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Heavy

NO SPOILERS!!! I AM NOT DONE WITH THE SERIES!!! I WILL BLOCK YOU!!! THIS IS FIC IS MY OWN TAKE/VERSION!!!

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this fic contains: mpreg

ship: e.ruri ( l.evi X e.rwin -- AOT ) -- h.ange z.oe, e.ren j.aegar, a.rmin a.rlet, j.ean k.irsten mention

TLDR: l.evi is heavily pregnant with him and e.rwin's baby. other members of the squad react to the size of l.evi's belly compared to his small stature.

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden hue over the training grounds where the Survey Corps members were diligently honing their skills with the ODM gear. Among them stood Levi Ackerman, squad captain, who was monitoring their training sessions with a watchful eye. He stood, watching the scouts rush through the air with one hand gently cradling his swollen belly. Levi was 9 months pregnant with Erwin and his child, and despite being heavily pregnant with Erwin's child, Levi refused to let his condition hinder his duties. At least monitoring training sessions isn’t too strenuous on his body. With a steely determination, he oversaw the training, his sharp eyes missing nothing. As he watched the trainees maneuver through the air with their ODM gear, a familiar voice broke through his concentration.

"Levi, sir?"

Turning slightly, Levi saw Eren Jaeger, one of the Corps' most promising members, approaching him with a curious expression.

"What is it, Jaeger?" Levi replied, his tone clipped.

“I was just wondering, um,” Eren hesitated for a moment before asking, “You’re the squad captain and all, but… you’re not going to be coming with us on duty, right? I mean, it’s not safe – you’re pregnant, and isn't it difficult for you to move around with that belly? It looks heavy, and you’re so short, would you even be able to… get around?”

Levi's eyebrows furrowed, a flash of irritation crossing his features. He was used to the stares, the whispers, the questions about his pregnancy, but coming from someone like Eren, it annoyed him.

"It's none of your business," Levi snapped, his voice sharp.

Eren's expression softened, realizing he might have overstepped. "I-I didn't mean to offend you, sir. I was just curious – "

"Yeah, well, curiosity killed the cat, Jaeger. Mind your own damn business."

With that, Levi turned his attention back to the training session, effectively dismissing Eren. But as he watched the recruits darting through the air, his mind couldn't help but wander back to Eren's question.

…

Levi navigated the bustling dining hall of the Survey Corps headquarters, his swollen belly drawing occasional glances from his men. He approached the line, one hand gently rubbing the side of his protruding stomach, attempting to ease the restlessness of his baby. As he let out a long, drawn-out sigh, he reached for a plate of food to put on his tray. However, he sensed someone approaching him. Turning his head, he found Armin Arlert standing behind him with a gentle smile.

"Hi, sir," Armin greeted softly. “We’ve got quite the dinner tonight, hm? Something other than pieces of bread and meat for once!”

“I suppose so,” Levi responded flatly.

Armin grinned, his blue eyes filled with genuine curiosity and care. "How's the pregnancy treating you?”

Levi paused. "It's... going," Levi replied tersely, his gaze flickering to his swollen belly for a moment before returning to Armin.

Armin nodded understandingly. "I can only imagine how difficult it must be, but you seem to be handling it well.” Armin’s own gaze flickered to Levi's protruding belly before returning to meet his eyes. "You're carrying quite a burden, both figuratively and literally."

Levi shrugged, trying to dismiss Armin.

But Armin wasn't so easily deterred. "Is it difficult for you, carrying the baby with your... uh, small frame?"

As Levi filled his plate with food, Levi's jaw tightened, a flicker of annoyance flashing in his eyes. He was tired of people commenting on his size, as if his stature defined his capability as a parent.

"It's not exactly a walk in the park," Levi growled.

Armin nodded quickly, his expression sympathetic. "Oh, okay – Well, if there's anything I can do to help, just let me know, sir.” And with that, the blonde quickly rushed away, plate in hand.

…

In the heart of the Survey Corps headquarters, Levi and Hange Zoë huddled over a table covered in maps and strategic diagrams. They were deep in discussion, their minds focused on the task at hand—planning the next operation against the Titans. As they debated tactics and contingencies, Hange couldn't help but stare at the large bulge beneath Levi's uniform. Despite the urgency of their mission, curiosity got the better of her, and she couldn't resist bringing it up.

"Hey, Levi, can I ask you something?"

Levi raised an eyebrow, accustomed to Hange's tendency to veer off-topic. "Make it quick. We don't have all day."

Hange grinned, undeterred by Levi's curt response. "How's the pregnancy going? Is the little one kicking up a storm in there?"

