#pregnacy

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husband!bakugou x preg!fem!reader

synopsis🌷: Being pregnant has it ups and downs , you're going through emotional and physical changes. Some days are tougher than others but luckily you have your husband.

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You stand in front of the mirror, gently rubbing your very pregnant belly. Six months along, your stomach is so round and swollen that it looks as though you're carrying twins. A sudden kick from your baby girl makes you giggle softly, your heart swelling with affection.

Your eyes drift to a pair of heels tucked away in the corner of the nursery. They're the same heels you wore the day you told Bakugou that the two of you were expecting. It feels like a lifetime ago.

Looking back at your reflection, your gaze falls from your belly to your swollen feet. The changes in your body are impossible to ignore. Lately, you haven't felt sexy or attractive—just tired, emotional, and uncomfortable in your own skin.

Feeling vulnerable, you reach for your phone and send your husband a text, hoping he'll offer the comfort and reassurance you desperately need.

surprise bitches

tw for pregnancy and mentions of/implied abortion

Dethklok (Metalocalypse)

Nathan isn't ready to be a father, that's for sure. He's also terrible at comforting you (which applies to all the boys honestly). He had heard you sobbing from the bathroom and all but forced his way in there. He thought you were about to die from how violent the crying was.

When he saw the pregnancy test on the counter, it was his turn to throw up. HIS reaction was so violent that it knocked you out of YOUR panic attack. He offers to pay for the abortion after you both calm down.

Pickles likes kids, but in a "see them in family gatherings and give them a drum kit" way. When he found you in the bedroom hyperventilating, he was about to go kill someone. When you show him the test, unable to speak, he goes still for a minute.

Genuinely asks if you want it. If it's a no, that's simple and he schedules an appointment. If it's an "I don't know", he helps you breathe. Whatever happens, you got the best care in the world- medically and emotionally.

Murderface hates kids. Plain and simple. He's about as bad as Nathan in the comfort department, offering sex as a way of calming you down. Needless to say, you kicked him in the nuts for that in the middle of your panic attack. It took a couple days for you both to bounce back from that.

When you two could finally talk, you told him what happened.

"Do... you want a baby?" "I... don't think so-" "Oh thank GOD. Let's go abort that shit!"

Skwisgaar is... weird. He doesn't wanna raise a kid, sure, but has a breeding kink and likes knowing his spawn are out in the world. When he finds you crying, and the positive test, he doesn't think much of it at first. Even asks why you don't want HIS kid. Which prompted you to kick him out and not talk to him for a few days.

It gives him time to realize "oh fuck. If YOU have his baby that means HE has a baby to take care of". Also apologizes, in his own way, for being a dickhead. Like the others, offers to pay for the abortion.

Toki is the outlier. He loves kids, and would love to be a dad. Probably isn't ready to be one though. Is the one to actually comfort you when he finds you crying. Wraps you in a tight hug and hums in hopes to calm you down.

Previous | Next | Beginning 💛

Getting knocked up after one date… just regular sims things 🍼✨

Rules:

and she's just so cute about it like "stop no, this isn't ur fault babe"

and when their baby girl is born she's just so big and chubby cheeked and sweet and uncle miggy teases robby because he did that, good for you man, kind of thing

The news of Reader being pregnant was a huge surprise to everyone, even Reader and Robby. For Robby he is already feeling bad about even getting her pregnant. Not that he is upset about her having the baby, just at himself for getting her knocked up.

They both talked about having kids before but it was always lukewarm. Both had issues with their childhood and needed to work those problems out first before even thinking about having kids.

But here they are having to speed run now that they where pregnant.

But that by no means makes Robby not love his baby, and later known to be baby girl.

Robby fully admits to not knowing jack squat about baby's and pregnancy in general. He buys a book or two from the store and even lends one from Miguel. He reads them a lot, more then you would think he would. He starts to get a little nervous when he reads about the pregnancy growth stuff. It isn't like he really cares to much about Reader's body changing. He loves her at any weight, hes more worried about her health and comfortable.

His mom assures him that he was a pretty small baby and she hardly had any issues during her pregnancy with him. Her bump was really tiny. Besides the normal aches and pains of a regular pregnancy she was fine. Johnny sticks up for her saying he barley could tell she was pregnant even by the end. In some weird way he feels a little better after hearing that. Thinking maybe his poor pregnant wife wouldn't end up being to uncomfortable.

With in months of the first few appointments with the ob Reader is showing, big time.

