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twopoppies · 2 years

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Hiiii! Just noticed that you don't have a mpreg category in your reccs? Was curious whether that was something you don't enjoy?

Hi honey. No, I just don’t read mpreg. I’ve explained this a few times before, but having been through infertility, pregnancy, childbirth, and being a parent myself, I just have no interest in reading fic about it. No reason beyond that. 💖

#mpreg fics

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stevieschrodinger · 4 months

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Steve eats, but only because Robin puts food in front of him. Only because she reminds him it's for the pup.

Like he needs reminding. Steve often rests his hand protectively over his rounded tummy. It's reflexive, to protect the only part of Eddie he has left. He feels like he hasn't slept in months, even though he knows he sleeps often, in broken bits and pieces.

He hasn't spoken for a long time, he knows that. Everyone watches him, and everyone used to tell him the same thing, 'they're just dreams Steve, Eddie is gone.'

Steve knows though, they aren't dreams. Eddie is alive, and he's trapped in the Upside Down because Steve didn't try hard enough, didn't push hard enough, didn't say the right things to get the others to believe him.

It upset Dustin the most at first, but Dustin has also been the most adamant because he saw Eddie die, can't even entertain the idea that Eddie might still be alive, because that means he left Eddie behind. That's a lot of guilt to ask a kid to carry.

Steve knows they're talking about him again, like them whispering in the kitchen makes it any better. Steve's starving himself. Steve isn't sleeping. Steve isn't showering. Steve's mate sick even if Eddie never mated him. It's the pup. It's the trauma. It's the nightmares.

They aren't nightmares though, not when Eddie holds him close, laid on a grassy meadow under a sunny blue sky.

El is here, kneeling in front of Steve, 'do you really think Eddie is alive?'

Steve clears his throats, feels full of cobwebs and sand, 'I know he is.'

Steve's said it a thousand different ways. A million. He's cried it and screamed it and shouted it and whispered it and said it as normal and level headed as he could make it sound, 'I am absolutely certain that Eddie is alive,' no one ever believes him.

She nods, 'we will check-'

'El.' It's Hopper, in the doorway, he said 'El' the same way he would say 'No'. 'We talked about this-'

'No, you talked about this. I am tired of this, for Steve, I will check. We will check, just this once.'

And Steve feels too broken to let himself hope, but he heaves himself up off the couch anyway.

El opened a gate in the pool. There's not been water in the pool for quite some time now, and it just seemed apt. A place where there is already a weakness in the world. Perfect for El.

In the end, just to stop the fighting, everyone has gone back to the Upside Down.

Steve squints at the sunny blue sky, not at all surprised to see it. Everyone else is making suitably shocked noises. The grass is green, the trees lush. From the trees, a demodog watches them. It looks different, like it fits here, healthy and well fed now, it shakes and stretches and then lopes off further into the woods.

Everything is overgrown, like the Upside Down is reclaiming everything that One created here.

Nearby, laundry flaps on a washing line, metal band shirts and torn jeans, 'Eddie,' Steve breathes for the first time in over six months, and heads into the house.

There's a bowl of odd looking fruit on the kitchen counter. In the lounge, books. So many books, all stacked and arranged into strange little towers like they are giants in a city, and the books are skyscrapers.

Upstairs, Eddie has clearly nested in Steve's room; there are guitar bits and tools on the desk, two guitars in parts.

The bed is mounded with soft things, Steve scents a pillow, it smells like Eddie...and not.

'Where the fuck is he,' Hopper grumbles.

Steve wants to snap. Wants to scream at them all. They fucking believe him now don't they? They could have had Eddie home months ago if-

Dustin has books from the living room, in the front of each is stamped 'Hawkins Public Library'. So that's where they go.

Steve doesn't know what to do when he spots Eddie. He's crouched on a table, bare toes gripping the edge. He's pale, even more so than before, skin a pale enough alabaster that Steve can see the shadow of blue veins underneath. He's flipping through a book, back and forth, back and forth, before finally stopping and hopping down from the table, 'Eddie?'

Eddie doesn't answer, eyes trained on Steve. His hair has grown, even longer, thick dark curls that Steve wants to bury his hands in.

There's a ticking noise, a low, growling rumble as Eddie stalks closer. Things happen very very quickly, Hopper raises his shotgun, El screams 'no,' Eddie's face peels apart like the petals of a flower filled with teeth as he roars and charges at them.

Hoppers gun is jerked up by an unseen hand, his shot causing plaster to rain down from the ceiling, and then Eddie is floating in the air, roaring as his face blends back to normal and then peels apart again, furious.

El's nose is bleeding, she wipes it away.

Steve moves closer. Eddie looks strange; taller. Leaner. Just, more, somehow.

Steve reaches for him, and Eddie desperately tries to get to him in return, clawing at the air, 'put him down, El.'

'Do not do that-' Hopper starts, but doesn't finish, because Eddie lands neatly on his feet, catlike in his grace, where El drops him.

He lunges for Steve, and Steve let's himself be pulled close and gathered up, Eddie clicking and chittering quietly in Steve's ear, scenting his neck, a strange sucking sensation on his skin as Eddie's face peels apart into one big mouth.

Steve relaxes. He has Eddie back.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson #monster eddie munson #eddie muson lives #steddie ficlet #fic idea #ao3 author #the party #mpreg #mpreg belly

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riveroryn · 6 months

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Omg I just want to be heavily pregnant going into labor resisting the urge to push and then finally giving in and PUSHING my baby out of my birth canal. Yelling with each push. Sweat dripping down my body. My belly shining with sweat in the light. Feeling my baby stretch me wider and wider. Pushing against that pressure. HNNNGGG

Bonus: have a birth partner encourage me to breathe and push. Commanding me to push harder as the baby crowns. Praising me as the baby emerges more and more.

Uggghh give it to me

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birthedstars · 2 months

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A Legends Baby

“Ash, dude…You had to have been high or something,” Liam looked at Ash skeptically.

“I'm telling you, it was Bigfoot. The guy had to be almost eight feet tall, hung like a horse by the way, and had feet big as a Hobbits,” Ash threw up his hands for example.