Another question about his pregnancy. Levi wanted to slam his head into the table, but he resisted. Although, another look of annoyance riddled his face as he glared at Hange. “It’s fine.”

Hange's eyes sparkled with curiosity, their scientific mind clearly intrigued by Levi's condition. "Fascinating! Have you experienced any complications? Any unusual symptoms? It’s just that, I’ve never seen a man pregnant before!”

Levi shook his head, the annoyance now creeping into his voice. "None of your business. Now, can we focus on the task at hand?"

“It must be doubly challenging for someone as... vertically challenged as yourself,” Hange giggled, ignoring Levi’s question.

Levi blinked at their choice of words, the scowl crossing his features deepened. He was used to people poking fun at his height, but coming from Hange, it felt particularly grating.

"Watch it, Hange," Levi warned, his tone laced with annoyance. "I may be short, but I can still kick your ass from here to Wall Maria."

Hange giggled again, undeterred by Levi's threats. "I wouldn't doubt it for a second!”

…

The crisp night air enveloped Levi Ackerman as he stepped outside the walls of the Survey Corps headquarters. The sky was dark, and he was just about to return back to his bunk with Erwin. His thin hands cradled his large stomach as he walked, desperate to lay down. His heavily pregnant belly strained against his uniform.

However, his moment of tranquility was interrupted by the stumbling figure of Jean Kirstein, clearly inebriated and wearing a foolish grin.

"Levi!" Jean slurred, his words slurred as he approached. "What are you doing out here?"

“Kirstein. Shouldn't you be in bed?" Levi tsked.

Jean ignored Levi's retort, his gaze fixated on Levi's protruding abdomen, a lopsided grin etching his features. "What's with the beach ball you're carrying around?"

Levi's expression hardened as he regarded Jean, irritation simmering beneath the surface. He was in no mood for the drunken antics of his fellow soldier, especially when it came to his pregnancy. He wanted nothing more than to put Jean in his place, to remind him of the respect owed to a superior officer, pregnant or not. But he knew that losing his temper wouldn't solve anything. And so, ignoring Jean's taunts, Levi attempted to walk away, but Jean persisted, blocking his path with an unsteady stance.

“When are you due, huh?” Jean asked.

Levi continued to ignore him.

"Come on, Levi, don't be like that," Jean slurred, his laughter grating on Levi's nerves. "I'm just curious. How does it feel to carry that thing around all day?”

"Listen here, Kirstein,” Levi growled. “I may be pregnant, but I'm still your superior officer. Show some respect, or I'll have you cleaning latrines for the next month."

Jean stumbled backward, his drunken bravado faltering in the face of Levi's authoritative presence. "S-Sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. Just... curious, that's all."

Levi watched as Jean turned and stumbled away, spotting Connie in the distance. Jean called out to him, rushing toward him with an unbalanced gait. Levi couldn't help but feel a sense of exhaustion wash over him—the physical toll of his pregnancy compounded by the emotional strain of dealing with insensitive remarks.

…

"Levi, how are you feeling?"

"Levi, when's the due date?"

"Levi, are you sure you should be working in your condition?"

The questions grated Levi’s nerves, each one a reminder of the undeniable truth that he was heavily pregnant with his boyfriend Erwin's baby. That night, Levi eventually made it back to his and Erwin’s bunk. Shutting the door with a loud slam, Levi waddled over to and fell onto the couch. Though he heaved a sigh of relief, sinking onto the couch with a weary groan. He rubbed his aching back, feeling the weight of the baby pressing against his ribs. He shifted uncomfortably, his swollen and heavily pregnant belly protruding noticeably beneath his shirt.

Erwin entered the room from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist and wearing a white t-shirt. His expression softened at the sight of Levi's exhaustion. "Hey, love. Rough day?"

Levi grunted in response, but then followed up, "I’m bloated, huge, achy, uncomfortable… And I can’t take two steps without someone bombarding me with questions about this damn belly, asking me if it’s heavy. Damn it, it is heavy. I feel like a beached whale.”

Erwin made a noise, approaching Levi. The blonde leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Levi's forehead before kneeling, letting his lips trail down to his belly. He pressed another kiss there, his touch gentle and reverent, and let his large calloused hand rest on the surface of Levi’s large belly. His thumb traced soothing circles on Levi's abdomen. Levi’s belly swelled outwards, a rounded curve that stretched the fabric of his shirt snugly against his skin. Erwin then gently lifted the hem of his shirt. The skin over his abdomen was smooth, though marked with faint red lines. Beneath the surface, the baby stirred, causing ripples across the surface of Levi's belly.

"You're glowing, though,” Erwin murmured. “Pregnancy suits you."

