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blouisparadise · 4 months

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Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics that feature breastfeeding or lactation. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Come Here (And Rescue Me) | General Audiences | 2,139 words

“It’s because of people like you that the world is going to the dogs.” The woman barked with scorn. Her eyes were as dark as her soul and Louis held Apollo closer when he started to whimper, being very in tune with his surroundings. “Breastfeeding in a park? Where do you think you are? We’re not in one of these poorly developed countries where you can act in such a discourteous way and…” “I’m sorry, but could you get lost?”

2) Effervescent Opal, Say My Name | Mature | 3,463 words

Louis has an oversupply of milk after his first pregnancy and Harry wants nothing more than to suck him dry.

3) Stuck On Me, Stuck On You | Not Rated | 8,738 words

It’s not a big deal that Harry and Louis grew up together, and not a big deal that Harry is in love with Louis since he can remember. But it’s a big deal that Louis is pregnant and has no idea who the father is.

4) Could Start A Cult | Explicit | 8,750 words

He lowers down the top that Louis is wearing, successfully unclasping his nursing bra as well, letting Louis’ tits bounce at the sudden movement. Harry massages both breasts to stimulate the milk flow, and he can feel his cock hardening inside his pants.

5) I Don't Want To Close My Eyes (I Don't Want To Miss A Thing) | Explicit | 13,605 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis is married to Liam and pregnant with his child. Liam isn't ready to be a father, but Dr. Harry Styles is more than willing.

6) Three's A Crowd, Four's A Party | Mature | 16,569 words

"Morgan, sweetie, mommy and daddy have something we want to talk to you about." The little girl looks at them confused, having no idea what's about to happen. "First I want to tell you that we love you very much and nothing will ever change that, okay?" "I love you too!" Louis smiles. "What we wanted to talk to you about is that there's going to be some changes around here soon." "Why?" "Because mommy's having a baby."

7) Mob Boss Omega | Mature | 16,786 words

Mafia "any organized group using extortion and other criminal methods" In all definitions, I am in line for the throne. As the son of a mob boss I'm set to inherit everything my father has built up. He's always been set on expanding though and who better to use than his overprotected omega son. That's me in case you're wondering. The crown omega prince of the mob.

8) Baby, Loving You’s The Real Thing | Explicit | 21,011 words

Harry never thought he’d be taking care of a child at the age of twenty-one—well, trying to anyway.

9) Fell For You | Explicit | 26,136 words

A crime investigation fic in which Detective Louis Tomlinson and Detective Harry Styles are tasked to solve a case together where Louis hates Harry Styles or does he?

10) For Your Eyes Only | Not Rated | 26,501 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis likes to feel beautiful and taken care of. Harry is just the person to help. They figure it out together.

11) Just Forget The World | Explicit | 42,861 words

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Louis is the last person on earth who can get pregnant after the birthrates decreased then completely stopped twenty years before and in search for someone with good genetics and a family tree Harry is chosen to mate with him.

12) I'm Me When I'm With You | Mature | 86,123 words

AU in which Louis finally is able to attend the University he’s been dreaming off: Queens University. But fate works in mysterious ways and it certainly doesn’t care about your dreams nor your plans. No, fate had a whole other future planned for him the moment he met the popular, gorgeous and mighty Alpha named, Harry Styles who accidentally impregnates him after a one nightstand… Accidents happen, but not all accidents are bad.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#bottom louis #top harry #larry #fic recs #blp #blp fic recs #breastfeeding #lactation #mpreg

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carlyraejepsans · 2 months

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saw your most recent post about really good fics that contain uncomfortable kinks and i immediately thought "ah, biscia must be reading the mpreg soriel fic" and almost left a reply talking about it but i stopped myself because i realized that would be an insane assumption to make. needless to say i felt so vindicated when i saw you link it in an earlier post.

like. HELLO?

HELLO???????

#answered asks #''I fear nothing good ever comes of it when it does'' is straight up SEARED into my brain as the toriel line of all time I've ever read #there's some character interpretations I don't share there. like i said i don't think either of them would cry that easily #and while the different conception (badumtss) of sex/gender in various monsters was interesting #i felt like it didn't quite deal with the ramifications of not strictly binary reproductions on social perception of gender like I could've #eg the part about boss monsters being closer to humans in how it works and thus having a different concept of mom/dad compared to skeletons #was pretty nice. but if you establish that skeletons work like ghosts but distinguish she/he ''for some reason'' even though all of them #can bear kids. and then you make a comment about ''the child possibly growing into a woman considering the shape of the pelvis'' it's like #why??????? why. whywhywhy. why would that be a factor. even hypothesizing a certain physical dimorphism. WHY pick the one tied to pregnancy #the ONE ASPECT that you decided was shared between both ''male'' and ''female'' skeletons #it's also like. objectively an argument that is leveraged to hurt and deny trans people irl so it was just. unbelievably uncomfortable #this is what we mean with mpreg and transphobia btw #not that the concept is inherently transphobic or hurtful to trans people #but that that kind of alternative biological worldbuilding implies an alternative social conception of gender role for the characters #that a lot of authors just. straight up miss. because their view of the world is still very cis/perisexist #BUT!!!!!!!!!!#it was still over all a very good fic. I'd rec it to pll not into that for the initial 2 chapters alone

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oh-i-swear-writes · 9 months

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This is, of course, the worst plan that he has ever had. Soldat would never have permitted it. The Handlers would never have permitted it. The Soldier isn’t even sure if he’s still Omega enough, doesn’t know what they actually did to him when he was HYDRA’s asset - he may not possess all of the prerequisite parts to be a ‘real’ Omega anymore, but he knows that he was one once. It was in the half-file he stole on himself, after all.

It’s also another puzzle piece that suggests that he once could have been The Bucky - after all, The Bucky was the Omega of Steve Rogers. But the time for analyzing that is not now.

He has to acquire the necessary items for his risky plan.

And he has to go through with that plan, consequences be damned.

CHAPTER ONE

#bucky barnes #stucky #steve rogers #fic rec #mpreg #fanfic #marvel #fic recs #fanfiction #stevebucky #my writing

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onboardsorasora · 7 months

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I wrote it @arturleclerc and @123pixieaod! A cute lil kid fic. Sequel to this my first ever f1rpf drabble, and based on this adorable party. (I hope it's good 🫣)

Edit: we now have a continuation here

Daniel wouldn't say he was overwhelmed but it was a near thing. Overwhelmed with so much happiness. He stood in the middle of his and Max's living room looking around to make sure the decorations were perfect.

Of course, everyone knew the first birthday party was for the parents and not the child. And maybe he and Max had been more than a little self indulgent when they agreed on the Formula 1 theme.