“You expecting me to believe Bigfoot piped you on the ski trip AND no one else seemed to notice? No fucking shot,” Liam rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well, it happened. What? Did you want me to take a selfie while he was fucking me?

“Yes. If it was THE Bigfoot, I would have!”

Ash crossed his arms and went back to his room. “Fine, don’t believe me.”

~3 months later~

“Fuck, why am I gaining so much weight,” Ash struggled to button his pants.

Over the past few weeks Ash had been gaining weight. Particularly around his lower abdomen. His belly button has gotten slightly shallower.

Ash suddenly felt nauseous. In an instant he's bent over the toilet bowl, hurling last night's burrito into the water.

Liam dropped a pregnancy test on the table.

Ash blinked.

“I'm not pregnant,” Ash said.

“Oh, so you took a test already?” Liam cocked an eyebrow.

“No…”

“Uh huh. You're Bigfoot’s or some super lumberjacks baby daddy, I'm telling you,” Liam said.

“So you believe me now?” Ash laughed and shook his head. “Bigfoot is not even the same species as us, He couldn't get any regular human pregnant.”

Liam shrugged and walked out the bathroom. “Fine, remember me when you get a deal for ‘I didn't know I was pregnant’ episode.”

~7 months later~

Ash closed his apartment door and nearly fell to his knees. So much pain, so much pressure, drowned him as soon as he got away from prying eyes. He clung to the wall, face scrunched and sweat on His brow. Ash's gait was wide as if he was preparing to squat.

For the past few hours, the pressure and routine tightening of his belly had gotten so much worse than the days prior. Brief discomfort has become aggravating pain. The work day had been bad enough with all of the comments about his appearance and the sweltering summer heat.

He tossed off his sweatshirt to reveal the cause of his pain.

His stomach was huge, round, and taut. His belly button disappeared into the skin of it, replaced by stretch marks only slightly hidden by hair. It hung low, only being cradled by his palm. The waistband of his drenched sweat pants curved dramatically beneath it. He stumbled forward into the apartment, his gait wide and waddle slow.

“Fuck, this can't be real. Please no,” Ash grunted and held his tightening belly. “Just need to rest…”

He still denied the obvious conclusion, even after 7 months. There was no way, despite contractions, huge belly, and fluid as evidence.

At least the apartment was empty, so he could save some dignity. Liam was away on a vacation out of state. No help or snarky commentary from him was going to come.

Ash gripped the frame of his bedroom door. His mouth and eyes widened as a heavy weight dropped into the cradle of his open cervix. Something was dropping into his pussy. His eyes widened as he realized the shape of it was round, hard. He wanted to just get to his bed, lie on his back, and close his legs tight.

A strong contraction crashed into him in response to that thought. Ash cried out, digging his nails into the door frame. His stomach twisted. The instinct to bear down overwhelmed him. The huge object surged forward as he pushed unconsciously. It took everything in his power not to fall to his knees.

His vagina quickly filled tightly with what he was creating for weeks. Ash's toes curled in his shoes in pain. He couldn't walk to his bed with his hips so splayed out.

Ash's pussy bulged around the solid round object. The burn nearly drove him to tears, but then the contraction stopped. He dry heaved and looked down at the pool of fluid dripping from the bowled out crotch of his sweats.

The same pussy Bigfoot had cum in 10 months ago was now spread wide and bulging through his sweatpants. Ash trembled as he slowly accepted the truth he'd been denying.

Ash untied the drawstring and allowed his pants to fall to his ankles. He reached over his belly, towards his crotch, knowing and fearing exactly what he'd find. His fingers immediately felt the wet, hairy head of a baby between his fingers.

Ash clasped his other hand over his mouth as he felt the huge head spreading his pussy under his palm. His whole body trembled in disbelief.

He should have listened to Liam. He was pregnant and giving birth. His stomach and back seized, sending Ash into another chorus of crying. His pussy spread wide into a painful circle around the hair head.

“Fucking! Get out!” Ash screamed as he slid further down the doorway into a squat. His belly, hung between his thighs, seized in on itself. The pressure and power behind his push drove the baby forward and spurts of fluid gushing out onto the wood floor.

His body lurched as the head and shoulders rocketed out of his pussy with a rough gush of fluid.

He gasped in relief, but continued to push regardless. The body didn't budge and offered Ash nothing but a severe pain in his cervix.

Ash stood up painfully with a deep ragged breath, head and shoulders between his thighs. Why didn't he just fucking listen to Liam. He just had to have Bigfoot's cock, couldn't just snap a fuzzy pic of him and run like normal people.

Another contraction came, he pushed. Nothing happened. No matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't get the baby to descend any lower. Something was stopping the baby from moving lower. The pain was already infuriating.

Desperate, Ash carefully wrapped his hands around the body. His belly began tightening and his back started to lock up. With an almighty roar, Ash pushed and pulled. His body twisted, the muscles in his body rippled as whatever was making the baby stuck started to give. Ash could feel something big come out of his cervix and into his canal. He bit his lip, tugging Bigfoot's baby out of his pussy centimeter by centimeter.

“Fucking hell!” He screamed out.

He threw his head back as his pussy rapidly spread apart . The burn hit him hard and then left as quickly as it came. Ash's body finally released its grip on the baby, his stomach deflating instantly as his child slid out of him. Ash's legs gave out beneath him, leaving him to fall against the wall.

Ash tiredly stared down at the heavy baby in his hands. It had his dark black hair as a mane on its head. But what really caught Ash's attention were what was at the end of the kids legs. The hairy, already crying baby had larger than normal feet. Because of course it did. This is Bigfoot's Kid after all.

“Never fucking without a pill again…” Ash murmured, slumped against the wall.

#🧇!Anon #mpreg #birth fiction #labor fiction #maiesiophilia #birth kink #labor kink #preg kink #birth fic #labor fic #request #monster pregnancy #difficult birth

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cyankeiya · 25 days

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Husband pregnant with a blocked birth canal, gynecologist wife tries to help him through the contractions and make him do some walking around their garden admist terrible contractions since it will help unblock the birth canal.. he is already due! Please can you write something on those lines?

