallowing your hurt and waiting for him to care enough to show up. The harsh truth? He simply didn't care enough to make the effort. Remember this, ladies: if he truly wanted to, he would. "Busy" is just another word for “asshole.” And “asshole” is another word for the man you’re married to. ᝰ marriage of convenience / slow burn romance / enemies to lovers (kinda) / second chance romance / angst .ᐟ₊ ⊹

THE LOVE RIDE by @whjluv SMAU. after your mutual breakup, your ex disappears from the public eye for almost a year, only to comeback with a deeply emotional album entirely about you, sending fans into a frenzy. they analyze every lyric and link it to your past relationship, causing your breakup to become once again the talk of the internet. upset and surprised that the so private Jake preferred to deal with his emotions publicly instead of talking it out with you, you drop a single in response, highlighting the parts of your breakup he left out. ᝰ smau with some writing / singer au / exes to lovers / second chance / miscommunication trope / angst / fluff / humor .ᐟ₊ ⊹

NO DOUBT by @jakesimfromstatefarm f, a. struggling to balance a world tour, endless responsibilities, and...well, the sting of getting dumped by his girlfriend, jake finds peace & comfort confiding in you—one of his closest friends. what begins as lighthearted late-night phone calls while he's away on tour deepens into something more, quickly pulling you both into uncharted emotional territory. as your connection with jake intensifies, so does your inner turmoil—torn between the comfort of your easy relationship with him and the terrifying possibility of falling for someone you're not even sure you can have in the first place. but jake? jake has absolutely no doubt of what he wants—and spoiler alert? it's you. ᝰ idol/jake x f!reader, [ft. childhoodbestfriend!jungwon / bestfriends!enha / friends to lovers!au / angstttt / fluff / crack .ᐟ₊ ⊹

ᝰ.ᐟ THE TRUTH UNTOLD & PT. 2 by @just-nc-tea f, a, sugg. Jake’s world takes a nosedive when he gets a wedding invitation from his high school ex—the same ex who cheated on him—with your ex. Desperate to avoid showing up alone Jake ropes you into a fake relationship, just for the evening. Originally. But if you’re going to sell the lie, you have to make it convincing. That means dates, inside jokes, learning the little details about each other that real couples would know. By the time the wedding arrives, neither of you are sure where the act ends and the truth begins. ᝰ Hockeyplayer! Jake / college sports / angst / hurt / comfort / slow burn/ fluff / suggestive / fake dating / he fell first and he fell harder.ᐟ₊

₊˚⊹꒷ PARK SUNGHOON ꒷⊹˚₊

★!! CAPTAIN'S LOG by @peachenle sugg. "If you’re trying to be subtle about checking me out, it’s really not working.” You were too drunk to care, and met his eyes, “Yeah, yeah you caught me. Life’s more fun without subtlety. ᝰ hockey college!au / fratboy!au / sexual themes .ᐟ₊ ⊹ Guys I am so in love with this story! Defintely check it out!!

★!! DOWN THE HATCH by @peachenle f, sugg. a collection of moments with sunghoon, shared over meals, snacks, and drinks. a riff off of timestamps. not in chronological order. a continuation/epilogue of captain’s log. ᝰ college!au / fratboy!au / fluff / established relationship / some suggestive content .ᐟ₊ ⊹

THE LIGHTHOUSE by @jjunieworld (deactivated) f, a, h, s. the land has always been something you desperately wished you could walk on. be like the humans and walk among them. one dark and stormy night, you are granted your wish—but, it comes with a deadly price. and you only have one month to decide if you’re willing to pay it. ᝰ strangers to lovers / kinda love at first sight /mermaid!reader / lighthouse keeper!sunghoon /fantasy / slow burn / slice of life / forced proximity / classic story of a mermaid washing up on shore with a twist / slight smidge of horror elements .ᐟ₊ ⊹

WE'LL ALWAYS HAVE THIS SUMMER by @asahicore f, s, a. Your mom ruins your summer plans by sending you to the equestrian center your grandmother owns in the south of France, wanting you to spend some time away from the city and take a break from your med studies. Although you’d been determined to spend the worst time ever there, you soon find out that maybe the cold but cute horse nerd next door who doesn’t want to talk to you might actually turn this summer into the best one of your life. ᝰ summer au / strangers to mutual dislike to friends to lovers ig / city girl x country boy type beat .ᐟ₊ ⊹

★!! SPF 23 by @zreamy f, s. for as long as you can remember, your summers have been much the same, largely spent in your hometown, relaxing by the local pool. when you get back home this summer, things seem like they'll go the same way, until you get to the pool that is — when did the lifeguard get so hot? ᝰ smut, fluff, people that kinda know each other to lovers, summer au, lifeguard au, sunghoon is buff and shy and ugh guys its SO good .ᐟ₊ ⊹

★!! THE DOLLMAKER by @jjunbug a,f,h. you were sunghoon’s muse, his flawless, perfect wife that he dresses in frilly dresses and makes sure you always looked like the idealized woman. that much was evident from all the dolls he made of you that sat proudly throughout your home. but, when sunghoon isn’t there, the dolls move and show you things that would otherwise be hidden in the shadows. one day, they show you something so frightening, something completely sinister that you force yourself to believe that it isn’t real. your beloved husband wouldn’t do something like that, would he? you weren’t so sure about your answer anymore. ᝰ established relationship / angsty & mature themes / smut / some fluff / husband & dollmaker!sunghoon / gothic vibes /supernatural elements / THIS WAS SO SCARY BUT SO GOOD OH MY GOD .ᐟ₊ ⊹

WHY by @hoonieyun a. breaking up with your boyfriend means losing a lover but what happens when your boyfriend was also your best friend, meaning you lost both and now have to face him for a popular youtube show ᝰ angst / heartbreak / exes reunited / exes to ..? .ᐟ₊ ⊹

₊˚⊹꒷ NISHIMURA RIKI ꒷⊹˚₊

RUINED MAKE OUT SESSIONS by @rose-petles sugg.

TEXTING BF!NI-KI by @jaeyunluvbot SMAU, c.

YOU'RE NO GOOD FOR ME, BUT BABY I WANT YOU by @purinfelix f. after growing tired of his constant teasing you made up your mind not to give Niki anymore of your attention, but you should've known that he wouldn't let you go that easily - and is willing to go to desperate measures to get you just to look at him ᝰ delinquent Niki x class president reader .ᐟ₊ ⊹

₊˚⊹꒷ AMAZING AUTHORS ꒷⊹˚₊

@zreamy @jjunbug @thatfeelinwhenyou @jakesimfromstatefarm

[mattsstarlet]

has candy ever had a pregnancy scare ? if so what was matt’s reaction

pornstar!matt confronts camgirl!reader by her sudden behavior.

contains: pregnancy scare, slight angst? feelings of emptiness.

“alright what’s up with you, hm?” matt spoke, standing up from his position on your couch and making his way over the entryway of your kitchen, crossing his arms. his brows were furrowed, watching you pace back and forth and pull at the neckline of your shirt, fanning yourself every five seconds.

your heart raced, feeling your body heat up at his confrontation. you and matt had never used condoms, yes he films with other women but he’d always get tested; clean. you were on some pills your doctor prescribed for you— so then why isn’t your period here? it’s late. has been for days and you had been feeling terribly sick yesterday.

“you been pacin’ around and actin’ weird since i got here.” he pushed, not making you feel any better. you bit on your bottom lip, so hard you tasted copper. you finally gain the courage to look at him, your eyes watery with fear and embarrassment.

“why are you cryin’? seriously what the fuck is goin’ on?”

“i—i think im pregnant!” you blurred out, widening your eyes as you covered your mouth with your hands, swallowing the thick lump down your throat.

“what?” he spat, striding down over to you and reaching out for your upper arm, his grip was tight, but not too tight to hurt you. “preg— candy, what?”

you whimpered, his face was emotionless but his chest heaved, you knew deep down your gut his heart was beating the same rate as yours.

“answer me.”

“i don’t know! i’m scared, stop it!” you sobbed, pulling your arm out of his grip and taking a step back, providing yourself some type of comfort and protection by wrapping both arms around your body.

“fuck.” he muttered under his breath, rubbing his temple before taking slow steps towards you once again, his face unreadable.

he hesitated reaching out for you, carefully cupping your face and exhaling a deep breath as you let him touch you. his gaze of softening as you looked back at him with fear.

“hey, relax, yeah?” his throat bobbing as he swallowed, he didn’t know what to say or what to do in this situation, he’s never been in it. “breathe, sweetheart.”

you inhaled and exhaled, following the same pattern as his chest. he nodded, signaling you were doing great, then he suddenly pulled you into his chest, cradling your head and your upper back. he wasn’t sure what he was doing but he hoped he was able to provide you that sense of relief.

“m’sorry, ‘kay? i—i freaked out, baby, i didn’t mean to.” something heavy tugged at his heart as he heard a little sniff come out from you.

“i have a test.” you mumbled quietly, your hands grasping at his shirt, scared he’d pull away from you.

“yeah?”

“mhm, bought it this morning but i… i was scared to do it alone.” you confessed, planting your ear against his chest, the soft thump of his heart beat soothing you.

“let’s go do it, yeah? m’not goin’ anywhere.”

the thought of having matt in the same tiny space as you, scared you more than the actual test result. he paced back forth outside the bathroom, spamming his brothers in their shared group chat, only the youngest typing as the eldest told him what to say.

you on the other hand bit your lip, bruising the flesh as your nails tapped repeatedly on the counter, jumping up at the sound of your alarm.

you breathed in and out, using the coping mechanisms you learned back in school. with one deep breath you flipped it over, a giant rock of weight dropping from your shoulders, but you felt it in your gut.

you stepped out, catching his gaze and handling the test over to him, watching him get his color back. you felt empty— sure, you didn’t want kids, at least not right now, you were young and had much more to explore but it weighed you down, the thought of what it could’ve been.

he sighed softly, reaching out your limp body once again, muffling your cries with his body. “you’re not ready, sweetheart. someday, ‘kay? you’d be the best ever.”

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

a/n: pls tell me u guys liked this 😞😞

[dollzstrology]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ FIRST TIME FLUTTERS ᝰ You and Miguel feel the baby move in your belly for the first time.

Music Advisory — Miguel O’Hara x fem!preg!reader // fluff, domestic!miguel, established relationship [married couple], mom!reader & dad!miguel, pregnancy [second trimester], emotional [happy tears], belly rubbing + kissing, Miguel speaking Spanish [google translations included]

Duration — a little under 1.0k words

Words from Artist — This was such a cute and fun little Drabble I wanted to write with Miguel because I love writing him w/ prego!reader and I was inspired when I seen this tiktok couple (the video is so cute🥹!!). I have some longer fics in the works for him with prego!reader but I wanted to post something short/quick for him. As always feel free to comment and reblog, I enjoy reading y’all reactions and would love to hear your thoughts <3

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The quiet hum throughout your home is soothing while the scent of Miguel’s cologne lingers in the air and your favorite choice of music plays softly in the background. You're currently sitting on the couch, curled up in one of your husband’s oversized shirts, while your hand rests gently over your belly. At nearly five months pregnant, your baby bump is becoming more prominent, a constant reminder of the life that’s constantly growing inside you.

Miguel’s in the kitchen, finishing up dinner. Tonight is one of the many times he insisted on cooking for you instead of letting you lift a finger since you revealed to him that you were carrying his child. He’s been extra attentive lately, always making sure you’re comfortable, well-fed, and not pushing yourself too hard.

While your mind begins to wander on the baby, wondering if she’ll have more of your features or Miguel’s, you notice that the soft flutter you felt earlier this morning has returned feeling a little more prominent than before, like tiny butterfly wings brushing against your skin. Earlier you assumed your mind was playing tricks on you, you’ve been so excited to feel your baby girl moving inside your womb that you assumed your body mimicked the feeling of flutters but now that the feeling is more profound you know that it's real, that you're actually feeling your baby move for the first time.

“Miguel!” 

He appears into your line of sight in an instant, his sharp features softening when he sees the expression on your face. “What’s wrong, cariño?” His voice is laced with concern at first, not knowing what’s going on but when he notices the way your hand is cradling your belly, his brows raise in curiosity.

“She’s moving,” you whisper, your smile growing as you continue to feel movement in your belly. “I can feel her.”