“This is obviously your kid, he’s about the same size as you,” Levi snorted, and rolled his eyes. “I need to shower. I don’t know why I sat down, I’ll never be able to get back up on my own.”

Erwin stood and reached a gentle hand out, helping Levi up from the couch. Levi grunted as his hands quickly maneuvered to hold the sides of his giant belly, rubbing it absentmindedly. Erwin shifted closer, his arms encircling Levi as he leaned in to press a tender kiss against his temple.

"Let me help you," the commander murmured. “It must be heavy.”

As soon as Levi was about to snap at Erwin, Erwin positioned himself behind Levi, his strong arms wrapping around Levi's waist to support the weight of his burgeoning belly. The raven-haired man paused, then sighed in relief as the pressure eased, leaning back into Erwin's embrace, melting into his arms.

“That feels good, Smith,” Levi whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

Erwin chuckled softly, fingers massaging and tracing soothing circles over Levi's swollen abdomen. The pair stood in comfortable silence for a while, basking in each other’s presence.

#aot mpreg #aot belly #a.ttack on titan #attack on t.itan #a.ot #l.evi ackerman #l.evi a.ckerman #mpreg #mpreg fic #e.rwin smith #e.rwin s.mith

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dangantums · 16 days

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we are so back

hey :)

im baked as hell and at the end of my work week and its almost 4 am. i drew so many self indulgent things that will never see the light of internet :,3c

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dangantums · 20 days

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A Feast for the Eyes

take this fic as an apology for being gone for so long,,,,,,,, *runs away*

this fic contains: stuffing, burps, belly rubs, burst mention, not nsfw but spicy!!!

ship: n.aegami

TLDR: b.yakuya invites his father (who is still alive in this fic, ssh) to dinner, and m.akoto is unable to pace himself with dinner.

In the elegant dining room of the Togami estate, Byakuya Togami sat at the head of the table. Next to him was his beloved boyfriend, Makoto Naegi, and across from him, Byakuya’s father. The brunette was obviously nervous, fidgeting with his hands as he glanced around the room. Although Byakuya and his father had a strained and tumultuous relationship, the heir had invited his father to dinner at his house, to finally meet Makoto. The air was still, silence deafening — the only sounds that filled the air were the private chefs placing dish after dish on the table.

Polished silverware gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers and fine china adorned the table. Intricate decorations filled the walls, bathed in the warm glow of the candlelight and light from the chandeliers. The dinner smelled delightful, a vast array of meats, soups, and sides. As well as decadent desserts. Makoto’s anxiety was quickly replaced by anticipation as the aroma of the lavish feast wafted through the air, tempting his senses. The brunette's mouth watered at the sight, but his intense stare at the food was interrupted by Byakuya’s voice.

"Father, I'm pleased you could join us for dinner tonight," Byakuya said, his tone respectful despite the slight scowl that riddled his face, as he addressed his stern-faced father. His father merely nodded in acknowledgment, his attention residing anywhere but Byakuya and Makoto. Byakuya let out a slow sigh before saying, “We can eat now.”

Makoto wasted no time. As the dinner commenced, Makoto tried his best to maintain his composure, though the exquisite delicacies proved to be too tempting to resist. With each bite, he found himself indulging a little more than he intended as his enthusiasm for the cuisine got the better of him. Each delicacy seemed more irresistible than the last, and soon Makoto was indulging in second and third helpings with reckless abandon. The lack of conversation amplified Makoto’s need to fill his mouth. Byakuya watched with a mixture of amusement and concern as Makoto devoured the dishes with gusto, his eyes widening in disbelief at the sheer volume of food his boyfriend was managing to consume. Until he was inevitably pulled away in conversation, as his father finally started to speak to him.

As the dinner wore on, Makoto's initial gusto gave way to discomfort. His stomach began to protest against the abundance of rich foods, and he discreetly unzipped some of his signature jacket — even though it didn’t help in the slightest. Byakuya noticed Makoto's subtle movements and suppressed a smirk. Nevertheless, he refrained from commenting, allowing Makoto to save face in front of his father.

And as the meal drew to a close, Makoto promptly excused himself from the table, his movements slightly sluggish as he attempted to conceal the discomfort that resided in his stomach. Makoto was on the verge of bursting at the seams. With a polite smile, he slowly stood up, hiding his bloated belly, and made his way to the bathroom, hoping to find some much needed relief.