Of course, all of the ready made decorations were in red and even suggesting that to Max had been tantamount to treason. So, they had designed everything themselves. Between the both of them they were; creative, detail oriented and anal retentive.

Max designed the cake and wall decor and Daniel tackled the birthday boys outfits, the photo backdrops and the floor decor. Then they'd sent them off to their party planner and waited.

Daniel had to admit, it had been a lot of work– lots of phone calls and organizing and dates– but everything came together beautifully. While Red Bull wasn't the actual theme, no one could even suggest that this was a Ferrari themed party.

Noah was currently cooing in his Papa's arms, banging a rubber duck – gifted by his uncle Carlos– on Max's shoulder. He was delighting in the short squeaks. Max held him sturdily, glancing over with a smile when Noah offered the duck to him.

Daniel thought Noah looked adorable in his mini race suit that closely matched the race suit his parents wore back in 2017, the deep navy with the bright red racing stripe on the side.

He was a chunky pale thing with blue eyes and blonde hair; all Max and barely any Daniel. If he hadn't carried him and went through nine hours of labour, Daniel would have thought that he was Max's clone. (His short blonde hair was finally showing maybe the possibility of a curl or wave and Daniel couldn't be happier).

"Everything looks amazing, Danny. You did well." Sebastian offered him a beer, clinking their bottles together.

"Thank you. It was a lot." Daniel laughed, side-stepping Isaac, his nephew, who was chasing another friend in the matching electric bumper cars that looked like an Aston Martin DBS and Honda NSX.

"Noah seems to be enjoying himself."

Daniel snorted, "oh that duck is his new best friend. I'm not even mad because before, it was one of the protein shaker bottles."

"Daniel! Where is my beloved nephew?" Charles entered the room with a flourish. He deposited his gift bags in a seemingly safe corner and beelined for Max who turned from his conversation with Lando and Carlos. Charles only had eyes for Noah, altering his voice and making faces to get the toddler to giggle.

Noah acquiesced to being held by one of his uncles and Max begrudgingly let him go. Charles immediately walked to one of the photo backdrops, the one proclaiming Noah the future F1 Champ and demanded photos be taken of them. Lando rolled his eyes but soon was taken in by his unofficial duties as photographer.

"Uncle Daniel look! I have tattoos like you now!" Isabella ran up to the pair, showing off her arm that now sported multiple racing themed temporary tattoos. Daniel crouched to her level with a wide Ricciardo grin, his eyes squinting with his happiness.

"We match!" He said excitedly, pressing his larger forearm against her tinier one. Kissing her racecar with his Love. She squealed in happiness, kissed his cheek and ran off to play with the other children running amok in the den.

Max came over and flung his arm around Daniel's waist and it was then that Seb saw the matching tshirts. 'Dad of Champ' 'Papa of Champ'. Max's smile could only be described as proud.

The chaos continued with a car race around a 'track' set up in the den and extended to the patio and back. Issac won the first race, a little girl named Brin won the second and Isabella won the third. The trophy ceremonies were the stuff of dreams; Daniel and Carlos taught the kids to spray the sparkling grape juice like winners. Charles snuggled comfortably with Noah, pointing out all festivities with adorable commentary.

When it was time to cut the cake, Noah 'drove' to the table in his DBS that had his name on it. He squealed happily when Daniel scooped him up and kissed his chubby cheeks. He reached for the cake before anyone could stop him and the group laughed and sung happy birthday while he happily munched on cake and blue icing.

Max leaned over to kiss Noah's stained cheek and Daniel felt like his heart was bursting out of his chest. Yeah, he was officially overwhelmed and life was good.

#maxiel #max/daniel #kid fic #first birthday party #maxiel fic #mentions of mpreg #my fic rec #maxiel parents #noah au

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moonycoco-fic-recs · 4 months

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atonement

Summary: Chapter 61 of Low Tide In Twilight, but Euiyoung stayed, Euihyun got pregnant and left Taeju.

Author: seunghosmaid

Ship: Yeo Taeju/Kim Euihyun

Tags/Genre: Manhwa, LTIT, Mpreg, Omegaverse, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Compliant

Length: 10.3k

Status: Completed

Ratings: Teen Up and Audiences

Site: ao3

PS: LINK IN COMMENT SECTION

#low tide in twilight #kim euihyun #yeo taeju #mpreg #fic recommendation #fic rec #manhwa #omegaverse #abo verse #kim euiyoung #waterside night #night by the sea

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dewitty1 · 7 months

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Fic Recs Wrap Up - September 2023 (ノﾟ∀ﾟ)ノ⌒･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*☆

Salt on the Western Wind by Saras_Girl

When the war isn’t quite as over as it first appears, a guilt-ridden Harry is sent to a mysterious safe-house. Among sandwiches, insomnia, and Mills & Boon, he discovers something quite unexpected. Rec Post

Transfigurations by Resonant

Five years after Voldemort’s defeat, Harry returns to England to help re-open Hogwarts. Rec Post

The Arc of the Pendulum by brummell (actualite)

After his father casts a mysterious curse on Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy is forced to try to make things right. Rec Post

The Lily Spell by pickledghost

Harry Potter is one of the most handsome and sought after alphas on the Hogwarts Higher Education Programme. Draco Malfoy on the other hand, is the Seventh Year omega son of deceased Death Eaters and is widely ignored and shunned by his peers. Harry doesn’t even know Draco exists until he discovers that the younger boy is pregnant with his baby thanks to a spell gone wrong. Rec Post

Kiss the Joy (Until the Sun Rise) by ICMezzo @icmezzo

The Room of Requirement was severely damaged in the war, but not so much that it could not provide for one lost student and another young hero—especially when they needed each other most of all. Rec Post

Night Magic by Kbrick @kbrick

Eighth Year isn’t what Draco or Harry expected. Harry’s horribly lonely in the aftermath of his breakup with Ginny, Draco’s stuck in a clandestine friends-with-benefits situation with a closeted Blaise, and neither one of them can ever get any bloody sleep. But when our favorite boys bond over their insomnia-related woes, things start looking up. Rec Post

The Sun in Summer (Presto Pizzicato) by Cannibalschism @cannibalschism

Harry Potter is an orphan. Everyone knows this, him most of all. Taken in by the agoraphobic and ancient Dowager Viscountess Cassiopeia Black, Harry’s musical aptitude was evident even from a young age. He has trained all his life to perform in front of a noble audience and step upon the shoulders of giants. To be known for his accomplishment and skill. To be great. And he will do anything to achieve that goal. Draco Malfoy is an orphan. He hasn’t been as such for very long, however. Known as the Instrumenteur, Draco runs a modest shoppe in lower Diagon Alley where he creates and repairs musical instruments. The Viscountess Cassiopeia Black stole everything from him the night of his parents’ fatal accident. When Harry Potter, the orphan that wretched woman took in even as she cast out her own blood, proposes the most ludicrous of schemes that might just get Draco his stolen title and life back, who is he to decline? In a time of galas, secrets, corsets, and symphonies, can love prevail over all else? Rec Post