Miguel’s eyes widen at your statement, and without hesitation, he comes by your side, kneeling in front of you so he can feel your daughter making her presence known. His large, callous hand replaces yours on your belly, his touch surprisingly gentle as he tries to find the magic spot. “De verdad? [really?] She’s moving?”

“Yeah, right here.” You place your hand over his, guiding him to where you feel movement. For a few moments, nothing happens, Miguel can’t feel anything and you can see the faintest trace of doubt cross his face. But then, the flutter comes again, soft and unmistakable, and his eyes lit up with pure wonder. “There she is,” he whispers, his voice breaking. “I can feel her.”

He presses his hand more firmly to your belly while his other hand covers yours, wanting to feel your touch. “Mi niña hermosa [my beautiful girl], it’s me, your papí. Can you feel me?” 

You watch as his usual stoic demeanor melts away and you notice the softer and emotional side of him appear that only you and your daughter are allowed to see. Miguel bends closer, his lips brushing against your belly as he begins to speak to the baby. “Hola, mi amor. [Hello, my love.] I’ve been waiting to meet you. You’re already so strong, just like your mamá.” He kisses your belly gently, his voice growing thick with emotion as he imagines what life will be like raising a child with you. “Tu mamá y yo te amamos tanto. [Your mom and I love you so much.]”

You felt your throat tighten with emotion as you run your fingers through his dark hair, watching him pour his heart out to your unborn daughter. “You feel her again?” you ask softly, blinking away your tears, trying your best not to cry but the moment is just too heartwarming not to.

He nods, a tear slipping down his cheek as another flutter greets the palm of his hand. “Sí [Yes], she’s moving so much now. She knows we’re here.” He presses multiple kisses your belly now, moving his hand to different places on your flesh as he speaks life into his unborn child, wanting her to feel his love before she even takes her first breath. “Te prometo, mi niña, que siempre voy a cuidarte. [I promise you, my little girl, that I will always take care of you.] You’ll never have to be afraid, not while I’m here.”

His voice cracks as he speaks, and he looks up at you, his dark red eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “She’s really in there.” He says almost in disbelief, his voice barely above a whisper as his eyes shift between you and your belly.

You let out a little chuckle while you nod in agreement, tears streaming down your cheeks as your hand rests on the back of his head, gently rubbing your thumb against his skin. “Yeah. She’s really in there, Miguel.”

Miguel straightens up, sitting on the couch with you as his hands keeps their current placement, protectively on your baby bump. “I’m going to be the best dad I can be for her.” Ever since you told him you were pregnant he’s made it his mission to become the most dedicated husband and father possible. His usual reserved and serious demeanor has softened ever since he found out, and despite his mind racing with concerns about the future holds, the risks, or his own responsibilities, he’s fully committed to doing his best. 

You lean your head against him, pressing your head against chest and wrapping your arm around his. “I already know you will be. She’s so lucky to have you.”

After a moment, Miguel leans over slightly, his face level with your belly once again. He rested both hands on each side of your bump and pressed another kiss to your skin. “Te amo, mi princesa. [I love you, my princess.] I can’t wait to meet you. You’re going to be amazing, I just know it.” He rubs slow circles on your belly, his lips brushing against it as he whispers against your soft skin.

Once Miguel is done talking to your unborn child, he pulls you into a deep embrace, wrapping his arms around your body and your belly as if he could shield you both from the world. “We’re going to be parents.” you whisper, your voice breaking once again as you fight back tears, trying to keep your emotions in check but due to pregnancy hormones it’s harder than usual.

He nods in agreement, kissing the top of your head, excited for what the future holds for the two of you. “We’re going to be the best parents.”

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[jaysng]

when you have to go on bed rest — park sunghoon

frustrated and emotional reader, stuck on bed rest during pregnancy, opens up to caring husband, sunghoon. overwhelmed, she asks him to hold her, seeking solace in his embrace as he gently reassures her, reminding her of her strength. [wc. 1.4k]

PAIRING. husband!sunghoon x preg!wife!reader

GENRE. reader is feeling hurt, so angsty fluff

NOTE. this has been sitting in my drafts for about a month now and i’ve been contemplating whether to post it or not.. but here i am guess

you hated being on bed rest.

every minute of it felt like a punishment. you were used to being on your feet, handling things your way, but now you were confined to your room, relying on everyone else to do what you couldn’t. and while your logical mind understood that it was for the baby, the emotional weight of it all was suffocating.

you sat propped against the headboard, arms crossed, staring out the window like it had personally wronged you. the ache in your back had returned, your legs felt stiff, and your mood was steadily getting worse.

the sound of the door opening broke you out of your sulk. sunghoon stepped inside, holding a glass of water in one hand and a small plate of sliced fruit in the other.

“you didn’t eat much earlier,” he said, setting the plate on the bedside table.

“i wasn’t hungry,” you muttered, avoiding his eyes.

he frowned slightly but didn’t push. “you still need to eat something.”

you sighed, glancing at the plate but not making a move to pick it up. the simple act of eating felt exhausting, and your frustration only grew.

sunghoon lingered for a moment before sitting on the edge of the bed. he didn’t say anything, his gaze quietly observing you.

“what?” you snapped, sharper than you meant to.

he shook his head, unfazed. “you just seem upset.”

“of course i’m upset, hoon!” you burst out, throwing your hands up. “i’m stuck in this stupid bed all day. i can’t even get up to get my own water. my body hurts. my head hurts. and—” your voice wavered, “—and i feel so useless.”

his expression softened, but he didn’t interrupt. he just let you spill it all out.

“i can’t even…” you trailed off, your hands trembling as you clenched them into fists. “i don’t know. i feel horrible. and i don’t want to talk about it, but i can’t keep it in either. i just—”

you broke off, your throat tightening as tears threatened to spill.

sunghoon hesitated for a split second before shifting closer, his hand hovering like he wasn’t sure if you wanted to be touched.

“can you just… hold me?” you whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. “please?”

his eyes softened further, and without a word, he slipped his arm around your shoulders, gently guiding you against his chest.

the warmth of his body, the steady rise and fall of his breathing—it was grounding. you let out a shaky breath, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as the dam finally broke.

“i feel like such a mess,” you mumbled, your voice muffled against him.

“you’re not a mess,” he said quietly, his voice calm and certain. “you’re just overwhelmed. it’s okay.”

his hand moved slowly, rubbing soothing circles on your back. he didn’t try to fix anything or offer solutions—he just let you cry, let you feel.

“i don’t know how much more of this i can take,” you admitted, your voice cracking.

“you don’t have to take it alone,” he said simply. “i’m here.”

it was such a sunghoon thing to say—straightforward, without unnecessary embellishments. but somehow, that made it more comforting.

“i hate being like this,” you whispered. “so… weak.”

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his brow furrowed. “you’re not weak,” he said, his tone firmer now. “you’re growing a whole human inside you. that’s… incredible.”

you let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head. “doesn’t feel incredible.”

“doesn’t mean it’s not,” he countered, his fingers brushing a stray tear from your cheek. “and even if you feel like you’re falling apart, it’s okay. i’ll hold you together, for as long as you need.”

you looked at him, your chest tightening at the sincerity in his eyes.

“thank you,” you whispered, leaning into his touch.

he didn’t respond with words, just wrapped his arms around you again, holding you close like you were the most important thing in the world.

and for the first time that day, the frustration in your chest eased, just a little. enough to remind you that you weren’t alone in this.

© jaysng 2024 | do not repost or plagiarize.

[lovecandyxx]

Logan Howlett x Fem! Reader

..I think I wanna have your babies ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

A/N: WOOW I finished it, honestly I did enjoy writing it but I wanted it to be with a plot and then the plot kinda dissapeared but then it reappeared so LMFOAOOO I also feel it’s kinda short i think i mightve rushed it a bit but this is my first smut fic EVERRR sooo ARGHHh!! well i hope you enjoy ‘n sorry 4 the wait luvvies!!!

Summary: Reader is just really horny and wants Logan’s babies, that’s it, that’s the plot. ♡ Contents: Smut obvs, breeding kink, teasing, p in v, fingering, a lil roughness, talks of making reader preg obvs, just.. lots of sex… lmk if i missed anything!!

I pondered around in my room taking heavy steps left and right, the thing is I could not act normal for the life of me since a few days ago, either it be because I can't control myself or my hormones are just acting up like crazy.. specifically the one's that are making my pussy throb and my head spin like crazy.

It does not help at all that I had to have physical training with my teammate, Logan, today. It's not like i'm ever boy or sex crazy but who's there to deny that Logan isn't a fucking sexy man? Just his protective and possessive nature, the way he walks and talks or how his cigars touch his lips so perfectly.. okay, maybe i'm into him a little bit.

But back to the main issue here. Because I've been acting like a sexless man lately and I was so close to Logan today, he's the victim of my dirty thoughts.. And because i'm literally just a girl.. I've been fantasizing about having his kids too.. I mean! Come on! And you really can’t blame me when you see him play and train so gently with the younger students, too.. He’d be the perfect father!

It was currently 8 PM and the sun was just about to set. I bit my lip nervously debating whether I should really do this or not. I'd put on my shortest sleeping dress and did my hair along with my make up just a little sexier than for midday activities. I threw myself off of my bed with a heavy sigh, "Fuck it."

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Now standing in front of Logan's door for about 5 minutes with my heartbeat picking up and my cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, I finally knocked.

I heard some shuffles and the door slowly opened, Logan standing there with nothing but his pyjama pants on. Thanks god, what a cliché.

Once he saw it was me he widened the door a bit more and looked at me with furrowed curious brows "What's up bub?". I swallowed hard before blurting out my next few words.

"I wanna have your babies"

Logan's brows shot up in surprise and his eyes widened a bit, I felt my cheeks getting hotter and I bit my lip. "Are you intoxicated?" Logan asked crossing his arms now. "What? No! I just.. I want..." I looked away from his gaze and sunk into deep realization of what I just truly had asked my teammate. I mumbled a soft embarrassed 'nevermind' and took a step back but felt Logan grip my arm and pull me toward him, "Are you serious, (Y/N)?"

I looked up at him with shyness and nodded softly, until I could comprehend the situation any more I was dragged into his room with one swift motion. I stumbled over my own feet as I was hit with the pure smell of tobacco and Logan's body odor.

Logan slammed the door close and walked toward me quickly, he gripped onto both of my shoulders very tightly. His gaze burned deep into my own eyes, looking up at him in a very horny and confused state.

"I need you to be very clear with me right now bub, did you realize what you just said? Are you fuckin' sure you want this?" I look down at his bare chest and ran my fingers along it gently before looking back into his eyes again. "I know what I said, and i'm really fucking sure. Get me pregnant, Logan.. Please"

That's all it took for him to lose control, basically. He had picked you up from under with both his hands gripping your ass tightly, carrying you towards his bed, you let your legs wrap around his waist and gasped. "You asked for this bub, don't complain later, I'm not gentle." He said with a rough low growl.

He threw you on his bed roughly making you bounce lightly, I supported myself with my elbows staring at Logan. "Lose the dress." He said as he shoved off his own pants and boxers, leaving his big already hardened length exposed to you.

Overwhelmed with his sudden speed and roughness I stared at him with big eyes like as if he could undress me with staring at me. My eyes landed on his cock and I swear I almost choked on air.

"For someone who wants to get fucked, you sure are slow with getting undressed" Logan teased with a deep smirk. I blushed while he looked at where my eyes landed, and his smirk deepened. "Like what you see bub? That's what ya want right?" His pure cockiness made your eyes roll and you sat up straight, taking off the dress over your head leaving you in nothing but your underwear.

"Ain't nobody got time for this, Gotta get you swollen baby." Logan said as he ripped of your panties. I whined "Logan.."

Logan ignored my whine and hurriedly crawled on top of me, resting one of his elbows beside my head, other tightly squeezed around my lower waist. His face leaned closer toward mine as he finally pressed his lips against mine roughly. I was wanting and needing more so I opened my mouth pushing my tongue in his. His tongue rushed in my mouth immediately taking over all of my senses.

His hand that rested on my waist crept down towards my now soaking folds, he gently slid his thumb in between the slit and started rubbing my clit roughly making me moan loudly releasing our kiss. "You're so wet for me baby, such a dirty girl." Logan chuckled out.

I opened my legs so he could reach easier, "Really? Opening your legs for me?" I hit his shoulder softly "Shut up Lo.." I groaned out.

Logan stopped rubbing my clit and pushed one finger inside of me, at first pumping in and out slowly. My heartbeat picked up and my chest heaved more, I let out soft heavy moans. "Fuck.."