Alone in the lavish bathroom, Makoto groaned in misery, his stomach bloated and protesting from the excessive intake of food. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the white tiles as he hunched over the sink. The brunette quickly unzipped the rest of his jacket and lifted up his tight shirt, exposing his tummy. His stomach groaned audibly, protesting the excessive amount of food as he leaned over the bathroom sink, the bottom of his belly hitting the cold marble. His reflection in the mirror mocked him, showcasing the extent of his discomfort. His belly protruded prominently, distended from the feast. Makoto’s hands instinctively gravitated towards his swollen midsection, palms slowly gliding across the stretched skin. As Makoto tried to compose himself, a sudden burp escaped him, loud and deep, echoing off the bathroom walls. He cringed in embarrassment, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson.

And then the doorknob rattled.

Before Makoto could even think to react, Byakuya swiftly entered the bathroom, the door shutting behind him with a soft click. The pair were silent for a brief moment, before Byakuya’s head turned to look at Makoto. The sight was mesmerizing—a feast for the eyes that left Byakuya's pulse racing with desire. He traced the outline of Makoto's belly with hungry eyes, taking in every detail.

"Well, well… what do we have here?" Byakuya teased, his voice laced with amusement as he caught sight of Makoto's burning cheeks and large, swollen belly.

“B-Byakuya,” was all Makoto could stammer, unable to keep his hands off of his belly. Feeling it’s heft, feeling it’s tautness. A flicker of something unreadable crossed Byakuya’s usually composed features. The way Makoto’s belly protruded sent a surge of excitement through Byakuya, stirring a primal desire within him.

"Makoto," Byakuya said, his voice lower and husky, "I didn't expect to find you… like this."

The pair had been indulging in this kink for awhile now, so overeating was nothing new… but overeating to the point of having to barricade himself in the bathroom? In front of a guest? This was new. And the amount he ate tonight: Makoto had truly outdone himself this time, his large but usually soft stomach distended beyond belief, looking 9 months pregnant, and solid to the touch.

"Poor thing," Byakuya murmured, his hand coming to rest on Makoto's distended belly.

Makoto's breath caught in his throat at the unexpected gesture, his cheeks red with embarrassment. He watched as Byakuya's fingers traced the curve of his bloated belly, eliciting a soft rumble from within. The rumble formed into another deep belch, as Makoto half-heartedly attempted to cover it with one of his hands. His belly was on full display for the heir.

However, Makoto found himself leaning into Byakuya's touch, his bloated belly pressing against his hand as if seeking more of his affection. A soft whine escaped Makoto, eyebrows furrowing as he looked up at Bakuya.

“I cannot believe you,” Byakuya growled playfully, his hand pressing deeper into the taut flesh – massaging harder, exploring further. “I cannot believe you’d have the guts to stuff yourself stupid in front of my father. God, this drives me wild…”

Before Makoto could even think to respond, Byakuya forced Makoto into a tight, passionate kiss. Their lips molded together perfectly, as if they were made for each other. Makoto gasped at the sensation, his skin tingling with anticipation as Byakuya deepened their kiss, letting his tongue slip into the brunette's mouth. Makoto's hands found their way to Byakuya's head, fingers tangling in his hair. Byakuya responded with equal fervor, his arms attempting to wrap around Makoto's waist to pull him close until there was no space left between them – but Makoto’s large belly got in the way. Instead, Byakuya's hands roamed freely over Makoto's body, tracing every curve and contour with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

And as they finally pulled away, breathless and flushed with desire, Makoto found himself lost in the depths of Byakuya's gaze, until the heir got down on his knees. With a gentle caress, Byakuya pressed his lips against the soft expanse of Makoto's stomach. Byakuya's touch was gentle yet possessive. Makoto’s stomach emitted a deep rumble, punctuated by a series of strained burps that escaped his lips involuntarily.

“Oh, ‘Kuya,” Makoto needily whined again, leaning against the bathroom sink to keep himself steady. He needed to sit down, but wow, this feels amazing.

“Makoto,” Byakuya replied breathlessly. "I can't get enough of you – of this." Another kiss, his lips lingering against the warm, soft flesh.

"I-I couldn't help it," Makoto stammered. "I couldn’t help overeating… Everything just looked so delicious, and I... I got carried away… BOOURP! Mmmh, hurts so bad…”

"Oh, I know," the heir murmured, his breath hot against Makoto's skin, the smirk he wore laced in his voice.

Each breath Makoto took felt like an effort, his belly feeling excruciatingly heavy from all of the food. His belly was perfect: the way and old stretch marks littered his gut, the slight flush of his skin, the way his navel dimpled slightly under the weight of his fullness… It was everything Byakuya dreamed of and more.

“I’m going to need you to go to our bedroom,” Byakuya ordered lowly, attempting to look up at Makoto, but his view was blocked by Makoto’s taut stomach. The heir gulped, but continued, “I’m going to tell my father that you aren’t feeling well, so as to not raise any suspicion. When I get back, you better be ready for me. Is that clear?”

