#who am i that You would be mindful of me and my little sore belly

[7loveneverfails]

Oh yeah, I have had so many different pain this pregnancy and have worked through all of them but the last one, the ab pain from the stretching and coughing when I was sick, I was sure I was just stuck with but prayed about it anyway.

It's getting better. 😊

God is so good.

[heartysworld]

Hope || Azriel × Fem!Reader

A/N: I decided to start posting some of my old ACOTAR fics here since I'm feeling nostalgic. Keep in mind that it's been 2 years since I wrote these, so they might be a bit shabby. I'll try and find time to edit them as best as possible, bit for now enjoy these rough drafts.

Also, tell me if you prefer them in 1st or 2nd POV!

W.C:1.6k

Warnings: childbirth

My entire body was hurting,ankles swollen,back sore and constant headaches. I couldn’t complain thought. That was the price you have to pay in order to create a new life inside of you.

Azriel and I couldn’t be happier when we found out. Both of us suffered a terrible childhood,and having a loving and stable family was one of the things we dreamed of the most.

Fae children are rare,that’s why when we found out we were expecting we cried and laughed together for hours.

Right now I was in the kitchen,preparing a cake for when Az returned from a month long mission. He left when I was in the seventh month and I have grown a lot since then. It was my birthday today too,so thr only thing I wished for was a big hug from my mate,and for us to have a nice,peaceful evening.

Evevrything was finally finished and so I waited and waited for my husband to return,only to go to bed alone that night with a heavy heart and a tear-stained face. He never came home. I was worried,he would have called out for me through our bond if something important held him,but I had no news from him.

Time skip

The next morning I was awoken from the sound of the front door opening and closing. It was Az, I could feel him. With a heavy sigh I got up,putting all my energy in as my baby bump was quite the big obstacle for me.

Paddling down the stairs I went in the kitchen where the noise was coming from. There stood my husband ,a smile on his face as he looked through the cabinets for something to eat.

‘’You’re finally back !’’- I exclaimed as I gave him a big hug as much as my belly let me.

"I am back, my love. Back to my family. How's our little princess been? She's grown I can tell." - he asked,loving tone in his voice as he put his hands on my lower stomach as our baby kicked.

"Both of us missed you dearly. Seems like she can sense her father is back too." - I smiled, giving him a small kiss.

"I expected you last night, Az. You had me worried. What happened that kept you for so long?" - I asked.

"Elained asked if I could visit her, when it was time to leave  it was already late so she offered me to sleep over and come back in the morning." - he explained, a smile still on his face.

My face faltered.

"You... You went to see Elain?" - I asked again, needing to hear that sentence one more time.

"Yeah, that's what I said." - he replied.

In this moment nothing but fury resided in my body. He left me alone on my birthday to go meet with another woman!

"You left me here alone last night so you can go see Elain!" - I shouted, making Azriel jump.

"Hey, calm down. I don't see a problem, love. I'm here now am I not." - he replied, trying to take my hands in his, but I shoved him away.

"Why are you mad Y/N. Elain is my friend, I have the right to see her." - he said.

"And I'm your wife! The woman pregnant with your child! And instead of coming home to us you went to another woman!" - I screamed now.

"You being my wife doesn't mean I can't visit my friends, Y/N. If you're jealous just say it. Don't act like a child." - he raised his voice.

"I have nothing against you meeting your friends, but not friends who you have a romantic past with. Ever since I got pregnant you have been away more time than you've been home. I'm staring to feel like you're not ready to become a father. In case you've forgotten it was my birthday yesterday. That's why I expected you to come back-you promised. "-I said, my voice was starting to crack as my hormones took their turns.

" Y/N... "-started Az. His voice was laced with pain and regred.

" There's food in the bottom left cabinet if you're hungry. I'm going to bed. You can do whatever you want, go give the cake to Elain if you wish. I don't care." - I murmured as I waddled up the stairs as tears started going down my cheeks.

A few minutes later I heard the front door open and close, indicating that Azriel left. He actually left. That was the last straw as more tears appeared and I crumbled down on our bed, crying.

As if once again being able to feel my pain, my baby started kicking energetically.

"Calm down, my love. Daddy loves you. I hope he will never abandon us, or at least he will never abandon you."-I said quietly as I patted my belly.

I have fallen asleep when I was awoken late at night by a sharp pain in my lower stomach.

Fear filled me as I got up from the bed and headed towards the bathroom.

I took off my underwear only to see a big spot of blood on it and more streaming down my legs.

"Azriel... Azriel please if you can hear me, something's wrong with our baby, there is so much blood. I'm scared. Please come back!"-I sent down for him as I came back to the ned holding my stomach as I cried.

There was no one else I could call for. The only thing I had for communication was my bond with Azriel, and he was Gods know where.

" Please baby, don't leave us so soon. We waited for you for centuries. Don't do this to us." - I cried more as I layed in our bed, pain shedding me into pieces.

I dont know how much time passed, I was barely keeping myself conscious, my breaths slow and shallow. It was then when I felt someone's presence in the room and someone else coming to my side.

"Y/N... hey look at me, love. I'm sorry it took so long to get here, I'm sorry. I brought Madja with me, everything will be alright. Please just hold on." - he said as he caressed my cheek with his rough hand.

"Azriel..." I barely got it out of me "Save our baby, if I don't make it-tell her about me..." I breathed out. "Let her know her mother loved her.... endlessly." - I finished, I was starting to see dark spots when I heard Madja speak.

"The baby's wing tore a part of the inside tissue, that's where the bleeding's from. Aside from that, it is too early for it to be born. The chances of survival are low,but I'm going to give my best." - she said as she got to work.

"Azriel."-I loomed into his beautiful eyes once again. "I'm sorry for screaming at you.... I love you. So much." - I said as I put my hand on his cheek.

"Stay with me,love. It's all my fault. I should've came back as soon as I could, and I shouldn't have left you in the morning. Stay with me, ans we'll see our beautiful girl very soon. You hear me?" - he said as he shook me so I could stay conscious.

Time skip

Hours went as I layed on the same spot in our bed as I pushed and pushed. Madja gave me some kind of tonic to keep me awake and make the pain bareable.

The rest of our friends winnowed in soon after Azriel arrived. Feyre was at my side, guiding me through the process. Azriel went out of the room after lots of convincing from me. He needed a break from the awful scene before him.

I have no idea how much longer it went before I heard a small cry echo in the room as I felt instant relief. My body healed itself hours ago, but our baby was still very small and hard to take out.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as they put her against my chest. She was so small, smaller than normal, but she was here and she was alive.

Both of us fell asleep before seeing Azriel, I was too tired to keep my eyes open, much rest was needed.

I don't know for how long I slept but when I woke up I was greeted by the beautiful sight of my husband holding our daughter, whispering sweet nothing to her as he showered her with kisses.

"Azriel." - I said as his head snapped in my direction. He slowly came to my side, nestling the small child in my hands.

"I am so sorry for what happened yesterday Y/N. I want you to know that I love you much. I never intended to hurt you. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me." - he said, giving my forehead a kiss.

"I'm sorry too, Az. I was tired and on edge. And when you told me where you went I lost it. I hope you can forgive me too." - I said, offering a small smile.

"So... have you thought of any names?" - he asked, looking at our daughter once again.

"Hope, I want to name her Hope. Because she's what will give us power and will to keep going. For her." - I said.

"So Hope be it." - he said as he kissed me again.

We spent the rest of the day enjoying our new addition to our family and thinking about tje bright future that waited for us.

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[sunnasweet]

Anna and The Auction 3

Anna is purchased by an alien tentacle lord.

Warnings : Noncon/Reluctance

F!human x M!alien

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 4

“Sold, to the zionoid!”  

I look hazily at the male?--it’s hard to tell with Zionoids, they’re all blubber and tentacle—who purchased me and I feel a dread coil in my belly. He slithers forward and I struggle against my cuffs. I need to get out. 

The Zionoid approaches me, his tentacles wrapping around my waist. Carressing and exploring my skin, I shiver and squirm, trying to pull away but am forced to feel his slimy touch. The auctioneer comes behind me and unchains my cuffs from the mount. 

With multiple tentacles, I’m lifted from the mount and taken away off stage by the Zionoid. He? Doesn’t speak. Not until we’re away from the auction area. 

He clears his throat, “I am Lord Gorth, you will address me as master.” 

I look at Lord Gorth in disgust and don’t say anything. Mostly because I’m gagged. 

Gorth pulls me forward by the waist and walks me through the bazaar which is another humiliating experience considering I’m naked. Although, it’s a little less crowded than efore given the late hour, which is better than my first time around being walked through here. Still, I get a few creepy stares. 

I’m absolutely exhausted. 

After being hogtied, fingered, and then tortured on a giant vibrator all I want to do is rest and maybe Lord Gorth can see that because when he leads me into his ship—which is a lot nicer on the inside than the space pirate’s ship—he takes me into a bedroom. The sight has tears welling in my eyes, but I push them back. I am not going to cry in front of this asshole. 

It’s not anything special really. It’s a pretty basic room it has a bed, closet and a door that likely leads to a bathroom. But what interests me most is the bed. 

I graze my hand over the comforter and press my hand down into the plush mattress. 

“You will rest here pet.” 

I tense when Lord Gorth’s hands slip over my shoulders. I half expect him to jump me but instead he sits me down on the bed and takes off my ball gag and cuffs—I rub my unmarred but sweaty wrists, swipe the spit off my mouth. 

Lord Gorth stares at me for a long moment which I only know because he’s facing me. His eyes are completely black, even the areas that would normally be white—at least for a human. 

“Rest now pet, we have much to discuss in the morning.” He says, then, slithers out of the room, the door slides closed—locking. 

I immediately collapse onto the bed and my tears fall. I curl into a ball, sobbing against the soft mattress and take a pillow into my arms. I’m wet and sweaty and all around feel dirty, demeaned and degraded. 

For the first time today, I can actually think. The one thing going through my mind? I need to get out of here. 

I don’t know where we’re going, assuming we’re leaving Neo Nebula at all. Gorth says he’s a lord so I can’t imagine he lives in a shithole station but I don’t know. 

I don’t know anything. 

Just hours ago I was a normal citizen. 

Now, I’m a slave... 

~ 

When I wake the next morning, I’m stiff.  

Everything is sore, especially between my legs. When I look between them, I see my pussy is slightly swollen and my inner thighs are chafed. 

I stand up wobbly, looking around the bedroom. It’s pretty sparse but that’s to be expected, I guess. I don’t really know what will be expected of me. I mean. I can assume but thinking about that just makes me weepy and I’m not like those other girls back in the cages. I have to be strong. I have to get away from here. 

I didn’t get much sleep last night, I was too busy thinking. Planning. 

I’ve decided that I’m not going to just be pushed around by Gorth. If anything, I’m going to be the worst slave ever. I’m not going to let him degrade me like I was yesterday. I’m not going to just spread my legs and take it. 

If he wants to take me, he’s going to have to do it by force. 

That’s what’s on my mind when I hear the door to my room open. I turn around and freeze. It’s Lord Gorth. I look him up and down, last night I didn’t really get a good look at him but there’s not much to look at if I’m being honest. 

He looks just like every other Zionoid I’ve ever seen. Which is to say, I can’t tell them apart visually unless they’re from different sub-species. 

Gorth’s a mixture of blues. He has dark blue skin and light blue tiger stripe patterning. His suckers are white, and they make me cringe just looking at them. I remember the way they puckered against my skin. 

He’s got a big upper body, wide shoulders and a flubby belly, his “arms” are multiple tentacles, thinner than the ones protruding from his lower hips but still far wider than my own arms. His face is humanoid but smoother—nose nearly flat. He’s hairless and nude. Not that I can tell which tentacle is his cock.  

“Good rising pet.” he says, low and raspy. 

I look at him with a glare, crossing my arms and standing up. “I want you to take me home.” I demand. 

Lord Gorth raises a browbone, “Excuse me?” 

“I said. I want you to take me home.” 

Gorth chuckles, “Dear pet, do you not understand what happened yesterday? You were purchased. You are now mine.” 

I shake my head, “I won’t bend to your will. I’m not some animal.” 

Gorth hums, “Oh but little one you are, you’re my animal now. Mine to do with as I please.” he slithers closer to me. “And I will do what I want with you. If you try to refuse, you won’t like what happens.” 

I glare at him, “You’re not going to do shit.” I look around the room, maybe for something I can toss at him but there’s really nothing in here that I can throw or use to stab with. “If you come near me, I’ll bite your fucking face off.” 