Her belly is round and heavy, pushing her poor shirts out of the way no matter how many she trys on. She has to go out almost every month to get a new set of meturity shirts and pants. There is just no way she is fitting into any of her old stuff, even if she had just bought it a few weeks ago.

She is so uterly in love with her bump though. Cant keep her hands off her belly no matter how much she try’s. Always trying to hold and cradel it even when she doesn’t exactly have to. She’s all smiles and laughs during the pregnancy.

While Robby is just holding her and saying how sorry he is that he made her GET this way. But she cant care less about that. She just laughs at his constant comments and tells him that she loves her bump and their baby.

When she finally gives birth, she’s not surprised when the nurse hands her their baby and is told in a very happy voice “You have a healthy 10 pound 3 oz baby girl!” Which as Reader crying. She’s perfect in every way possible.

Robby is in love from the moment he catches a glimpse of her tiny chubby cheeks, wrapped up in a perfect blanket.

But of course the minute Miguel sees the little girl he's poking a little fun at the guy.

“This is your uncle Miguel, your going to be seeing a lot of him now that your out.” Robby whispers as he hands off the girl to a waiting Miguel. Miguel makes a tease when holding the girl, acting like she weighs a ton. Robby is rolling his eyes and Miguel shoulder bumps his side. He chuckles and bounces the bundle holding the new Keene girl. He says in a low voice “Wow look at her man! She's adorable dude. I can't believe you finally did it, you have a baby now.” Robby can't help but let a small smile slip into his lips. Looking down at his daughter in Miguel’s arm.

“Yeah well I can't believe it either, but I already love her so much.”

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Male!Y/N

Word Count: ~4,050

Setting: Post-apocalyptic sanctuary (Alexandria-like, peaceful moment in the world of The Walking Dead)

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The nights were finally quiet again.

Not the kind of quiet that meant a storm was coming or walkers were sneaking through the fence, but a real silence—soft and unthreatening. Alexandria had been rebuilt in the years since the wars ended. People planted gardens, kids played ball in the street, and lovers like Carl and Y/N could finally lie in bed without fear gnawing at the edges of every breath.

Carl’s hand brushed over Y/N’s bare back, his palm warm and callused, fingertips trailing slowly up to his shoulder blade, then down again like he was memorizing every inch of skin.

“You’re doing it again,” Y/N whispered, smiling into the pillow.

Carl leaned in closer, nose nudging his neck. “Doing what?”

“Tracing me like you’re trying to learn me by heart.”

“I am.”

Y/N turned to look at him. The faint glow from the cracked blinds framed Carl’s features—the shadow of stubble on his jaw, his tousled hair falling into his face, and that single piercing blue eye. The other, hidden by the eyepatch, never made him look broken—just hardened. Beautifully so.

Carl tilted his head. “What?”

“You’re staring at me like I’m gonna disappear.”

Carl smiled softly, brushing hair off Y/N’s forehead. “You don’t disappear. You anchor me.”

Silence settled between them, but it was comfortable now. There’d been a time when silence meant too much unsaid. But not anymore.

Y/N sighed. “You ever think about the future?”

“All the time,” Carl said without hesitation. “With you. Always with you.”

Y/N turned onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. “What do you see?”

Carl took a deep breath. “Us. In this house. A garden out back. Maybe chickens—”

“Of course chickens,” Y/N laughed, “you and your damn eggs.”

“Hey,” Carl chuckled, “fresh eggs are gold.”

There was a beat, then Carl added quieter, “And maybe… a baby.”

Y/N’s eyes shifted to him slowly. “A baby?”

Carl’s gaze didn’t waver. “Yeah.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d said something like that. A comment here. A soft suggestion there. But tonight, his voice held a kind of reverence. Longing.

“Carl…”

“I know we can’t... biologically,” Carl added quickly, sitting up a bit, “but there are ways. Surrogates, adoption—hell, Michonne always said the world needs more good dads.”

Y/N reached for him, fingers curling around Carl’s wrist. “You really want that?”

Carl’s hand turned so their fingers interlaced. “I want you. And a future that’s more than just survival. I want messy breakfasts and baby cries in the middle of the night and us arguing over names until we fall asleep on the nursery floor.”

The air thickened, heavy with intimacy.

Y/N’s throat felt tight. “That’s… a lot to imagine.”

Carl leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth. “We’ve earned imagining.”

They lay there a while, hearts slow and steady, a quiet kind of joy between them.

Later that night, when Carl had fallen asleep with his arm draped protectively around him, Y/N slipped out of bed. He padded quietly across the room, careful not to wake him, and sat in the old armchair by the window.

The moonlight hit just right, and his thoughts wandered.