He pushed in a second digit and started pumping just a bit faster, He looked down at my pussy then at my face again. I closed my eyes shut from pure pleasure. "You're so pretty when you're getting fucked, my pretty girl.." His pace picked up, and I felt a tight sensation in my lower belly, "Mhm~ Fuck.. Lo.."

He suddenly pulled out both his fingers and my eyes shot open, "Huh?" I noticed him smirking down at me, "You didn't think I'd let you come that fast, now did ya bub?" I groaned annoyed at him as his position shifted.

His hard tip was now pushed against my entrance making my breath hitch. He had both his elbows next to my head, towering over me.

"Ya ready for it, sweetheart?"

Before I could even think of any answer at all, Logan slammed his full length into my soaking core. I let out a loud screamed moan and threw my head back scratching at his bare chest, leaving red marks that disappeared as quick as they appeared.

He slowly dragged his hard cock out of me, and rammed into me again. I let out loud moans and hitched gasped for every thrust he gave me. I think I can literally feel his cock slamming against my womb.

The room was filled with heavy breathing and skin slapping against each other as I now scratched his back, which made Logan buck his hips and throw his head back slowly. "Fuck, You're gonna be the death of me bubs." Logan growled out, quickening his pace of thrusts.

My legs we're spread wide open with Logan thrusting in between. I felt the tightness in my core bubble up again so I wrapped my legs around his waist. Logan wasn't that far from his own orgasm also, which you could notice by the look of bliss on his face and furrowed brow, his dick twitched inside of me.

I held tightly onto Logan as he kept thrusting in and put of me, my legs still wrapped tightly around him, not letting him go and my walls fluttering around his. "Logan, I.. Fuck.." I moaned out. "I know baby, me too.. Come for me yeah?" He pleaded out in between heavy breaths. I nodded eagerly with halve lidded eyes "Don't pull out alright.." I whined out, Logan smirked and nodded also as my pussy clenched and my orgasm washed over me and my eyes rolled back. Making my back arch and toes curl. My body trembled and I gave Logan's back one last deep scratch, making it bleed.

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Logan finally gave me one last thrust, flooding my throbbing walls with his cum. Logan's hips bucked, deep furrowed brows and his lips reached for mine again, Our lips we're intertwined with each other, spilling saliva and moans.

Logan had his cock still buried deep inside of me, breathing heavily, he pushed himself off, now supporting himself with his hands next to your head.

My tired eyes finally opened to look up at him again. "Damn.." I said softly. Logan smiled cockily as he finally pulled out his cock from your throbbing pussy, but before any cum could come out he quickly pushed him thumb in your aching core making you gasp. "Gotta make sure I really get you pregnant baby." he spoke.

I sighed deeply as I felt Logan's sweaty body drop on mine gently. Both out of breath. "Did you get what you want?" Logan teased, "Not sure, got to take a test to find out." I joked back, we both giggled but then realization set in. "Wait. FUCK. Logan I really gotta get a test.."

Logan chuckled at your sudden reaction outburst, "Yeah yeah, tomorrow morning bub." He adjusted himself on his bed and then pulled you next to him, resting you gently in his arms, cuddling you. I leaned my head against his shoulder and sighed while he kissed the top of your head.

"But yeah, I did get what I really wanted though." I giggled.

A/N: I didn’t proofread it yet, i’ll do it later since it is once again.. 2 AM… HOPE IT NOT TOO SHORT… N’ HOPE U BBYS ENJOY,, LMK!!!!

MUCH LOVE, CANDYYYY 💗💗💗💗

Divider cr: @uzmacchiato

[zu-is-here]

It's going to happen soon, Big good luck Cross ;v;

one snowy night

[12/12] happy birthday, my little potato ♡

[hgfictionwriter]

Jackpot

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: You and Jessie place a bet - neither of you think the other can survive a month without sex. Winner gets to have their way with the other.

Warnings: G!P smut. Edging/teasing, masturbation, cunnilingus, marathon sex, unprotected/risky sex, breeding/preg kink.

A/N: I combined a few requests to write this fic. It's LONG. Hopefully still good though. Hope you enjoy.

“You are so handsy tonight,” you laughed as Jessie wrapped her arms around your waist while you cleaned up after dinner.

“I can’t help it if you’re attractive,” Jessie reasoned, unbothered.

You pushed your hips back into her, giving a purposeful roll of them and bit back a smug smirk at the low groan that came from her.

“And you do things like that,” she complained before giving you a slow, teasing kiss at the nape of your neck, causing a shiver to go down your spine.

You tucked your head down, raising your shoulder and pulling away slightly, snickering at how she let out a noise of disappointment.

“I have to finish cleaning up. And I have to finish some work tonight. I can’t get,” you paused to give her an amused, but pointed look, “distracted.”

Jessie grumbled furthermore, resting her head heavily on your shoulder.

You turned in her arms, wrapping yours around the back of her neck now and not able to help yourself from smiling as her pout slowly transformed into a small smile. You gently rolled yourself against her and bit the inside of your lip at how her eyes drifted shut at the action. You loved even more how you could feel her starting to grow hard against you.

“Don’t get me wrong,” you said, a slight lilt in your voice, “I love how hot we are for each other.” You smirked, reaching between your bodies and gently rubbing her through her pants. “And how hard you get for me.”

“But?” Jessie asked, forcing herself to open her eyes and look at you as you teased her.

“But nothing,” you shrugged. A thought crossed your mind and you couldn’t entirely hold back your laugh. She frowned at you in question.

“[Y/friend] was talking about ‘No nut November’ and,” you looked her up and down rather smugly, “I’m not sure you’d be able to make it.”

Jessie’s jaw dropped, blatantly affronted by the accusation.

“Are you serious?” She asked, holding her hands up in defense. You leaned in, trying to give her an appeasing kiss on the check but she dodged it. “No. No, you don’t get any kisses after that.” You laughed and gave her an apologetic look.

“I was just teasing,” you said.

“No,” Jessie said, folding her arms across her chest though a smirk now crossed her lips. “You weren’t kidding. You think I’m just horned up and can’t behave myself? We’ll see about that,” she went on rather haughtily. “You’re just as bad as me.”

You narrowed your eyes at her playfully. “Really now.”

“Really. I bet that you can’t go a month without us having sex,” Jessie challenged, head held high.

“Oh my god,” you said, rolling your eyes before mimicking her body language. “I bet you can’t either. One month, no sex.” You tapped your chin in contemplation. “We can masturbate once a week; we’ll just have to do that on the honour system.”

Jessie chuckled. “And what does the winner get?”

“Whatever kind of sex they want,” you said as you cocked your head. You held up a hand, “Within reason. It has to be consensual, of course, but you get the idea.”

“I do,” Jessie said before holding out her hand. “Deal.” You took her hand and gave it a shake.

“Deal.”

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To say the following weeks were a challenge would be a massive understatement. You’d gone in rather confident, thinking of all the ways you’d tease Jessie, but you didn’t anticipate how she’d tease you back.

There were many close calls. For both of you. And if it was anyone other than Jessie, you probably would’ve laughed off the bet, but as with anything else in her life, she was taking it very seriously.

You learned the night the bet was made, in fact, how seriously she was taking it. You’d gotten into bed after her and scooched up against her, your ass on her hips and nestled in. Immediately, she grunted and shifted back, a totally foreign reaction to you. You complained and pulled her arm around your waist to spoon you.

“I just want to cuddle,” you said. But that was quickly disproved when you began to grind back against her. She’d jerked away and grumbled something about you not playing nice and went to sleep on the other side of the bed.

The next morning, Jessie went out for a run and when she came back she put on a bit of a show, though she’d never admit it, but she knew damn well it would drive you wild.

She came into the bedroom, you still lying in bed, and lifted up her shirt to wipe the sweat off her face. She was well aware of your eyes on her sweat covered abs.

When she took off her shirt, she let down her hair and pushed it back, her biceps flexing as she did so and she turned to speak to you, arms still flexed. She made up some excuse to reach for something across the bed, reaching over you, her sweaty, sexy body brushing against you.

She nonchalantly went about her routine, closing out with coming to speak to you fresh from her shower, a towel held precariously in front of her cock, but the rest of her body on display.

“That’s your one for the week,” she said pointedly with a knowing smirk at the end of your conversation. She turned to leave, your cheeks reddening as she walked away. Guess you weren’t as quiet and discrete as you thought you were when she was in the shower.

The days carried on like that. Some flirtations subtle, like a hand brushing against a thigh or a waist. You wearing sexy underwear and make sure she got a glimpse. Some less subtle. Like when she not so subtly came out to the couch and sat down in boxers and a sports bra, legs spread and hands behind her head as you watched a show.

You reciprocated by turning to her, kissing her on the shoulder and down her chest, pulling an unfiltered glare from her. Undeterred, you looked down at the subtle bulge that was beginning to form in her boxers and sat back up and began to pull your hair back into a ponytail.

You forced yourself to not react as she watched you steadily, almost a sense of disbelief on her face before you sat back and returned to watching your show. You snickered at the frustrated exhale she released.

The worst of all was when you’d been out with friends one night and your hand wandered as Jessie drove you back home. She’d complained about how that wasn’t fair and was a borderline violation. You stopped, but you didn’t recall rules around words.

“God, baby. I’m dripping wet for you. My panties are soaked because I want your hard cock inside of me so badly. I want to feel you stretching me out, my needy pussy wrapping tightly around you. I want your hips slamming into me as you fill me up so good again and again.”

“Oh my fucking god,” Jessie said chastising, though by the look of the growing tent in her pants, in arousal as well. “That’s not allowed.”

“Dirty talk wasn’t included in the rules,” you argued.

“It’s simulating sex though, so it’s against the rules,” Jessie argued.

“What are you going to do, baby?” You asked as you eyed her. “I know you already got yourself off earlier this week. Want me to take care of you?”

“No,” Jessie said curtly, her grip tightening on the steering wheel while she pulled into your parkade.

She got out of the car in a huff and you stifled a laugh as she rounded the car, her erection obvious as her pants stretched tightly across her.

You were about to make a smart remark when she pushed you against the car and ground herself into you as she met you in a heated, hard kiss. Though surprised, a moan worked its way up your throat as she bent her knees and pushed her hips up and into you, the firmness in her pants pressing against your heat and causing an immediate reaction in you.

You made out, shamelessly grinding against one another.

“You can take me upstairs, you know,” you offered.

“Are you asking me to?” Jessie asked between kisses.

“No,” you forced yourself to say. “I’m just saying you can if you like.”

“No can do, babe,” she said with a crooked grin. “As much as I want to, that’d be admitting defeat. Not going to happen. But if you want me to carry you upstairs and pound you until you’re screaming my name, your legs shaking as you cum all over my cock, I’d love to.”

You whined, your knees almost growing weak at the visual, but you found your resolve and turned her down.

The challenges escalated that night until you mutually decided to call a truce and stop teasing each other. It was an uncomfortable time for both of you coming down off of your arousal without any real relief, but stubbornness won out.

You were about a week away from the month being over when Jessie and you were on the couch watching a show together, you cuddled in next to her with her hand on your thigh. Her hand gently caressed you, very slowly moving higher until you shot her a look of warning.

“No?” She asked, a glint in her eye. “Is it getting you worked up?” You grumbled.

“You know it is,” you said as you nudged her.

“That’s too bad,” she said lightly. “I like touching you, knowing how you’re getting wet as you start thinking about my fingers or my cock or tongue in you.”

“Babe,” you scolded.

“And too bad you already used up your one pass for the week already,” she said with a fake look of apology. “I, however, have not. And, what can I say, thinking about you gets me worked up, too.”

She glanced down, drawing attention to the bulge starting to form in her pants. Before you could think of what to do or say, she undid her pants, shimmying them down her legs until she was clad in her boxers.

Your jaw dropped. Was she going to do what you thought she was? Jessie had never masturbated in front of you. By the time you looked up at her she had a faint blush on her face, but it was overshadowed by a smug smirk as she reached into her boxers and pulled out her swelling cock.

You let out a small exhale and she nipped at your neck.

“What’s wrong, baby?” She asked.

“This can’t be fair,” you told her.

“There’s no rule against it,” she countered as she licked her hand and began to stroke herself up and down. She locked eyes with you. “See what you do to me?”

“Oh God,” you said as your hand came to the back of your neck and rubbed agitatedly.