Words: 1.3K+

Content: Mpreg, contains an outdoors birth

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“I-I can’t…it’s stuck!”

He’d been pushing bare naked while standing, hands on his thighs, knees slightly bent on the bathroom floor for the past 10 minutes or so, his wife with him with her hand gently rubbing his back. The couple was trying the tactic of him pushing his hands downward on the top of his belly, with his wife working her fingers through his opening to try to help the baby come out, but it was too painful, and the struggling father wasn’t making much progress.

He was panting heavily as he felt another contraction ramp up. He grunted and gave another push.

He’d been overwhelmed and anxious because his labor had progressed pretty fast in the first half of the day. But now that he was due to push, the baby’s head was stuck lodged in his birth canal and hadn’t crowned yet.

“I’m sorry, babe, I-I can’t, it’s not coming out!” He shook his head, tears forming in his eyes, looking desperately at his wife.

“It’s alright, it’s gonna be alright. Breathe, baby. Don’t force it.” She reminded her husband, moving herself in front of his view and looking at him in the eyes gently and lovingly, whilst rubbing his heavy, aching belly soothingly. He slowed his rapid breathing down, taking slow, deep breaths and calming himself, trying to focus on her. “You’re doing so well. Don’t worry, we’ll figure out a way to get things to move along.”

He wiped his tears with his forearm.

“Come on, honey, let’s take a walk outside the back and get some fresh air. We can see if it’ll help with the blockage, you think you’re up for it?” She asked her husband.

“Yeah, that sounds…that sounds good,” He nodded, a bit out of breath. He wasn’t entirely eager to stop pushing where he was to walk somewhere else in their home, but whatever he needed to do to just get this baby out.

His wife grabbed the towel placed underneath him, along with another new towel from the bathroom closet. She helped him get his shorts back on and let him hang off her shoulder as they walked out from the bathroom towards the kitchen area where the sliding door was out to the backyard.

“Ohhh it hurts, it hurts.” He winced, shutting his eyes and holding his painful, contracting belly from underneath as he limped his way to the sliding door. He huffed and slowly blew out a breath as the intense contraction passed over him.

“I know, honey, I know. You got this,” She encouraged him as she opened the door to their backyard.

He breathed in deeply and took in the warm, fresh spring air, opening his eyes to the backyard view. The afternoon Sun shone bright in the clear sky. The lawn grass was a vibrant green; the flowers which the couple planted along the tall fence earlier in the spring had also bloomed.

“Alright, we’ll have you walk around back here, see if it can help get things unblocked.” His wife explained to him.

The couple linked hands, with her other hand on her husband’s back. He paced along the grass lawn, with his wife walking beside him.

“Ohhh godddd…” He moaned at another horrible contraction, hunching over grabbing his heavy, dropped belly and blowing out a huff of breath. “Hooohhhhhh….” His contractions were not only strong but a minute long and getting much closer, almost on top of one another. His hips ached from the weight of his baby in his pelvis.

“Very good. I’ve got you. Breathe.” His wife said, rubbing his back. “That was pretty rough, huh?”

“It’s been that way all day…” He winced. Fuck, he didn’t know how much more of this he could take. At least the weather was nice out today.

The couple continued to walk along the grass lawn for some time. With each step, he could feel the baby’s head pressing against his birth canal, causing a horrible pressure. He stopped walking when suddenly he felt the head crowning.

“Babe, I think…ohhhh it’s coming!!” He exclaimed, clutching his belly.

She put her hand on his belly as well. “Okay, everything’s moving along. Do you wanna go back inside?”

“No-nope…gotta pushhhh!!!” He grunted at another contraction, which pressed the baby’s head further into his birth canal. Nothing felt like it was blocked up anymore, that was a relief. But not really, because he had to push.

“Alright, amazing, I’ll just lay out the towels.” His wife acted quickly, walking them back both to the concrete, and placing the towels on the concrete in front of the sliding door. She helped him stand on top of the towels and quickly stripped him of his shorts, so he was bare naked outside, about to give birth on the patio.

“How do you want to push?" She asked then. "Do you want to push standing like earlier? Or squatting, or..."

“Y-yeah, I can stand.” He nodded.

“Let me check you –” She said, kneeling in front of him and proceeding to examine him. “Okay everything looks good. Push on the next contraction, honey.”

He planted his feet further apart, bending his knees, and pressing his hands to his thighs. He took a deep breath and grunted as he pushed. “Hrgghhhh…ahhhh…”

“You can do it, darling,” His wife encouraged. “Push, push, pushhhhh…”

“Hnnnghhhh!!!!” He groaned as he bore down. “Oohhhh it’s big!!” He whined, hot tears stinging his eyes at the feeling of the lips of his opening expanding.

His wife looked underneath him and saw the baby’s head was crowning. She continued to instruct her husband to breathe and push. Gripping at his thighs, he sucked in a deep breath and let out a loud groan. With a big push, he’d finally managed to get the baby’s head out.

“Amazing job,” She said. “Alright, here comes the shoulders.”

He nodded and took a deep breath. When he had another contraction, he firmly pressed his hands to the thighs of his slightly bent legs standing planted to the floor and his head hung down. She kept his hand on his back as he pushed, letting out a loud groan. “Aaaaahhhhh!!!” The shoulders were almost completely out.

“Good, that was good.” She assured. She had her hand underneath his legs. “Okay, we can try again where you put pressure on your belly. Does that sound good? It’s up to you.”

“Yeah. Mhm.” He nodded. “We’ll do that.”

He placed both hands on his belly, breathing deeply on another contraction and pressing his hand downwards. The baby’s shoulders were inching out of him with each push, they weren’t stuck like earlier when he was pushing in the bathroom.

“You’re doing great. Keep pushing, honey.” His wife encouraged him.