“Oh?” He looks intrigued by that, “Perhaps I should not have taken off your mouth piece after all.” 

Closer and closer Gorth approaches and I won’t lie, I’m intimidated, but I try not to let my fear show as I puff up my chest and stare him straight in the eye. 

“I want you to return me back to my station.” I demand once more. 

“No.” 

I growl. 

Okay. So. This isn’t going to be easy. 

Gorth backs me up against the wall and says, “I don’t think you understand your circumstances pet. You are trapped here. I am a lord, I have armed guards with me everywhere I go. If you try to escape they will just catch you and if somehow you managed to get past them, I hardly doubt you can steer a ship.” I grit my teeth. He’s right. I don’t know how to steer a ship. Back home, I was just a cashier. 

I wonder if I had a more meaningful job if people would notice I’m missing. I doubt anyone even realizes I’m gone. It’s only been a day. 

“What are you going to do with me?” I ask instead. 

His tentacles stroke up my calf and I try to kick it away, but another wraps around my ankle and squeezes, keeping my one leg in place. 

“You’re going to be my pet, pet. I’m going to take good care of you as long as you’re a good girl. I’ll feed you when your hungry and dress you up in pretty collars. You’ll want for nothing.” he purrs, “and all I want in exchange is that sweet human pussy.” 

I flinch at his vulger words. 

He straightens his form, towering over me. “I only have two rules pet, if you follow those I can promise you a life of luxury.” he says as if he’s doing me such a good service and not trying to make me his sex slave. “One, you will always call me master and two, you will obey my every command without question.” 

“Fuck you.” i say. 

“Yes I intend to pet.” he retorts and I move to slap his face but he catches my wrist and pins me against the wall. I gasp. “Perhaps right now...” 

I stand there, pinned against the wall seething in anger. Just a few minutes ago I had been so brave, so hopeful of getting out of here but as I struggle against Gorth’s tentacles I realize just how strong he is. I try to kick at him with my other leg but he just pins that down too. 

“Get off.” I say angrily. I can feel those same tears from last night welling in my eyes but I won’t let them fall. I won’t. 

“No I don’t think I will.” 

“Rapist.” I spit. 

“I assure you pet, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me for more.” he says seductively. His tentacles gliding all over my body, his suckers suck at my legs, inner thighs and pussy lips. I squirm in his grasp but he doesn’t seem to care, in fact it seems to entice him to touch me more... 

One tentacle slips up to my face, tracing my cheeks, nose, and jaw, then prods at my mouth, trying to squirm its way inside.

“Let me in.” Gorth purr, “Let me in.”

 I do. Then. I bite his tentacle.

Gorth hisses, his face enraged and suddenly his tentacles wrap around my waist and then he’s dragging me to the bed as I thrash.

“You dare harm me?” He says angrily.

“Get off!” I scream as I stumble while he drags me. “Let me go!”

He throws me onto the bed, face first and tackles me so I’m on my belly. 

That same tentacle I bit charges into my mouth and this time when I bite down, he doesn’t remove it. I bite down harder but he just growls in my ear and pushes further down into my throat, I gag and he chuckles. 

“You will learn who to obey.” he grits. “You will learn that you will never escape me and that you will become my personal fucktoy.” 

“Fufh youg!” I groan. 

Tentacles slide between my swollen pussy lips and my hips shift. Another tentacle prods at my asshole and my eyes widen. 

“Stoph!” No. This can’t happen again. This can’t be happening again.

I struggle against the bed but he holds me down, and his tentacles continue to rub against my labia, sticky slobber-like liquid lubricates me and I cry out when he pokes into my hole. 

“NoAh!”

Writhing against his tentacles, I can’t do anything as he penetrates me. His suckers, which make my eyes roll back, pulse against my inner walls. My pussy clenches against my will, swallowing the alien’s tentacle further in. 

“That’s it.” He growls, “Submit, pet.” 

“No!” 

He surges inside me, thrusting in and out, his hips slap against my ass and a tentacle wraps around my neck. Strangling me. I gag against the limb in my mouth and my eyes water. No, no, no. 

All his tentacles seem to wrap around me, lifting me up from the bed and squashing me to Gorth’s chest. His sticky warmth completely envelopes me.

I scream when suddenly one of his suckers clasps to my clit. He groans. 

“There it is.” he moans in my ear, “You taste amazing my pet.”  

My thighs tense and I wriggle in his hold. I close my eyes tightly. It feels good. Fucking creator it feels amazing and I hate it. 

As I struggle in Gorth’s hold he continues to assault my body. Suckers kissing all over my skin and clit, tentacles writhing around me and plunging in and out of my ass, mouth, and pussy in tandem. I get no reprieve. I am forced to feel him everywhere. He invades my body. 

The sticky fluid that seeps from his suckers tastes bitter against my tongue but it’s like the consistency of honey. 

“Submit.” He demands. “Release.” 

I shake my head, even though I can feel my thighs begin to quiver, my belly heating and core spasming. 

Deeper and deeper he invades me. I scream in anger and ecstasy. 

I feel him at my cervix, the tip of his tentacle tickling it as the girth of him thrusts in and out of my pussy. I sob against the tentacle in my mouth. It feels too good. I feel weird. Like I'm going to piss myself. 

“Submit” he demands again. Faster he thrusts, scrubbing my insides. 

“Aaghn!” I scream...closer and closer I get. 

But it feels wrong, and I’m scared. 

“Mmm pet your pussy convulses around me so beautifully!” he hisses, wriggling inside me.  

“Stoph! StopH!” I gag. It’s coming, I can feel myself cresting but the pressure in my abdomen is so severe I’m terrified for what’s coming. 

“Submit” 

It rises. 

“You are at my mercy.” 

His suckers suckle my clit and I wail. Please. Anything but this. If I cum I know it will change everything. 

I don’t want this. I don’t, I don’t, I don’t. 

The pressure squeezes my core.

I writhe beneath him, my pussy contracting–then, I explode.

I shriek in both pleasure and fear as I feel a gush between my thighs. Gorth moans loudly, his tentacles expanding which prolongs my orgasm and I yell hoarsely. Wetness squirts from my pussy. It drips down my thighs and legs and all over the bed. I lay exhausted, tears trailing down my cheeks.

“That’s it little pet. You did so well.” he croons, and his tentacles seem to constrict against me.  “You’re mine now.”

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[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Beloved of my Dreams

pairing: Fanon!Helaena Targaryen x Male OC

summary: Helaena feels insecure and who better than her uncle/husband to comfort her

Word count: 1,9K

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Insecurity, Sad Helaena, Childbirth

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

Rhaegal flipped yet another page basking in the silence that filled the room, it was just after supper and as usual he was in his solar reading through a book. He usually suppered with his wife but she decided to eat with her mother so he suppered alone, he did not mind at all of course.

He looked up when the door to his solar was pushed open. A grin grew on his face at the sight of a very pregnant Helaena step in. He abandoned his book on a table nearby before making his way over to her.

"I almost grew with worry, my love" Rhaegal leaned down to place a kiss on Helaena's forehead. She gave him a weak smile unlike her usual bright smile.

"Are you alright Helaena? Is the baby giving you a hard time?" He questioned fingers unconsciously sliding down to her belly feeling his child kick against his hand. Helaena debated telling him but chose to keep her worries to herself and smiled lightly.

"I am alright and so is he, I just feel tired" She answered. She pulled away from him and made her way to the bed. Rhaegal grew even more worried like this, she always tells him what happened with her and what her mother and her spoke of.

"Hel, you know you can always speak with me, right?" Rhaegal followed after her. She did not look at him and kept herself busy with the laces of her dress huffing annoyed when her fingers would slip. Rhaegal walked over and pushed her hands away to undo the laces himself.

Her hands now moved to her belly with a frown. She massaged the sore skin praying silently for her son to be born safely. She had seen it in a dream, a healthy son was going to be born and she could not wait for her to hold him in her arms but right now she just wanted him to stop his kicking.

"Hel?" Rhaegal leaned his forehead down to rest his chin on her shoulder. She closed her eyes leaning against him, she could not help it, she loved him. He has always been very nice to her and showered her with gifts meaningful to her, no jewellery unless it looked like an insect or books all about small creatures she liked and did not know from all around the realms. Once he traveled the Dorne on business and returned with a whole carriage filled with insects she has never seen before except in the book he gave her when he returned from his travels.

She was so happy she dared kissing him even though they were still not married back then. Now as a married couple she felt much more comfortable with him and she was thankful because if she were to marry Aegon she doubted she would have been able to trust his as she did her nuncle.

She gasped a little when Rhaegal's arms circled her belly and he lifted a little taking some of the weight off her feet. She whined relived leaning even more into him. She felt light on her feet again and even if it were for a couple of minutes she was thankful.

"Share your burdens with me" Rhaegal whispered in her ear. Helaena shook her head not wanting to remember the conversation she had with her mother earlier. She wanted the peace to last.

"I just want you to hold me" Rhaegal did not hesitate to move her to the bed and joining her still in his day clothes. Helaena felt tears rise in her eyes as she cuddled into his chest.

"Shh my sweet Helaena" He shushed running his fingers through her platinum locks. She wanted to stay in the safety of his embrace forever.

"Do you find me weird?" She questioned. She was unable to look up at him and see his reaction. Rhaegal was not expecting this question his mind took more towards insecurities over her appearance like Daemon once mentioned about Rhaenyra, when pregnant they can become insecure about their weight and such but he did not think she would question him about her personality.

"Come again, Love?" He pulled away a little to look down at her face but she refused to meet his eyes still. A tear rolled down her rosy cheek but he wiped it hating the sight of his beautiful wife in distress.

"Mother told me that I am too weird and if I keep being so you will leave me" She whimpered. Rhaegal sat up not letting go of Helaena for a second. How dare Alicent say such a thing to an angel like Halaena? He wanted to throw the queen from the highest tower in the Keep or drive his sword straight into her heart just like it felt to his own at the words leaving Helaena's lips.

"I do not think you weird" Rhaegal denied. She looked up at him with her lower lip quivering still.

"Do not lie to me" She urged. Rhaegal leaned down to kiss her lips sweetly.

"Do you think I would have asked for you hand if I thought you weird? I knew your father betrothed you to Aegon and still went to him and I was ready to beg him for you if he were to refuse. Do you think I would have done so if I thought you were to be weird?" He pushed her hair back so he could see her full face. She sobbed a little and hugged him tightly burying her face into his chest. Rhaegal felt his break at the sound of her sobs.

"No but still I am weird, I see weird dreams and visions. I say weird things and I like insects" she cried. Rhaegal tightened his hols around her frame wanting noting but to take all that sorrow away from her and throw at Alicent and see how she would react if he called her power hungry and revealed that he knew she was planning to put Aegon on the throne instead of Rhaenyra after Viserys passes.

"You are not weird" Rhaegal pulled away from her. He placed his palms on her cheeks looking her straight in the eyes.

"You are special. You see the future, a dreamer and I am lucky to have you as my wife. If you were not so you would not have known we are going to have a son" He spoke as if he was trying to drill those thoughts into her mind. She smiled a little at the mention of their child.

"So wipe those tears and forget all your mother has said to you, she does not matter nor do her words" Rhaegal kissed her on the lips missing the sweet taste of her lips. She hugged him tightly when they pulled away from each other. He helped her off the bed so she can wash her face.

"You are the beloved of my dreams Helaena and it physically pains me to see you so sad" Rhaegal surprised even himself with his words. He was not much of a silver tongue, yes he knew how to say sweet words and to comfort women but he was not much of a romantic.

"Really?" She felt guilty now. She caused him pain. She hugged him around the waist and rested her head on his beating heart with difficulty.

"I apologise, Kepus" Her words muffled by his shirt. He kissed the crown of her head.

"Nothing for you to apologise about, dear niece, it is your mother who should beg for your forgiveness" Helaena was shocked a little. She eyed Silverlight on the sofa a couple of feet away, she knew he would not hesitate to use it for her, yes she was insecure about her weirdness but she knew he would defend her with violence if it came to it, he has done so before. He once cut a guard when he called her crazy and almost killed him if it were not for Criston Cole and some other guards who had pulled him away from the poor bloody guard.

"She means well" Helaena dismissed his words. Rhaegal rolled his eyes at her words, the Hightowers never mean good.

"Aaa" She winced when she felt a sharp pain in her belly come so sudden and go so sudden.

"Are you okay?" Rhaegal panicked moving a step away from her thinking he held her too close and caused her pain.