“How is it making you feel, baby?” She asked. “You seem restless,” she went on as she grew to full length and slowly pumped herself up and down. “I wish this was your hand. Or your mouth,” she said with a look to your lips.

She circled the thick head of her cock with her thumb. “And of course even better if I was slipping inside of your heat. I can practically feel your walls gripping me, pulling me in and massaging me.”

“I thought you said this kind of talk was against the rules,” you said as you squeezed your legs together in a vain attempt to find some relief.

A faint laugh escaped Jessie’s mouth as she nodded towards your lap.

“I know you’re thinking about how good it would feel - me filling you up, so deep inside of you. God,” she picked up her pace, letting her head fall back against the couch, “I can practically hear it. How wet it sounds every time I thrust in and out of you. I love the way you drip down my cock; knowing I made you that wet.”

You watched her, her hips thrusting up into her fist, the visual she painted for you, all the while a cute frown on her face as her cheeks reddened.

This whole bet was ridiculous.

You reached out, placing your hand over hers. She stopped the second you touched and looked over at you in surprise.

“I give up,” you told her. “I don’t care anymore. I want you. I’m so desperate for you.”

She seemed to process your words for a moment before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she smiled.

“Thank god,” she said in blatant relief. Her smile grew as you stood up and began taking your clothes off in a rush. She reached up now and then to help you and took off her clothes fully as well.

"God, you're gorgeous," she breathed as you pushed her back against the couch and were about to straddle her. You let out a small squeal of surprise when she flipped you so you were sitting and she was on top, swiftly dropping to her knees in front of you. She locked eyes with you and pushed your legs apart.

"Oh fuck yeah," she said appreciatively as her eyes fell to your dripping wet entrance. "God, I've missed you so much," she said, her shoulders falling as she spoke.

She reached under your legs, her arms hooking under your thighs and she pulled you to the edge of the couch. Not bothering with her typical teasing or foreplay, she buried her face in your slick folds right away and lapped hungrily at you, drawing a cry from you immediately. You clawed desperately at the couch moments in, the feel of her tongue and mouth on you something you'd been craving for weeks and been denied.

"Oh my God, Jess," you panted. "That feels so good," you breathed as she rocked her face into you and sucked on your clit.

You bucked your hips up into her as she tended to you with a determination and drive that had you peaking within a few short minutes. She licked and sucked and it sounded messy and wet, and it felt so incredibly good.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum already," you said, your face tensing up as your impending orgasm approached. She simply moaned and continued to care for you, her attention not wavering in the least.

Inevitably, your orgasm came crashing down on you. Your thighs flexed around her head and your hips jerked erratically up into her. It was so intense that any moan was caught in your throat and came out a strangled whimper instead.

When Jessie came up for air, she wiped her face with a shirt off the floor, rest her arms across your thighs and leaned up to kiss you. You languidly kissed her back, still finding your way through your post-bliss haze.

"I won the bet, right?" You heard her say as she settled back onto her heels. You slowly opened your eyes to see her looking at you curiously. You gave a nod.

“Yeah, I hate to admit it, but you did,” you said with a wry chuckle. You gave her a small smirk. “Which means,” you sat up, cupping her face and kissing her slowly, “you get to have your way with me.”

You watched as Jessie immediately grew flushed, her gaze flicking away momentarily. You cocked your head at her and couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What? Isn’t it a good thing?”

“It’s not necessary. It was just a fun bet. There’s no need. I didn’t have anything in mind,” Jessie went in to kiss you and you allowed it, but pulled back shortly.

“Wait. That can’t be true. You held on for that long, that determinedly, with nothing in mind?” You asked skeptically.

“Yeah, I'm competitive,” Jessie reiterated though the deeper shade of her cheeks and nervous smile told you there was more to it. You narrowed your eyes at her.

“Babe. Just tell me. I want to know,” you insisted. She didn’t immediately reject your request, but shied away still. You implored further. “Come on. Please. I want to know. And who knows? Maybe I wanted the same!”

“I doubt that,” Jessie returned with no hesitation. Now you were really curious.

“Well now you definitely have to tell me,” you said.

She looked away and chewed the inside of her cheek before huffing quietly and running a hand through her hair. She eventually looked back at you, holding your gaze but remaining wordless.

“Please tell me,” you urged softly as you cupped her face and thumbed her cheeks gently with one hand, but grasped her length with the other and stroked slowly. Her eyes closed momentarily before she held your gaze for a few long seconds and spoke.

“You can say ‘no’. Please know that. I 100% won’t mind. I only want to do it if you’re into it, too.” She waited for you to acknowledge her and you gave a nod. “I want to be inside of you, but…” her gaze flit about, “no condom.”

“Oh,” you said, many tones in one. She immediately looked concerned and you head her off. “That’s all?”

She frowned. “Yeah? I mean. It’s risky - you’re not on birth control. And I mean, I could pull out! But I know that’s still risky, so I totally get it if you aren’t comfortable."

“That sounds hot to me,” you responded, not needing long to think and she looked suspicious.

“Seriously?”

“Mmhmm,” you voice as you scooted to the edge of the cushion. You grabbed her hand and placed it between your legs, ensuring her fingers came into contact with the wetness that was already starting to form again.

“In case you need convincing,” you whispered in her ear. She groaned and her fingers began to massage you.

Her cock twitched when she felt how wet you were. She rose up onto her knees, grasping your ass and pulling you even further off the cushion. You let out a small yelp, but laughed as she smirked at you and began rubbing her cock up and down the length of your slit.

“Fuck, baby. I’ve missed you so much,” she said as she watched the way your lips parted as she pushed through your folds and over your clit. You spied the bead of precum that had formed at the tip of her cock over the past few minutes. You moaned.

“I need you inside of me,” you told her. She glanced up at you, pausing for a second before lining up the head of her length at your entrance. She watched intently as she shifted her hips forward ever so slowly, biting her lip as she watched the way you gradually stretched out around her, accommodating her width.

“God, you look so amazing taking me like this,” she said as she remained focused on the visual before her. Her mouth fell into an ‘O’ as she pushed inside and felt your walls surround her.

“Oh god,” she said, her forehead creasing in a frown, “you feel so incredible. I missed being inside of you. And you feel beyond amazing like this. Even better than I imagined. Holy fuck.”

It didn’t necessarily feel different to you, but just the thought and understanding that she was in you bare brought things to a whole other level. You pushed your head back into the couch and pulled her by the waist further into you.

“Fuck, babe,” she said with a light chuckle as you caused her to bottom out. “Jesus, slow down or I’m going to bust right away.”

You grinned and pulled her down into a kiss and rolled your hips against her.

Soon, Jessie had you half reclined on the couch, your legs wrapped around her waist as she pumped into you. The room was soon filled with whimpers and cries from you coupled with moans and grunts from her. The sounds of her hips bouncing off of you along with the sounds that came each time she thrust in and out of your wet tunnel were intoxicating.

“Hear how much I missed you? How much I need you?”

“Jesus Christ,” she grunted as she gripped your hips. “Fuck, I’m close already,” she said as she screwed her eyes shut.

She let out a quick exhale and wrapped her arms around you, one under you and another up along your back as she hoisted you off the couch and carried you into the kitchen, remaining inside of you. She kissed you as she set you down on the counter.

She held herself still as she played with your clit and kissed your neck. You flexed around her subconsciously and she groaned against your skin.

“Fuck, just being inside you is too good.”

When you were getting close she began to pull her hips back, drawing out to the tip before thrusting to the hilt once more.

“Baby, I’m so close,” you told her as you clutched her to you.

“Me too,” she panted as she pumped into you, having to pull you back towards her on the counter now and then from the force of her thrusts. She pumped into you a few times more before speaking again. “I can pull out.”

You dug your nails into her skin.

“Or not,” you said. Her pace faltered and she leaned back to look at you. You went on. “I want you to cum inside of me.”

“Oh fuck, babe,” she said, eyes shutting as she spoke. “Don’t tease.”

“I’m not. I want you to finish in me,” you told her.

She grunted, her fingers gripping your hips. “And…what if something, you know, happens?”

“Then, we can cross that bridge when we get there.” She watched you wordlessly and you smiled. “Honestly? It’s even hotter knowing that it’s all being left up to chance. That you’re so hot for me right now that you want nothing more than to spill yourself inside of me.”

“Jesus,” she said, her eyes rolling into her head before she screwed them shut. “That’s so sexy. God, I want to cum as deep inside of you as I can.”

“Then do it,” you said as you pulled her in for a kiss. The kiss broke off a few moments later as Jessie’s body tensed up as she pushed up into you, her hips rutting into you as a few short groans fell from her lips. She held herself tight against you as she pumped her cum into you.

Eventually, she drew her hips back and gave a few slow thrusts. She looked down at where your bodies were joined and her mouth fell agape in wonder.

“Holy,” she said as she saw a mixture of her cum and yours pooled around the base of her cock and the edge of your lips. The strings of cum stretched along her cock with every stroke. “This looks so fucking amazing, babe.”

She continued to slowly pump in and out of you, mesmerized by what she was seeing until she softened and fell out of you.

You spread your legs further, inviting her to watch as you reached down and rubbed her cum through your lips and circled your clit. You dipped two fingers inside of you. When you withdrew them they were coated in cum and you locked eyes with her as you brought them to your mouth and sucked them clean.

“Jesus Christ,” Jessie breathed with a laugh of appreciation. She ran a hand through her hair before rushing in to kiss you hard. You wrapped your legs around her once more and she began to grind herself against your core again. It wasn’t long before you felt her start to grow hard against you.

“God, I need you again,” she moaned into your heated kiss.

“So take me,” you said. Her chest rumbled as she lifted you off the counter and carried you over to the wall, pinning you against it before filling you in one swift motion.

A cry fell from your lips and she chuckled smugly into your neck as she began to rock herself in and out of you.

“I want to cum inside you again. Make you mine. Claim you all over this apartment,” she panted.

“Fuck, Jess,” you said as you clawed at her back. “You feel incredible inside of me. Make me yours.”

Soon, she had you bouncing up and down on her cock, your back rubbing roughly against the wall as she fucked you silly. Her fingers dug into the underside of your thighs and you knew she’d leave bruises but it turned you on even more.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to take you like this? No barrier - just you and me,” she said. “And God, it’s been impossible not fucking you these past few weeks. I’ve never wanted someone so badly. You’re so perfect.”

You moaned needily, each thrust causing your moan to stutter as her hips slammed into you.

“I can feel our cum dripping down my leg, baby. God, it’s so messy and I love it.”

“Fuck,” you hissed as you started cumming over her cock again. You tore up her back, which she’d give you heck for once you were both out of your lust-filled frenzy.

She grunted and clutched you tighter as she started to cum in you once more, her cock pulsing as she spilled rope after rope of cum in you.

She pressed you into the wall as she drained herself into you before gently lowering you both to the floor.

Your chest heaved as you fought to catch your breath and Jessie did the same. She eventually rolled off of you, a soft popping noise coming as she withdrew from you. You heard her chuckle softly.

“We are making an absolute mess,” she said, her smugness thinly veiled as you glanced down to see a small pool of cum beneath you where she’d just pulled out. You slapped her shoulder playfully and she laughed further as she laid on her back.

“I know how clean you like the apartment to be, so this really speaks to how horny you are,” you chuckled.

A couple of minutes passed and you sat up, looking down at her as she laid there with her arms behind her head. You straddled her and a crooked grin crossed her face. You kissed your way along her shoulder, up her neck and nipped at her ear before whispering.

“Did I mention that you’re the first person I’ve ever let cum inside me?”

“Oh shit,” Jessie said as her fingers gripped you. “That is so freakin hot. You don’t even know.” She kneaded the juncture between your hips and thighs and looked down at your core. “And I hope it stays that way.”

“Mmm, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want that,” you said.

“Yeah? You like me enough to stay?” She teased.

“You like me enough to keep me?” You countered.

“You know I do,” she said. “Sex aside and all. I love you and you know it,” she went on before rolling her hips against you. “And the fact that you get me hard back to back so quickly should tell you something too.”

“Mm,” you voiced as you rocked against her hardening member. “I do love having that effect on you.”

You rose up enough that the tip of her erection jutted against your entrance. You held her gaze as you sat down on it, arching your back at the sensation of her filling you up again.

Soon, you were riding her in the entry way of your apartment, her hands on your breasts as you bounced up and down on her thick cock. Your knees would be red and bruised after, but you really didn’t care in this moment.

At one point she grabbed your hips and started hammering into you from below and you moaned shamelessly at the feel of her stretching you out repeatedly.