WHISKY-TANGO-FOXTROT by Vukovich @vukovich

“Potter,” Malfoy said with a slow smile. “You’re a trashy, new money slut.” “Yeah? Maybe you like it.” – The worst thing about being the Golden Boy is the freebies. Free drinks. Easy sex. It’s all too easy. The worst thing about being a Malfoy is the expectations. Marriage. Kids. It’s all so scripted. Harry wants his arse kicked. Draco decides to grab life by the balls. Rec Post

Here are a few more fics I've read recently that y'all might like to check out as well! (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

A True Entanglement by Booktopus @thebooktopus

One moment, Harry was minding his own business, going about his workday, and the next, he found himself being dragged across the Ministry by a red string that had somehow curled up in a pretty little bow around his wrist. A story of fate, smut, falling in love, and a string named Harold.

Fire Meet Gasoline by lettersbyelise @lettersbyelise

When Draco’s anger management issues land him in St Mungo’s, he thinks his Quidditch career is over. But Harry, A&E Healer and notorious workaholic, is faced with a similar predicament. To save their jobs, the two of them decide to fake a relationship. All they have to do is convince their friends and employers… and not fall in love in the process. Simple, right?

Everything is Relative to You by honeybeet @thehoneybeet

Potter was supposed to have lived. Draco is certain of this. That Potter would no longer walk the earth was tantamount to the sun moving west to east across the sky. If only he could have stopped this from happening, if he’d have known… It comes to him as ideas often did: too late. Or, Harry dreams of his past lives, and Draco is in every one.

we'll keep the king by BlueSundayCake @bluesundaycake

On a cold December morning, Remus Lupin shows up on Severus Snape's doorstep with a child with very familiar eyes.

Evitative by Vichan

In the summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry is drawn to a room in Grimmauld Place. Like the Gryffindor he is, he enters the room without fear. The room is a library, and Harry is surprised to find that he’s eager to learn. Then he gets the bad news: he’s been accidentally expelled from Hogwarts, and he needs to be sorted again. Everyone is confident that he’ll go straight back to Gryffindor, but with what he's been learning, Harry’s not so sure.

The White Pawn by Soupy_George

When eighteen-year-old Draco Malfoy finds himself back at Hogwarts on the eve of Voldemort's infamous return, he is confronted with the most difficult decision he's ever had to make: Relive the 6th year at school he's tried so hard to forget, or do the unthinkable and ally himself with Potter's lot...

( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡ I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I have! Happy reading, y’all! xoxo, Carey (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*💜💙💚💛❤💗💕💖

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wangxianficrecs · 4 days

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💙 These Mortal Treasures by ChilianXianzi

These Mortal Treasures

by ChilianXianzi

T, 9k, Wangxian

Summary: "Is that something that Wei Ying would like?" Lan Wangji asks softly, carefully, "To be kept?" There's that fleeting, lost look in Wei Ying's eyes once more, and Lan Wangji thinks it's unacceptable - That Wei Ying had not felt welcomed in his own home, so much so that he decided to wander the world away from it. So much so that he is afraid that he would be unwelcome as well elsewhere. Lan Wangji barely stops himself from hissing, from letting the steam of his icy breath escape in the close air between them. He only vaguely remembers the Jiangs, a young Cultivation Clan barely a century old, but his disdain towards them feels ancient now in the wake of all this. How foolish of them, to simply let go of someone so bright, someone so unfailingly kind and giving. How convenient, for Lan Wangji's own gain. Kay's comments: I adore this story. The excerpt that's in the summary already encapsulates perfectly what I adore so much about it, Lan Wangji's and Wei Wuxian's relationship in this one is *chef's kiss*. Dragon Lan Wangji watching mortal Wei Wuxian and making sure he feels safe and happy in his home and that he wants to become part of his hoard, being absolutely enraged at the thought that anyone hadn't treated Wei Wuxian as the treasure he is in the past and of course, egg!Yuan!! And eggnancy!! Love that for them and love Lan Wangji tearing the Jins a new one as well.

pov lan wangji, canon divergence, dragon lan wangji, rogue cultivator wei wuxian, wei wuxian leaves the yunmeng jiang sect, possessive lan wangji, domestic fluff, angst with a happy ending, cultivation sect politics, not jiang cheng friendly, mpreg, eggpreg, eggnancy, developing relationship, strangers to lovers

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

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steddieunderdogfics · 2 months

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For the omegaverse theme weekend: the "Love you like a love song" series (https://archiveofourown.org/series/3329137) by eyesofshinigami, featuring omega Eddie and alpha Steve. I can’t gush about this enough, the character dynamics are ON POINT, nothing feels cliché or forced and they're just so sweet and in love! 🥰😍💖

Don't Be Surprised If I Love You (For All That You Are) by eyesofshinigami

Rating: Mature

7,708 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Steve Harrington, Omega Eddie Munson, mentions of mpreg, Switching, Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Fluff, They're In Love Your Honor

Summary:

Look, Eddie never intended to be one of those Omegas, okay. He knew he was too mouthy, too bold, too much for the vast, vast majority of Alphas out there. Or at least the slim pickings that Hawkins, Indiana had to offer. So, he had resigned himself to his fate of being a lonely old spinster Omega until he could get enough dough together to leave this place in the dust. Until Chrissy. Until Vecna. Until Steve Fucking Harrington stormed into his life like a blood-spattered, bat-biting madman of a white knight and saved his ass from being eaten alive in a hell dimension. Hell of a way to start their epic romance story, if Eddie said so himself. It’s something straight out of one of the campaigns he’d write, but now he gets to fucking live it and ain’t life grand? Yup, Eddie’s pretty convinced he has the greatest fucking Alpha on the planet and he’s not shy about telling anyone who will listen *why*. Or 5 reasons why Eddie thinks Steve is the greatest Alpha ever and 1 time Steve reminds Eddie why he's pretty sure he got the good end of this bargain.

Thanks for the rec!

This rec is a part of Theme Weekend. The theme this weekend is omegaverse.

Know a fic that deserves extra love? Submit through our asks or the submission box!

