Imagine You Can Get More Pregnant

Imagine You Can Get More Pregnant

You were quite different from most women. Most women got pregnant and remained pregnant until it was time to give birth. Having sex during their pregnancy didn’t change that one bit.

But not you. It was a condition you hadn’t even known you had, or was even medically possible. But it was your reality. Even though you were already pregnant, every time you had sex, the cum entering your body managed to produce another child in your womb.

It had frightened you deeply the first time it happened. You and your husband had been trying to start a family for a while, and you had finally managed to get pregnant. You had terrible morning sickness for weeks and when your health began to at last improve, the two of you slept together again. Your husband didn’t bother to use a condom. After all, why bother, when you were already pregnant?

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Okoye x Attuma: Arranged Marriage AU…Sorta?

Not me thinking of an AU where the Talokanil pretty much run on the concept of “What we don’t kill, we keep.”

So instead of Okoye getting blown off the bridge in Boston? Shuri stops the fight just before that, which allows Attuma to take Okoye to Talokan too. And since they fought to a draw, he’s basically all like, “But we’re married now since it was impossible to kill you? And you drew first blood on my face? I don’t see the problem, especially now that our kingdoms are united twice over.”

(anyone who wants to take this up to write, feel free 😂)

“What do you mean twice over?!”

“Your princess? Our new queen?”

“Come again, shark man?!”

“Your princess, she is married to our God King. That makes her our queen now.”

“SHE IS WHAT?!”

“He gifted her with his beloved mother’s bracelet? A gown of the finest jade? She partook in our meals, just as you did at the great feast upon the last sun cycle?”

“I was starving! I’ve barely eaten anything since you kidnapped me down to this infernal place.”

“Why did you not tell me you required nourishment?! As your husband, it is my my duty to provide for your every need, in ba'ate'el.” (warrior)

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“You couldn’t keep charge, could you?”

Pairing: Sub!Namjoon x Switch!reader (domme leaning) 

Description: When Y/N first met Namjoon, he insisted that it was up to him to take charge in the bedroom. When they begin those bedroom activities, it is quickly proven that Joon is all bark and no bite, which leaves room for y/n to rightfully take control from him

Contains: penetration, degradation, choking, finger sucking, nipple play, hair pulling (female receiving at first), confusion, daddy kink

A/n: so……I’m having a bit of a writers surge moment and I’m here for it. Also, I’m having a bit of a sub!Namjoon moment so please bear with me. I hope you guys enjoy this! It’s only a small Drabble anyway

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Sounds of skin smacking against skin filled the shared bedroom of y/n and Namjoon. Joon pounded into y/n as best he knew how, eliciting small sounds out of the woman in front of him. Though his cock was big and usually had his past partners screaming, y/n wouldn’t let up. Nothing he did made her twitch or moan louder at all.

Namjoon grabbed her tresses and began pulling them, exchanging his moderate speed for a faster one, hoping this would make Y/n mewl.

She did nothing of the sort.

“Is that all you’ve got, daddy?” Y/n teased, making Joons face contort. Deep down, he felt a twinge in his ego. Namjoon knew her calling him daddy didn’t feel right. Honestly, it didn’t feel right when anyone called him that in bed.

Joons pace slowed. None of this felt right.

“Why’d you stop, daddy? I thought I was being a good little slut for you? ”

Y/n got up from her position and faced him, her fake doe eyes trapping Namjoon. The man was absorbed within a realm of disorientation. Something about y/n eyes left him muddled. Once again, this didn’t feel right.

Namjoon watched as she stood up in the bed, the height of the bed in combination with her long legs making her shadow engulf him. She towered over him.

“You couldn’t keep charge, could you?”

Her hands trailed up his chest, then circled around his neck, constricting his airways ever so slightly. Namjoon let out a yelp. Y/n pressed her lips against his, her tongue dominating his hot mouth.

Namjoon uncontrollably moaned into her own mouth, his true submissive side taking over and replacing his fake dominant nature. Everything felt right. All of it felt good.

Y/N pulled away from the sloppy kiss, devilishly smirking at Namjoons innocent eyes. From one moment to the next, Namjoon was flipped onto the bed, with y/n resuming her throne, right where his hard dick was.