“Fuck,” you cursed, eyes shut, your head falling back as she sent jolts of pleasure through your body.

When your legs began to shake from the effort combined with back to back orgasms. She held you in place for a second before nodding for you to get off. You wordlessly obliged, having trouble processing much of anything right now and she got up and carried you to the bedroom.

She shot you a salacious grin as she tossed you onto the bed. She grabbed you by the hips, flipped you over and tugged you up onto your knees as she climbed up behind you. She slapped your ass, the sound erupting across the room before she stroked your clit and lips several times, loving the way you fell onto your forearms with a whimper, ass angled up at her.

Another wanton moan tumbled out your mouth as she mounted you, her cock hitting your g-spot as she filled you.

She reached around and continued to circle your clit as she began to pump in and out of you.

You rolled your head back and forth across your arm as pulse after pulse of pleasure coursed through you as her hips bounced off of you.

She held you up as your legs shook. You felt a different type of pressure and heat building between within your core with every stroke. Your mouth opened several times and you stammered your bliss before it crested and you felt yourself gush against her.

“Fuck,” you managed to say as you squirted, your legs spreading wider as your juices ran down her legs and onto the bed.

“Oh my God, you’re so amazing,” Jessie said in awe, pausing inadvertently as she processed what was happening.

As she saw the pool of arousal on the sheets from you squirting, your heat stretching tightly around her cock, cum from your various rounds coating you both, her mind was in a total haze. She wrapped an arm underneath you and pulled you sharply against her, grabbing your shoulder with her other hand and started fucking you with abandon.

You felt pleasure and tension building again already as she railed you from behind. You were going to be so sore the next day, but it felt incredible.

“I’m going to pump you so full,” Jessie panted. “Fucking you so good you won’t ever want another cock.”

You wanted to respond, but you couldn’t formulate any words. All you could do was moan as you buried your face into the bed and bundled up the sheets in your fists.

“I love you so much,” she said, voice shuddering in exertion. “I’m only ever going to fuck you like this again. My cum leaking out of you as I keep fucking you raw. So if you don’t want to have my baby, we better get you some birth control.”

She grunted as her hips continued to slap into you, causing your body to jostle further into the mattress.

“I would offer to get snipped, but I want you to have my baby someday. So…”

You whined and you white knuckled the sheets even more. Her pace picked up and her whimpers rose in pitch.

“Here it comes,” she said before letting out a short yell as she doubled over you, pressing you into the mattress as she came impossibly hard inside of you, despite it being her third orgasm of the night.

She grunted a couple more times as her cock twitched inside of you. She laid heavy on top of you as you both lay there sweaty and spent.

“Oh fuck,” she eventually said as she rolled off of you. “Best bet I ever won,” she breathed.

[chloe4everpreggo]

Sorry I haven’t been posting lately. Been in a real funk but will be posting more soon. Planning to make a lot of content

[oaksgrove]

Family comes first.

pairing: platonic!141 x fem!Reader

summary: When an unexpected leave of absence raises questions among the 141, Captain Price and the team uncover the truth: their lieutenant is facing the challenges of pregnancy alone.

warnings: Discussions of pregnancy, mentions of emotional vulnerability, fluff, humor, and strong family dynamics.

word count: 1697

The morning Laswell’s email arrived, Price knew something was wrong.

The subject line was terse: Leave of Absence.

He opened it, expecting one of the usual reports or mission directives, but instead found a scanned note from a doctor, granting you indefinite leave. No details. No explanations. Just a date and a signature.

Price frowned, rereading the note as if it might suddenly offer more information. “Laswell,” he muttered, grabbing his phone.

The call went straight to voicemail.

When he gathered the boys—Soap, Gaz, and Ghost—to break the news, the reactions were immediate.

“She just… left?” Soap asked, brows furrowed. “No goodbye? No explanation?”

“Laswell wouldn’t even tell you why?” Gaz added, his concern clear.

Ghost was silent, arms crossed, but the tension in his posture spoke volumes.

Price shook his head. “All I got was the note. Says it’s personal.”

The room fell into uneasy silence. None of them liked being kept in the dark, especially when it came to one of their own.

“Something’s not right,” Ghost said finally, his low voice cutting through the tension.

Price’s jaw tightened. “We’re going to find out what’s going on.

Laswell’s office was typically a haven of order, but when the 141 stormed in unannounced, it became a battlefield.

Price led the charge, his expression stormy. Soap and Gaz flanked him, while Ghost lingered just behind, his presence menacing as ever.

“Captain,” Laswell greeted, looking up from her desk. Her tone was calm, but the slight tightening of her jaw betrayed her unease. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You know damn well why we’re here,” Price said, placing the printed doctor’s note on her desk. “What’s going on with her?”

Laswell’s eyes flicked to the paper, then back to Price. “It’s personal.”

“That’s not good enough,” Price said sharply. “She’s part of my team, Kate. We deserve to know if she’s okay.”

Laswell leaned back in her chair, folding her arms. “She’s fine. She’s taking care of something important, and I’m making sure she has the space to do it.”

“Space for what?” Soap asked, his frustration bubbling over.

“That’s not your business, Sergeant,” Laswell said firmly, her gaze cutting to him.

“It bloody well is when she vanishes without a word!” Gaz interjected.

Ghost’s voice cut through the growing chaos, low and dangerous. “We’re not leaving until you tell us what’s going on.”

Laswell hesitated, glancing at each of them in turn. Finally, she let out a long sigh. “Look, I can’t tell you. She asked me not to. All I can say is that she’s safe, and she’s being looked after.”

“By who?” Price pressed.

“By me,” Laswell said simply. “And Sarah.”

The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of her words settling over them.

Price’s eyes narrowed. “If she’s in trouble—”

“She’s not,” Laswell interrupted. “But she’s dealing with something personal, and she needs time. You have to trust me on this, John.”

Price stared at her for a long moment before finally nodding, though his jaw remained tight. “Fine. But if anything happens, you let us know immediately.”

“Of course,” Laswell said, her tone softening. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Long before the boys discovered your secret, Laswell and Sarah had been your pillars. They visited regularly, ensuring you had everything you needed and offering unwavering emotional support.

One evening, as you sat on the couch surrounded by baby clothes and prenatal vitamins, Sarah placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“You’re doing great,” she said warmly.

You let out a shaky laugh. “It doesn’t feel like it.”

Laswell, sitting across from you with a cup of tea, raised an eyebrow. “You’re juggling a pregnancy and keeping it together on your own. That’s more than most people could handle.”

You sighed, resting a hand on your growing belly. “I just… I didn’t want the team to know. I’m afraid of what they’ll think.”

Sarah exchanged a glance with Laswell before leaning forward. “Honey, those men adore you. They’d probably build a nursery on base if you told them.”

Laswell chuckled. “She’s not wrong.”

You smiled faintly but didn’t respond.

“You’re going to be an amazing mom.” Sarah said softly.

Tears filled your eyes, and you nodded, unable to speak.

Weeks passed. The team tried to focus on their work, but your absence left a noticeable void. Soap still grumbled about your jokes, Gaz brought up your cooking, and even Ghost—stoic as ever—paused occasionally during briefings, as if expecting you to chime in.

Simon didn’t plan to find you.

He’d been wandering the mall on a rare day off, stocking up on essentials, when a familiar figure caught his eye.

It was you, standing in front of a baby store, your hands resting on your stomach.

Simon froze, his mind racing. He followed you inside, keeping a safe distance as you browsed the aisles.

You picked up a soft yellow onesie, holding it against your bump with a small, wistful smile.

She’s pregnant, Simon realized, his chest tightening.

When you moved to the register, he slipped out unnoticed, his mind spinning. Back at the base, he wasted no time finding Price.

“Found her,” he said without preamble.

Price looked up sharply. “What?”

“Spotted her at the mall,” Simon said, his voice low but firm. “She’s pregnant, Cap.”

Price leaned back in his chair, absorbing the news. “Bloody hell.”

“Was alone,” Simon added. “No bloke in sight.”

Price sighed, running a hand over his face. “Probably thought we’d judge her. Or that she’d be a burden.”

“Laswell’s been covering for her, probably didn’t think we’d understand.” Simon added. “What do we do?”

“What we always do,” Price said firmly. “We take care of our own.”

-

It was Price who came to see you first. He showed up unannounced, knocking on the door of your small apartment with the kind of authority that was impossible to ignore.

When you opened the door and saw him standing there, your heart sank.

“Captain…”

“Lieutenant,” he replied, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. His sharp eyes took in the cozy but cluttered space: prenatal vitamins on the counter, a stack of baby books on the table, and a diaper bag by the couch.

“You didn’t want us to know,” he said, his tone even but firm.

You swallowed hard, wrapping your arms around your belly. “I didn’t want you to think less of me.”

Price’s expression softened, and he reached out, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You listen to me. You’re part of this team, and nothing changes that. We’re family, and family doesn’t turn its back.”

Tears stung your eyes, and you nodded, too overwhelmed to speak.

From that moment, the boys rallied around you like a well-oiled machine.

Price took charge of logistics, coordinating your doctor’s appointments and ensuring you had everything you needed. He showed up with groceries, baby supplies, and—on one occasion—a rocking chair he’d built himself.

“You made this?” you asked, running a hand over the smooth wood.

“Figured it might help,” he said gruffly, but the pride in his voice was unmistakable.

Soap became your personal cheerleader, insisting on helping you decorate the nursery. He spent hours assembling furniture, cracking jokes to keep you laughing through the process.

“Look at this wee crib,” he said, holding up a tiny mobile. “This baby’s gonna have the best view in town.”

Gaz, ever practical, took on meal prep duty, showing up with containers of healthy, ready-to-eat food.

“Gotta keep you and the little one fed,” he said, handing you a container of stew. “No arguments.”

And Ghost… Ghost was the quiet, steady presence you didn’t know you needed. He didn’t say much, but he was always there—fixing things around the apartment, carrying heavy boxes, and ensuring you had someone to lean on.

“You don’t have to do all this,” you said one day as he installed blackout curtains in the nursery.

“You’re right,” he replied, not looking up. “But I’m doing it anyway.”

Laswell and her wife, Sarah, became your unofficial wellness committee, showing up regularly to check on you.

“How’re you feeling?” Laswell asked during one visit, handing you a cup of tea while Sarah unpacked a bag of baby clothes.

“Good,” you said, glancing at the pile of tiny socks and onesies. “Better than I deserve, honestly.”

“Nonsense,” Sarah said, giving you a warm smile. “You’re doing great.”

-

When the day finally came, you were surrounded by your team in every sense.

Price was the first to arrive at the hospital, his steady presence calming you during the chaos. Soap and Gaz followed soon after, filling the room with nervous energy and encouragement but Price sent them to the hallway after making you too agitated. Ghost stayed in the hallway, ready to step in if needed but giving you space.

Hours later, when the baby’s cries filled the room, the team let out a collective sigh of relief.

“It’s a girl,” the nurse announced, placing the tiny bundle in your arms.

You looked down at your baby, tears streaming down your face. “Hi, sweetheart,” you whispered, your heart swelling with love.

Price, standing at your bedside, rested a hand on your shoulder. “You did good, Lieutenant.”

Soap peeked over his shoulder, grinning. “Look at her! She’s already got more hair than Ghost.”

“Shut it, Johnny,” Ghost muttered, though there was a rare softness in his tone.

Back at the base, the team embraced their roles as uncles with pride. Soap declared himself the baby’s favorite, Gaz perfected his swaddling technique, and Ghost quietly ensured the nursery was stocked with everything you could need.

Price was the first to hold the baby during a team meeting, cradling him with surprising ease.

“Captain’s got the touch,” Soap teased, snapping a photo.

Gaz grinned. “Reckon he’s already training him to take over one day.”

Ghost, standing in the corner, simply nodded. “He’ll fit right in.”

And as you looked around at your makeshift family—your daughter nestled in Price’s arms, Soap and Gaz arguing over who got to babysit next, and Ghost quietly assembling a stroller—you realized you were exactly where you needed to be.

You weren’t alone. You never had been.