"Nothing, just a cramp" She shook his worry off. She rubbed her belly to sooth the pain away. She was due any day and the master told her not to worry unless they were too frequent and close to one another.

"How about we return to bed and sleep those nonsense thoughts away, hmm?" Rhaegal wrapped an arm around her waist to help her walk now even more worried even though she assured him she was fine.

"Will you read to me?" She pointed at the bedside table. Rhaegal knew the book sitting there, it was his present for her on their wedding day among many others, he remembered every single one, he hand picked every present he ever got her.

"Of course, My dreamer" He guided her back to their bed still very worried. She looked pained and uncomfortable but he did not want to pester her.

"What is going on?" Alicent Hightower questioned making her way over to her daughter's chambers. She wrapped her robe tightly around herself to hide her sleeping gown. She was woken up by one of the maids telling her that the maester was brought to Helaena's room.

"Her highness seems to have started her labours" Helaena's handmaiden answered. Alicent looked around noticing the lack of Rhaegal by the door where most men would wait for news.

"Where is her husband? He should be here by her side waiting for their child" Alicent hissed glaring at the guards standing by the doors. She could hear Helaena's pained groan from the inside of the room but awaited an answer first.

"He is by her side, in there" The handmaiden pointed to the room. Alicent was shocked to hear that. Men were not supposed to be in the birthing room, that was not their place.

"Oh gods" She rolled her eyes and made her way towards the door but was stopped by the guards.

"His grace does not want in the room" One of the guards said stoically.

"Get out of my way! That is my daughter in there" Alicent tried again but still the guards did not budge or move away from the doors.

"I am you Queen! get out of my way!" Alicent yelled trying to push the guards out of the way but to no avail neither moved. The doors opened and Rhaegal stepped out with a scowl on his face.

"Keep it down! You are stressing my wife, my Queen" Rhaegal closed the door before Alicent could peak into the room and see anything inside.

"I should be by my daughter's side! This is her first child" Alicent screeched. Rhaegal rolled his eyes at and leaned down so their faces were on the same level.

"You act like a mother should and I will let you in next time" He smirked at her bewildered expression before stepping back into the room. She was not let into the room only after Vaemond Targaryen was born and cleaned along with his mother, by then the sun had risen and Viserys came as well to meet his nephew/grandson.

[stellanslashgeode]

WIP Wednesday

I am almost ready to post another chapter of Dissonance and Upheaval, my first contact AU. I'm thinking of pushing a scene into the next chapter to make it less complicated. Here's a sample.

  Ahsoka guided them through valleys and canyons, then there was a huge expanse of rolling chaparral hills. She tried to skirt the edge of the desert here, or areas that wildfires had cleared out so they would not get hemmed in by the shrubs. Scraped by their thorns. She made note of the local flora and fauna as they went. She particularly took interest in the sand crabs. They had dome-like carapaces and many legs they used to sift the sands for food which led beautiful corrugated trails zigzagging across the landscape. 

  Barriss was quiet at first. Ahsoka assumed she was quietly praying and she gave her as much privacy as possible while still bracing her to her chest with one hand. When they stopped for a midday meal Ahsoka tossed some scraps to that blackbird that was still following them. It hopped in the air to snatch the food, its long tail trailing behind it. Some birds had little pinion fingers and talons on their wings and lizard-like tails.

  After their midday meal and Barriss’ prayers they got underway, leading their mount down a dry river bed. Ahsoka could tell that Barriss was despondent about something. She rubbed carefully where she held her in place just below her ribs.

  “How are you feeling?” Ahsoka asked.

  “Like I need a distraction.” She replied, and continued after a brief pause. “Ahsoka, you love me?”

  “I am devoted to you, as your sun is to providing light and heat.” She answered.

  “Would you do anything for me?” Barriss asked.

  “I would move mountains stone by stone, my love.” She answered.

  “You want to marry me.” This was more of a statement.

  “That I do.”

  Barriss leaned back against her more pronouncedly. Ahsoka could feel trepidation wriggling inside her being.

  “Then could you tell me about your childhood? I’ve told you so much about my family and my life here on Mirial, and I know hardly anything about your past. I want to learn everything about you, Asoka. Please?” 

  Ahsoka grumbled deep in her belly. She couldn’t help it.

  Barriss continued. “I understand it is a sore subject, my dear. I’ve tried to be patient. But I need to keep my mind active right now and I cannot defer my curiosity anymore.” She hesitated. “We are to be married, Ahsoka. In our belief that is alike to having your soul cleft in two and fuzed for all time. A little of you will be me, and a little of me will be you. Do you understand? I have clear eyes on who you are now. But I want to know where you have been. What you have seen. Who you were. Where fate found you and led you to here. Into my arms.”

  Ahsoka closed her eyes and just felt Barriss’ weight against her chest and the movement of the beast below her for a second. 

  “You are right, of course. I have been too indulgent of my grief. Now that I have accepted that Mirial will be my home, and now that I want it to be my home, I should accept that my past is in the past and it would be freeing to tell you. And more of a burden to keep it hidden.”

  Ahsoka’s keen hearing could pick up the slight clicking sound of Barriss smiling, the corners of her lips pulling back to show her teeth. 

  “Good. Could you please begin at the beginning?” She asked.

  “That is often the best place to start.” Ahsoka conceded. She took a deep breath. “My mother was a huntress."

[written-in-flowers]

I know otto did go crazy when his rosebud was lactating while pregnant/after the birth of their son 😍

Oh, you have no idea. When he found out you were pregnant, he knew your body would change. He did have one child already, after all. So, the mood swings, strange eating habits, morning sickness, and swelling belly weren't new to him. He also knew your breasts would enlarge from the milk filling them. It was part of nature. It was normal, but yes, he still enjoyed the thought of them being larger.

When Cedric was born, he didn't even notice it. He only had eyes for the infant you'd given him: a little boy with your eyes who smiled often. Your tittes were the last thing on his mind.

But, when you began breastfeeding, yes...he did notice. He saw how they'd grown, how you wore bodices looser around your chest since it hurt when pressed, and how soft they felt in his hands whenever he felt them at night. He knew you were feeling discomfort from lactation, so he did his best to make things comfortable for you. Compresses for the swelling, and making sure Cedric drank enough to ease the weight off you. He knew how to separate his sexual desires from actual needs. You needed your husband's comfort and support, not his grabby hands and hungry lips.

He definitely tries NOT LOOKING when you're feeding Cedric in front of him. You're doing your duty as a mother feeding her infant. It's nature. It's normal. He is not going to let his perversions ruin a good, natural thing. Yet, the moment Cedric stopped drinking, that brief moment your breasts are exposed, he glances at you quickly. The nipples are sore from the sucking, and he knew they leaked a bit afterwards, but Gods, woman...he almost asked when could he have his turn.

Yes, you catch him. Always. It did bother you sometimes, since you were in pain, but you knew he couldn't help it. In fact, you somewhat used his fondness for them for your own benefit. You'd let him touch them to relieve the soreness inside. He didn't mind if milk came out.

When your milk dried up, Otto went right back to his light "accidental" brushes at night and shameless glimpses. What did you expect him to do? Ignore them? Just because you had a kid? You'd have more, no doubt, with the way you two carry on like rabbits. So, he might as well enjoy it while he can.

"I'm only making sure they're not hurting you, sweetling."

"They're fine, Otto."

"Are you sure?" *squeeze*

"Yes, very sure." You, laugh, shake your head and take the hand on your breast to hold between your own. "You're incorrigible, my Lord Hand."

"If my caring about my wife's wellbeing makes me 'incorrigible', then yes, I am."

You both laugh and kiss before shutting your eyes to sleep.

A/N: love that we have all agreed Otto is a boobie man lmfao anyways, I wrote it like this because I just can't do words after my Daemon fic. Hope you liked this though <3

[honeyed-poet]

As you all know, for as much as preds can be dangerous, I am on good terms with many of them. They really are people just like you and me… and for those who get close enough, those who win my heart and who I have come to trust… well… Sometimes their stays at my little cottage get extended… and sometimes, if they have such magics that allow them to reform their hands they, I have been known to willingly give them a taste of me.

One such instance came in the form of a lovely young woman who appeared on my doorstep one Merry evening. She looked so innocent and beautiful, not to mention far shorter than I, that I immediately mistook her for a lost prey. So of course, I invited her in, poured her a glass of wine, and conversed with her for a while… some small voice at the back of my mind told me something was off, but she was such a delight. So charming and a pleasure to converse with, that I pushed such inhibitions aside…

Alas, as the night continued, we both continued to imbibe wine, and in our drunken state, her true nature was revealed, I consented to some “safe experimentation”… and was caught so easily, slipping down her throat and into her stomach.

She fully intended to release me, of course, but soon passed out in my bed… that should have been the end of me, had she not dusted me with an intriguing blue herb she found in the forest beforehand…

Long story short, I reformed on couch in the morning, she was delighted to see me alive.. and now, she tends to my house while I’m away on adventures. Cooking, cleaning, caring for the bees, and gobbling up any unwelcome or unpleasant guests.

And every time I return home? What better way to thank her than a long blissful evening catching up… before serving as a very special dinner.

This is wonderful for both parties, of course. She gets the opportunity to have a good meal, to share my soft bed, and I get to experience all the joys and comfort of a warm, tight stomach without fear of meeting my final end…

Of course; this does lead to some awkward situations when an old friend or colleague or a fellow adventurer arrives at my cottage seeking shelter… at the very moment when my voracious roommate as recently enjoyed a hearty Poet dinner.

Having heard the tales of the poet who had written so many tips and tales of how to survive in a world full of predators, and whose cottage had become a safe haven for prey of all kinds. Where you could always find a hot cup of tea and a kindly word from the jovial honey boy... And now.. there he is. Nothing but a bump on the belly of a beautiful girl, who is now occupying his home, reading his books, drinking his tea.. and seemingly wearing his adventuring cloak as a blanket...

In the eyes of that poor stranger, the poet's book full of survival tips would now be better served as an epitaph for all the good it did its author. But all the while, I couldn't be happier or more blissfully unaware of what's going on outside. I'm safe and secure inside someone I love. Knowing only that she's up and moving, making me sway lightly in her gut as she answers the door.. And alas.. What happens next would not be for the recently ingested boy to decide. I'm right where I want to be, and indisposed until my companion has had some time to process me...

To be fair, anyone I would invite to live with me would still be a gracious host! Welcoming the prey in. and sitting on them, feeling them squirm beneath the weight of her prey- enhanced cheeks from many previous meals, and my still-solid form. Listening in as she slowly digests the very person they were planning on seeking shelter from.

And at length, once I've stopped happily squirming and my outline starts to become more soft and indistinct... she can devour them in that gap where I'm cream-of poet stew, but still need some time to finish beingprocessed... not reformed just yet.

I only hope they wouldn't fight her to the point that her tummy gets hurt and sore again.…. I would have just gotten down massaging and tending to her poor abused digestive system!

And just imagine that hapless prey'ssurprise when they wake up to the two of us cuddling on the couch, myself having reformed sometime before. And with a hearty laugh and a friendly smile, I offer them a cup of tea and some free honeyfor their trouble, and send them on theirway with a story to tell..

My goodness.…. such rumours would be spread after that. But it'd be worth it.

[haven-of-dusk]

Words: dead, freak, weird, leave, and/or wish

So the Janchard household's most used word collection or...

I did have to go multi-fandom on this one though. And possible trigger warning for the last one, it gets a little graphic (violence wise, not sexually)

From A Day Unlike Any Other:

The only sign that Richard wasn't dead was the slow rise and fall of his chest, only visible because he'd managed to roll belly up, completely exposing himself. Ordinarily Jan might be a little turned on and excited by that, but Richard's pale skin and shivering frame put sex and romance far out of mind.

From The Cafe at the End of My Universe:

Theo took the mug hesitantly. "Am I crazy for coming out here? I just...I don't know if I'm ready for what he needs at the moment."

Danny took a short sip from his own cup, "Gee, do I think it's weird you drove over 13 hours, soon to potentially be more, because you are in love with the boy that you just drove away from? Surely not," Danny said dryly.

"Says the man who switched schools to get away from me!" Ethan's voice came from the other room.

"Touché," Danny admitted.

From an untitled Colin/Jamie fic:

Colin tried desperately to hold back the tears welling in his eyes as Isaac dabbed at the open cuts. "Isaac, have you ever thought about leaving the UK?" Colin asked, wincing at the sting.

"No, not really, I've got family here, Moe's here, you're here..."

"But what if I wasn't? What if I just went somewhere else?"

"Boyo..."

"OI! That's my loving nickname, paws off."