“Y-Yes sir,” Makoto whimpered, rubbing the sides of his belly. This was going to be a long night.

#stuffed ronpa #stuffedronpa #fic #belly kink #burps #b.yakuya t.ogami #b.yakuya togami #m.akoto naegi #m.akoto n.aegi #n.aegami #bloated belly #stuffed fic #stuffing kink #weight gain #male wg

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dangantums · 1 month

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Hello 👋 if you're still open for wrightworth rp, I'm interested

HEY!! feel free to dm me!

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dangantums · 1 month

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OHMYOOKJDJNJ

Dirty bulks are a slippery slope, and Mondo seems to be struggling to cut back

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dangantums · 1 month

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sorry y’all — it was my spring break this week and i was hoping to get some requests done, but i’ve just been trying to give myself a much needed break. hopefully i can get some fics or something done next week, send in requests if you have any and i’ll try to get to those too <3

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dangantums · 1 month

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i’m looking,,, i’m looking disrespectfully

"I-I'm sorry, I just... can't seem to stick to my diet."

(Makoto Naegi from Danganronpa)

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dangantums · 2 months

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Taste of Victory

ummmmmmmmmmmmmm very self-indulgent fic again. wahahahah. f.ire e.mblem fans: rise!

also was semi-inspired by this

ship: d.imidue

this fic contains: stuffing, burps, hiccups, belly rubs, burst mention

TLDR: d.imitri leads the b.lue l.ions to yet another victory! a feast just for him ensues, leaving d.edue to take care of the aftermath.

The Blue Lions had emerged victorious once again. With their enemies vanquished and their banners flying high, the group returned to Garreg Mach Monastery triumphant. Among them stood Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, his spear stained with the blood of their foes, his heart pounding with the thrill of victory. His comrades cheered and celebrated around him, their spirits lifted by their hard-won success. They gathered in the grand dining hall of the monastery for a well-deserved feast. A lavish feast that had been prepared in honor of Dimitri's leadership and the bravery of the Blue Lions. The long tables were laden with steaming platters of roast meats, hearty stews, and freshly baked bread – while barrels of ale and wine lined the walls. The tables groaned under the weight of dishes.

Dimitri took his place at the head of the table, his chest swelling with pride as he looked upon his comrades. Next to him, Dedue Molinaro, his loyal companion and partner, offered him a tender smile. Dimitri’s blue eyes sparkled with gratitude as he raised his goblet in a toast to their success.

"To the Blue Lions!" Dimitri proclaimed, his voice ringing out in the dining hall.

The soldiers cheered loudly in response. Plates were filled, wine flowed freely… a sign that dinner had just begun. Dimitri found himself seated at the center of attention and indulging in the bountiful feast, his appetite stirred by the adrenaline of battle and the camaraderie of his friends. Plate after plate of delicacies disappeared before him. Dedue monitored Dimitri with a watchful eye, ensuring that everything was going smoothly – yet he couldn’t help but notice Dimitri's plate endlessly being piled high with food, his appetite seemingly insatiable.

"Dimitri, perhaps you should pace yourself," Dedue suggested.

Dimitri chuckled. "Nonsense, Dedue! Tonight, we celebrate, and what better way to do so than with a feast fit for a king?" Cheers surrounded him once more.

Dedue relented, knowing better than to argue with Dimitri when he was in such high spirits. Instead, he focused his attention on ensuring that his lover had everything he needed, refilling his glass and serving him the best cuts of meat when he could.

But as the night wore on and the feast drew to a close, Dimitri found himself feeling uncomfortably full, his stomach protesting against the sheer volume of food he had eaten. He tried to keep up with the lingering conversations, but his eyes were glossy and he kept having to bite back belches that threatened his throat. With each passing moment, Dimitri's belly seemed to grow heavier, the pressure building within him like a gentle tide. Dedue, who was now cleaning up part of the table, noticed this behavior – but said nothing until the dining hall was empty. Leaving just the two of them alone.

"My prince, are you feeling unwell?" Dedue asked once everyone was gone, concern present in his voice.

The blonde hesitated, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion. He lazily pushed himself back from the table, hands cradling his gut. “I may have eaten too much, Dedue… My stomach feels like it's about to burst.”

Dedue’s heart thumped loudly in his chest, his cheeks growing hot. His eyes remained focused on Dimitri’s form, his gaze unwavering. Dimitri's belly, now filled to the brim with the decadent desserts, took on a pronounced, rock-hard roundness that strained against the fabric of his shirt. What was once a firm and toned abdomen now swelled into a… much more firm and taut mound. The buttons of his shirt strained, threatening to pop open with each breath he took. As Dimitri shifted in the chair, the movement caused his bloated belly to jiggle slightly, eliciting a soft groan from both the prince and his stomach. His hand instinctively reached down to cradle the swollen mound, fingers feathering gentle touches on distended abdomen. Each churn foreshadowed the eventually turning all of the rich food into muscle for the next battle.