[lunarw0rks]

────141 headcanons: touching the belly────

a/n: y'all know i'm a sucker for the the pregs trope so i had to do this request. and i only did the four dinguses for this one, sorry anon ☺️

warning(s): pregnancy, fluff+angst, invasion of reader's personal space/privacy, protectiveness, hurt/comfort?, afab!reader

‧˚₊ MAIN MASTERLIST ⟢ 141 MASTERLIST ‧₊˚⊹

๋࣭ ⭑ PRICE

⌞one of the perks of being married to john is being supported. quite literally the definition of it, in every form. that goes for your baby too, no questions asked. he's more akin to simon in being traditional while you're expecting. wants you home, resting and not lifting a finger.

he's very particular about who he lets close to you, more than ever now. it makes sense considering his work and the general fragility of a new family. in the same way as kyle, he's constantly stressed. wants everything to be perfect for you and soon to be little one.

always has his eye on you, just like he does all his men. there's nothing he doesn't see or already knows about. honestly, may even spot a bad apple before you do. won't even bother with politeness and will shoo them away before their hand(s) even make contact with your tummy.⌝

๋࣭ ⭑ SIMON

⌞ he was already protective enough before you got pregnant, but he's at a whole new level now. practically a full-time security guard by the time you reach your third trimester. ESPECIALLY when you two find yourselves out and about — which isn't often.

on the off chance that you're at some sort of gathering with simon, he's at your side no matter what. eyeing every person who approaches you, only chiming in when spoken to, out of mere courtesy. as soon as you give him any inkling of discomfort, he's asking you if he should go start the car.

one thing he hasn't gotten used to yet is the touching. how people often belaud pregnant women. cross boundaries constantly to get a feel of them and their bellies. it's already hard enough getting the man to relax, but it's hopeless now with all the new people he "needs" to keep an eye on. it's not a matter of him catching someone touching your belly; he'll already be standing there most likely. glares, huffs, will certainly go as far as removing their hand if it lingers long enough.⌝

๋࣭ ⭑ SOAP

⌞doesn't see any point in excluding you from functions if you think you can handle them. loves having you on his lap or right beside him when he's out, even in pregnancy. as long as you're comfortable and able to signal to him when you're too tired or need something — he's just happy you're there.

most of all, johnny is fiercely protective of the bump. more than he is of you (which is nearly unfathomable, i know). and if there's one thing he loves more than you — it's gushing about you to anyone who'll listen. so, initially, he might not notice someone making you tense while amid his blabbing.

but after so long with him, you've learned to accept the flattery for what it is and remember how easy it is for him to get distracted. a firm squeeze to his hand or a tug to his jacket will do the trick. but once realizes what's happening, he's on it (with his new Dad Speed). finds a way to distract the person and slip you the car keys. promises he'll be out in two minutes to drive you home — and he always is.⌝

๋࣭ ⭑ GAZ

⌞ even though he'd prefer you bundled up in bed and waiting for him, kyle still enjoys doing things with you. he definitely gives a wider berth than the other guys, but he's just as vigilant (if not more). he's more subtle about it, if anything.

it isn't just you to protect anymore, it's you and his baby. so, forgive the man for his pinched brows and clenched fists, he's reverted into nothing but a ball of anxiety the further the months progress.

doesn't mind people having a feel of you, usually, when they only mean well (it's typically older ladies anyhow). but sometimes it's a more unsavory interaction; someone who isn't taking any hints, who can't bear to leave the two of you alone. on one hand, gaz understands — an expectant, attractive couple out on a wholesome shopping trip is bound to lure attention. he takes a slower approach, less hostile to avoid upsetting you anyone. brushes it off with an excuse; "oh, love, you got that appointment today, right? don't wanna be late." and then makes his exit, a guiding hand around your waist.⌝

[yourfatherlucifer]

Extraterrestrial (JYH)

Alien!Yunho x afab!reader

Summary: Your ship is on the brink of being forever lost in the galaxy, but when a monster invades your ship to top it all off, his plans for you are a cause for concern.

Warnings: SMUT MDNI, egg preg, alienxhuman sex, rough and mean Yunho, dead husband San, monster cock, tall ass Yunho

AU: Alien/Space

Genre: Smut

WC: 2.2k

Tags: For @potatomountain because I know you’ve been struggling lately, so I hope you can enjoy this with all your might. You deserve this. I love you, friend. This is longest I’ve written in so long..lol

Nets: @newworldnet

The rapid beeping of the ship was so overwhelming, the red lights were flashing in warning. The shaking was so powerful. If only you didn’t run into that asteroid belt earlier from running from a pirate space ship. With your crew still in cryogenic states, you could only handle this on your own.

You were the captain after all, the expert in the technology. Of course, you could’ve awoken your second in command but you didn’t want to bother them. The process was a painstaking one anyway.

The rattling was beginning to get annoying as you tried to do everything you could, “Dammit, come on!” You smacked the control panel, clearly getting frustrated.

There wasn’t another planet for several light years and that was so agitating. There was nowhere to stop to repair your ship. Even the hull was damaged, you were sure something fell off from the collision.

You were scared to death that your ship would explode and you’d never make it home. This expedition was supposed to save you from your dying planet to find a new one.

You reached down to kiss the photo necklace wrapped around your neck. It was of your dead husband, San. He was an astronaut explorer as well. But his ship was lost and he never made it back home. You could only assume he was dead. It’s been a year after all. So you took this mission upon yourself, in hopes of finding him or a new planet for your human population to live on. You wanted to make your husband proud.

“I’m so sorry, Sannie, I’ve failed us both and our planet.” A tear fell down your cheeks as your fist collided against the console in frustration.

A flash passed by your ship but you didn’t even notice, too busy focusing on your impending death.

The beep stopped abruptly which made you look around confused, “The hell..?”

A couple of chittering sounds caught your attention and you spun around, only to be met with an eight foot tall hunched over alien. He..if it was a he, was beautiful. With his tanned skin and green scales, he looked almost human. If it wasn’t for the scales and tentacles coming out of his back and his ridiculously long legs, you would’ve thought it was someone from your crew.

So, how’d it get in?

“What..what do you want?” You backed up into the console, clearly confused and scared.

Was he here to eat you? To steal from you? Just what-

His face softened up with a smile, “I’m not going to eat you, so you can stop thinking about it. I’m not going to steal from you either.”

“Then what is it you want? I don’t have anything else to offer.” You crossed your arms over your chest, still not sure of his intentions.

“Well, I have a proposition for you, human.” His long legs carried him over to you, from there you could see his beautiful green eyes and somehow handsome face.

You’d never seen an alien up close, of course, back on earth, there was always talk of extraterrestrials but never any appearing despite the very popular pop culture of alien invasions. Even with the planet dying, there was none.

“Well, I’ll fix your ship for you. But.”

“But?”

“Let me impregnate you with my eggs. It’s my species mating season and unfortunately for me. I’m away from my planet and you’re the only near species I can copulate with. I have to get these eggs out or it’s painful for me. I’m not about to waste them either.” His eyes scanned your body, clear with interest.

“If I agree, you will one hundred percent fix my ship?” You had to admit, he was far too attractive to deny his offer.

“Yes, and I don’t break my promises. I’m desperate and you’re definitely the perfect specimen.”

You shrugged your shoulders and slipped off your shirt, “Alright, I don’t see why not then.”

He grinned in relief, watching as your breasts bounced in their final confines, “Perfect.”

He walked even closer, grabbing you by the hips and lifting you with ease to set you on the ships console, “I will warn you, I’m nothing like the human men you can have intercourse with. I’m far bigger. I might just break you.”

You licked your lips in excitement, “I don’t mind, the bigger the better.” You joked, trying to ease the tension.

“You say that, until I’ve fucked you full with my children.” He grabbed the strings of his loin cloth and it fell to the floor.

Your eyes widened at the sheer size of his length, he wasn’t lying. This was the biggest cock you’ve seen, probably even the prettiest. It couldn’t even compare to your deceased husbands cock. Even though he was big for your species. But this alien, was massive.

He looked like measured to at least 10 inches, if not more. The girth was crazy as well. Green scales lined the thick and spined base. Just like some spots on his body.

“Um..wow…” you were in complete shock, unable to tear your eyes away, until you felt something thick and slimy pull your head back up to face him. It was one of his tentacles.

“My name is Yunho. That is what you will scream as I breed you, got it?” His voice became stern and it was so attractive, you could feel yourself becoming a waterfall below.

Yunho growled as his nose turned up to sniff the air, “I can smell you human, your cunt is excreting such a sweet scent. I must ravage you.”

You whimpered with his words, “Please, tear me apart. I want to feel you.”

“Be patient, human. You’ll get it.” His fingers wrapped around the hem of your pants and yanked them down, along with your soaked underwear. He threw them to the captain's chair behind him and groaned in the new exposure of your scent.

Yunho’s face dove to the source, his tongue licking up a stripe between your folds. Gathering your slick on his wet appendage. He moaned in the flavor, “Oh, human. You have no idea how I’m going to ruin you. You will search the galaxy for me after I’m done with you.” His teeth sunk into the plush of your inner thighs, “You will continue to search for the same feeling I’m going to give you. And only will I return to collect my kin.”

You could only whine in response, tugging onto his black hair.

“You are nothing but a breedable toy for me. Nothing more, nothing less, do you understand that?”

“Yes, yes!”

His tongue encircled your weeping hole and prodded at your walls, he was enjoying this far too much. Your human sounds were delightful to his ears.

“Yunho!” You cried out when he moved away from your cunt to your thigh once again, planting his teeth into the skin. You could only assume this was his way of marking his mate.

“What are you?” You whined as he pulled away.

“I will never tell you my species name. I will not let you find me until I need to find you. This is a one in a change opportunity, hush before I change my mind.” Yunho’s eyes flashed over, warning you with ill intent, “I will not hesitate to leave you and your ship stranded.” He was mean but you loved it.

He eventually lost interest in eating your cunt out and moved his tentacle to replace his tongue instead. It was slightly thinner than his massive cock, so it must be used to prep you.

As it slowly slid inside, Yunho had stood up, pulling your hips closer to his to the point his cock rested against your abdomen. It was so big that it reached the valley of your breasts. Just how was he going to fit without rearranging your organs?

He watched as his tentacle slowly sank in, he could barely feel how you pulled him in. However he could feel just how tight you were. That was going to be a problem. So maybe two tentacles would have to stretch you out for him.

He groaned in thought, he didn’t expect having to do so much work for a human cunt to fit him and his eggs.

“Come on, stop being so tight, human.” Yunho’s grip only tightened as his tentacle tried to slither in further.

Once that one was settled in, another snaked around from his back all the way to your occupied cunt. It pushed its way in, causing your mouth to fall open in a silent scream.

“That’s more like it.” Yunho’s large hand reached to cup your breast while he felt your cunt loosen around him, “Soon I’ll be able to breed you.”

“I don’t care, just fuck me, Yunho, please!”

Yunho shrugged, “If you insist.” His two tentacles began pumping in and out, the sloshing sounds of your cunts arousal and the excrement excreting from his tentacles didn’t help.

He held you tight to his chest because you could barely sit up straight with the way he was fucking into you. It was even his cock yet and he had you weak.

You weren’t used to being so packed. Just the two tentacles combined were bigger than your husband's cock when he used to make love to you.

“Stop thinking of that human man. I’m the one fucking you. Get him out of your head.” He growled in warning.

“I can’t just erase my husband’s memory!”

Since the image wasn’t disappearing from your head, Yunho bit between your shoulder and neck, “I won’t tell you again.”

“Fine!” You tried to focus on the way his tentacles fucked in unison only for them to pull out and get replaced by his monster size cock instead.

This time a scream fell out of your throat, he was so big. Far too big. You could feel him ripping you apart from the inside. Even the bulge in your stomach from him was painful, but felt too good at the same time.

His hips slammed against yours with each thrust. The console creaked in protest.

Yunho’s grip was so tight that it was nearly painful but you didn’t care, not when your senses were dulling from the way his cock buried itself deep within your wet cavern.

“Yunho!” You cried out. He was being very rough with you. He manhandled you all the way to captains chair, planting himself in the seat.

He made your legs straddle him. You didn’t know how you were going to ride him, not with how weak you felt, “Come on, human, you can do it.”

You whimpered as you sunk yourself back down, legs shaking in protest.

Yunho grinned as he watched you struggle to take him, “Don’t be pathetic, I know you can do it.”

Your hands gripped his shoulders as you repeatedly fucked yourself on him, “It hurts so good.”

His free hand squeezed the bulge each time it appeared on your stomach. He was making it worse but you assume he did this to get it over with. You were sure it wasn’t pleasant for him to fuck a human much smaller than his alien form.

As you reached your nth orgasm, tears were flowing down your cheeks, how hadn’t he cum yet? Why weren’t you filled yet?