"So you just admitted it, you love and care about me? And him? And them?"

"I--"

"So you're not going anywhere."

From The Ones Who Remain (Chapter 4, the currently unpublished most recent chapter I'm working on):

While Stiles and Lydia scrambled for the trunk, Isaac dragged the half-conscious Ethan to the other side of the van and flicked on one of their lanterns to get a better look at the wound. He sorely wished he hadn’t as soon as the light turned on. A shaft of sharpened bone as long as Isaac’s arm had punctured cleanly through, blood spilling out from the hole and rapidly pooling. As Isaac watched, the skin around the wound began trying to close, but every small movement would rip any progress wide open again. “Isaac,” Ethan panted, “pull it out! I’ll heal, just do it!” Reluctantly, Isaac established as firm a grip as he could on the slickened bone and tugged with a violent surge of strength, nearly flinging the shaft across the sand while Ethan howled in pain.

[hope-to-hell]

Fulgurite Dreams part two: Geode.

Rated M for mildly smutty. Adrian Toomes x Reader.

———

Once upon a time, there was a vengeful man.

No, that’s not it. Try again.

Once upon a time, there was a man who did everything right but still lost.

No. Not that either. Pay attention.

Once upon a time there was an ordinary man. He scrubbed his hands with black soap in the evenings and had dreams filled with numbers winding around stone columns, of schematics, of birds, of high clouds in the moonlight. And once upon a time, that man woke up on a bright clear morning, kissed his little girl on the cheek, and went to find his fortune.

Once upon a time, that man got fucked. It wasn’t his fault— how could it be? He couldn’t have known that his big salvage job would be pulled right out from under him, but it was; all he got was a not your business any longer and that was that. Numbers crawled through his veins even as he tried and failed to keep his cool; already he could see the hole he’d be in once he paid his crew and the lenders started calling. Debt waits for no man, without a care for the hurt it brings.

But hey. We all know how it goes: Adrian Toomes got his. He took to the skies and made his fortune— and then some. He lost it, too, in a desperate move that made him reach too far; all that waited then was pain and the long monotony of prison.

Bullshit.

Say he decides that last job’s not worth the risk. Say his path forks and he goes the other way, sharing out what’s left and saying you boys have fun. Say he drops Liz and her beau off at the prom with a smile and a wave; maybe he knows what Peter’s been up to and maybe he doesn’t, but either way it doesn’t matter anymore. He gives his shovel talk and sees them off; if he goes home to hole up in his workshop long past midnight, that’s his affair.

How’d it go?

Oh, you know. Just threatened to fillet the kid if he hurts my girl.

I bet he was terrified. Now, how about you come inside and I’ll take your mind off things?

(Hey kid, you okay?

Yeah. Fine. Just got in an argument after school, is all. Doesn’t even hurt.)

He doesn’t come in with the smell of autumn clinging to his hair anymore, and the armature no longer leaves sore and roughened patches from where it pressed hard even through his leather jacket. But he rubs his stubbled cheek along your thigh just the same; he listens to the weather forecast every evening and whispers the wind’s secrets into the tender skin behind your ear. Gotta catch the updraft, sweetheart. Let it carry you; all the power in the word can’t compare to the moment you really soar.

He comes home with canvas bags full to bursting. Damn kids are asking for ratatouille, of all things.

He comes home with grease under his nails. He scrubs and scrubs and scrubs and all he says is

(No, kid. You’re not okay. Look at me. I know. I know.

Then why didn’t you say anything?

Because you have to do it. It’s in your blood.)

He comes home and makes a beeline for the workshop. When you go to find him, the car’s outside under a tarp, and inside— inside, his wings cast their angel silhouette against the wall.

Thought you were retired.

I am. But I can feel which way the wind’s blowing.

You dream of the earth splitting apart, flinging a bright moon into the sky. Fragments of stone rain down as everything becomes hot, then cold, then silent. You dream of long shadows and of Adrian’s teeth sharp like knives. You dream of your limbs bound tight, watching chaos and destruction and the eons-long reordering of the world.

The scale is never zeroed out. Its weights are always in flux, and you can either account for that or be crushed by it. Adrian breathes soft and warm against your neck; his voice is burred with sleep. Easy, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere. His hand holds you steady as he eases inside, belly hair tickling the small of your back. Dreams don’t mean a damn thing. They’re just waypoints to get your mind from here to there. You think mountains have meaning? Or storms? They don’t care. They just are. He rolls his hips with infinite slowness, timed to the rise and fall of his chest. That’s the thing about getting older: you learn to savor what you have. And right now he has you, snug and secure in the long warm night.

Surprised you haven’t told Peter to run for the hills.

Wouldn’t make a difference if I did. He’s too damn stubborn.

Like you.

Hmph. Maybe. At least this way I can keep an eye on him. He rolls you under him and for a moment rests with his forehead against you, warm and sweat-slick and he isn’t nearly heavy enough, not with the way he holds himself up on his arms; he should be soft and weighty, all-encompassing. He should be breathing starlight into your skin; the soft rasp of his body on yours should whisper all the secrets he can’t say. And so you reach up and back to pull him down to you.

(Whether you tell her or not has to be your call. But you keep her safe, understand? Don’t bring your mess home to her.)

[talesofmetalandmagic]

An Ascended by any other name

As Azir’s illness doesn’t seem to improve, Nasus examine him closer and comes to find his emperor has been overrun with parasites.

Ticks, lice, fleas, mango worms, you name it.

Granted he had this problem back with Xerath too, but he was able to clean himself up whenever possible. While entombed he was unable to do that, and after being freed he was barely conscious and couldn’t think about his sore body that much.

The first bath Nasus gave Azir was more of comfort than to cleanse him, and the idea of neglecting his needs – so much so Azir can’t even lay down it hurts so much – fills him with blame.

Samira and Akshan pull themselves out with this one. They’re mercs, they know how hard it can get, but there’s a limit to everything. Sivir and Taliyah are firmer and more willing to help, even if the initial disgust takes them too. But the most upset one is Azir himself, who just shakes his head no and covers himself with the blankets he was given.

“My lord, please. It will hurt more.”

“I order you not to come any closer.”

“Don’t give me that, Azir”, Taliyah says. “You’re acting childish.”

“This body is Ascended. You’re not to ogle it as if I was some hurt little bird you happened to find. I need no pity.”

“For Shurima’s sake”, Sivir calls, “you’re sick.”

“I am ASCENDED.”

Nasus takes a deep breath. Azir… isn’t exactly used at telling other people he’s unwell. Xerath probably made it even worse.

“I’m Ascended too, little bird. Show me your body and we’ll fix this. Leave us.”

Azir is drenched in sweat, has scratched his arm until it went bloody, and the Curator can already see some of the holes in Azir’s poor flesh.

“Oh, dearest…”

“It.. hurts” Azir mutters. He wipes his brow with a handkerchief and covers himself even tighter.

“I know. Don’t move, if you move it gets worse. Why didn’t you tell me, Azir? I could have helped.”

Azir shakes his head, nestled in blankets and cloaks to the neck. Of course, what he refuses to say is that he feels shame.

“Do you want some sleeping powder?” Nasus knows his baby bird very well. “What you do not see, will not hurt you.”

Azir ponders about this. He just wants to feel like an emperor again. He was so happy, there atop the temple… ready to become one with the Gods and rule over a renewed kingdom. Why is it so hard to just… feel complete?

“Just enough to feel numb. Don’t put me to sleep. I want to be absolutely sure no one sees me.”

Azir, as we’ve established, isn’t smart.

Not only because he refuses help, but also because the sleeping powder benumbs his brain right enough to send him rambling about whatever he’s thinking about.

As Nasus gives a gentle massage to the skin and dabs warm wine on the bleeding holes the worms slithered out of, removes each and every one and strokes Azir’s sore body as if to comfort him, Azir’s mind runs wild through the pain.

What kind of an Emperor am I? What kind of an Ascensed am I? A part of him doesn’t even want to be a hawk anymore. Not even Baccai look like this. It was supposed to be a beautiful dream…

But I guess I deserve this much.

When he’s done with his belly, Nasus lays him face-down to care for his back and neck. Tears fall down Azir’s face: his caretaker’s gentle hand dabs at them, unable to look longer than needed.

“I’m sorry, little bird. I’m so sorry.”

“What… have I done.”

“It’s not you, sweet one. It’s the scoundrel Xerath. You’ll be good as new, when I’m done.”

Azir winces: the wounds are deep and festered. He wants out. Nasus, however, smiles.

“I’ll clean you up nice and good. You’ll have a new armor, and the feathers grow back… it’s going to be alright.“

“Mmh.” Azir mutters to himself. Even if they did get him back in shape, what would he do? He has non followers, no strategy, and any credit he may have is undercut by the state he’s in.

Don’t go, he wants to tell Nasus. But how can he request anything in such a state?

[streamofcolors]

𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔪-𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔡𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯.

Cregan Stark x Targaryen Reader.

Summary: Cregan helps you overcome your fear of childbirth, resulting in the birth of a beautiful daughter.

Based on request: Cregan stark x targaryen!femreader having a daughter together for a request please lovely xx

Warnings: Pregnancy, childbirth, Cregan being a caring, protective husband/father.

You are comfortably seated in front of the fireplace, your fingers tracing patterns across your bump. You have been with child for eight moons. Your back has been sore for days, and getting a good night’s sleep has become an uncommon occurrence. But what troubles you the most is your fear of childbirth.

Cregan has been beyond excited. He longed to become a father, and who were you to deny him that? After all, it was your duty as his wife to provide him with heirs.

“My dear wife,” Cregan’s voice bounces off the stone walls as he enters your chamber.

Your gaze shifts from your bump to Cregan, and your fingers pause their tracing. “Good evening, my love.”

Cregan runs his fingers through your platinum locks before bending down to place a tender kiss on the crown of your head. “How does our little one fare this evening?” He reaches out to gently caress your bump.

“I believe our little one is content,” you wince as you adjust in your chair.

Cregan’s eyebrows furrow as he notices your discomfort. His hand moves from your bump to help you get into a more comfortable position. “Your back is paining you again?”

You nod reluctantly, hesitant to share the physical discomforts of pregnancy with your caring husband. The last thing you want to do is dampen his excitement.

Cregan kneels before you, his worry only increasing. “Sweetling,” he murmurs, his eyes studying your face. “Why did you not tell me earlier? I would have ordered the servants to draw you a hot bath.”

A soft chuckle escapes your lips. “The maester has restricted me to taking lukewarm baths. He claims hot baths are harmful to the babe.”

Cregan’s eyebrow rises, as if challenging the maester’s wisdom. He lets out a quiet chuckle, his hand moving to rest on your belly once more. “Then I suppose the maester isn’t aware that dragons prefer heat,” Cregan says with a small smile, his tone playful yet teasing.

“Aye, I suppose not,” you smile. “But I have no desire to take any risks. I will follow the old man’s advice.”

Cregan’s smile softens, his features filled with admiration for your dedication to the well-being of your unborn child. “You are a wonderful mother already,” Cregan says quietly, his hand moving to brush a strand of hair away from your face. “The gods have truly blessed me with a wonderful wife.”

Your thoughts wander to your grandmother, Aemma, who died while giving birth to Baelon, and to your mother, who miscarried Visenya.

Noticing the change in your expression, Cregan’s gaze softens. He knows the worries that plague your mind, the fear that lurks within you. He knows the history of Targaryen women, the tragedies that have befallen them during childbirth. “My dear wife,” he speaks softly. “I know the thoughts that trouble you, but I will not let anything happen to you. We will have a healthy child; I am certain of it.”

-

About a moon later, you sway from side to side in your chamber, keeping the maester and your servants at a distance. You refuse to let them get close to you, especially since Cregan is still absent. A whimper escapes your lips as another contraction hits you.

“My lady, please let us help you,” one of your servants begs.

“Just—just find my husband,” you plead through clenched teeth.

The servants exchange worried glances with one another, unsure of what to do. They have never seen you this way before. You are normally polite and composed, yet there is a frenzied look in your eyes, and your breaths come out in shallow pants.

Finally, one of the older servants nods and hurries off to find Cregan.

After what seems like an eternity, a familiar voice echoes through the hall. “You should have come to me sooner,” Cregan scowls at the servant.

As he bursts into the chamber, his eyes widen with worry and irritation. He strides toward you, his gaze fixed on your face. “Why did no one tell me you were in labor?” Cregan asks gruffly.

You grasp Cregan’s forearm as he rushes to support your weight. You do not answer him, unable to speak through your contractions. “It is uncommon for the lord to be present during childbirth,” the maester informs Cregan.