#steddie fic recs #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #theme weekend #omegaverse #alpha steve harrington #omega eddie munson #rated m #tw mpreg #a/b/o dynamics

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gabessquishytum · 9 months

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🦒 anon here. I wrote something for you and the nice anon that complimented me and said warprize Hob should have pregnant sex. They're right. He deserves it. Cw: pregnancy, lactation, exhibitionism, A/B/O.

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"Is this—better now, my Hob?"

Hob just wails with trembling thighs, a sound that can surely be heard past the closed doors of the throne room. His head hangs low between his shoulders, down to his forearms that lean comfortably on the cushion of Dream's throne. Hob is kneeling in front of it, shoulders slightly more elevated than his hips, so that his lungs won't be hindered in their work by his now massive belly, but low enough that it's still taking the weight off his hips.

Dream is pounding into him from behind, one arm cradled around Hob's precious middle, the other snaking up to fondle and caress his heavy chest. He is still breastfeeding Clara a few times a day, insisting that it's healthier for her if they wait until she weans herself, and adamant about nursing her to sleep. She's still so little, not even two.

It makes his body perfect in Dream's eyes, devotion and love in every firm curve, in every stained garment. Sometimes Hob spills over in public, wincing with the stinging pressure-pang of suddenly released milk, his shirt eagerly soaking up the wetness. Some times he's nearly mad, torn between the discomfort of putting the needs of their children before his own body, and the lust it brings him that they're theirs, his and Dream's, palpable, real because of their love for each other. Those are the days that his wide, flowing trousers are soaked, too.

Dream refuses to be embarrassed about it. Hob is still very much a functioning member of his kingdom, he attends court and meetings and dinners held for delegates and Dream will punish even guests if they so much as whisper about Hob when his first and most important obligations make themselves known at lesser ones.

Today, Hob has bravely sat through two hours of negotiations, and then he hadn't been able to stand it anymore. He'd gotten up, groaning, pressing his fists into the small of his back. Dream had seen that the seat of his trousers had been absolutely drenched, the lovely, thick smell of pregnant and nursing Omega permeating the entire throne room and it had taken Dream two seconds to dismiss the delegates of the neighboring kingdom and close the doors after them himself.

His Hob has been so patient, so brave for enduring to sit for such a long time and Dream intends to take good care of him always, to alleviate as much of his discomfort as he is able to and reward him for the things he can't make better with everything Hob wants.

So here they are, Hob wanton and half out of his mind with pleasure, slick pouring down his thighs all the way onto the floor as Dream fucks him as good as he can to put counterpressure on his pelvic floor and overwrite his pains with pleasure.

"Dream, DrEAM—" Hob shouts, clenching around Dream's cock, a new wave of slick pouring out of him, pushing himself back as much as he can.

The wet, obscene slapping of their thighs and hips as Dream pounds into him faster echoes through the vast room and Dream hopes that their guests have lingered outside and can hear how good he is taking care of his mate and consort. He hopes they can hear every wet sound, every cry and moan.

Hob almost sobs as Dream picks up the pace, his face now resting on the cushion, his body rocking violently with every thrust. Dream does his best to cushion the movement of Hob's stomach with his arm sei as not to hurt him. It's big, far bigger than with his first pregnancy, and far bigger than it should be at seven months.

The royal doctor has told them Hob is very likely to have twins and Dream has been devoted to Hob's comfort ever since. He's also been unable to go without touching Hob for long, mesmerized, awestruck that Hob is giving him such a heavenly gift, that Hob's body should be capable of such wonders.

And so Dream carries the weight of his precious belly for Hob when they fuck, and many more times besides. He caresses it now, up and down as he pleasures Hob, the taut skin shifting with every movement.

Hob's cunt clenches violently around him in a second orgasm and Hob cries out, wanting, still wanting, for Dream to keep going. Dream can't deny him anything. He keeps his rhythm, Hob's rippling around him making it almost impossible not to come himself, but somehow he manages it.

An almost constant sound works itself out of Hob's throat, a long, deep moan, only interrupted by intakes of breath and hitched by every sharp snap of Dream's hips.

"Come on, my precious darling," Dream coos, moving his other hand to tug at Hob's nipples. "You can manage another one. I know you can. You want to. Let go again, for me, my precious jewel."

Hob's entire body shudders and Dream can feel his fingers growing wet, can see drops of milk splashing onto the marble floor. The spasms around Dream's cock grow rhythmic again and Dream keeps up as good as he can.

"Yes! Dream, please, Alpha, oh please—" Hob begins to shout again, the thing he wants, he violently needs, in close reach. His milk is a steady flow now, small puddles on the floor, slick between Dream's hand and Hob's chest. The sweet smell drives Dream crazy, works him into a frenzy. He pulls Hob up by his torso, his back flush against Dream's chest. Hob screams at the sudden pressure from above, the weight of his belly resting on his hips again, spearing him deeper onto Dream, sitting heavy on his pelvis.

He howls through his orgasm, clenching down like a vice, pulling Dream over the edge with him. Groaning low, Dream pumps his seed into Hob with short, deep thrusts, his knot swelling and pressing further into Hob until he sobs.

When their breath has steadied somewhat, Dream pulls the cushion from his throne and lays them onto their side, still joined by his knot, the cushion under Hob's poor hip, Hob's shoulder and head resting on Dream's arm and chest. It's rather uncomfortable, but Dream won't ask Hob to move, not now, and what's a little discomfort of his own when he can alleviate Hob's for a few, precious moments? Nothing. Nothing at all.

"Thank you," Hob sighs, just a little hoarse, and Dream preens a little at that. He did good.

"Any time," Dream assures him with a kiss on his shoulder. "Are you tired? Sleep."

Hob moans, a quiet, content thing, and wiggles a bit to get comfortable. He is asleep in under a minute. Dream pets his hair, his side, his belly, and feels their children kick. Yes, he thinks, he hopes they've heard. If not, he will have Hob in front of them next time, over the table, staining the papers and maps. And then nobody will utter a word about Hob not being good or dedicated enough again.

🦒 anon!! I am yelling and screaming!! This is such lovely tender sexy smut, I'm so obsessed with how Dream is absolutely focused on Hob’s comfort. So. Good. Yes he absolutely should make sure that everyone can hear next time!!

Thanks for this delicious little ficlet. What a delight!!! ❤❤

#🦒 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #fic recs #cw mpreg #cw pregnancy #cw lactation #cw omegaverse

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liminalkittyfics · 3 months

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From With the blood in your face — epilogue to I like the way you say my name (when you soak it in grace)

#hlcreators #hlficlibrary #hl fics #fic rec #larry fanfiction #mpreg fic #omega harry #alpha louis

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gerec · 5 months

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Hi gerec! Hope you're doing well! Recently I'm obsessed with Mpreg! Erik and I wonder do you have any recommendation for this？ Thank you so much!