Her husband panted hard and grunted through another big push, then a few more pushes, slowly pressing his hands down on his belly once more. With more pushing and grunting, he’d manage to get the shoulders out of his body. His legs trembled, he hunched over with his hands to his thighs and groaned, “Ohhhhh god….” in total overwhelm. He panted heavily as he anticipated what he hoped to be his final set of pushes.

His wife kept holding her hands underneath the baby’s head. “Amazing job. I have the head. Keep going, you’re almost there.”

With that, her husband took some more deep breaths, and with another contraction, he felt his belly harden, he had the uncontrollable urge to push. He spread his legs further apart and took a deep breath. He pressed his hands more firmly against his thigh, pushing and yelling loudly until the baby was completely out of his body and caught in his wife’s hands.

He was still hunched over, panting and catching his breath. Sweat completely drenched his body. His heavy panting melted into soft sobs because it was all over.

His wife gave him the crying baby to hold to his bare, leaking chest. “You did so great.” She gave her husband a gentle smile and kissed him.

#mpreg #mpreg birth #birth kink #giving birth #birth fiction #birth fic #pushing #preg kink #labor kink #in labor #pregnancy kink #mpregnancy #mpreg kink #mpreg story

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i-like-rocks22 · 8 months

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I have realised you'll probably all enjoy the presentation I gave at the PowerPoint Party we had for my husband's birthday.

It was VERY detailed.

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livingproofoftbd · 14 days

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brandy

rated m | 31.8k words | single chapter

tags: mpreg, unplanned pregnancy, tooth rotting fluff, confessions, friends with benefits, friends to lovers, non explicit sex

like all stupid mistakes, it starts with a bottle of alcohol. specifically, a good bottle of brandy.

or, dream and george have a baby

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huge thanks to @dwtdog and @oz-anonymous for beta reading ily guys <33

also thanks to @uftopia for the ideas when i sent you an anon like a month and a half ago lol (i used most of them)

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bon-sides-sw · 3 months

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Question: whose Cal Kestis other parent?

On another day I would have told you that can be anyone, even a random stranger he met on a bar- BUT THEN, @babygirlbridger and @krispyswips infected me with the brainworms via discord chats and this Fic [To Out Halcyon Days] (E) that I'm so obsessed with!!

So yes, is Quinlan.

But Obi and his stewjoni biology are so powerful that his womb just photocopies himself.

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innerthighfest · 4 months

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A Normal Night In

After a late class and a long commute home, I finally reach the steps of my complex. Looking up at the landing one flight up, I gulp. Without looking down, I feel for the base of my massively pregnant belly.

I had gone abroad for a semester and during my last week there I had a one night stand that resulted in me getting pregnant. Now, at just over 43 weeks, I shift my weight side to side up each step. "Ooohh..." I quietly moan, the underside of my pregnant belly needing as much support as it can get as I climb the stairs.

Once at the top I know it's not yet the end. So far the babies in my belly haven't been too disturbed, movement is felt but there is some hope I can at least make it to my door without stopping for a contraction.

Waddling down the hall, I press my now free hand against my back, forcing my belly forward and blocking most of my view of the floor.

With a little satisfaction of making it through the day and finally into my apartment, I reward myself with a shower. The warm water relaxes my muscles as I close my eyes and let the water run over my expectant body. I rub a creamy soap lather all over naked belly.

When I used to brush my teeth I would stand with my face nearly cheek to the mirror, now I stand brushing a couple feet away, my abdomen swollen and protruding out, grazing the cold sink ahead of me. My shower steamed hands warming the lotion I smooth over my pregnant swell.

I throw on whatever clothes I can find, a white T-shirt that clings tight to my body, belly hanging out from the bottom, and the comfiest sweatpants I can manage to pull up.

I walk past a wide full length mirror as I exit my bedroom. My belly full of babies is huge and incredibly round. Over 9 months pregnant I stand there, admiring my belly in the reflection. It's surreal. I'm a bit turned on.

I relocate to the couch, a futon with no side arms. I use both hands to lower myself safely onto the cushions, a process that can only compare to an entire upper body workout. I adjust, my T-shirt slides up a bit higher revealing my sizeable baby belly more, still in view of my mirror, I take myself in.

*Sigh*, I feel so relaxed. Being this pregnant is no easy feat, it's almost as if the mysterious man who impregnated me wasn't human at all given the sheer size of the babies making my belly throb. In a masochist way I enjoy the physical struggle of being this bred.

A couple hours pass and I start to get sleepy, but the babies inside me had other ideas. I aimlessly flip through channels in an attempt to distract myself, one hand on the remote, the other nursing a sore spot on my belly from a strong kick.

"Hsssss ahh...ooouu, settle down..." I say softly, adjusting my small frame under the weight of my heavy, overdue belly, both hands now soothing the dull ache. "Haaaa...ohh... Ooo okay, okay, hooo..." I winch at the sharp pains low in my womb, the hand cradling the base of my huge belly moves instinctively in circles to soften the pain while the other supports my delicate body against the couch. My thin eyeglasses fogging slightly from the heat I am feeling.

I can almost swear I am seeing myself getting bigger. The television program partly obstructed behind my fullness as I feel a contraction rip through me. Arching my back forward I trail my hands down from my ribs to my groin. "Haa, haa, ooo, calm down." I mutter, breathless as my abdomen tightens.

I pull my sweats down, the waistband irritating the underside of my swollen midsection. My shirt rides up once more. "Ahhh...hsss" I throw my head back, the pressure in my cervix is dull and unbearable and yet I am aroused more and more with every orbit my hand completes around my swollen belly.

This contraction is far from over, but during a lull in the pain I manage to engage the trigger on the futon, swiftly flattening it out into a bed. Adjusting, I spread my legs and lean forward, my weight on my calves and knees. Returning upright I begin to rub in large, slow circles.

I pant longingly to please myself through this contraction as I stare at myself lustfully, but I can barely get a solid grip on my throbbing, hard shaft. I begin swaying my hips back and forth against a strategically placed pillow. My arousal grows, my baby belly expanding with each deep breath in. "Hsss" my hands circle once more, "ooooo" "oh, oh wow, oooooooooo!" I groan as the contraction gets stronger, watching the skin on my belly twitch and tighten in the bedroom mirror as I sway, making me that much harder. The glow of the TV illuminating the lotion on my heavily pregnant belly making it look that much bigger in the mirror's reflection.