You have been persistent about Cregan’s presence at the birthing, afraid of what might happen if he were not there to advocate on your behalf. That is why you have been keeping the maester and your servants at a distance.

Cregan snorts in annoyance, his grip on you firm and protective. “Then I am no common lord,” he snaps back at the maester. He turns his attention back to you, his gaze filled with tenderness and worry.

He brushes a stray strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and reassuring. “I told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, sweetling,” Cregan murmurs, his voice quiet and calming. “I am here now. I am not going anywhere.”

-

After a challenging and lengthy labor, your child was finally born. Cregan remained by your side throughout the birth. He ensured you were comfortable with every intervention from the maester and your servants. His support was unwavering as he encouraged you through the delivery of your beautiful daughter.

As the maester places the wailing babe in your arms, you cannot help but marvel at the tiny, squirming bundle. Your body feels weary and sore, but the overwhelming love you feel for your child overshadows any physical discomfort.

Cregan stands by your side, his gaze fixed on the miracle in your arms. He lets out a shaky breath, his eyes filled with a mixture of pride and awe. He gently brushes your sweaty hair away from your face, his voice low and filled with emotion. “You did so well. She is perfect,” he whispers as he strokes the platinum fuzz on your daughter’s head.

Cregan lets out a content sigh, his gaze never leaving his daughter. “She looks like a wolf.”

“She looks like a dragon,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to your daughter’s platinum fuzz.

Cregan chuckles softly. “Aye, she has your hair,” he agrees. “But that nose is all Northern.”

Cregan watches you with a tender smile. Seeing you hold your daughter melts his heart in a way he never thought possible.

“You look radiant, sweetling,” he whispers softly. “You were destined to become a mother.”

“Don’t get used to it,” you huff, humorously. If only you knew of the babes that would follow in the future.

“Have you thought of a name?” You ask as you look up at Cregan.

Cregan’s gaze softens at your question. He has thought many times about the name for your child. He has a few Northern names in mind, but none of them seem fit.

After a moment of contemplation, he speaks up. “I believe Visenya is a fitting name for our platinum-haired daughter.”

[tailofyellowkite]

Let’s start from the very beginning of all of these magical years of existing here in this complex and completely mind blowing wonder verse. A place that’s so alive and breathing and activated. A life that I’m so grateful to be part of every day I rise.

I am the oldest child of my true siblings. My mother told me that when she was pregnant with me and was showing, she would hold her belly in her hands and would have a vision of little winged beings flying in a circle around her stomach. Almost like they were waiting for me. The way she described them was in the same way of what people think to be demons. The wings were like dragons.

I was predominately raised by Celtic side of my mostly female family. The faces of the women I would grow to know and to love were of little paper white bodies with wide Hobbit feet and thin straight lines for lips. They had decided noses and coloring like the women in the movie Practical Magic. My mother was the brunette as were myself and siblings and her sister was a red head and all of her children had hair of the same. You’d see generations of photographs of one of us next to a red headed cousin with linked hands.

Also in the photographs, you would notice that I stuck out like a sore thumb. When I was born the adults called my baby self a “Little Buddha Baby,” and other pet names referencing to my exotic features that the others did not bestow. I mostly resembled my late father, who was a blend of Iberian and Basque, Various flavors of East and West Asian including Siberian and Egyptian, and also Carpathian. My cultural identity is that of a true Eurasian. My frame was different than those of my Celtic relatives, and my sand colored skin turned a dark brown in the summer and hosts green and yellow undertones.

When I was growing up I would playfully tell people that I was born of “gypsies,” and it felt like I was glowing when I said it even though I made it up. It felt like my truth. Decades later in life a DNA test would verify my Roma Ancestry, and back up my gut knowing. Some times you just know things. Even as a child. And they reveal themselves later in the time fabric.

Beautiful to add Roma to my scattered understanding of self, but a sad beauty indeed to discover that it was kept secret from me due to genocide and hiding.

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My childhood was layered with intense dreams, sleep walking, sleep paralysis and dreams about being abducted and stolen from home. My mom told me that when I was very young I would run around the house in the night screaming and crying because I was having night terrors.

Long gray and distorted looking hands and fingers often reached for me and I’d see visions of ghosts and horrible faces haunting me. I was so terrified of the dark my entire childhood. I was terrified of being home alone. I developed anxiety very early on due to the nature of my nightly experiences.

At my Great Grandmother’s funeral, we didn’t like seeing her that way, so cousins and I sat outside on a hill watching the wind blow patterns into waves of long grass. And my cousin R. And I both saw what we called the “shadow man.” And knew instinctively that he was there to collect souls. It is odd we called him the shadow man though, because he was actually translucent like you could see through him. More of an outline of a man. And then I was also also seeing shiny orbs at this time period as well, which my Great Grandmother also had.

I did have some normal enough kid dreams that I still remember today and love. Like the dream of jumping off of my grandmas fire scape and landing on Saturn in outer space and when my feet touched it the planet turned into something that looked like lightning bugs or fire works. Also the dream about swinging on my favorite swing and flying into the sky from the very action of it, and climbing the rope during gym class all the way up to the ceiling and then bouncing to the ceiling on a pogo stick.

Then there were the recurrent ones. Like the dream of me seeing a yellow kite softly through the night sky, and I grab ahold of the tail and it pulls me away away from home, my mum and dad running after me from either side of the scene while sappy violin music plays and I cry and feel such anguish that i have to leave them, but know I must go. That it was destiny. Engulfing dreams of being lost or stolen or running away.

Or the ones where I’m walking down the stairs and I’m pushed down them by an invisible force and falling flat onto my stomach. Then blue smoke appears at one end of a room and red smoke appears at the other. And I am dragged with my fingernails digging into the ground back and forth between side of color. Terrified of each side, but knowing the red side was the worst. This dream didn’t stop until I apologized for fighting with my little brother.

I also dreamt of my past lives. A man with a white lab coat on called “Dr Driscoll” stepped out of a metal capsule buried in ground, and together we navigated several of my past lives. One was I was a man with a family in desert dunes searching for some kind of gems that looked like amber. One had a fairy suspended in the center. And another where I was stealing eggs from a window with my sibling because we were poor and we got caught and were chased away and I was shot. I remember seeing White sheets hanging to dry, my last sight of life. Yet another life I was being attacked by crocodiles in a great river, and yet another I was sick with a plague. A priest held my hand and led me to a room with a stained glass heart in the window, and told me I would have to stay inside of there until my heart was purified by God. I saw sick hands stretching out for me, and I knew I would never leave the room.

I dreamt of being full body covered with rashes like some kind of illness like pox and then waking up and not understanding because the dream had seemed so real. I dreamt dreams that involved a lot of color. My aunts head turning green like she was the wicked witch from the wizard of oz. Like she was sickly. And then dreamt of my mother in purple or the family German Shepherd’a head turned green and also sickly. I would see glimmers of these colors in waking life too, and remember having a deep knowing of things. Like guessing and knowing random answers to trivial pursuit questions when the adults were playing as we camped one year. Also becoming in tune with the forest and always looking for fairies.

On our school yard growing up I would fearlessly dig out different flowers and grass to eat with my friends. Clover flower, chives, wild onion and honey suckles. I was a mini forager and was fascinated by the plants especially around me. I felt the trees as living ancient entities and would lay at their feet. My grandmas garden was a sanctuary to me, and I’d hide beneath the boughs of grapes. The magnolia tree in her yard became a dear friend of which we would roll up its leaves and make mud taco and mud cakes at its roots. When walking outside in the forest or in the cemeteries, the feel of the places were active and it was so intense to me that I’d become afraid. The world is alive with spirits.

One time, we took my little sister outside to the garden and held her up in our hands and on our backs and we laughingly said she was a virgin sacrifice and for the gods to take her to bring rain, and it did indeed rain on her. I’d lay with my sister and hold her hands for hours, as if we had been together for many lives before. Her wise eyes always told me that this was not her first life.

We lived in a house where I was connected to the name Catherine through books and felt that there was a sad ghost that wandered the house. Upstairs in the attic I had found the belongings of an old woman, including all of her old hats, swimsuits and dresses from the 20s-30s. I found all of her old love letters and other mail and would sit for hours reading about this house ghost and letting her keep leading me on discovering her.

Some of my recurring dreams during this time would have recurring characters. And one of them was a prince on a horse who I had a relationship with and he would tell he would wait for me at my next dream. I’d fall asleep and he’d be there again waiting.

Vivid dreams would continue, and I’d have astral projection dreams where I was lying at the bottom of a bathtub but was really floating above my body and could see a giant golden puzzle at the bottom of the tub. I was drawn to tarot and meditation at a very early age and was reading about symbolism in particular. I checked out JC Cirlot dictionary of symbols and it was my favorite read. I felt that I was in a world full of synchronization and signs. There were several years that I superstitiously thought black was a cursed color, or more so, a particular outfit I had was cursed and I would forever try not to step on cracks.

i had stayed the night at my friend’s house and we did Ouija in the cemetery across the street from her house, and then when back at her house and the television was shut off we both saw a dark hooded figure standing in the tv screen, that resembled filled up trash bags piled onto eachother. We looked around her room, and there was no black object to be seen anywhere beside the television. It terrified us.

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[iambilliejeanok]

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Billie Billie Billie hear me out,

I had a very hard time deciding what my wildest sexual shenanigan would be AND I think it is being gangbanged by the Uchiha fellas (Indra, Madara, Izuna, Obito, Shisui and Itachi - no Sasuke because he is such a son figure to me I just could not).

don't even know if you are still taking these requests but anyways let's pretend I am confessing at church not that I believe there's any value in it lmao

But just imagine all of them and their huge breeding kink, filling up all three holes of yours at once while they fight for dominance - Uchiha to me are very dominant, jealous and got that possessiveness of an alpha - and the privilege of filling up your pussy. Imagine how mixed up all the cum would be, you'd literally have no idea whose cum would be dripping out of you and later on being put inside of you again because it cannot go to waste. And if you get pregnant from the experience, because it would be almost impossible not to walk away with an Uchiha heir in your belly, what a nuisance, you could not even guess who is the child's father.

Lol I am done that's enough for a lifetime

😈COMING IN HOT AT NUMBER THREE.3😈

YES. This is what I like to see.

This is so good. The part about not knowing who’s cum is it is just 😩😮‍💨👌🏾. Wow. This is really sexy. Thank you so much @orochimaruscockslut💜

Oh and just so you know I might of twisted it a little because I got too horny in the middle of it…reader isn’t the only one squealing now😃😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

I’m sorry but I can’t write for Indra and Izuna. I tried to look them up but I still don’t really know anything about them so it would be very difficult for me to try express their personalities.

Warnings: 18+, gangbang, overstimulation , dacryphilia, breeding kink.

Image from Itachi Uchiha on Pinterest.

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You could barely think,let alone remember how you ever even ended up in this situation. Your screaming was muffled by Itachi’s rock hard dick being shoved down your throat, you could barely breathe, Shisui who’s face you were sitting on, only worsening your situation. The pleasure was intense but manageable, Shisui bringing you to your second orgasm, your body jerking wildly as you squirted all over his face, his mouth vacuuming your sore nub and fingers inside of you still stimulating your g spot. It was unfair how Itachi would hold your face in his big hands, pushing himself deeper inside of you to cum down your throat, your thighs shivering as you drowned in the orgasm. The tears running down your cheeks was from the back to back orgasms, continuous stimulation and from chocking on Itachi’s impressive size. Itachi’s eyes rolled to back of his head, his hand keeping your nose firm on his pelvis, his balls pressing against your chin as he unleashed deep in your throat, your choking forcing the cum to blast out your nose💀💀💀(I’m sorry this part might of just destroyed the chemistry. I’m so dead rn omg.)