“Say it Joonie. Who’s you’re daddy?”

Y/N bounced up on down on Namjoons cock, making his moans fill the room. She played with his sensitive nipples, causing his dick twitch inside of her. Her other hand wrapped itself around his neck, the pressure pleasuring him in a way he couldn’t manage to create on his own. He struggled to find the answer to her question, his mind clouded.

“Well, slut? Tell me.”

“You!” He screamed. Y/n smiled as she shoved her fingers in his mouth. Namjoon began choking and gagging on them, making the blood rush to his dick even more. He was so close now, he wouldn’t stop twitching.

“That’s right, Joonie. Know your place.”

I’m pretty when I cry ☁️

We have five kids under six, and all of them breastfeed, some of them constantly. I stay naked because even though the snow rages outside, the house is very warm, all the time. One of your rules is that I have to keep my legs wide open whenever I’m in a sitting position, and that when I breastfeed, I have to be on the bed. Not so it’s easier on the kids, but so you can lay me down and rape your seed into me even more. Today, you decide that it’s time to put some extra effort into it because the youngest is nearly ten months old, and it’s been too long since I was pregnant. You stay home from work and rape your seed in me a few times an hour. I’m not allowed to say no. Pretty soon, babies six and seven on the way.

Always Obey Izogie

summary: disobeying izogie is possibly the worst idea on earth.

pairing: izogie x black!reader

warnings: 18+, oral, fingering, self-indulgent for my izogie addiction

The heavy door swung open before slamming shut, and Izogie's footsteps rang against the floor as she moved quickly, making her way to where you were. She knew you'd be waiting for her. You always did, and as you perked up at her presence in the room, she felt the tension inside of her grow more.

"My love," you greeted gently, but the excitement inside of you leaked out through how brightly your eyes shined at the sight of her.

Just looking at Izogie had the ability to make your mouth water. You were sure that it was a truly pathetic fact, but you couldn't help the way she had you wrapped around her finger.

Izogie did not waste much time as she greeted you with a soft peck on your lips before pressing two fingers to them and pushing for you to open your mouth for her. You obeyed and she sank her fingers deep into your mouth, almost touching the back of your throat. As your eyes watered, you brought your hands up to grasp her forearm, seeking comfort just from holding any part of her.

"My gorgeous girl," she cooed, a cocky smile forming on her face as she admired the way you sucked on her fingers.

Izogie knew she had earned the right to be cocky. She was a fierce warrior, a beautiful one at that, and she had who she deemed the most beautiful woman in the world as her lover. She wasn't sure she could be higher than she was already.

"I missed you," she said softly, as she let her fingers swirl in your mouth before pulling them out and bending down to your level to smile in your face. "Did you miss me?"

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped you. Izogie had been gone for a week and you always had the fear that she may not come home to you. However, when she burst through the door ready to give you her all, the giddiness that filled you was uncontrollable.

"You know I did," you respond, scrunching your nose at her before pressing your forehead to her own. "I always miss you."

She pressed her lips to yours once more before pushing your shoulders down to the bed. Your mouth parted to protest. You wanted to serve Izogie this time. She'd been off nearly getting herself killed and she deserved to be praised for once.

"Izogie, allow me to-"

She shook her head and shot you a sharp look that let you know not to dispute her wish to please you.

"I want to taste you," she said sternly before pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder blades.

"But, you've been-"

"Did you hear me?" she questioned. "I want to taste you. Why do you disobey my requests?"

You opened your mouth to speak but she cut you off again.

"Always what, my love?" she asked, looking to you for a reply.

"Always obey, Izogie," you breathed in response, her fingers gripping your waist.

"That is right," she responded, pleased and nodding her head with a confident smile.

She continued leaving her kisses all over you, the warmth of her mouth on your skin lighting you up inside and out. You wondered how she knew exactly how to please you without even undressing you. Izogie was perfect for you and to you and you couldn't begin to fathom how it was possible for her to treat you so well.

A soft breath escaped you as Izogie's hands squeezed your hips so hard that you'd probably be a little sore there later. She finally stopped her kisses as she made her way to your hip bones, pulling down the skirt that covered them. She slid the garment down your legs and past your ankles and you felt yourself shying as her eyes took you in. That all went away when she pushed your legs apart and you heard her inhale the scent of you, eyes making contact as she smirked at you from between your legs.