Rocking my lower body in pleasure as much as I can, I feel nothing but a sore, dull ache from deep within, making me feel sick with pain. "Haaaa oooh, fuck!" it almost feels like my water is going to break. "oh oooohhh mmmmmm...okay...okay..." but it never does. I press hard against my sides then trail my hands down the under-curve of my belly. "Ha Haa, ooooooo...oh wow, wow, hssss..." my whole body cried to start pushing, my back about to snap in two from arching so far backwards, trying my best to lovingly soothe my aching pregnant belly as the wave of pain finally washes away.

It's almost as if the babies inside me don't want to come out, my already heavily pregnant belly will continue to grow and I won't fully reach orgasm until I finally give birth. I am being teased. What did I do to deserve such a lasting reward from a one night stand? I think to myself as I manage to get to my feet, exhausted, yearning for sleep.

Making my way closer to the lengthy mirror I am impressed by the sheer size of myself, all babies within still moving subtly under my skins surface. I turn to the side to close my door and notice that i have indeed become more pregnant than before. Maybe those werent contractions at all, but rather growing pains. I may get to enjoy this for a while longer, but I can feel the end is near as I notice my heavy baby belly has dropped ever so slightly. I get cozied in bed, my hardness never subsiding as I stroke my continuously maturing belly goodnight.

Just another normal night in.

#male pregnancy #mpreg belly #mpreg #mpreg kink #mpreg fic #mpreg story #contractions

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 3 days

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Okay you sinners, you asked and I shall give.

Adam swapped.

Contains Mpreg.

Adam groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, there wasn't a lot of light but what little bit there was hurt his vision. Slowly, he got to his feet. "The fuck?"

He knew he was overweight before but this was just insulting! He ran a hand through his hair and stopped when he felt horns there. Adam frantically looked around so that he could get a look at his appearance and what he saw made him sick.

He had fallen from grace. Large black and gold horns on top of his head, his skin grayed, he hand blackened demon hands and his gut was huge! What the fuck. Adam placed a hand on his stomach, somehow it felt..... Different from regular fat.

Glancing around, he started walking. He was in Hell alright. Fuck, this couldn't get any worse. He sniffed the air, what was that smell? Adam smelled himself and nearly puked, he smelled like he had been living in a fucking dumpster.

Adam could hear people whispering as he walked by them, looking him up and down. "That's the Queen of Hell, wheres he been?"

Queen of Hell?

Adam didn't see that cunt Lilith anywhere.

Looking around, it dawned on Adam that he didn't have the first clue as to where he was. Wasn't he killed up by that tacky hotel? How in the fuck did he get down to what was likely downtown in the city?

Adam took in the sights, it was really weird being down here after being up in heaven for so long.

"Papa?" Adam turned to see Charlie looking at him, eyes wide and rimmed with tears. Vaggie was behind her looking at him in disbelief too, like they couldn't believe it was him.

Which yeah, they thought he died so understandable. But why the fuck was this bitch talking about a papa? Adam looked behind him, there was no one else there. He turned back to Charlie, confused. "You talking to me?"

Charlie launched herself forward encasing Adam in a tight hug, he was so shocked he froze. "Oh papa! I'm so glad you're okay! Where have you been, where did you go? Why did you leave? Dad and I have been worried sick and-" Charlie noticed Adams belly when she pulled back, she didn't know how to feel. "Did.... Did you cheat on dad?"

Adam pushed her away non too gently. "The fuck are you talking about? You can't cheat on someone you were never fucking with!" Now that Adam was looking at Charlie, she looked a little different. The only thing that seemed different about her was her hair, no longer golden blonde but now a light brown with blonde undertones.

Weird.

"Charlie, I think there's something wrong. He doesn't sound like himself." Vaggie chimed in placing a hand on her girlfriends shoulder.

Adam glared. "Fuck you Vagina! I'm perfectly fine, other than I smell like a fucking sewer." Vaggie and Charlie's eyes went wide at Adams harsh words.

"Papa, do you know where you are?"

Adam rolled his eyes, what kind of question was that? "I'm in Hell bitch, where the fuck else would I be?"

Charlie tried not to let the harsh words stab her in the heart like they did. "We should get you back to the hotel, you can shower, eat and calm down." Not to mention wait for dad, he's going to flip.

"What!? I'm not going to that tacky two bit hotel of yours! Hey! Get your hands off of me, this is kidnapping you little bitches, heaven will hear of this and you will suffer the consequences. Let me go!!"

It took a lot for both Charlie and Vaggie to get Adam to the hotel, he was now sulking on the couch grumbling under his breath.

Charlie was pacing the lobby, everyone was waiting on her dad. She had texted him a picture of Pa, and she thought he would explode from excitement. He was in a meeting at the embassy but she knew the moment it was over he'd be here.

A portal opened by the front door and Lucifer all but ran in, he looked wild and frantic. "Charlie! Where is he?" He grabbed his daughter looking her in the eyes, she pointed over to the couch. "Adam?" His voice was soft, as if he couldn't believe he was seeing him.

"Dad, there's something I-"

Lucifer went over to his husband and sat beside him, Adam was startled at the King's sudden presence. "Oh love I'm so glad you're okay." Lucifer went to embrace him only to be shut down.

"The fuck are you doing asshole?" Adam seethed, wondering why he would try and hug him. Did he call him 'love'? "What the fuck is wrong with you people?"

"Adam, honey, I don't understand." Lucifer looked to Charlie.

"He says he woke up in an alley way. It seems that his memory is gone and thinks he hates us." Charlie supplied sadly, trying not to cry. Her papa was always so kind and loving, this is so jarring.....

"I do! You freaks let that tiny cunt stab me in the back. Literally."

Lucifer freaked, Adam got stabbed!? He looked him over but didn't see any wounds. He finally noticed his belly.... "You're pregnant?"