Anyways let’s get back into it😭💀

You were such a mess, your eyes red and teary, cheeks stained with tears and cum, drooling from Shisui still working on your sensitive pussy. You were half conscious, your mind empty with just these strong, beautiful men the only thing you could hear, see and breathe. Madara sat on a very comfortable, dark green, leather sofa in the living room they were fucking you in. His face showed no expression, simply watching Itachi and Shisui play with you, a big tent formed in his pants from a seeing your body shake, sweet cries still falling from your lips after Itachi pulled out of your mouth. Without Itachi’s support you fell forward, your arms barely catching you as you landed on them, Shisui still gripping on to your hips tight enough that despite your desperate attempts, you could not escape his torture. The pleasure went from feeling so intense and overwhelming to delicious and sweet as a third orgasm lined up for its turn. A hard smack landed on your ass, your clit feeling like it would explode as the next orgasm wrecked you. You’d never screamed this loud from just oral before, your frazzled state intensifying all the sensations you felt. The orgasm rippled through your body, pussy making such a mess all over Shisui’s face and neck. He was drenched and his dick was very hard. He loved this way too much to stop. Still eating you through this orgasm. You couldn’t find any words as you violently shook, full on crying, trying so hard to crawl away from him. “Aww you poor thing”, Obito teased, his voice deep from his arousal, siting on the couch next to Madara, patiently waiting his turn. To them you were their precious little play thing and they would use your body way past your limits, usually causing you to pass out every now and then. Tonight though you weren’t expecting any of them to be home. Not until tomorrow at least. So when they came in to find you reading one of your favourite books on the couch, Shisui immediately pounced on you, your muffled moans turning on all the men in the room, landing you in another intense situation. “Is Shisui making you feel so good baby?”, Obito asked, walking over to the three of you. Itachi cupped you chin in his hand, lifting you to look at him, a warm and damp towel gently wiping away the beautiful mess on your face, his Sharingan having long trapped you in a genjutsu so you could sit still for a good minute until he was done cleaning your face. He made sure you would experience the same pleasure in the genjutsu since you hadn’t earned your break yet. They were just all so merciless. “There you go beautiful”, he said, backing up to give Obito a turn, releasing you from the genjutsu and back to this intense reality. “Shisui. Enough”, Obito called, but Shisui was having way too much fun drowning in your juices. Obito practically ripped you off of him, peeling Shisui’s hands off of you in the process. Shisui growled, coming up to kneel on knee, his face and t shirt completely drenched. Itachi threw him a towel, heading to the bathroom to go and get more. “Wipe that grin off your face”, he said before disappearing around the corner. Shisui stood up, peeling his shirt off and working on cleaning your intoxicating juices off of him. “My sweet angel”, Obito cooed, carrying you to the large, dark green chaise. Madara stripping his clothes off to join Obito.

The comfort didn’t last too long, Obito gently placing you on the couch, your chest still heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Madara wanted to eat you out so bad, the view of Shisui laying under you making his mouth water. “Obito. Take her from the back. I want to taste her too”, he said, Obito pulling you on top of him as he sat on the chaise. “Alright. Just give me a minute”, he replied. He needed a ton of lube to enter you from the back so he formed a plan. Your back was turned towards his as he adjusted you to sit on his dick, rubbing it along your slippery pussy to get it as wet as possible, unintentionally stimulating you. You moaned out but he ignored you, you were still coming down from your previous orgasm so he assumed that’s why you whimpered as he got himself nice and wet in you juices, ready to penetrate your tight ass. You loved having both of them at the same time, even though you’d cry pretty quick from how deep and intense it was, the excitement making you even more wet. Obito immediately pushed the tip in, forcing a loud cry to part your lips. As Obito pushed himself deeper into you your hands landed on his thighs, only your toes managing to touch floor as your legs struggled to keep you up with Obito pulling you further down on him. The sexiest whimpers and whines left your mouth, trying to slow him down as you were having a particularly hard time managing his size. Of course this wasn’t the first time Obito fucked you like this, but the first few strokes were usually always the hardest for you, the stretch a little painful every time. Madara came around to your front, cupping your clean and warm cheek, his big hand taking up the entire side of your face. “You got it sweetheart”, he spoke, encouraging you to take more, but for some reason, tonight you couldn’t, whimpering even louder as Obito pushed deeper and deeper. How was he not all the way in yet. You felt the burn from his stretch. Growing a little impatient Madara placed a hand on you hip, helping Obito push further into you. You tried pushing Madara away. “Madara I need some time please”, you begged, your voice a little raspy and soft from screaming so much. Madara gave you that look that made you regret even opening your mouth. “Sweetheart. Sit down. All the way. Now”, he commanded. You didn’t know what he’d do if you didn’t immediately do what he told you, but you didn’t want to find out so you shut your eyes and let the handsome man behind you sink further into your tight hole. Obito had been softly groaning into your neck, enjoying the way you gripped around him. He was happy to be inside of you right now, placing gentle kisses on your neck as you moaned and cried in Madara’s face.

“There you go, good girl”, Madara praised, backing up to let Obito get comfortable on the chaise with you, Obito moving into a position that would work for Madara to eat you out. Itachi walked back into the room with some extra towels. Just in case anyone need them. As sexy as it was to look at you covered in their cum they still preferred to clean you up before the next person had their turn. Obito moved as close to the corner as possible spreading your legs wide for Madara to devour you while he’d easily bounce you on his cock. Shisui and Itachi came to watch, Shisui’s hand gripping your breasts to pinch your nipples while Itachi gave you soft head pats, both men’s eyes zeroed in on how Madara worked his tongue on your sweet pussy. He swirled your nicely swollen clit around his tongue, before dipping it into your puss, dragging it back up, repeating that in the slowest, most cruel way. Obito slowly bounced you on him, adjusting his hand so they were further down your thighs closer to your ass so he could get a better grip. Itachi and Shisui helping keep your legs pinned open for Madara. This teamwork would be the death of you. And it was sure as hell making the dream work, your eyes shut tight as loud and ragged moans lefts your open mouth, trying so hard to take Madara’s warm tongue, so strong yet gentle against your clit and inside of you, while Obito slowly sunk all the way into you before lifting you halfway up and pushing into you again. “Fuck your so fucking tight baby”, Obito groaned, the room filled with your loud cries, Obitoe’s low moans, Madara’s teasing moans and Itachi and Shisui’s praises. Obito began to pick up the pace, now desperate to cum inside of you, Madara following suite as he kept repeating the same actions, just faster and a little more rougher. The pleasure had quickly escalated from sweet and delicious to cruel and intense. The orgasm quickly creeping up on you, making you want to bury your hand in your lovers thick hair as you watched him work your pussy, his eyes never leaving yours, excitedly watching you reach your orgasm. You thighs shook in Itachi and Shisui’s hands, both men having to focus on keeping your legs open now, your toes painfully curling as you began jerking your hips. Obito had to hold you down, the orgasm quickly creeping up on you and making you extra tight forcing him to just bury himself deep inside of you and hold you down so he wouldn’t hurt you. You tightened around him so hard that all he could manage was focussing on not cumming. And that meant shutting his eyes so he could concentrate, but your high pitched screams were dismally failing him. He definitely wasn’t going to last throughout your orgasm at this point. To his surprise Madara dipped his fingers inside of you, roughly fingering you while softly sucking on your clit, your pussy starting to squirt everywhere as your orgasm came crashing down. It took an effort from everyone to keep you in place as you violently shook, the orgasm completely possessing you. You couldn’t sense anything around you. It was just you versus the intense pleasure you felt right now. Everything was just pleasure right now. That was your world and existence in this moment.

Madara finally pulled his fingers out of you, now softly sucking on your clit until you’d calm down, Obitos moans growing much louder behind you, your rectum milking him so hard his thighs were shivering a little. Quickly Madara stood up and pushed you back, Obito behind you also falling back in the chaise, his hands gripping so hard into you to brace himself for his coming orgasm, a loud cry that certainly didn’t come from you filled the room, everyone except you looking over at Obito. The man was practically squealing at this point, his thighs shivering like yours as he came so hard inside of you, filling you up with his hot cum, his moans only growing louder with every passing second, Itachi and Shisui were so confused. Obito was usually able to handle his orgasms way better than this. First Shisui looked down, a husky “ah fuck” coming from his lips, making Itachi look down to see what he was seeing. Madara was still peacefully devouring you, but his middle and index finger were far up Obito’s ass, roughly fingering the tight hole all lubed up with your juices forcing Obito to nearly scream out. The stimulation in his ass incredible, nevermind how your tight ass was milking so fucking good. Obito couldn’t see what was going on but he loved it, the overstimulation forcing him to shut his legs, but Shisui and Itachi didn’t allow that. You and Obito moaning and whimpering like the sexiest little sluts. Obito couldn’t take it any more “Madara!”, he barely managed to growl, Madara still mercilessly overstimulating the two of you. Obito was now crying like you, Madara’s other hand now fondling Obito’s balls while he still worked his tongue on you, shoving it in and out of you and sucking your clit all at once. Thankfully Shisui saved the two of you, his hand grabbing a fistful of Madara’s hair and yanking him off of the two you. Gently pulling you off of Obito to carry you in his arms, the cum inside of you dripping out as Shisui handled you. Itachi was genuinely surprised to see you hadn’t past out yet and just when you thought you were safe you cried out at the sudden intrusion in between your legs, Shisui’s pretty black eyes piercing yours as he roughly sunk into you, Itachi coming in behind you. When Shisui pulled out Itachi sunk further in, the two able to establish that rhythm as they fucked into you a little slow but hard. “P-pl-p nghuuhhh!!!!”, you babbled, unable to form words and only able to scream. Shisui held you up like this, trapped you so your movement was restricted, Itachi pulling your legs to rest on Shisui’s shoulders so you couldn’t even squirm away as the two gorgeous men fucked you so hard. Your hand buried itself into Shisui’s thick, black hair, trying to anchor yourself as the two men brought you to orgasm. “I know baby I know. It feels too good for you huh? You like how deep were fucking you right? Fuck you feel so good, I’m gonna fuck this little pussy of mine and fill you up with my cum”, he rambled, admiring how cute you were like this. He fell in love with you again, watching you barely manage to stay conscious. “You’re beautiful with all your holes stuffed baby. Why don’t you go ahead cum for us love”, Itachi spoke into your ear. They’re were hitting you so deep you couldn’t help but make another mess, drool falling from your plump lips, and your eyes rolling to a point where they hurt, your vision becoming starry before you passed out, your body still reacting even though you were long gone. Not after you came, Itachi came too, Shisui after, filling you with their cum. “My turn”, Madara spoke, loud and clear, directed towards Shisui. He took you from them, your body completely for him now. Even though you’d already passed out that never stopped any of these men from fucking fucking you back to consciousness. Madara pushed the cum dripping out of you right back in, fucking you on the soft leather couch. All these men couldn’t get enough of you. You were their little fuck toy and they would used you as often as they wanted.

[hush-writes-preg]

(he/him)

Can we get some content for the guys who want an average size belly, a healthy pregnancy, and a partner who would die for them? I’m such a fan of the partners who would move mountains for their pregnant spouse, the ones who would cup and knead their lightly-swollen chests, the ones who would be out the door at 2 am to bring them whatever it is they’re craving. Basically, I’m just a huge admirer of above-average knocker-uppers.

Absolutely! Those kinds of guys are the best. ❤️ Not everything has to be kinky or sex-driven, and I really should make a point of writing more of the soft, sweet stuff like this.

You're in our bedroom staring at the mirror again, shifting back and forth to look at yourself from all angles. You don't realize that I'm leaning against the doorframe watching you, at least not yet, and I'm content to leave it that way for now.

You're gorgeous, did you know that? I try to tell you as often as I can, but sometimes the sight of you leaves me speechless. Like now, as you edge past your eighth month of pregnancy with our first child. You've been carrying small this whole time, so your belly's been a lot less noticeable than others we've seen, but it's still prominent enough to recognize it for what it is.

You turn to the side, frowning at the bulge of your middle and the tiny knob tenting your shirt where your navel has started to pop. I know that it bugs you and makes you feel self-conscious, but I love it. Just like I love all of you.

You'd just started tugging the hem of your shirt up to expose the taut skin and dark tummy curls that I adore when I wrap my arms around you from behind. You jump, startled, but then quickly settle back as I cup and stroke your abdomen. Your eyes close in bliss as I lift your belly up just enough to relieve some of the strain on your back, and I feel the little one kick my palm in gratitude.

It's not been easy, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Those first few weeks with the morning sickness from hell were hard, but I brushed your hair out of your eyes and cradled you while you alternated between heaving and sobbing. It broke my heart to see you so hungry but unable to keep anything down, and so tired and cranky that you cursed me for knocking you up in the first place. Days spent living on crackers and Seven-Up weren't fun, but we made it through, didn't we?

Then your milk started to come in, leaving your chest puffy and sore. The pressure got so bad that you didn't want me anywhere near it, but I eventually convinced you to let me help. How many nights did we lay spooned in bed together while I massaged your aching chest or held warm compresses against your leaking nipples? You kept telling me how sorry you were for keeping me up, and how embarrassed it made you feel, but I didn't mind. How could I, when all I wanted was to take care of you?