A baby.

Not a maybe. Carl wanted it. With him.

Y/N exhaled, long and slow. His fingers dragged down over his stomach as he stared out the window, his mind painting the image—Carl holding a small bundle, baby pressed against his chest, whispering soft nothings while rocking them to sleep.

The thought made Y/N’s breath catch.

His hand drifted lower, over the front of his sleep pants, mind hazy with the image of Carl’s voice, Carl’s body, Carl’s words from earlier—

> "You anchor me."

"I want messy breakfasts and baby cries."

"I want you."

Y/N bit his lip, hand sliding beneath the waistband. The chair creaked slightly under his shifting weight, but he couldn’t stop. His cock throbbed against his palm, already leaking from how intense the image was. He imagined Carl whispering praises, imagined him pressing kisses to his stomach, telling him how good he’d look swollen, how he’d take care of him every second—

A shiver went down his spine as he rubbed his thumb over the sensitive tip, stifling a moan.

He squeezed his eyes shut, chest heaving as he jerked himself slowly, teasing himself with the vision of Carl pressing him into the mattress, whispering, “Gonna put a baby in you, even if it’s just pretend. Gonna fill you ‘til you can’t think straight.”

Y/N bit his wrist to muffle a sharp gasp, hips twitching upward.

The orgasm hit hard and sudden, warmth spilling over his hand as his muscles tensed and then released, his mind blank with release and the ghost of Carl’s hands on his hips.

He slumped into the chair, flushed and breathless.

“I knew it,” came a soft voice from behind.

Y/N’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest.

He twisted around, and there was Carl, leaning in the doorway, sleepy-eyed but smiling.

“Jesus—” Y/N started, but Carl was already walking over, crouching in front of him.

“You should’ve woken me.”

Y/N flushed, unable to meet his eyes. “Didn’t mean to... Just couldn’t sleep.”

Carl’s hand found his knee, squeezing gently. “Were you thinking about it? About us? The future?”

Y/N nodded, embarrassed. “You make it sound so real.”

Carl leaned up and kissed him slow, deep, hands sliding up Y/N’s thighs. “Because it is real. Every time I look at you, it’s all I see. A life. A forever.”

Y/N’s heart felt full and tight. “Even if we can’t make a baby the traditional way?”

Carl grinned. “Baby, the way you moan my name, I could believe you’re carrying already.”

Y/N burst out laughing, slapping his shoulder. “Shut up.”

Carl leaned in again, this time whispering, “You wanna try? Just pretend?”

The words sent a fresh wave of heat through him.

“You’re serious?” Y/N asked, voice a little hoarse.

Carl’s voice was low, teasing. “Wanna fill you up, baby. Breed you full. Even if it’s just in our heads.”

Y/N shivered. “You’re filthy.”

“And you love it.”

Carl kissed him again, slow and wet, hands sliding over Y/N’s hips, tugging him forward until he was straddling his lap. Their cocks brushed, and Y/N groaned, already half-hard again.

“Carl—”

“Shhh,” he murmured, “Let me worship you.”

Carl carried him back to the bed, laying him down with the kind of care reserved for glass. He took his time—kissing every inch, worshiping every scar, every freckle. His mouth lingered over Y/N’s stomach again, whispering things like “You’d be such a good daddy,” and “Wish I could see you round with my kid.”

They didn’t rush. They rocked slow, Carl inside him, foreheads pressed together, hands tangled, breath shared. When they came, it was with Y/N sobbing into Carl’s chest, whispering, “I want it too. I want all of it.”

The next morning, they sat at the breakfast table, hands around mismatched mugs.

Carl reached across and squeezed Y/N’s hand. “So… chickens first?”

Y/N laughed. “Chickens first.”

Carl grinned. “Then the baby.”

Y/N squeezed his fingers. “Then the baby.”

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Weeks Later

They started researching. Michonne helped. Maggie offered advice. Even Ezekiel, bless his dramatic soul, said, “The kingdom would be honored to help bring joy into your lives.”

Carl beamed every time Y/N read through adoption pamphlets or asked about surrogate options. They set up a spare room. Carl painted a mural of wildflowers on the wall, even though he claimed to suck at painting.

Some nights, they didn’t even speak. They just lay together, Carl’s hand resting on Y/N’s belly like he was already imagining it full.

And every night, before sleep, Carl whispered:

> “You’re my future.”

“You’re everything.”

“I’ll give you a world worth living in.”

Y/N believed him.

Because Carl Grimes wasn’t just a survivor. He was a builder. A dreamer. And he dreamed of him.

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