Hi Anon! Here's a list of mpreg Erik fics for you to enjoy :D

Your Baby is My Supermagnet (My Baby is Your Drug) by Unforgotten

After Cuba, Erik and Charles are BOTH pregnant. Months later, the babies manifest in utero, making pregnancy that much more awkward for Charles - but dangerous for Erik.

Seeking Alpha by annejumps

Erik is a single omega who's managed to avoid entanglement with an alpha, but now his instincts are forcing him to reconsider.

Nightcap by Cesare

“You’re not, I hope, going to tell me that you’re pregnant,” says Erik.

“No,” Charles answers patiently. “If I were, you might have noticed some unusual behavior, like mood swings, sleeplessness, food cravings...”

Midnight Snack (The Robe And Slippers Remix) by helens78

Erik's been restless at night; Charles has some theories about why. It's a bit dangerous to point out mood swings, body changes, and possible secondary mutations in a kitchen, but Charles can be gentle.

A Matter of Convenience by flightinflame

All Erik cares about is keeping Nina safe. It isn't always easy, not when his past stalks him and there are few options available to a single mutant omega, but he's determined to protect her at any cost.

Charles loves his sons, biological and fostered, more than anything. They are flourishing in his care, but the state doesn't think a single alpha can handle children.

A chance meeting gives both of them a solution to their problems. Marry, and no one will try and split up their families. Only what starts off as a simple contract soon becomes far more complicated.

Father of the Bride AU by Unforgotten

A powered, modern era AU with mpreg. Originally inspired by the Steve Martin movies Father of the Bride (1991) and Father of the Bride Part II (1995), though it kind of took off running after that.

A Minor Mystery (Alone No More Remix) by Unforgotten

After D.C., a surprising development disrupts Erik's plans.

August by Red

For the XMFC kinkmeme, in response to a prompt asking for an mpreg story with some genetics thrown in the mix. While non-mutant couples may be able to conceive a mutant or a non-mutant child, for a couple with two mutants, there's a twenty-five percent chance of a third option: a fatal presentation of the mutant gene. Erik found out years ago that he was one of a number of (relatively cisgendered? this is an odd thing for me to be typing) mutant guys who have the secondary mutation of A Uterus. He'd also been told--years ago, but less so than the last statement--that he was infertile. He and Charles have been on the waiting list for adopting a mutant kid, but when morning sickness sets in, Erik can't exactly celebrate his sudden ability to get pregnant until he's ruled out that twenty-five percent chance.

Cue hiding a pregnancy from a telepath husband, dealing with Dr. MacTaggert's meddling, and trying to avoid the relentless well-wishing of the police department's esteemed Mutant Affairs Division.

home as a borderless metaphor series by flightinflame, specficslut (homosociality)

Erik has been traded to a foreign king for a chest of gold and a hundred bushels of grain. In Westchester, he must learn to start a new life... and navigate the roles that have been thrust upon him, whether concubine or courtesan, consort or slave.

Something Elemental (The What's That Smell? Remix) by professor

Erik used to love smelling Charles' cologne. Now he hates it. There's a reason for that.

Come On, Baby by firstlightofeos

Erik's almost a week past his due date. He and Charles are trying everything they can think of to speed things along—and of course, there's one method they prefer.

The Five Of Us Want You To Tell Him (But He'll Wait For You To Say) by helens78

Erik has something he needs to tell Charles, and everyone wants to weigh in on it. The Brotherhood isn't going to let him hide forever.

Come on, Baby (the correlation is not causation remix) by Red

Erik might be past-due for a normal pregnancy, but by the fourth time, he should realize he's well within time for one of his. That doesn't mean he's not going to try speeding things along.

Charles just hopes he survives (and wishes Erik could be faster getting in the car, once the show gets started).

Without the Words (this, and my heart beside Remix) by flightinflame

Charles knows that this arrangement will work out well for all of them. He gets the heir he needs, Doctor Shaw is saved disgrace after his ward's indiscretions, and Erik gets a fresh start. It would be easier, though, if Erik at least pretended to hide his hatred.

Baby of '78 by Unforgotten

Charles and Erik's daughter is born during a blizzard.

Unexpected by citrinesunset

Erik has no interest in having an alpha. Charles enjoys having flings with omegas, but certainly isn't looking for anything serious. But neither of them has been with another mutant before.

When Erik gets pregnant, they both have to decide if they can commit despite their differences.

Inheritance by PragmaticHominid

Erik and Charles attempt to survive and to keep their child safe in a world overrun by zombies.

It's Weird When Shaw Is Nice series by Not_You

A swords and sorcery AU where Sebastian Shaw is a gruff northern warlord, Erik is his first no-longer-mpreggable manwife, and Charles is the young and terrified virgin they marry for more babies. And then the story of those babies and their own marriages because epics happen to me.

#gerec rambles #fic rec #gerec's fic rec #mpreg #mpreg!Erik #omega!Erik #a/o #cherik #erik/shaw

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Mountain to Hide Behind

Dearest anon, I bestow upon thee a prompt fill. (whacks you on the head with it)

ao3

Stiles was going to be the best parent that ever parented. Any other option was out of question. The end.

He had swept all of Derek’s boring business books from the front of the shelves, replacing them with baby books. The baby wasn’t even here yet, but he already had his schedule figured out. Stiles was the master at swaddling and changing diapers, had a content of ingredients for a perfect baby formula fucking memorized.

So, safe to say, he wasn’t quite yet ready to deal with heartbroken teenagers.

He thought he had time! Then Cora’s boyfriend decided to downgrade to an ex and here they were.

Stiles was standing in the doorway of their guest room and wringing his hands for a few minutes, before finally taking in a deep breath and opening the door.

“Cora, sweetheart,” Stiles forced out a smile. “The lunch is ready, darling.”

The she-wolf took out one headphone and turned to glare at him in a scary imitation of her brother.

“Fuck off,” she muttered and turned away again to lie down on the bed.

Okay, then.

Eli kicked him in the stomach in the show of silent support. Stiles caressed his round stomach and went (he wasn’t waddling, it was too early yet, shut up!) to the kitchen to eat his pasta alone.

Cora stomped downstairs right in time for dinner, though. Stiles highly suspected it was because she heard Derek’s car getting closer. At least now she was going to eat. What would Talia say if she heard he was starving her precious baby? No, ma’am.

The girl slumped down on her seat and started scraping a fork through the contents of her plate with the grumpiest expression. Was something wrong with food?

“Stiles?”

The voice brought a beaming smile to Stiles’ face. Problems? What problems? His mate was here, therefore nothing mattered.