“You’ll get it soon, be patient, human. You’re so eager to carry my children.” This had him smirking. He wanted to ruin you.

His hips thrusted up to match your pace and help you along, “Doing so well, little human.” His reached back to grip your hair and yank it backwards, exposing more neck to him.

Yunho marked your neck with more bites and bruises, marking his territory for any other aliens passing by or anyone that invades this ship while he’s gone, awaiting for his children’s birth.

Once his thrusted started slowing down, that’s when you knew he was near. His cock began enlarging and your eyes widened in shock, “Oh fuck, Yunho!”

He stopped your movements and waited as his eggs flowed out his cock and into your cunt, all the way to your womb, “That’s right..take it all. Like the good human mother you will be.” His hand rubbed your stomach as it began swelling with several of his eggs.

He was proud. Very proud and felt relieved. Yunho we finally free of his pain and relieved for the future of his bloodline.

“My perfect breedable toy.” Once his cock returned to normal size, he slowly pulled out, watching as you became breathless. Nearly doubling over.

“So full..” you whined, holding your stomach with such care.

“Good.” He stood up and rested you where he once sat, “I’m going to leave now. I’ll repair your ship on my way out. I’ll return in a few earth months. Your pregnancy won’t be as long as the normal human one.”

You looked ethereal but he wasn’t going to stick around, not when his use for you was over.

“Yunho..” Your breasts were in pain, already trying to accommodate the eggs inside of you.

“Don’t do anything to my eggs while I’m gone, or I’ll destroy everything.” Yunho’s eyes narrowed, making his way to the exit.

“I won’t..”

“Good. Farewell human, await my return.”

[billthedrake]

LINEAGE (PART EIGHTEEN)

I don't know when it went from a joke to real thing, but Keith was calling Junior "Step Dad" now.

"I can get him to stop," I told Junior one night after the brothers had gone to their room. It was just me and Brade and Junior in the den.

He laughed. "I kind of like it, Dad. It's cute."

I looked at Braden, who just grinned. "Just be glad Keith's not getting into trouble," my husband said.

"At least summer's a break," I said. I'd have to have a conversation with Evan about his grades, since like with Braden football and lifting was his preoccupation. And Keith did anything to emulate Evan.

"They go off to camp tomorrow," Braden said. "Two weeks with just us and the twins."

Junior grinned. "OK if I shack up with you guys a couple of nights?"

Braden patted my leg and leaned into my body. "You don't have to wait till tomorrow, Bill."

"Nice," Junior hissed. Then, quietly. "Fuck, I'm so hard."

Braden chuckled. "Pregnancy hormones?"

Junior nodded. "Yes. Damn, I had no idea. Is it always like this?"

"Pretty much," my husband said. "Just wait till you have triplets." Indeed, Braden's libido had spiked the last couple of weeks, just as I'd turned my sexual attention back to our marriage bed now that Junior was officially pregnant.

"I'll stick with just one, Daddy, thanks," Junior replied.

Braden was shirtless and his five-and-a-half month swell was really big now. I couldn't help but reach over and run my hand over his preg belly while Junior watched.

"God," Junior said. "Can I feel, Dads?"

I nodded and Brade did, too. Junior crossed the den and came over to feel up his Daddy's gut. "So firm."

"Three of your little brothers in there," Brade replied.

Junior leaned and kissed Braden's pregnant stomach. It was a tender and amazingly sexual thing to watch.

"How you feeling, Bill?" Braden asked as he looked down. "Morning sickness kick in?"

"No, Daddy," he said. "Keep waiting for it." He leaned back. "Doc has been feeling it pretty bad."

Junior had been getting closer to Fiedler. I didn't think it was a romantic situation, but Junior felt a responsibility to bond with the father of his son, and had felt bad he couldn't be closer with Tim Carson.

Junior didn't get up from his position in front of Brade but instead massaged my husband's strong furry legs before reaching higher to the waistband of Brade's old PT shorts.

"Can you keep watch, Dad?" he asked with a playful grin, already pulling Braden's shorts down.

"Buddy," I objected.

Braden laughed. "It's not like you haven't done the same thing, Dad."

His dick plopped out and grew hard. Junior didn't let the hardon completely fill out before taking his Daddy into his mouth.

I watched, I kept lookout, and I kissed Braden. It was hard to get in the rhythm and still feel comfortable the coast was clear. But I'll admit the angle was incredible, Brade's huge swell mostly hiding Junior's head as he sucked his pregnant daddy off. Leave it to Junior to introduce a new dynamic to our family love triangle.

"He making you feel good, Son?" I asked.

Braden nodded, dumbly. He was 41 now but I could still see the horny young man in him, back from when he was Junior age. Back when he'd come home from deployment ready for some Dad time.

"Dad," he gasped.

I leaned back and was about to undo my own shorts when I saw him.

Keith was at the edge of the doorway, not quite in, but clearly watching until he saw me notice him. He darted away.

"Fuck!" I cried and darted up.

"What?" Junior asked as he pulled off.

I think I heard Braden say something to our son, but I was already dashing out the door and up the steps.

Keith was at the top of them, waiting for me.

"Am I in trouble, Dad?" he asked. Genuinely nervous.

"Jesus, no," I said. "That's on us, Tough Guy. We got carried away."

He gave me a brave expression, like he knew the score. Maybe he did. Lord knows, I'd had several birds and bees conversations with him, and he already knew about me Junior. "That's cool... I didn't mean..."

I patted his shoulder. "I guess I'd say forget what you saw, but kind of hard to forget something like that, huh?"

At least Keith laughed. "Guess so.... so how often do you...?"

I knew what he meant. The threeway situation. "It's just a special occasion thing. You know how you look forward to doing stuff in the summer you don't normally get to do? Well, it's like that with your dads too, Tough Guy. And well..."

Keith looked at me with complete trust. "You can tell me, Dad."

"Your Daddy and I... your big brother too... the fact that they're pregnant kind of excites us, you know?"

Keith grinned. "That's way cool," he said. Keith didn't have the most varied vocabulary. "You know I didn't really see anything. I mean, enough, but..."

I ruffled his head. "Again, I'm sorry about that Tough Guy. We'll take it to the bedroom, OK?"

"OK, Dad."

I patted his back. "Off to bed. We got a big day tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

It killed the mood, though, and when I got back down I found Junior and Braden looking super concerned. I filled them in.

"The risky sex thing is hot," I said. "But let's keep it under wraps, fellas."

Braden felt even more chastised than Junior, but I kissed him before asking my sons if they'd like to try again up in the bedroom.

The mood was quieter now as we went to the master bedroom and stripped down. I could see Braden's eyes on Junior and had to agree that our eldest son was looking hot as fuck. He'd put on some gains lifting lately and had a tan from the last two weeks of his summer landscaping job. I almost didn't give him permission for manual labor, but Fiedler gave the OK through month 5, and Braden told me I was being overly concerned. "It's healthy, Dad," he said.

Junior saw our gaze and gave his cock a soft stroke. "How long before I start showing, Dads?" he asked. It was wild to see him go through the range of emotions of his first pregnancy. Fear, anticipation, and excitement in varying waves.

"A while," Braden replied. "You're only a month in, Son."

Junior laughed. "I think I thought it would like happen instantly, you know?" He stepped back up to my husband and felt up that big round swell again. "You look so fucking hot, Daddy."

I came to the other side of Brade and slid my hand next to Junior's, kissing alongside my eldest son's neck. "You got three healthy sons growing in there for me."

"Fuck!" Junior hissed. "My little brothers getting big and strong." He leaned in and kissed Braden. A softer kiss. Junior's kissing game was definitely getting better.

"You like that, Bill?" Brade asked quietly.

"Fuck yeah, Daddy. You and I making incest babies at the same time."

That unlocked a ferocity in Braden his kiss with Junior went harder and deeper. I reached over for some lube and wedged my hand between Braden's muscle buns. He's always been a stud but lately his influencer videos had given him the motivation for some real muscle perfection. I wiggled my finger along his pucker and heard him moan in excitement.

"You got your Daddy worked up, Junior," I said, watching my sons make out.

Junior pulled back, an adorable smile on his cute face. "Yeah, sir?" He turned to me. "Does the talk of incest babies turn you on, too, Dad?"

I stepped back to show off my boner. "Rock fuckin' hard, guys." I stepped to Junior and felt up his tight abs. "You got seven and a half glorious months of pregnancy ahead of you, Son."

"Hot," he whispered. And we kissed.

"Let's treat your daddy tonight, OK, kiddo?" I asked.

Junior nodded.

"What do you have in mind?" Brade asked.

I gestured to the bed. "Lie back," I smirked.

It was hot to see the way Braden's big body moved. All muscle with that huge gut sticking out nice and round. As he settled on the mattress, the stomach seemed like a big beach ball. Brade smiled at us and cupped that swell, showing off. "Preg hormones really kicking in, guys. Fuck."

I got in on one side of the bed, and Junior on the other. We didn't coordinate this, but it just felt naturally synchronized. Us kissing and caressing Braden's pregnant body and taking turns sucking his cock. The hottest may have been when Junior and I were both down at Braden's crotch, licking that dick at the same time.

"I think your Daddy is feeling good," I teased.

"Fuck yeah, he is, Dad."

"Wanna make him feel better, kiddo?"

Junior nodded.

"Help me lift his legs, Son."

It took a little more effort than normal but Junior stuffed a pillow beneath Brade's hips. I gave my husband a kiss. "You want a little father-son tag team, Brade?"

He looked at me with almost pleading excitement. "God yeah, Dad."

I kissed him while Junior started rimming him, then prepping the hole with lube.

I looked down and saw Junior between Brade's strong legs, excited as hell. "Feel good, Brade?" I asked.

My husband nodded.

"First time Junior's topping you while pregnant himself."

I saw Junior's dick jerk in excitement before he pushed it down to the right angle. He looked at Braden with some gentle concern. "Ready, Daddy?"

"Yes, Son," Braden hissed and I watched his body tremble at the penetration. He looked at me with wild excitement then back at Junior. "That dick is big, Son."

Junior grinned and slowly slid more into my husband. "You got this, Daddy. Dad's a little bigger than me."

"Barely," came Brade's reply. Then a sigh. "Fuck... that's nice."

Junior took advantage of Braden's inner relaxation to start fucking. Not hard, but a gentle rocking in and out.

"What it like getting fucked when you're that pregnant?" he asked.

"Incredible. Makes your prostate crazy. You're gonna find out," he added.

"Can't wait."

I got up from Braden's side and joined Junior. We kissed, deep and romantic, while Junior fucked and Braden watched. My hand ran up and down Junior's jock body, cupping his ass as he thrust in and out.

He moaned into my mouth before I pulled back. "Good?" I asked Junior softly.

"Fuck yeah, Dad. The best."

Braden was rock hard and his strong body bracing on the mattress as Junior rocked him harder. Not rough, but a real fuck.

"He's knocked up two men, Brade," I said. I knew which buttons to push.

"Fuck, Dad!"

"Didn't even plan it... our boy's just a natural." I looked back at Junior who was grinning proudly.

"You like that, Dads?"

"God, Bill," Braden hissed. "I want you to knock me up next... after I've had the triplets, I want you to fuck me son and put another... oh fuck oh FUCK!"

Already Braden was cumming, hands-free, spurting all over his big hairy belly.

Junior's wired were getting tripped too. "Shit, Daddy," he grunted and I watched his 18-year-old body jerk in hard orgasm, his face getting red from the intensity of it.

He slowly pulled back and out of Brade, and then not so slowly clung to me. "God, Dad. Fuck." His body was warm and sweaty and hard and his dick was still rigid against me.

We kissed.

"Fuck 'im Dad," Junior whispered.

I pulled back. Braden was still lying back, erect and watching us. "You good for seconds, Brade?"

He nodded. "God, Dad.... yeah I am."

I slicked up my dick and got into place. I was gentle, rocking slowly into Braden's very pregnant muscle body. Feeling Junior's seed on my cock was amazing.

Brade was turned on but had already cum and was in a different frame of mind. More focused on me. "You thinking it too, Dad, aren't you."

I nodded. "It always starts out as sex talk, but becomes real," I admitted.

"You know it's your call, Dad," he said.

I'm not sure if Junior knew what the conversation was about. It wasn't coded, but it wasn't direct either. Brade asking for permissions to carry Junior's kid.

We'd cross that bridge when we came to it. For now, I thrust more urgently and felt my orgasm hit.