And so, Dedue approached Dimitri, his gaze still fixated on Dimitri’s new form. Instinctively, and without asking, Dedue’s large and calloused hands reached down as he began to massage Dimitri's distended abdomen. The prince’s breath hitched, cheeks turning red as he looked away, embarrassed. Why did something that felt so wrong feel so… good?

The taller male continued to work his magic, coaxing the trapped air from Dimitri's belly with gentle kneading motions – a hearty, long belch that echoed through the quiet dining hall. Dedue at first pulled his hands away, eyes widening in surprise from the noise. But as Dimitri nearly melted into the chair from relief, he eagerly placed his hands back on Dimitri’s overworked stomach as he knelt beside him.

“D-Dedue,” Dimitri whimpered as he stifled another burp with the back of his hand. “Please, forrrRRRUUP! Oooagh… Please, f-forgive me…”

Dedue said nothing in response. Instead, he kept going, rubbing circles into Dimitri’s stomach. Dedue leaned closer, pressing a tender kiss to the prince’s forehead before trailing soft kisses down his cheek to his neck.

“Forgive me,” Dimitri whined, again.

"Do not be sorry, Dima," he whispered, his breath warm against Dimitri's skin. The sensation of Dedue's touch and hot breath sent shivers of pleasure down the blonde's spine. Dedue couldn't help but admire the prince's beauty. Even in this vulnerable moment, which was a stark contrast from how Dimitri was before the feast.

A series of hiccups escaped Dimitri’s mouth before he could even think to reply. His eyes shut tight, his own hands cupping the sides of his overworked belly, feeling the remainder of the pent-up gas he had bit back earlier. Soon, however, the burps bubbled up from his throat as Dedue continued to kneed his gut, escaping his lips with loud, muffled sounds that echoed in the quiet of the room.

"Does that feel any better, my love?" Dedue crooned.

Dimitri could only manage a pathetic hum in response, his senses overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through his body. Yet he looked so much more relieved – the bloatedness had decreased significantly. The taller male couldn’t help but smirk. He then leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to Dimitri's bloated stomach. Dimitri gasped at the unexpected gesture, his heart fluttering and his eyes opening to look at Dedue.

“My prince, are you ready for your dessert?”

“... Uhh…?”

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dangantums · 2 months

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hi um headcanon m.akoto calls b.yakuya "kuya" ok thats it bye

yes I agree, yes yes

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dangantums · 2 months

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Stuffing Masterpost

some of these are old... be forewarned.

s.tuffedronpa:

|| b.yakuya t.ogami: "happy birthday, my love" // "flavors (N.SFW)" // "handle his liquor" // "m.akoto forgets to do his laundry..." // "better? better." // "...cuddles after a bad day at work" // "m.akoto can't eat it all..." // "n.aegamigiri HC's" // "b.yakuya confessing..." // "overstuffed m.akoto" // "a feast for the eyes"

|| m.akoto naegi: "happy birthday, my love" // "flavors (N.SFW)" // "handle his liquor" // "m.akoto forgets to do his laundry..." // "better? better." // "...cuddles after a bad day at work" // "m.akoto can't eat it all..." // "n.aegamigiri HC's" // "b.yakuya confessing..." // "m.akoto HC's" // "m.akoyo pops a button eating halloween candy" // "overstuffed makoto" // "a feast for the eyes"

|| k.aito m.omota: "middle of the night" // "k.aito stress eats..."

|| s.huichi s.aihara: "middle of the night" // "k.okichi feeds s.huichi ice-cream" // "k.aito stress eats..." // "...school cafeteria" // "s.huichi feedee HC's"

|| m.ondo o.wada: "spiked eggnog" // "most perfect person for me" // "night class" // "m.ondo feedee HC's" // "...studying for exams"

|| k.iyotaka I.shimaru: "spiked eggnog" // "most perfect person for me" // "night class" // "...studying for exams" // "k.iyotaka HC's"

|| k.yoko k.irigiri: "handle his liquor" // "n.aegamigiri HC's"

|| k.azuichi s.ouda: "rejection" // "...breakfast before work"

|| k.okichi o.uma: "k.okichi feeds s.huichi ice-cream" // "k.okichi's birthday party"

|| n.agito k.omaeda: "n.agito WG HC's" // "... b-day n.agito stuffing -> part two" // "chubby n.agito HC's"