He lifted himself up from the chair and went to greet his husband, who was already smiling at him in return.

Derek dropped his suitcase, took off his tie and cupped Stiles’ face with his big hands.

“Hi, baby,” he muttered into his lips and kissed him.

After so many years of dating and then being married, Stiles found that the whole ‘the spark is gonna die out’ thing was utter bullshit. Like, how on Earth was he supposed to not want to drop to his knees when faced with this absolute hunk of his husband? Stiles could swear on his life he was falling more and more in love with Derek since he became pregnant. He was ready to build a shrine to his mate, he was so motherfucking sexy and so handsome and so caring. Stiles was obsessed, to a scary degree.

He moaned into the kiss, winding his hands around Derek’s muscular shoulders for support. Mmm, so tall, so big, so handsome.

“Missed you,” Stiles murmured, pressing another kiss to his stubble-covered cheek.

Derek chuckled. His eyes were soft. “Missed you, too.” He then put a hand on Stiles’ stomach and snorted a laugh at being immediately kicked. “Hello to you, too, love.”

“I’m telling you, he knows when you’re coming home,” Stiles remarked, leaning his weight on the alpha, as the man put arms around him. “He’s a little alarm clock.”

“And a soccer player, and a kickboxer, and a—“

“A wonder! He’s a wonderful boy of an amazing father who’d better hurry and wash his hands or his dinner will get cold.”

Derek smirked at him. “As you wish, sweetheart,” he said and sneaked a gentle bite on Stiles’ jaw, before immediately jumping away from Stiles’ hand and disappearing down the hall.

Stiles bit his lip, stretched wide in a smile. He was so incredibly silly, just ughh!

His good spirit, however, dwindled a bit after a murderous glare that Cora gave him upon entering the kitchen. Seriously, what was going on? They weren’t inappropriate and it wasn’t like they’ve left her alone for that long…

During the dinner Cora stayed silent, having only muttered a ‘hi’ to her brother. Derek, who grew up with two sisters, was used to this kind of behavior, so he just ignored it. Which, rude! The girl needed support! Maybe not Stiles’, based on her glares, but someone’s!

Feeling Derek’s eyes upon him, Stiles looked up and instantly felt himself blush from his mate’s half-lidded look.

“What?” Stiles smiled.

Derek shrugged. “Just wondering how do you get prettier each time I see you.”

Oh, my GOD.

The thing about Derek, one of many that made Stiles lose his mind, is that he was an insane flirt. Was, during their dating period, then smoothly carried it over to their married life. Honestly, who needs the blood of a hundred virgins — Derek’s compliments made Stiles feel ten years younger.

Stiles beamed at him. “You’re so nice to me.”

“Just being honest.”

A fork clung against the plate with an awful loud sound.

“Is this how it is going to be with you two?” Cora grumbled, grabbed her plate and shoved it inside the sink.

“You mean, with me and my mate?” Derek lifted an eyebrow.

Cora threw a sour look at him, pursed her nose, then went back upstairs. Her door shut with a frustrating thud.

Derek and Stiles looked at each other in an unspoken solidarity, before the alpha sighed.

“Come here,” he spread his arms.

As if Stiles needed to be asked twice. He dove right into his lap and for the warm embrace, pressing his stomach to Derek’s front. It wasn’t long before Eli realized there were hugs going on and started drumming on Stiles’ insides with his feet.

It took one wince from Stiles for Derek to put his hand against his stomach and pull out the pain.

“I love you,” Stiles sighed, laying his head on his husband’s shoulder.

“Love you, too.”

New day, new try!

“Cora, darling, do you want to watch ‘Moana’ with me?”

“No, I don’t. Fuck you and your stupid cartoons.”

… Alright.

Was he really the same as a teenager? Stiles shoved another handful of popcorn into his mouth. Surely, he wasn’t that bad. There was one time when he and Scott sneaked out to the forest to have a drink over Scott’s broken heart. Very dangerous and irresponsible.

So, yeah, it was for the best that Cora was staying here and not vomiting her guts out in the forest.

Stiles could handle some misplaced teenage angst. He could! He was an adult. An adult who would soon have his own child.

Oh, god.

Great, now his eyes were burning. Stiles sniffled and picked up another popcorn, glancing down at his stomach. He wasn’t even that huge yet, but the feeling of being a beached whale was creeping up on him with a concerning speed.

But that wasn’t the reason for his sudden mood change. He just realized how much he wanted to watch cartoons with his kid. To have him sit on his lap, to munch on the popcorn together, laughing and singing songs. Stiles sniffled again.

And he wanted Cora to be better! And not snap at him.

Unfortunately, Derek’s strategy of ‘leave her alone and she’ll come around’ wasn’t working. Well, for Derek it might have been wonderful, but not for Stiles, who was locked inside with the girl for days.

She refused to eat lunch with him, which only made Stiles worry more; she snapped at him constantly and was downright rude sometimes. And, while Stiles grit his teeth and reminded himself that she was just a hormonal teenage werewolf going through some hard times, he was also a hormonal, albeit human man, with a freaking baby inside him.

His temper wasn’t as steel as it was before. If it ever was, at all…

Stiles tried to remember that Cora probably didn’t mean what she said, but… Sometimes, it felt like she did.

“You look huge.”

Stiles frowned at his own reflection, where he was trying on new pants.

“Well, I am pregnant, so…”

“So? You still look huge.” Cora rolled her eyes.

Stiles’ eyes fell down without a thought from him. He smoothed a hand down the round top.

“It happens sometimes,” he argued weakly. “It will pass. Besides, I don’t care.”

“I bet Derek does.”

Stiles’ heart missed a beat.

He knew, he knew for a fact, that Derek still found him desirable. The pregnancy didn’t drop their libido, but instead made it fucking sky-high. They had an extremely active sex life, thank you very much; Derek was an attentive partner, always gentle with him, but no less hungry. One time Stiles actually caught him drooling at the sight of him, walking naked and rubbing his belly after a shower on one particularly hot day. And the wolf hadn’t even denied it, instead lifted his eyebrow like ‘yes the sight of you makes me extremely horny, are we going to do something about it or what?’.

So the notion that Derek somehow cared about the weight he gained was completely ridiculous. Completely. Ab-absolutely. Yeah.

Stiles looked down again.

“Have you seen people he works with?” Cora continued, appearing not interested and scrolling through her phone. “Like, Erica and Isaac? He got an entire building with people looking like them. And then he comes home to this—“ she lifted her eyebrows and shook her head.

“I don’t know what you’re implying, Cora,” Stiles started throwing the clothes he pulled out for a try-on back into the closet. “We are mates. He loves me. End of story.”

“Sure. Whatever you say.”