"I'm not fucking pregnant asshole, I'm a man!" Adam seethed, he could feel his rage building.

Lucifer gave him a concerned look, he could feel the presence of a soul coming from inside of Adam. "Don't you remember your curse?"

"What fucking curse?"

Lucifer looked at Charlie. " Go get the book, Hun." Charlie nodded and retrieved the Book of Hell, she handed it over to her dad. "Maybe this will help jog your memory."

Adam read the book, curious.

Long ago when humanity was first created in the garden of Eden, there was Adam and Lilith who were made to be each other's equal. That could not have been less true. Lilith wanted to control and dominant Adam, demanding they procreate.

Adam refused, wanting more in life than being a baby machine for a woman he did not love. This enraged the first woman who took her frustration out on Adam in physically harmful ways.

Scared for his safety, Adam fled the garden to escape his wife. This is when he met the archangel Lucifer, who showed him what love and respect was really meant to be.

The two fell deeply in love, though their love was forbidden. In the wake of this, Lilith was granted a new husband by the name of Steve.

Lucifer offered Adam the fruit of knowledge and the first man accepted. With this single act of disobedience, sin and evil found its way to earth.

Angered with the couple, Sera placed a curse on the first man that if he didn't want to fulfill his role of being a father he'd be cursed to be a birth giver and mother. Any and all children he was to bear would result in a painful birth as a reminder for what he did.

The lovers were cast down into the pits of Hell where they could never see the good in humanity.

Lucifer fell into a deep depression for everything that happened, but Adam thrived and empowered the sinners and hellborns of the land with his voice and guitar music.

They had one child together, a beautiful daughter by the name of Charlotte Morningstar.

Adam couldn't believe what the fuck he just read. He fell with Lucifer instead of Lilith? This didn't make any sense! Wait....

"Oh on a fucking minute." He reached around his now obviously pregnant belly to touch his crotch. His eyes went wide. "WHERE THE FUCK IS MY DICK!?"

((Should I continue this??))

#adamsapple #lucifer x adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #mpreg #fic

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whumpuss · 5 months

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#bellykink #mpreg #oc #my ocs #belly ache kink #stomach ache kink #jock #stomach ache fic

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simply-smitten · 1 month

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Warm, like Starlight (pt2)

Dnf - rated E - 22k (and counting!)

I’m still writing part two, but I thought I’d share some snippets on here so you can get excited :) !! none of the screenshots connect btw, but I think you can see where this is going

#smitten fics #dnf fanfic #cat hybrid gnf #mpreg #how did that get in there #okay but actually RAHHH I’m so excited to get this done and uploaded!!

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riveroryn · 6 months

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It's time

I could feel the contractions getting stronger and stronger. The pain was getting unbearable.

MMMMHHH

I hummed through the pain. Another contraction, and another one. 3 minutes apart, 2 minutes apart, 1 minute apart.

OH MY GOD. OWWWWWW

Suddenly I felt a new pressure in my birth canal. Oh my God so much pressure. I, I feel like I have to push.

I put a towel in my mouth, bit down and PUSHED.

Hnnnggghhh

A let out a gutteral yell through the towel I was biting on. Holy shit the pressure was insane. The pain was horrible. I pushed and pushed and pushed. Eventually the head started to crown.

AAAGGGHHHH

It was so painful. The head stretched my lips apart with each push. I thought I was going to tear. I couldn't stop pushing though. My body physically wouldn't stop pushing. So I just pushed and pushed. It was so painful, I kept screaming.

AHHHH!!! OH GOD! AHHH!!! GET IT OUT!!! HNNNGGGAAAHHH!!!

The head came to a full crown. I panted and tried to resist pushing. I wanted to let the head come out slowly. Unfortunately I had no control. Another horrible contraction hit me and forced me to PUSH.

AHHHHH!!!!! Oh god!!!!!!!

I gave a POWERFUL push. It hurt like HELL. The head finally came out.

Oh god... Oh god...

I panted and waited for the next contraction.

Here it comes.... Uuugghhh!!!!!

I pulled my legs back, took a deep breath and PUSHED HARD. I pushed and pushed and pushed.

AGGGHHHH AHHHHH!!!!! OOOOOHHHH-

The baby slid out with a lot of fluid into my hands.

Oh my God... I did it... I just gave birth...

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stevieschrodinger · 6 months

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Link to part one

Link to part four

Part Five

Eddie doesn't know what the fuck he's supposed to do now. He had a plan. Have his heat with Steve; hopefully kindle with Steve's pup, go about his life.

His plan did not account, at all, for one fairly major factor. Steve Harrington himself.

Eddie's heat was...well, he tried to put it out of his mind, at first, because it wasn't at all what he thought it would be.

He did present, a couple of times towards the end, but only because he chose to. Only because he found he wanted to. At the start he thought it was all he would do; be on his knees, face smashed into the bedding. Doesn't matter how nice the surroundings, on your knees is still on your knees, right?

But no. Steve had kept him on his back. Steve had spent what felt like hours making Eddie comfortable, getting him ready. Steve had done research, actual research into neglected Omega. He knew the first time would be bad and he wanted to see Eddie's face; wanted to watch for reactions. Wanted to know if he was hurting Eddie because he knew Eddie's body wasn't going to start working right until it had had a couple of knottings.

Steve had even bought lube, knowing Eddie's body might not work right. He was prepared. And he looked after Eddie so good. He made it so good.

He made it perfect.

And Eddie told himself Steve did that because he's had a fuck tonne of practice. And now that he's had Eddie, he's going to move onto the next one.

Which is fine, Eddie got what he wanted.

And now? And now Eddie feels good.

He can scent again, he can feel again.

It's like having a limb grow back, like a sense being returned. Like waking up and finding the world had righted itself overnight. Eddie's actually been able to jerk off, now that Steve's helped him. He actually gets aroused, gets slick. Before his heat, Eddie can't actually remember the last time it happened, the last time he was able to feel good.