"You are perfection," she told you before pressing a kiss directly to your clit before moving her head back to look at you.

"Izogie, please do something," you requested, tiring of the way she just sat there staring at you without touching you.

"Am I not allowed to admire your beautiful cunt, hm?" she asked, quickly slipping her finger between your folds before letting it reappear and admiring the wetness that coated it.

You inhaled, already missing the feeling of her touch.

"For me?"

You nodded in response.

"Speak up, my love," she commanded of you before taking her finger in her mouth and allowing herself a taste of you, causing you to lose the words that had been forming in your mind.

Her eyes never left you as she savored the taste of you, awaiting your response.

"Always obey, dear," she reminded, finally taking her finger from her lips. "Is it for me?"

"Yes, Izogie. It is always for you."

She didn't respond, just pressed her mouth against your cunt for another taste of you, tongue coming out to lick around your clit before prodding against your hole. You shuddered and the hairs on your body stood up from the contact.

A quiet whimper came from you as she pushed her tongue in further before pulling it out again and she laughed lowly against you, the vibrations making your legs shake.

"Can I hear you?" she asked you, fingers pressing against your thighs. "Let me hear that pretty voice. I have been deprived of it all week."

You weren't about to let her tell you to obey again. You'd been down that road before and it always ended with you begging Izogie to release. The noise you let out, however, didn't have to be forced as Izogie pushed a slender finger all the way inside of you and curled it, finding the sensitive spot inside you immediately. She knew your body so well that she could tell exactly what actions made you scream for her.

"Mmm, you sound wonderful," she hummed in satisfaction before adding another finger.

Your hips writhed against her and she looked up at you in warning. Izogie didn't have to say a word. You knew exactly what her eyes were saying: Be still. Whether you would be able to obey was a different story.

As she brought her thumb to massage your clit, your hand flew to the back of her head almost involuntarily, trying to press further against her. She pulled away and glared before standing up and putting her arms behind her back. Her posture resembled that of when she was instructing trainees and you shuddered, understanding the fear that those in training had when stood that way.

"You tell me that you will always obey me, yet you do the opposite. Is my authority a joke to you, my love?"

You vigorously shook your head, already having an idea of how this was going.

"Igozie, I will, I promise that-"

She clicked her tongue and silently you immediately, eyebrow raising as she moved to lean against the wall.

"You will do as I say and I will consider relieving you if you obey," she told you, bringing her hands in front of her to stand more comfortably. "Touch yourself and I will tell you when to stop. Finish before I allow you and you will deeply regret it, my dear."

You stared at her blankly, breath catching in your throat and almost unable to move. Her eyes drifted directly to your core as she waited for you to process her words.

"Always obey Izogie," she told you, smirking and not allowing her eyes to look away as you slowly brought your hand down and did as she said.

With Izogie in charge, you were in for an incredibly long evening.

can you give us more thoughts about domestic yoongles? the taemin's one (wich I love) just made me miss the cat boy so much ;o;

i have a phd in househusband yoongi so let me fire out some ideas for ya.

myg at home headcanon

🐱 word count. 1.9k | fluff, slice of life, slight nsfw mentions, x reader, bullet points

The doorbell sound is a recording of Yoongi imitating a doorbell. He’s such a meme. Ceci n'est pas une pipe.

Seemingly, he teaches himself a new recipe every week. To perfection. Yoongi is very particular about sticking to the recipe and wielding his kitchen tools in the right way. He collects knives, olive oil, and still hates cutting onions.

He separates sleep time, work time, and couple time as the holy trinity. For each, he switches his mood.

Blushes easily no matter for how long you’ve been together.

Establishes his own radio show where he DJs at one point.

Yoongi keeps an extreme track on the garbage schedule. He knows exactly what is due when. Separating the trash is a must. That includes sorting out fake friends trying to get between your relationship. Your social circle as a couple is extremely deliberate.

Yoongi deems himself a terrible host for guests. Unless Hoseok is there to drag him out, it's true he rather stays in the kitchen or at the barbecue preparing the menu courses rather than making small talk. He leaves the hospitality bits to you, however you want to go about it.