Stiles tried to swallow a lodge in his throat; once the grain was planted in his mind, he knew he would obsess over it to the very end.

“He’s allowed to look, though,” Cora added as if in an afterthought, before huffing at the mess he made.

“He is,” Stiles bit out, left everything as it was and stormed out of the room.

Derek was late.

Between Eli kicking up a storm and Cora’s meaningful smug glances, Stiles was going mad. Yes, definitely mad and not close to tears.

He ate half of his own usual portion, before putting the rest in the containers and retreating to his and Derek’s bedroom for the remainder of the evening.

“What are you doing?”

“Sniffing your shirt, what does it look like I’m doing?”

Derek snorted and walked over to him, slid hands over his stomach and snatched the shirt from his hands. The wolf brought it to his face and sniffed.

“It’s a fresh one, love.”

Stiles just sighed. Did he really become one of those spouses that suspects their significant other at every turn? It was humiliating a little, but the worry was brewing in his mind and heart, buzzing around like a bunch of angry wasps.

“If you’re so worried that I’m stinky, don’t refuse to shower with me next time.” Derek smacked a kiss on Stiles’ bared neck, then quickly got distracted and started trailing kisses down the neck, pressing Stiles’ ass back to himself.

Stiles closed his eyes and bit his lips. “You’re gonna be… mmmhm… late.”

“I don’t want to go to work,” Derek grunted, sucking a mark on his shoulder, lapping at it with his tongue. “You are here, so delicious and fucking glowing. Want to stay home and fuck you.”

This high libido of his may have started because of the pregnancy of his mate, but if it was that strong, who’s to say he wasn’t getting rid of it during the day? Stiles knew how others looked at his husband — the same way he did, but what if…

‘He’s allowed to look, though.’

… what if he looked back?

Stiles swallowed and squeezed his eyes shut, begging for the images of his traitorous mind to disappear.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“Love you, too.”

Derek was late for another few days after that.

Stiles tried to keep his head up high, mostly not to agitate Eli, who was getting angry at not receiving hugs from his father at appropriate times. But staying at home with Cora, whose jabs were getting more and more painful with each passing day, was even worse.

Thus, Stiles began to go for walks. For as long, as his feet and bladder would allow; he walked, lost in thoughts.

Derek’s behavior wasn’t really any different, if one didn’t count him being late every day. His kisses were still passionate, hugs tight, caresses gentle and loving. Maybe it was all in Stiles’ head.

But why wasn’t Derek telling him why he was late and acted like it was normal?

Coming back to the house with a heavy heart, Stiles didn’t expect to be faced with a wide-eyed and fuming Derek.

He didn’t even get to walk through the door like usual, before getting snatched off the street back into the house and patted down with shaking hands.

“Where the fuck were you?” Derek growled, looking carefully at every inch of Stiles. “Why didn’t you take your phone with you? Why did you go out alone, for fuck’s sake, Stiles…”

One thing Stiles could not handle was negativity, not from Derek and not now.

Derek’s face paled at the sight of moisture gathering in Stiles’ eyes. The man grabbed his face and flashed his eyes at him.

“What happened? Did someone do something? Stiles, baby, answer me, I’m going to fucking kill anyone who—“

“Start with yourself, maybe.”

Stiles’ breath hitched.

Both of them turned to look at Cora, who tried to look nonchalant, while leaning on the handrails. She had her lips pursed and lifted one very judgmental brow at her brother.

“What?” Derek blinked at her, confused.

“What I said,” she sneered. “Did you honestly think he wouldn’t notice your absence? He can’t even stomach his dinner, because he knows you’re busy fucking side-chicks as he does so.”

A stunned silence filled the room.

Right then, faced with the sentence he was too scared to even think of, Stiles couldn’t take it anymore. At his first mortifying quiet sniff, Derek swerved around too look at him.

He looked horrified.

“Baby,” he said with desperate softness, “you… you know this is bullshit, right?”

Unable to look him in the eyes, Stiles lowered his gaze down on his chest and tried his hardest not to cry. He stayed silent, because what could he possibly say? That his mind was already plagued with scenarios of Derek leaving him? Because what would become of him then?

Derek raked a hand through his hair and turned to his sister, who watched both of them with her head pointed high. The wolf’s eyes flashed red, fangs glistened in the warm lighting of the hall.

“What the fuck have you been saying to him?” he growled.

“What you don’t have the balls to!” Cora shouted, making Stiles flinch. “All of you are the same! It’s ‘forever’ and it’s ‘I love you’ until the first flipped skirt—“

And then Derek roared, walking over to her. “I’m not the same as your dumb fucking boyfriends, Cora! I’m married to him, we’re fucking mates, for fuck’s sake! Are you insane? We’re having a child together, not an English lesson!”

“Fucking whatever,” her voice trembled as she looked to the side.

“It’s not ‘whatever’. He is not allowed to be stressed! At all! That’s why I was fucking late — I’m passing the business over to Peter to be able to stay at home with Stiles for the next months.”

Oh. Oh, Derek.

The wolf cursed and rubbed his eyes, then flashed them at his sister. “Go to your room, I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

Cora’s eyes filled with angry tears. Without any further words, she turned around, went to her room and slammed the door shut.

Stiles didn’t dare to look at him. A myriad of conflicting feelings tore his heart apart, most present of them guilt and misery.

“Kitten.”

Big arms wound themselves around Stiles, pressing him close to a hot body. Stiles tucked his face into Derek’s neck and sobbed.

“I’m sorry—”

“Baby, it’s okay.”

“But, like, how could I think—“

“Shh, none of this is your fault,” Derek kissed his temple and sighed against it, stroking the back of his head. “It’s all on me. I’m so fucking stupid. I wanted to make a surprise for you, I know how you want me home, but never say anything.”

In the safety of his protective embrace, swaddled up in the loving warmth of his words, Stiles began to calm down. Derek always had this effect on him. This man was his anchor, his mountain to hide behind when the storms are raging on.

Derek leaned in to whisper into his ear.

“You know, you are the only thing on my mind. And I mean it literally. There’s nothing in there, besides your angel face. Every time I walk outside to go to work, it takes every bit of my control not to turn back. Erica fucking hates me now, because Boyd got a baby fever because I don’t shut up about you and our plans for the kid.” He chuckled, making Stiles sigh and shiver from the heat of his breath. “You know what else I do? I sit at meetings and just look at the clock and count down the minutes before I could go home. Why do you think Peter is so eager to take over? I’m useless to them. I can’t think of anything else, other than you.”

“Derek,” Stiles whined, feeling relief in his heart and blush on his cheeks.