|| h.ajime h.inata: "...b-day n.agito stuffing -> part two"

|| k.orekiyo s.hinguji: "k.orekiyo HC's"

|| ult. impostor: "impostor HC's"

|| l.eon k.uwata: "l.eon HC's"

|| g.undham t.anaka: "...breakfast before work"

a.ce a.ttorney:

|| p.hoenix w.right: "fly on the wall" // "weight of the truth" // "respectable attorney" // "sweet tooth"

|| m.iles e.dgeworth: "fly on the wall" // "weight of the truth" // "respectable attorney" // "sweet tooth" ||

a.ot:

|| l.evi a.ckerman: "humanities strongest soldier" // "dinner in trost"

|| e.rwin s.mith: "humanities strongest soldier" // "dinner in trost"

f.ire e.mblem:

|| d.imitri a. b.laiddyd: “taste of victory”

|| d.edue m.olinaro: “taste of victory”

misc:

N/A ... yet.

#stuffed ronpa #stuffedronpa #belly kink #a.ot #a.ttack on titan #a.ce attorney #ace a.ttorney #a.ce a.ttorney #fire e.mblem #fatemblem #fat emblem #f.ire emblem #stuffing kink

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dangantums · 2 months

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Mpreg Masterpost

some of these are old... be forewarned.

s.tuffedronpa:

|| b.yakuya t.ogami: "boutique" // "flavors (N.SFW)" // "b.yakuya is cranky..." // "b.yakuya mpreg HC's" // "b.yakuya doesn't like other people feeling m.akoto's belly..." // "...twin boys" // "...watches him sleep" // "m.akoto feels unattractive..." // "...feel their baby kick"

|| m.akoto naegi: "boutique" // "flavors (N.SFW)" // "b.yakuya is cranky..." // "b.yakuya doesn't like other people feeling m.akoto's belly..." // "m.akoto mpreg HC's" // "...twin boys" // "...watches him sleep" // "m.akoto feels unattractive..." // "...feel their baby kick"

|| m.ondo o.wada: "m.ondo mpreg HC's"

|| k.iyotaka I.shimaru: "t.aka mpreg HC's"

|| k.aito m.omota: "s.huichi can't do certain things..." // "s.huichi wakes k.aito up..." // "...out to eat"

|| s.huichi s.aihara: "s.huichi can't do certain things..." // "s.huichi wakes k.aito up..." // "...out to eat"

|| n.agito k.omaeda: "k.omahina mpreg HC's"

|| h.ajime h.inata: "k.omahina mpreg HC's"

a.ce a.ttorney:

|| p.hoenix w.right: "safe and sound" / "massage" // "w.rightworth: m.iles mpreg HC's in court" // "prosecutor e.dgeworth chooses life"

|| m.iles e.dgeworth: "safe and sound" / "massage" // "w.rightworth: m.iles mpreg HC's in court" // "prosecutor e.dgeworth chooses life"

a.ot:

|| l.evi a.ckerman: "heavy"

|| e.rwin s.mith: "heavy"

f.ire e.mblem:

N/A ... yet.

misc:

N/A ... yet.

#stuffed ronpa #stuffedronpa #a.ttack on titan #a.ce a.ttorney #a.ce attorney #ace a.ttorney #aot mpreg #a.ot #f.ire emblem #f.ire e.mblem #mpreg

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dangantums · 2 months

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if you're comfortable with it... a little bit of preg Phoenix? Maybe with Miles being a bit over protective because Phoenix is accident prone?

yes!!!!! sorry this is so late,,,,,,,, hope you enjoy

Safe and Sound

ship: w.rightworth

this fic contains: mpreg, fluff, belly rubs

TLDR: m.iles doesn't want p.hoenix to cook dinner, as he's worried for the safety of him and their unborn baby.

Miles Edgeworth stood in the kitchen, apron tied securely around his waist as he carefully chopped vegetables for dinner. He had decided to take charge of dinner tonight, determined to spare his boyfriend, Phoenix Wright, from any potential accidents that could harm their unborn child. At 36 weeks pregnant, Phoenix's usual clumsiness had become even more of a concern, and Miles couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to either of them. Miles continued chopping vegetables for a hearty stir-fry, his movements smooth and deliberate. He glanced over his shoulder every now and then, keeping an eye on Phoenix, who was sitting at the kitchen table reading emails on his laptop.

"Everything okay, darling?" Miles called out, his voice gentle yet tinged with concern.

Phoenix looked up from his laptop, offering a reassuring smile. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just trying to see if there’s anything I need to catch up on.”

Miles nodded, turning his attention back to the task at hand. He couldn't help but worry — Phoenix had always been accident-prone, and trouble seemed to linger behind everywhere he went. And now, with the added weight and discomfort of pregnancy, the risk of injury was even greater.