I grunted and held still, locking eyes on Braden while I felt Junior's warm body press against me.

"Hot, Dad," he whispered in my ear, licking it softly and patting my ass like I had his.

****

We'd stayed up late, and morning came early. It was amazing to wake up between two naked sons, both pregnant with my future sons. I honestly don't think there's any bigger satisfaction for an incest dad. I took a second to rouse and just enjoy that knowledge and their presence near me. Finally, I turned to Junior and whispered. "Time to get up, kiddo."

Junior had a second job working the pro shop at the club, and I had to get ready for the drive with his brothers.

"Hmmm mmm," my son said and then stirred and slid out of bed. We let Brade sleep in.

I showered up first and when I got to the kitchen, Evan and Keith were already there, dressed and ready and eating breakfast. They never get up early and were clearly excited. Keith gave me a knowing look but didn't say anything.

"Give me fifteen?" I asked pouring myself some coffee and a bowl of cereal.

Evan was super excited and started talking about all the ex-pro players who'd be at the football camp.

I was washing the dishes when Junior came in.

"Excited for camp, guys?"

"Yeah Big Bro," Evan said, giving Junior a fist bump.

"You gonna miss us, Step Dad?" Keith asked, strangely sincere.

"Course, Tough Guy," Junior said, coming over and ruffling Keith's hair. Just like I'd done the night before. It was strange to see Junior pick up on his incipient Dad-ness. Brade often said I had a bond with him that was genetic as much as anything, and maybe he was right. Or maybe he just copied me, who knows.

"Don't work too hard," Evan said. "Hell if it was me..."

"Language!" I admonished.

Evan smirked but obeyed. "Heck... if it was me, I'd be enjoying my summer after high school graduation."

Junior shrugged. "You'll probably want a car. Or take a girl on dates. A lot easier with a job." He had a way with Evan that I didn't, because he was a big brother. Evan would listen to him.

"Probably yeah," Ev said. "I'm not in a rush though." He got up and turned to me. "Ready to hit the road, Dad?"

"You bet, Sport."

Junior gave his little brother a hug, "Have a great time, Ev." Then he bid goodbye to Keith as well. "Show em what you got, Tough Guy."

I gave Junior a peck of a kiss before taking leave. "Be back before you're off work. And remember the Newcombs are coming."

"Yep," Junior said, a twinkle in his eye. I'd filled him in on the close relationship Brade had with the other incest couple. They'd be staying with us for a few weeks while their house in Incest Acres got finished.

The drive was only two hours, but it gave some good bonding time with the boys. Evan picked out music he wanted to hear, while Keith bragged about his personal records in our home gym and how he hoped he's get stronger now that he'd started his growth spurt.

"Little Dude," Evan said, using his own pet name for Keith, "You're gonna smoke the competition in high school. You're getting an earlier start than the other guys."

"Yeah?" Keith said. It was interesting to see how he craved Evan's approval.

"Fuck yeah..." then he turned to me. "Sorry, Dad."

I shook my head. "I know you swear, guys. Just learn there's a time and place."

I could see Keith in the rear view mirror. And I knew what he was thinking. When it came to being a time and place for things, Dad should walk the walk, not just talk the talk.

I'd barely pulled up to the camp entrance before Keith and Ev bounded out of the SUV with their oversized duffle bags. I turned off the car and walked to the counselor with my sunglasses on. He looked like a typical ex-player, in his late 30s and super built. I did think with some satisfaction that Brade could give him a run for the money when it comes to a smoking hot body.

"Bill Drake," I greeted, shaking his big mitt of a hand. "Sorry for my boys... they're super excited to be here."

He laughed. "Enthusiasm goes a long way. I'm Mitch Fields. Wanna take a tour?"

I said I had to get back, but had about a half hour to walk around the grounds. I met a couple of the marquis ex-players and a couple of the football dads. As I was walking down an empty hallway toward the side entrance, there was one dad giving his tall beefy linebacker looking son a long hug in the hallway, patting his back and whispering in his ear. "Just two weeks, fella," I finally heard as they parted.

"Yeah, Dad." The jock was older than Evan, more an advanced high school age and the big body to go with it. The oversized T-shirt draped over that football beef, but what caught my attention was a shank of jock dick hard in his mesh shorts.

I pretended I didn't see and walked on by. But I waited outside at the entrance for the father. He had passed on some of those genetics to his son. Tall, beefy, a little beer belly to his construction company T shirt, and a haircut that might have started as a buzzcut but now was an even half inch.

"Hey," I greeted. Pretending I was just checking my phone.

"Hey," he said softly.

I had to play this cool. "Hard to see em go for a couple of weeks, huh?" I said in my dad joke kind of tone. "I mean you want them out of your hair until they're not."

His face lit up. For a gruff, masculine guy he had a strangely soft emotional side.

"First time Jason's away, actually."

I took the initiative to pat his arms in a bro kind of way. "It'll be fine. Good for the kid," I assured him.

He nodded then asked. "What about yours?"

"Got two here. Keith and Evan. They're both eager to be here, but I'll miss 'em for sure." I paused. "Helps that their older brother is at home."

That made the man smile. "He not into ball?"

I shook my head. "Golf's his game. Besides he just graduated high school."

"Congrats," Construction Daddy said.

We were dancing around the subject. We'd probably have to dance some more. "Looking forward to this summer. Junior and I having the chance to get closer."

Daddy blushed. "You close to your boys, too?"

I nodded. "With Junior at least. So proud of the guy, you know," I said. Then added, "So much love."

I could see the man gulp. "Yeah." He was guarded and I understood why.

"I'm not trying to bait you or anything, man, just felt you were a kindred soul." I paused. "My name's Bill."

"Steve," he said, shaking my hand. "OK if we stick to first names?" Still cautious.

"Works for me," I said. "If it's not too forward to say, Steve, I can tell you're a great Dad."

"Thanks," he said, warming up to me. "I do my best."

"All a father can do," I said philosophically.

He paused and looked around before looking at me. "I'm gonna miss him."

"That close, huh?" I asked. Sympathetic.

"That close, Bill." He shrugged his shoulders nervously. He wasn't as tall as me but his beefy bulk made him look tall somehow. "Listen... any chance we could go somewhere and talk?"

"Sure," I said. "Somewhere private?"

He nodded.

I pulled out my phone and found a public park nearby. It would have to do. "Meet here?" I showed him the address.

He got into his truck and followed me. Ten minutes later we were pulling into a parking lot. He got out and I rolled down my window. "Want to get in, bud?"

He did.

"I can't believe this," he hissed as he broke into a laugh and looked at me. "Last thing I expected today."

I nodded. "When I saw you and your boy I had a sixth sense. You were like me."

He paused. Hesitation coming back behind his smile. "How close are you and... Junior?" he remembered the name.

"Boyfriends," I said.

"Fuck. For real?" Construction Daddy had hit the jackpot. As had I.

"For real. And everything that goes with that."

He seemed to think it over. "Jase and I have never used that word, but for all intents and purposes..."

"All the way with your son?" I asked.

He nodded. "All the way... I can't believe I'm telling you this, but I've been dying to scream it out to the world." He stopped.

"Go ahead."

"Last night, I took his cherry. He was coming here for two weeks and he asked me to do it before he came. So I did."

"Pretty fucking magical right?"

"You fuck your boy?"

I nodded. "And his daddy too." I explained, "Junior's an incest kid, conceived him with my son. My oldest son Braden's my husband.""

"Fuck o fuck," he reached down and pawed his jeans. "I know we just met, Bill.. but any chance I could jerk off?"

"Lube's in the glove department." I said. "I may join you." This was a first for me. I hoped I wasn't crossing any lines when it came to my own relationships, but I felt pretty sure Brade and Junior would understand, to say the least.

Steve unzipped. His dick was thick like the rest of him. I pulled down my shorts and lubed up too.

"You got a big one," he observed. "Your sons like it?""

"They love it," I boasted, "It made them." I worked my hand up and down and watched him do the same thing.

"God. That's what Jase is always saying when he sees my pecker."

"That you fucked him into existence?"

"Goddamn, yes." Steve was outright stroking now. "I fucked my own son into existence." He stroked more fervently, locking eyes with me.

"So hot, right? Being with your own son?" I enjoyed being verbal, but it was more than that. I enjoyed showing Steve how hot it was to say this out loud.

He nodded. "Last night... fuck... I thought it would hurt him... but the minute I pushed into him, Jase went wild. Totally fucking wild for my dick."

"The power of incest," I said.

"Are your sons like that?"

"Yeah, man," I replied. "Brade especially. Total fuckin' Daddy's boy." I stroked to match his, only taking a quick glance to make sure we were alone in this parking area. "Even at 41. Taking his dad's cock."

"Shit," the Construction Daddy hissed. "I hope I'm still intimate with Jase when he's 41."

"You will be, bud," I said. Then, "Can I tell you something?"

He looked at me, blue eyes vulnerable as hell. "Sure, Bill."

"Your Jase is an even bigger Daddy's boy than my Brade is."

"Oh FUCK!" he gasped. His wrist working his bone.

"You like that?"

"Damn straight."

"Born to be close with his father. To be sexual with his father..."

"...yeah?" Steve's hand was stroking faster.

"And if you asked, Steve... he'd be psyched if you proposed to him."

That did it, the beefy man grunted and his face grew red. His cum didn't shoot far, but instead dribbled over his fingers.

"Umfff..." he gasped as he big burly body heaved.

I shot, too, watching him and getting turned on by how excited he was. As I came to I gave him a smile. "There's napkins in the glove compartment. Get me a couple too will ya?"

"Yeah," he said.

We wiped off and tucked back in.

"All right... I should go." He didn't quite dart from the front seat, like I have expected.

"Can I show you some pics before you go?" I asked.

"What kind of pics?" His tone was intrigued but cautious.

"G rated," I said. "But I figured I saw your Jason, you could see what my Braden and Bill Jr look like."

He grinned. Sure thing.

I pulled up some of my favorite recent photos I kept on my phone.

"Good looking men, Bill," he said, blue eyes flitting up at me. "At first I thought you were bullshitting me."

"No bullshit," I said. "If you and Jason ever wanna come visit, you have an open invitation." I already imagine those guys joining in a group scene.

He pulled back into his side. "Not sure about that."

"Let me give you my number, at least... if you ever want to talk."

This big man seemed strangely excited and shy at the same time. "I'd like that."

I gave him my number which he typed into his phone, which he slid into his pocket. He then gave me one intense look. "Thanks, Bill... I can't wait to tell Jason."

"I can't wait to tell Braden and Junior," I said.

He opened the door and got out, shutting it behind him before strutting back to his truck.

****

The drive back seemed to go quickly. I was pleased to see a car already in the driveway. The Newcombs had arrived. Junior wasn't back from the club yet but Braden was talking to the guys while the twins played there in the den with him.

"Bill!" Doug beamed as he got up and came to meet me in a bear hug and a quick kiss. "You son of a gun... it's been too long."

"It has," I said, pulling back and taking in how fucking handsome Doug Newcomb was. Just this side of 50 and looking movie star handsome. I patted his shoulder and looked past him. There was his son, Eric Newcomb, all graduated from college and ready for his new life in this subdivision.

"Hey Mr. Drake," he said, his voice deeper than I remembered.

But that wasn't the only thing that had changed. Eric Newcomb, ex football jock, was now very visibly pregnant.

"I wanted to tell you guys in person," Doug boasted. "But you Drake men inspired us. No looking back now, huh, Son," he said, placing his arm over Eric's meaty shoulder.

"Nah, Dad. It's totally for real now."

Doug turned to Braden. "And look here... triplets.. I mean, yeah you told me, but you look incredible Braden."

"Thanks, Doug."

Doug patted his stomach's belly through the Cornhuskers T-shirt which stretched over it. "OK if Eric and I have one-on-one time tonight? I wanna celebrate our new life here..."

"Have all the privacy you want, gentlemen," I said. "I can show you to your room... plenty of space in the house."

Eric laughed. "Room to grow the family, right, Mr. Drake?"

“Understatement guys,” Braden laughed, patting his belly.

[cowboy2468]

It has been debating for years of who is Jack’s real Father. But there has not been no debate on Jack’s real Mother. Which I think is a waste because Jack, especially adult Jack in RDR1 looks like a cross between John and Javier. I think that Jack’s real Mother is Javier and his Father is John. There is supernatural elements in RDR so it makes sense if m-preg is cannon.