The food cravings were interesting, I'll give you that. The 2 AM runs for wings, strawberry yogurt, pickles, and lemons left me facing many a confused cashier, and some days I came back grumpy and overtired, but the pure joy on your face when I handed you your food always made the bad feelings melt away. I'm only glad that you didn't offer to share some of the combinations you discovered along the way. Hot sauce over ice cream just isn't for me.

You're groaning now, the relief from my gentle touch melting the tension from your body. I chuckle and kiss your cheek, teasing you about making such suggestive noises, but you just snort and stick out your tongue instead of replying. It's late and we're both tired, and the baby's been keeping you up a lot lately, so neither of us is expecting any sort of hanky-panky.

And that's fine. Holding you while you fall asleep with our baby in your belly? I couldn't ask for more than that.

[sparklingchim]

fiery mornings; m | pjm

pairing: jimin × reader

word count: 3k

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, idol!jimin

warnings: swearing, fingering, protected sex, some breast play

summary: waking up with jimin, but add a little spice to it 🌶

a/n: hello lovely people! i didn't proof read this because it's almost midnight for me now and i'm really tired but luckily tomorrow is saturday 😴 i hope you like it! and have a good morning, day, evening or night❤ i'm heading to bed now💤

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The sun peeking through the curtains and encasing the room with crumbs of light is what wakes you up.

These stupid blinds - that you hated as soon as you slept over at Jimin's place for the first time - were not doing their job properly. The sun overflowing his room every damn morning woke up everytime. You'd like to get more sleep because - let's not lie - Jimin and you don't go to sleep very early with both your needy and touchy hands when you lay in bed at night time. However, Jimin didn't care about your aversion against the blinds - he wasn't the one waking up due to them though... - and said something about them looking cozy and domestic.

You really tried to erase the thought of just ripping them down and buying him some new ones that don't let any sunlight shine so annoyingly in the room, but you hold back. But it's really tempting...

You stretch your arm to the nightstand, tapping on your phone to see what time it is. 7 am? Oh, how bad you want to rip these blinds off.

Nonetheless, the warmness of the sheets that you're both tucked under and Jimin's body radiating a comforting glow around you makes you stay in bed.

Jimin's arm is loosely wrapped around your stomach, his body pressed against you from the back. You glance back at him, his nose pressed against your spine and eyes still closed. Your heart softens at that doting sight, seeing him innocently sleeping. No worries in his mind, but only disguising his features in a tranquil state. Jimin is finally able to gett as much rest as he wants and needs after coming home from the tour.

You push some strands of his hair that are falling into his face away. The need to place kisses all over his puffy adorable face looms inside you, but you stop yourself from doing that, so you don't ruin his peaceful slumber that he's currently in.

Instead you could prepare some breakfast for him, so when he decides do wake up he has a delicious meal prepared for him. You think of some dishes that you could cook even though just staying in bed with him felt more enticing which also leads you to grab your phone despite your original plan to get up and start cooking breakfast. But there was no need to rush, Jimin won't wake up for approximately three more hours.

As you take your phone from the night stander you suddenly feel Jimin's grip on your stomach tighten. He lets out some displeased grunts, like a little child not pleased with something. You softly smile, rubbing soothing strokes with your thumb on his arm that's wrapped around you. Jimin nuzzles his face deeper into your back, sighing out in satisfaction.

God, he is so adorable.

You occupy yourself with your phone, checking social media and maybe salivating at some pictures from Jimin that you come across.

20 minutes pass, before you decide that it's time to start the day and prepare some breakfast for your boyfriend who still snoozes behind you, gaining all of his energy back after working so hard for months.

But then you feel something.

Eyebrows scrunched together, you try to make out what could possibly be poking you in this cuddly bed.

Oh.

Only spending a second on looking out for an answer to your oblivious question, you find the possible solution for that.

Jimin early-glory made it's appearance by being pressed against your butt, letting you feel his hard muscle.

Yeah, it was definitely about time to get up.

But when you prop myself up on your elbow, still laying on your side, you hear a muffled complaining sound behind you. To emphasize his need, Jimin's hold tightens on your belly again, just like he did before, though this time you actually attempted to leave the bed.

You squeeze his arm lightly to beguile him into letting you go. ,,I'm gonna make us breakfast, Minnie," you say whispering, tilting your head sideways, so you're able to look at Jimin. His eyes remain close, only parting is plump lips to mutter a little 'no'. You sigh out, head falling back onto the pillow. ,,It's not gonna take long," you try to convince him, even though the dishes you plan to cook would take a bit longer than normally.

,,Stay with me." Jimin's hoarse and raspy voice uttering its first full sentence this morning.

Then you seek to wiggle yourself out of his embrace, but it's pointless, because letting you go isn't even up for a debate in Jimin's mind.

,,Then there's no breakfast for you," you utter in defeat. Jimin doesn't answer, suddenly placing soft kisses over the crook of your neck. His sudden sweet kisses cause goose bumps spread all over your body, the tingling feeling automatically relaxing you, although laying in bed with Jimin is already so calming.

,,I'm only hungry for you right now," he says. Your cheeks flush at that cheesy comment, but luckily he can't see your reaction towards his words, knowing he would be smirking and teasing the shit out of you. Jimins usual cute and endearing way of waking up is vanished and instead he pulled out his charms to make you melt for him.

Jimins hand traces over your clothed stomach, heading down to you leg to stroke his fingers up to your thigh, pushing his shirt that you're wearing slightly up. His feather light touch induces shivers down your spine. The accentuating tension effects your whole composure, evoking you into pushing your ass back onto his bulge which results in Jimins body stiffening behind you. The impetuous act caught him off guard, but he relishes in the satisfying friction, coaxing him into the blissful thrill he was all too familiar with.

,,You want this?" Jimins tone was low, turning you on even more.

,,Yes, please," you beg, grinding your ass on his hard length. You both breath heavily, the pleasure building in a fast pace.

Soon your pussy burns in need, desiring to be filled with his huge cock. Your movements of his dick gliding through your clothes pussy makes your wetter by the seconds. It doesn't require much till Jimin has enough of the teasing rubbing and shoves the comforter away from your bodies.

,,I love you," Jimin murmurs, placing little kisses over your neck once again. He gently sucks at your skin, only for a brief moment though, not wanting to cause a mark on your flesh before he darts his tongue out and licks over the slightly flush skin.

,,I love you too," you reply breathless. You don't stop your ministrations. You can't desist when the sensation of his cock was getting you so riled up, brewing you into so much pleasure. Last night you were sceptical when Jimin didn't put on any clothes after your little rendezvous, but it really had its perks having him naked behind you.

Jimin hand wanders further, fingers toying with the side of your panty. Once his fingers get a hold of the thin material, he pushes them down in a swift motion. You help him to get the panties completely off and toss them away with your feet. Jimins hand lifts your leg up a bit, his hand hovering over your warmth, but not attempting to do anything yet. You fuss beneath him, craving his touch.

,,Are you sore from last night?"

,,No." You are. But not too much and your mind is too clogged up with the anticipation that builds for the pleasurable feeling Jimin is able to give you.

,,You're sure?"

,,Yeah, please touch me."

At your wish Jimins finger rubs up and down over your slit, coating his finger with my arousal. A little moan escapes your mouth. You enjoy the feeling of his digit touching your slick folds, gathering all your juices. When you feel his thumb circling your swollen sensitive bud, your legs tremble and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. Jimins index finger makes it way into your entrance. Your aching walls immediately clench around it, acting as needy as ever.

,,Shit," Jimin curses under his breath. ,,You're always so ready for me, baby." How could you not when a men like that was laying next to you in bed?

You let out a strangled moan when he plunges another finger inside you, his pace slow but steady. Jimin crooks his fingers, hitting that lovely spot every time he shoves his fingers back inside your quivering hole.

,,Just like that," you pant, your hand gripping his arm between your legs. Jimins fingers pick up on speed, your moaning spurring him on.

It doesn't take a lot of time till he gets you at that certain point, the familiar knot in your stomach growing quickly. Your body chases after your high, but you desperately want to cum on his cock, so you squeeze his arm gently and Jimin slows his pace.

,,I- I want to cum on your cock," you manage to say and he stops moving his fingers, withdrawing them after. Your body instantly misses the penetration and you whine at the loss of contact.

,,Shh, I'm gonna give it to you, baby," he soothes you, propping himself on his arm to slightly hover over you. You shift your head to see his awaken state for the first time that morning.

Jimins hair hangs into his forehead again, a tired but sincere smile on his face and his eyes puffy from his sleep. A smile immediately appears on your lips at when you look into his loving eyes, his whole being radiating so much comfort and contentment.

With Jimin you felt like it was you final destination. There was nothing else in this world that could give you more than what he was capable of giving you. Nothing in this world could compare to Jimins love. His love was tightly swathed around you and never vanished since the day you both knew that the tension between you was more than just a friendship. No day would pass in which he wouldn't jostle all his adoration to you and show you how much you meant to him. Jimin could never get tired of showering you in all the devotion he has allocated for you, he loved you after all.

You lace your fingers through his soft hair and for a few seconds it stays like that, pushed back on his head, but then it falls down onto his forehead again. Jimin stays still and watches how you play with his hair, until he can't prolong his desperate need to get some friction on his throbbing cock.

,,Can your grab a condom?" he asks and pecks your forehead briefly. You nod and quickly turn to the nightstand on your side, fishing a condom out of the drawer. You hand it to him and rips the package, doing fast work in wrapping the plastic around his member and tossing the useless package somewhere behind his back.

Jimin preps a few kisses on your jawline, making his way to your lips and every so gently capturing your mouth into a tender kiss. You share a passionate and slow kiss together, savouring the moment of being together again after being apart for months. He dips his tongue in, both of your wet muscles tangling tighter.

When you both need to break the kiss, Jimin doesn't intend to go for another, but raises your leg higher and alignes the tip of his cock on your entrance.

,,Oh my God," you breath out.

Jimin slides his cock up and down your folds, gathering your arousal before he's back on your entrance, slowly pushing in. He breathes heavily, your tight walls latching onto his cock so securely. The more his thick length sinks inside your needy warmth, the presence of the soreness from yesterday night makes itself perceptible. Jimin stretches your walls till he's completely buried inside of you. He stills once he's balls deep in, giving you time to adjust to his size.

,,You're good, baby?" he makes sure, looking you in the eyes. You nod slowly, the feeling of his dick being completely in making it hard to let out any words.

When there's still no attempt of moving from Jimin, you tap his arm that has a hold of your leg in the air. ,,Go on please," you whisper, needing to feel his deep thrusts.

After he hears your wish, desperation lingering in your voice, Jimin bottoms out till only his tip is left inside, but quickly pushes back again. The longing feeling finally getting stilled with his tangy thrusts. Jimin continues his movements, his hips snapping faster and faster from behind you and you just feels so good.

,,Lift your leg for me," he instructs, before leaving his hold on your leg to slide his fingers under your - well, technically his- shirt and palms your breast. Jimin pinches and rolls your nipples between his digits, coaxing louder moans out of you. He furrows his eyebrows, you sweet tones prodding him more on. He relishes in the fact that he is the one making you feel this way, making you moan so sweetly for his hear only. Jimin lets out breathy moans, his pace rapid and hard.

Your hand wanders around his neck, tucking at his hair and he answers with soft groans. Then you push the back of his head closer to yours, pressing your lips against his plush ones and kissing him hungrily. You feel yourself getting closer, you're body reaching your high in a short span of time. Of course Jimin feels it, your walls clenching around his member and greedily wanting to milk him are way too obvious. You retract from the kiss, shutting your eyes close when all the sensations overcome you. Jimin lets go of your breast to nestle his hand between your thighs and soon you feel his thumb circling on your clit.

,,Cream all over me," Jimin murmurs.

The added pleasure on your sensitive bud makes you mewl, biting your lip really hard.

The slick sounds of your pussy getting hammered by Jimins cock and his skin slapping against yours fill the room. Combined with your moans and his breathy sound, makes you so much hornier and all you want to do is to cum around his big cock.

,,I'm- I'm gonna cum!" you warn him, the knot in your stomach getting so close to finally snap.

,,Me too," he pants, his thrusts going faster.

Jimins length kisses your cervix every time his hips shoot back into you. ,,Shit, look at me."

Your head instantly tilts to him, meeting his eyes that were already locked on your face. Your eyebrows knit together, the sharp thrusts of his body making you so close to reach your end. Jimin sinks his teeth into his plump bottom lip, never breaking the intense eye contact with you. Fuck, he looked so hot and stunning.