He'd been laughing with Wayne in their tiny kitchen, bumping one another, when Wayne had pulled him into a tight hug, saying he was 'happy to have you back, kid' and Wayne looked emotional, looked genuine.

And it was in that moment Eddie realised just how bad he'd let it get, just how far he'd sunk and not even known how hard it was hitting Wayne.

But it was fine, Eddie has a spring in his step and, hopefully, a pup growing in him.

The last person Eddie expects to find at his front door, exactly one week after his heat, is Steve Harrington.

He's holding tupperware and a bunch of flowers, and Eddie might be an out of touch omega, but he knows courting gifts when he sees them.

He's so fucked.

Link to part six

#eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #alpha steve harrington #omega eddie because he's so pretty #mpreg #fic wip

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hedwig221b · 5 months

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[narrator's voice] Derek is not human, despite what Stiles thinks. Derek also knows something that Stiles doesn't - that Stiles is pregnant

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Cold blood slithered down his forearms to his elbows and dripped on the floor. His hands were slick with it, oily with all the fat that saturated the flesh.

His sharpened teeth dug into the meat and tore chunks of it out. He swallowed it almost without chewing, so hungry he was. The sounds felt too loud in the silence of the night, the whirring of the fridge the only accompaniment to his long-awaited feast.

It didn’t matter that he was used to the hot flesh. No, this was good, too, even with the faint notes of grass throughout—

“Stiles?”

Stiles froze.

Suddenly, he saw everything — the opened fridge, the dim light from inside; he felt the cold kitchen tiles under his bare feet, the chill that stuck to his skin. Something cold and soft and slick in his hands.

Stiles let it go.

The half-eaten steak smacked onto the floor right between his feet.

No. No, no, no.

Stiles didn’t want to turn, deathly afraid of what might happen after. He just stood there, staring at the meat, waiting for Derek to shout, to yell, to call him insane and kick him out—

Strong hands grabbed him by the shoulders and turned his body away from the fridge. Familiar hands cupped his undoubtedly pale and bloody face and turned up.

Derek’s wide eyes were full to the brim with concern.

He will leave, he will leave, he will leave.

“Baby, listen to me, it’s okay.”

Stiles opened his mouth to talk, but the taste chose this exact moment to remind him about what he had just done. Everything tasted like meat, like blood.

Whatever expression he had on his face made Derek frown even harder. The man shook him a little.

“Focus on me, Stiles. It’s okay. It’s fine. I’m here. It was probably a dream, that’s all.”

That was no dream.

Stiles didn’t remember waking up or walking to the kitchen. If Derek didn’t snap him out of it, he could’ve… could’ve…

“Come here, sweetheart.” Gently, oh so gently, Derek took his wrists and led him to the sink. He washed Stiles’ hands himself, holding them as if they were more fragile and thinner than crystal.

Stiles watched his hands move and barely had any feeling in his own. He was only vaguely aware of the wall of heat that was Derek’s body in front of him, of his muscles flexing under his movements, of the edge of his clenched jaw.

What had he done?

“That’s it,” said Derek, turning off the water. He dried his hands, then led him to the bar stool, helping him up. “Come on, arms up.”

Stiles lifted his arms as if in a trance. He didn’t understand why Derek asked him that at first, but then felt the cold seep into his skin as the man took off his shirt.

Oh. Right. It was probably covered in blood, too.

Derek’s shadow disappeared then returned a couple of seconds later. Something warm and wet touched his face — his own t-shirt, Stiles realized. Derek was cleaning his face. From chunks of meat, fat, and blood.

Stiles lifted his eyes.

Derek met his gaze for a fraction of a second, then returned to cleaning.

“Derek.”

“Shh.”

Stiles shut up. His eyes stung, and his whole body was breaking out in shivers.

Derek noticed, of course, always weirdly attuned to Stiles’ body. Putting the t-shirt aside, he hopped over into the living room and came back with a blanket in his hands, which he then promptly put around Stiles.

God, he probably thought Stiles was such a fucking freak. Derek was probably in shock himself.

“On a scale of one to ten,” said Stiles in a shaking voice, “how much do you want me to leave and never come back?”

He was probably going to be told to pack his things in three, two—

Stiles didn’t expect Derek to step between his spread legs and sweep him into a tight hug.

Fuck, he didn’t need to add tears to the horror scene, not now.

“Never joke about it,” said Derek into his ear, grabbing his waist harder. “Never.”

“But—”

“I swear to god, if I have to lock you inside, I would.”

Stiles wanted to curl into himself from the heaviness of his voice. He dug his fingers into Derek’s shoulders and sagged against him with his chin against the man’s shoulder.

“So we’re going to, like, pretend nothing happened? Is that what you mean?” he asked.

“No. No, of course, not. Look at yourself, you’re trembling like a leaf.” Derek rubbed his back as if it would help. As if anything would help. “I told you, it’s okay. You’ve just had a very intense dream and sleepwalked.”

Oh, Derek. Stiles was honestly flattered and a little bit horrified by the lengths Derek was willing to go to delude himself into thinking Stiles was normal.

Fuck, Derek was such a naive human. Stiles couldn’t let him think that. It was simply dangerous.

“Derek, sleepwalking or not, you cannot tell me it wasn’t freaky.”

“It’s not.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake—”

“And it’s my fault anyway.”

“How the fuck was that—”

“How are you feeling?” Not listening to a word he said, Derek put his palm against Stiles’ stomach, rubbing the skin with his thumb. “Nausea? Pain?”

“N-no?”

“Do you still want to eat?”

Now Stiles really looked at him. What was he supposed to say? Wasn’t that kind of a strange question? Stiles was, like, fifty percent sure that when humans got food poisoning they were put on a diet of chicken broth and crackers. Did Derek think he had just got poisoned?

What was he supposed to say?

“Uhh,” Stiles blinked at him. Well, maybe if he went for the truth… Derek was human after all, he had to know what to do. “Kind of?”

“Okay, that is fine.” Derek nodded at him as if talking to an idiot. “Sit here, baby, okay? Just relax. I’m going to cook something for you.”