As the aroma of sizzling vegetables filled the air, curiosity finally got the better of Phoenix, who now approached the stove. Miles intercepted him with a firm but gentle hand on his shoulder, his reaction-time caught Phoenix off-guard.

"Stay back, Phoenix. Let me handle this," Miles said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Phoenix snorted, but nodded, understanding the ‘gravity’ of the situation. He knew Miles was only looking out for him and their baby, and he appreciated it more than words could express. The heavily pregnant attorney then planted a soft kiss to Miles’ cheek before waddling to the living room to relax on the couch – which was much more comfortable than the wooden kitchen chair.

Relieved that Phoenix had complied, Miles continued cooking, his movements precise and swift. Soon, the stir-fry was ready, and Miles plated the meal with care, garnishing it with a sprinkle of fresh herbs for added flavor. He turned around to present the dish, but saw that the kitchen table was empty. He blinked, wondering where Phoenix had gone, until he heard the low murmur of the television in the living room. Perhaps having dinner on the couch would suffice… he didn’t want to make Phoenix get back up again, despite his distaste for crumbs on their nice couch. Grabbing both of their plates, he briskly walked into the living room.

There, Phoenix sat as some 90’s sitcom played quietly on the TV. Miles noted the way Phoenix gingerly cradled his swollen belly and the fatigue that etched lines on his face. His feet were propped up on the hickory coffee table – much to Miles’ dislike, but he’ll allow it considering Phoenix is so heavily pregnant.

"Dinner's served," Miles finally announced after he was done ogling his boyfriend, showing the steaming plates.

Phoenix looked up, and his eyes lit up with delight as he took in the colorful array of vegetables. "Wow, Miles, this looks amazing! Thank you."

“You’re welcome,” the prosecutor replied as he gently sat next to Phoenix. He handed the attorney his plate, giving him a light smile.

Phoenix eagerly began to chow down on the stir-fry, humming with delight. Miles, however, set his own dish aside. He couldn’t help but watch Phoenix: watch him observe the television with tired yet interested eyes, watch him nestle into the cushions with a contented sigh that escaped his lips as he shifted to find a comfortable position for his heavily pregnant belly, watch his form glow under the dim lamplight and the flickering of the TV. It was a beautiful sight to behold. A sight that made Miles’ heart swell.

As Miles slipped out of his daydream, Phoenix set the now-empty dish aside. Miles blinked – wow, Phoenix packed that away fairly quickly. Another satisfied sigh escaped the attorney's lips, hand resting on the curve of his large, swollen belly.

"Hm, you both must have been hungry," Miles said softly. He instinctively reached out, his hand instinctively drawn to the curve of Phoenix's rounded belly. "May I?"

Phoenix looked over at him, and nodded with a gentle smile. As Miles tenderly rubbed Phoenix's heavily pregnant belly, he couldn't help but marvel again at the sight before him. Phoenix's abdomen had swelled with the growth of their unborn child, rounding out in a beautiful curve that stretched the fabric of his shirt. The once-flat stomach now protruded prominently.

And Miles couldn't help himself – he lifted Phoenix's shirt, exposing the round expanse of his swollen abdomen. Phoenix's breath caught in his throat as Miles's fingers traced delicate circles across his skin, sending shivers of pleasure through his body. He leaned back, his eyes closed in blissful contentment, relishing the sensation of Miles's touch. The skin covering Phoenix's belly was smooth and taut, its surface littered with delicate veins that traced intricate patterns beneath the surface, and stretch marks adorned the lower part of his abdomen. At the center of it, Phoenix's navel that once had been a shallow innie now protruded into an outie.

Miles leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Phoenix's belly in a tender kiss. Phoenix's fingers tangled in Miles's hair, urging him closer as a soft sigh escaped his lips.

"Your belly has grown so much," Miles remarked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with awe and affection. Phoenix could only grunt in response, eyes closed as he relished in the pampering he was recieving. A low chuckle escaped Miles as he continued doting on his partner.

Miles kept pressing tender kisses against Phoenix’s heavy belly, and he could feel the gentle movements beneath his lips – a silent reminder of the precious life they had created together. And as he continued to stroke Phoenix's belly with both hands, feeling the gentle kicks and flutters beneath his touch, he knew that there was nowhere else he would rather be than right here, by Phoenix's side. Safe and sound.

#fic #mpreg fic #mpreg #m.iles edgeworth #m.iles e.dgeworth #p.hoenix w.right #p.hoenix wright #belly kink #a.ce attorney #ace a.ttorney #a.ce a.ttorney

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