After a few more hard and deep thrusts, your climax approaches and your hand wanders to his shoulder, digging your nails into his skin. Your legs start to tremble and his hand that was playing with your clit, leaves the wet place to hold your leg up when you have trouble keeping it high because of all the  sensations shooting in your body.

,,Jimin!" you cry, heavy pants following.

It doesn't take long for him to come undone too - only a few thrusts later he spills his cum into the condom, making you feel the way he twitches your quivering hole. Jimin groans loud and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, letting go of holding my leg up. And just like that you both lay there - breathing heavily, bodies fully spent and coming down from your high.

Jimins hand wander to your face, cupping your cheek and rubbing soothing strokes with his thumb on your flush skin. He plants a few kisses on your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Your body tingles, his breath fanning over your skin creating goose bumps over it.

Ever so slowly he bottoms his now softened length out of your walls, your sensitiveness causing you to shiver.

,,It's okay baby, I've got you," he coos, giving your cheek a peck.

You turn around, now laying on your back and looking into his brown orbs. They have this beautiful glisten in them, making me feel like I'm safe when I'm with him. His eyes are full of love. And he could say the same to you.

You both exchange some more smooches here and there, being all cuddly and acting like you didn't already say I love you for a hundred of times in the past already. Your heart flutters every time he says something sweet, grazes his fingers over your skin or plasters sweet kisses all over you.

After some time Jimin stands up, discarding the condom in a bin and throws some boxers on. Then he grabs tissues and comes back to the bed, digging his knee on the mattress and spreading your legs. He tugs your shirt up to clean you and when Jimin is done with that  he pushes the white fabric down again.

,,I'm definitely not gonna prepare breakfast now," you say when he turns around to get rid of the dirty tissue.

,,I can do it," Jimin answers, turning to you again. His abs were on full display and you can't prevent yourself from looking at his firm chest before looking into his eyes again.

,,Mhm, you can?" you cock an eyebrow.

,,You don't think I'm able to make the same breakfast as you?" he asks back.

,,Of course I think you can to it, babyy," you  tease him and giggle after he furrows his eyebrows, an angry pout displayed on his lips.

,,I'm gonna show you," he says competitively and leaves the room, making his way to the kitchen.

And yes, he did indeed show you.

In fact, he showed you the burned rice he attempted to cook.

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haikyuu boys as expecting fathers

characters: TimeSkip!Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kōtarō, & Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a Fem!Pregnant!Reader

warnings: pregnant reader and mentions of having a baby so pls be mindful if this makes you dysphoric or if you’re not in a good headspace for it. But otherwise, it’s all fluff so I hope it makes you guys smile!

a/n: everyone around me irl is having babies so here is the result of that LOL i love cute stories about expecting families and shit. All of these are obviously with TimeSkip! characters! And none of the following gifs are mine so credits to the original creators! Hope you guys like it :) 

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Tsukishima loves to tease the shit out of you, and that hasn’t really changed since you started getting bigger. But now, he’ll hide your cravings in the top shelves of the pantry so you have to make him come get it. He can’t help it, it’s that angry pouty look in your eyes - he’s so in love with you, even when you look like you’re about to murder him.

But despite him hiding everything you could possibly crave, he is an absolute sweetheart. He calls his mom every now and then to update her about you and the baby, probably asks about what she liked when she was pregnant. She tells him stories about liking to read to him and his brother, or how she enjoyed a nice bath if she was particularly sore that day. She even joked that she found it really hard to put her shoes on so typically she just wore slippers or easy to slip on shoes.

Cut to the next day, you wake up to Tsukishima reading a book of dinosaur facts to your belly. He’s not so much reading it as he is disputing and/or explaining further the facts that are written in it. He doesn’t notice you wake up while he waves away the book and states, “It’s fine. When you’re here, I’ll just bring you to my museum and I’ll show you in person. I can sneak you out of daycare, just don’t tell your mom.”

You had hoped to be able to keep your independence for longer than this, but found yourself struggling to properly put on your shoes. You huffed, muttering something to your unborn kid about how you’d hold this over their heads forever, and just waddled about with the backs of your shoes folded under your heel. Tsukishima raised an eyebrow as he noticed, waiting for you to sit down in the car before holding the door open and bending down to properly put your shoes on.

“Kei, what’re you doing?” You laughed, watching him swiftly tie up your laces. “They’re fine, they’re old shoes anyways.”

“If you wear your shoes like that, you’ll fall and hurt yourself,” he shrugged. “I can’t have you hurting the little Tsukishima just because you can’t put your shoes on.”

His expression was the same plain emotionless face as usual, but you smiled anyways because here he was, kneeling in front of you and helping you with what is supposed to be a simple task.

The day went on as usual, but you definitely weren’t prepared for your husband to call you into the bathroom and display the little bath he had drawn you with your favourite candle lit.

“Did you do something?” You asked him with narrow eyes, making him scoff.

He rolled his eyes, helping you out of your clothes gently, “Am I really such a bad husband that you think I’d have to be feeling guilty to be nice to you?”

You thought about it for a moment before nodding playfully, “Yup. So what did you do?” You laugh and he just flicks your forehead before helping you into the tub.

You watch as he smirks a bit, holding your chin for a second and watching your eyes, “Well I’m the reason you got knocked up so I supposed I have to take care of you don’t I?”

He doesn’t hold that sultry teasing look on his face for too long, especially when you splash him with water, drenching every part of him you could reach 😂.

Bokuto is in a PANIC the closer you get to the due date. You once just felt a bit tired after vacuuming and the boy thought you holding your front meant you were going into early labour.

“I’VE GOT THE CAR KEYS BUT I CAN’T FIND MY WALLET!!! BABE HAVE YOU SEEN NY WALLET? I CAN’T REMEMBER WHERE I PUT IT. OMG WHAT IF THEY WONT TAKE US IN. WHAT IF THERE ARE SO MANY BABIES BEING BORN WE CANT GET IN. I KNEW I SHOULD’VE TAKEN A CLASS ON BIRTHING BABIES!”

You let him run around because he honestly is so entertaining to watch while panicking. He pouts about it later, talking shit about you to your belly, “Your mom’s a big meanie. You need to be born quick so we can team up on her okay?”

“Kōtarō! Don’t you dare try to turn my baby against me!” You laughed, swatting at his head.

Man is overly prepared for any sort of situation. He already set up all the safety baby measures, like corner cushions and outlet covers, though now he’s considering locking up all the knives into a cupboard.

“Kōtarō... how am are supposed to cook like this?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at the lack of your sharp cooking knives.. and the butter knives.

The grown man just poured some more, “I gotta keep both my babies safe alright? I’ll cut everything for you so you don’t cut yourself.”

Except for the fact that Bokuto is definitely more accident prone than you are and has a few bandaids on his fingers now.

As an expecting dad, Bokuto found himself getting more and more teary eyed at any situation that involved a family or a baby. Whether that was just seeing kids and families play in the park that the two of you walked past sometimes, or seeing a commercial for diapers with happy bouncy babies, you would turn to see a misty-eyed Bokuto who would then turn to you and wrap you in a tight squeeze.

He was beyond excited at this point to meet your little baby - he wanted to know what they would look like. The perfect mix between the most perfect woman in the world and him, who was pretty cool thank you very much. This baby was going to be the cutest most amazing kid ever, who would definitely play a really great game of volleyball, Bokuto was sure of it.

Let’s be honest though, pregnancy is not an easy journey. Bokuto loved seeing you grow the baby but he knew that it was a difficult process for you. You were always sore and at the beginning you were always sick. And there were some days where you literally didn’t feel attractive or beautiful at all, but Bokuto would praise you as high as he always did regardless.

“You are the most perfect lady I have ever laid eyes on. The most gorgeous being to ever walk this universe!” He told you one day, pressing kisses all over your face as you laid across a couch.

“Thanks,” you tried to give him a smile - you always appreciated his compliments, even if you didn’t necessarily agree.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you with a small frown, noting your forced smile.

“I just… feel bleh. Not at all like how you’re saying I look,” you admitted with a small smile.

Bokuto’s eyes grew wide in shock, jumping over the couch to sit down on the floor next to you. He clasped your hands in his, pressing kissing to them gently as well. “I know you might not feel it… but I hope you know that I still think it. I don’t even have to force it. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, and that hasn’t changed even though your body is changing a bit. I don’t need you to wear the most perfect makeup or the best dress for me to think you’re gorgeous. You’re perfect just laying here in my old sweats and I’m happy that I get to come home to see you like this every day,” he grinned, touching your cheek affectionately.

You loved this man. He was so sweet to you in every way possible. But sometimes…. sometimes his sweetness just went a little too overboard. You tried to insist to him that you were pregnant but that didn’t mean you couldn’t do anything. Man refuses to let you do anything for yourself. No lifting boxes, no lifting anything in fear that you might hurt your back.

“Kōtarō, it’s just my purse,” you tried to point out in a laugh, trying to reach it as he held it above your head.

“Nope! Not happening. What if you hurt yourself?”

“... with my purse?”

“Ya!”

“Kōtarō, I have to go shopping for food or we won’t have anything to eat. And baby needs to eat!”

“Well I’ll come with you then!”

“You’ve got practice!”

“It’s fine, I’ll tell them I’ll practice another time! My perfect wife and baby come first,” he’d grin at you and insist on opening all the doors as you two made your way to the car. You fall in love with this man more and more every day, even if he keeps stealing things from your hands.

Ushijima is a really nervous new dad, even if you can’t really tell from his stoic expression. He listens intently to all of the parenting advice people give, bought a few books about newborns, and has hundreds of tabs on his laptop of ranging topics from baby products people insist are necessary, mommy blogs about what is important to do when pregnant, and research that he doesn’t quite understand but feels is important nonetheless.

Ushijima isn’t necessarily a man of words all the time, so you were surprised to find that he started to talk a lot more after finding out that your child could hear him.

“You don’t have to play volleyball if you don’t want to,” he told them quietly one day while the two of you were on the couch. It came so out of the blue that you actually thought he was talking to you.

“Hm?”

“... do you think they’d want to play volleyball?” He asked you sheepishly, glancing at you with a shy expression.

You thought about it for a moment and slowly started to smile, “Well they’ll be attending every single one of your games so I’m sure they’ll be at least interested in learning!”

Ushijima nodded and you watched as a soft smile graced his face. You kept your eyes on him for just a moment longer, seeing a flicker of uncertainty on him.

“Wakatoshi, don’t you dare think for one second you’ll be a bad dad,” you warned him, poking his side and making him jump from surprised.

He stared at you for a moment, blinking, “You know what I’m thinking?”

“I know that you’ve been worried about being a good dad ever since I told you I was pregnant. I know that you’re nervous about being the kind of dad you always wanted to have growing up. I know because I’m terrified of being a good mom too,” you admitted with a nervous sort of smile, interlacing your fingers together. “We’ll be okay together though.”

Ushijima nodded and hummed softly, “We’ll have to take them to France.”

“France??”

“Satori wants to meet them too. He said he would make them chocolate.”

It wouldn’t just be the baby that Satori is constantly trying to spoil, but you as well. He sends over packages of his chocolate for you to try, grinning ear to ear when you call him for a catch-up call.

“Do you like them?” Tendō asked, and you could hear him humming to himself as he moved around a kitchen.

“I love them! But you’re going to make us fat if you keep sending them! They’re much too yummy for me to stop eating!” You laughed, eyes wandering to the kitchen where you knew you still had a few bits of his chocolate left.

“No no no no. I’m just trying to make sure your baby is a cute healthy plump baby! They’ll grow nice and strong!”

It always made you smile, knowing that all these people who loved your husband wanted to love you and the baby as well. Even Ushijima’s new teammates would come by and bring snacks or anything they thought might aid you in your pregnancy. Though, Kageyama wasn’t really sure what pregnant people or babies liked, so he just brought a whole bag of the milk boxes he liked.

“You’ve got to grow big and strong so that I can defeat you in volleyball one day. I can’t defeat your dad right now… cause he’s on my team. But I’ll defeat an Ushijima one day for sure,” he muttered to your belly with a fierce intensity in your eyes that made you laugh, making his ears turn red as he realized that you also heard him (Kageyama, the baby is attached to her, of course she heard you lol).

As it neared your due date, Ushijima prepared himself mentally every passing day. He wanted to be 110% ready so he went over your birthing plan mentally at least 10 times a day and reread over all the articles and information he had gathered over the months. He wanted to be the best father possible, but you insisted to him that you weren’t worried about this at all. After all, he was already the best husband you could ever have asked for.

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