After pressing a light apologetic kiss on Stiles’ forehead, Derek left him sitting alone. Stiles watched in confusion (mixed with something shaking, warm, and aching) as he marched to the fridge, took something out, then plopped the pan right on the stove.

He always loved watching Derek cook. He did it with a strange grace, his movements quick but precise. The muscles on his back and shoulders played delicately in the low warm light; his grey pants rode low on his hips. Derek was cooking for him.

For him.

Stiles crossed his arms on the table and laid his forehead on his hands.

Breathing, listening. Trying not to fall apart completely.

He didn’t deserve this man. Never did and never will.

Something hissed and sizzled. Fat or oil bubbled on the hot surface, sputtering droplets everywhere. Soon, the kitchen filled with a delicious smell of…

Grilled meat?

Stiles looked up.

Derek stood by the stove, leaning with one hand on the counter, and holding the steak with tongs in another. He remained silent as he cooked, turning the meat and pressing it on all sides. Shoved it in the oven, then stared with a blank faraway gaze at the stove as it cooked. Took it out after a few minutes, back into the pan, basting it with butter, garlic, and some herbs.

Not a single word, until…

“Here.”

…a plate with a perfectly grilled juicy rare steak was put in front of him.

Stiles stared at the bronzed buttered surface of the meat, then swallowed the spit that instantly filled his mouth.

He licked his lips, cleared his throat, then turned a hesitant gaze up at Derek, who was watching him like a hawk.

“I can eat it?”

Derek’s eyes drilled into his.

“I cooked it for you.”

Stiles wiggled in his seat. “Yeah, no, I meant…” he had to keep his act as a human so Derek would have to bear stupid questions. “Can I eat it so soon after?..”

Derek was… yep, still staring. “Kitten,” he started with a strange smile on his lips that didn’t match his wild gaze, “you bet your pretty ass you can eat anything I put in front of you. I’ll always give you the best. That steak you ate? “Premium” doesn’t begin to cover it. I’m also quite sure that your stomach can handle it. You’re human, yes, but you’re still a predator.”

Stiles’ whole body went still as a statue.

Does he kn—

No. No, stupid, how would he fucking know? If Derek knew what kind of predator Stiles really was, he would run away instead of trying to soothe him with a treat.

“I know what you need, Stiles,” Derek added, a touch softer than before. “Eat.”

Derek had no idea what Stiles needed. However, this time, he guessed right.

Stiles licked his lips discreetly, pushed the plate towards himself, and began eating.

He ate the whole thing under Derek’s heavy stare. When Stiles offered him the bite, he only stretched his lips in this secretive smile of his, this time full of… pride? Satisfaction? Pleasure? Whatever it was, Derek refused.

If only Stiles allowed himself to dream, it would be of this. Of Derek accepting him for who he was. A predator.

Yet, usually, the human-eating predators didn’t have the same respect as others. And no matter how much it was romanticized, Stiles did not want to die from his lover’s hand.

#sterek #sterek fic #stiles x derek #sterek fanfic #my fics #stiles stilinski #derek hale #eternal sterek #sterek fanfiction #mpreg #sterek mpreg #sterek au #stiles mpreg #merry christmas stereks #here's the treat #blood #I promised a snippet didn’t I #vegans I'm so sorry #sterek moodboard

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Fuck it Friday

I have a goal to end I want to dance with you tonight (and for the rest of my life) till Saturday and post so more from it

“Make love to me, Tommy.”

The prettiest smile on Tommy’s face, makes Buck smile too. Careful hands grab his hips again tonight, with less hot burning lust, yet not less passion and with way more tenderness, almost not touching his naked skin above the pants, not trying to claim his skin, but trying to make him feel the desire and care from Tommy, which Buck knows boils in man’s blood. He feels it all too. Both his and Tommy’s. He hopes the man feels his too.

The hands move to his thighs, nudging him to let Tommy pull him up, moving Buck's legs so that they are around his waist. Tommy strokes his legs gently and Buck is covered in goosebumps at how good it feels even when there is a thin layer of sweatpants between Tommy's big and warm hands and his skin.

They kiss all the way to Tommy’s bedroom, and Buck is really happy it’s not a big house, with a bedroom close to the living room, without any stairs they need to get over to make it to bed.

and if you want some angst for my new bucktommy mpreg fic I started today, go under cut(the scene is godfather Eddie and baby Sky, but bucktommy mentioned and implied) (@houseofevanbuckley you was interesting so tagging you)

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s your godfather Eddie,” Eddie smiles, looking into the baby blue eyes. He knows they will get only darker and brighter like her daddies’. He is just interested if her eyes will be like Buck’s electric blue, or Tommy’s intense steel blue. Buck once read a long lecture about how he and his boyfriends had different blue eyes and his daughter better take as much from him as she could because he's the one pregnant and he would ground her if she’s Tommy’s mini copy.

Eddie chuckles from the thought, with wet eyes, “he was joking, by the way, sweetheart. Your daddy will never make you do anything you don’t want to. And will never punish you for something that just can't be your fault. He loves you anyway. The way you are. And no matter what your eyes’ color is gonna be anyway it will be perfect like you already are. Perfect little princess .”

He strokes little round cheek, leaving a light kiss there, trying hard not to cry. He should be stronger for his friends, for Tommy, for Sky, for Buck. He should be the rock of the family right now. Because Tommy, Sky and Buck need him. Buck was protector of him and Chris for a lot of time, it’s Eddie’s time to be protector of Buck’s family. Be the best godfather ever possible.

“I know we should have met not like that,” Eddie whispers through a lump in the throat, “your daddy and papa should have introduced you to me officially, letting me hold you after they will take you together from the hospital. But, unfortunately, your daddy's dumb luck struck again, but,” Eddie lets the most beautiful baby girl clutch his finger in a firm grip. He grins at this, kissing her hand like a true princess, “your daddy is a fighter. The strongest man I know. He will fight to get back to you and your papa. And till then I will be here to make sure your papa takes care of himself. Because I know he will take the best care of you. But not himself.”

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