They fell into each other, with sighs and desperation, to seal the certainty on their hearts. Derek’s kiss was as demanding as it was giving, with his hands still trembling on Stiles’ sides.

“I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

And, of course, their kid chose this moment to gently kick at Derek through Stiles’ stomach, as if saying ‘Are you two idiot parents of mine done? I need my hugs.’

They separated and laughed quietly, swaying in each other’s embrace.

“Cora, sweetie.”

“… What.”

Finally.

“Can you tell me what that was?”

The poor girl threw herself off the bed, with her hair crazy and bags under the eyes.

“What that was?! I’m tired of looking at the two of you! ‘Stiles this’ and ‘Derek that’, you’re disgusting! I get it, you’re happy and in love, and it’s never fucking like that in my life, so stop shoving it in my face! How are you not sick of each other?”

Stiles watched her pace around the room, as the realization dawned on him.

Fucking Hales.

“Because we love each other.” When Cora huffed and rolled her eyes, Stiles continued, not allowing her to interrupt. “It’s real and it’s not going anywhere.” He put a hand on his belly. “And that’s it. No drama, no bad feelings. We have an entire happy ending to live through.”

After letting the thought brew in her mind for a few minutes, Stiles patted the seat next to himself and Cora, to his surprise, obediently sat down.

“Why can’t I have what you have?” she said barely above whisper, not looking at him.

“Child, please,” Stiles poked her in the arm and smirked. “My life consists of trips to the bathroom and weird food cravings at two a.m.. It’s not fun. Yes, it’s amazing and it’s a miracle, but fun it is not. Live some life. Experiment. True love will come and whack you on the head and then you’ll be like me and Derek, stupidly in love. Speaking of life, have you ever kissed a girl?”

Cora spluttered and went completely red in the face, looking a little too wide-eyed.

“Stiles!”

“Did you like it?” Stiles grinned.

“Oh, god…”

“Uh-huh.” Stiles bit his lip to stop the ‘mad evil scientist’ laugh from escaping, before clapping Cora on the shoulder. “Now, bring me the laptop, we’re going to ruin your ex’s life.”

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drarryficrecsbasement · 7 months

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Draco Malfoy has the world as his feet. He's twenty-three, first pick Seeker for Puddlemere United, has brilliant friends and a life he adores. The very last thing Draco wants is an unplanned pregnancy, especially one where the other father just so happens to be Harry Potter.

Life, however, has other plans for him.

#drarry #harry potter #drarry fic rec #draco malfoy #drarry fanfic #harry/draco #harry x draco #drarry fic #drarry ao3 #draco x harry #mpreg #drarry mpreg #drarry fanart #drarry art #drarry smut #drarry fic recs

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moonycoco-fic-recs · 6 months

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in arcadia

Summary:

In Ancient Rome, two souls full of darkness and despair meet, filling one another with newfound light and hope. [Megumi is stolen from his home in the dead of night and taken to a far-off land where he is sold to a bathhouse. His first patron is the fearsome General Sukuna. It starts there. But ends someplace wholly unexpected]

Author: cxscas

Ship: Sukuna Ryoumen/Fushiguro Megumi

Side Pairing: Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru, Maki Zenin/Mai Zenin

Tags/Genre: Historical, Ancient Rome, Omegaverse, ABO, Mpreg, Slavery, Prostitution, Implied Incest (between maki and mai)

Length: 16.1k words

Status: Completed

Ratings: Explicit/Underage

Site: Ao3

PS: LINK IN THE COMMENT SECTION

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Learn To Fly

Ladderofyears @ladderofyears

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Marcus Flint, Astoria Greengrass, Original Characters Additional Tags: Mpreg, Mpreg Draco Malfoy, Quidditch, Quidditch Player Harry Potter, Quidditch Player Draco Malfoy, Wimbourne Wasps, Appleby Arrows, Rivalry, Seekers, Daily Prophet (Harry Potter), Outing, Tabloids, Arranged Betrothal, St Mungo's Hospital (Harry Potter), Pregnant Sex, secret love affair, BAMF Astoria Greengrass, BAMF Marcus Flint, League Final, Self-Acceptance, Coming Out, Quidditch Coach Draco Malfoy, Happy Ending, Title from a Foo Fighters Song, HP Quidditch Fest 2022, Quidditch Injuries, Broken Bones, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts

Summary:

January 2004: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are two of the finest Seekers in England, deadly rivals and secret lovers.

As far as Draco is concerned, that's how it'll stay forever. He is betrothed to beautiful heiress Astoria Greengrass, and they are due to have a big summer wedding.

Everything changes during a hotly fought Arrows versus Wimbourne game when Draco falls from his broom. To his huge shock, when Draco awakes in St Mungo's, he discovers he is pregnant.

What will Draco do, now everything in his tidily compartmentalised life has to change?

(੭ˊ͈ ꒵ˋ͈)੭*⁺˚. * ･｡ﾟ☆

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“Percy and George were gossiping over Sunday dinner,” Potter said quietly. Standing up, he took two paces forward so he was looming over Draco. Then he crouched down so that they were eye to eye with one another. “Trying to guess who’d fathered the baby. They kept making stupid, coarse suggestions, just to score cheap laughs. I wanted to punch them both. Wanted to tell them it was my fucking kid they were insulting. I got so close, Malfoy. I could feel the words on the edge of my tongue.”

Draco’s heart hammered in his chest. A shouted declaration over the Weasley dinner table was exactly the sort of drama he categorically did not want.

“Did you tell them?” Draco asked, his voice equally soft.

“No. ’Mione got there first. She called them a pair of thick-skulled narrow-minded morons,” Potter answered. There was the trace of a smile playing at the edge of his lips. “Said you had every right to have a baby if you wanted. Said that it shouldn’t matter if you liked men.” Potter closed the space between them, moving so close that Draco could feel each of his lover’s words as a hot breath of air on his skin. “You can’t wish this away, Malfoy. You’re pregnant. We need to make plans. Work out how we’re telling people.”

On that last word, Harry tilted his face, and found Draco’s lips with his own.

His kiss was passionate, and claiming, and Draco let himself melt onto it, the prickle of his lover’s formidable magic noticeable against his skin. They’d been kissing for six years but, every single time, the rightness of their coupling stuck Draco anew. Potter was the only person in Draco’s life that saw him for who he truly was. Potter wrapped one arm around Draco, and tangled the other in his hair.

When Potter broke their kiss, Draco chased his lover’s lips, hungering for more. “I won’t go away,” Potter told him. “You’re carrying my baby, and I want to be a part of their life. I thought it’d be best to tell Mackenzie first, in case I have to skip any of our big fixtures.”

Draco felt like he’d been doused in freezing water.

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