What he lacks in conversing with guests, he makes up in bed, God is absolutely fair.

He sings and hums pretty often and has his own vernacular of extraterrestrial uwu noises. It's an alphabet that you have to yet decipher but it's incredibly cute.

Self-made paintings everywhere around his house. 

Yoongi hasn't gone clubbing since grammar school. The most he does is going to a restaurant at lunch with very close friends. And always in a work context. His private life is so secluded from everything else and paparazzi just don't spot him anywhere, Dispatch thinks he must live abroad.

Very well, he does consider his big ole house a separate country. It's a living organism with a studio, gym, trophy room, small-size basketball court, and vastly equipped kitchen. A home theater as well, he likes American movies (like Inception) and Korean action genres, and you can stream whatever you fancy in there whenever you like. 

Yes, he has underwear with cute little bears on.

There's even a little pond in the backyard. Yoongi, Pisces he is, likes fishes after all. Sometimes he sits at the edge of the 'Little Ole Min Lake (LOML)' and stares into the water for literal hours with his chin parked on his palm.

His fridge is so high-tech and futuristic, even Yoongi is rendered clueless by its AI sometimes. The washing machine, too.

Yoongi watches RuPaul’s drag race. What did you expect? He finds it so humorous.

Owns lord knows how many comic collections.

Favorite holiday destination: New York.

Christmas is basically 50% you unveiling new music equipment to him in the garage and Yoongi almost fainting at the sexiness of it. The other 50% is spent holding hands and orgasm after orgasm until the new year since you loose track of time.

Goes on long rants why he’d marry you again every weekend.

Making you presents is his specialty. Always accompanied with a hand-written note. He writes a lot of things by hand for you in general. Texting, basically never. Always on paper.

No sex without a blanket and socks on. Yoongi gets cold very very easily and just doesn’t like showing skin. You buy him a heated blanket for his birthday, he even uses it in his studio chair.

Chronically addicted to making out.

Matching black outfits and glasses.

Laughs at even your worst jokes or phrases you didn’t expect you even uttered.

Yoongi owns the phoniest, most secretive-looking black car ever and nobody knows about it. Even he forgets he owns it, in fact he genuinely acts like it just doesn’t exist. Hilarious. And that guy has a level 1 Korean driver's license. Which allows him to drive trailers and busses and fucking trucks, and construction machines, let that sink in.

It's really a genius curse. Yoongi being put to the test will always deliver but he won't choose to execute his full skillset if he doesn't have to. Well, pragmatic. He's not as phony as he thinks he is, which is even more hilarious.

He uses that behemoth of a car so scarcely because he'd rather have things delivered to his doorstep and he's stingy with gas. Also, he doesn't like traffic and driving because of the traumatic shoulder accident and his tendency to space out. Translation: You drive that thing... that monster... it really is an impressive, fast, and scary machine. 

If someone devious ever even remotely manages to invade his privacy and get past the doubly-installed security system, he has enough money to deal with it no matter what.

If it concerns your privacy, he's a red belt. And owns Jin's number if a taekwondo master is required. Jimin's if it needs someone with kendo skills.

If Yoongi needs someone to go on a complete rampage, Jungkook lives just down the block. He can sprint to Yoongi's bunker I mean mansion within 45 seconds. 30 if it's very urgent. 20 if the reward is an instant ramen splurge with Yoongi's black card.

He has a sexy, glamorous sword collection hanging on the living room wall anyways, so. Who the hell is dumb enough to mess with him and his expensive lawyer in the first place.

But just in case, who knows... Yoongi settles matters shruggingly, anonymously, and with cash and he's too exhausted for violence, but don't underestimate his deter-min-ation and network for emergencies. Also, he is Agust D after all.

He will bonk a naughty burglar or kidnapper across the head with a wooden cooking spoon or take him down by throwing a basketball if the situation requires it. Damn, his reflexes are so fast, a feral cat in motion. So, lean back and sip on your drink of choice. Things are cared for.

If Yoongi is the one being kidnapped or a highly skilled stalker invades the property at night when he's fast asleep (nothing can wake this man during certain hours, strong REM right here): Don't forget that honeyboy is a Dodgers fan. There are signed baseball bats everywhere in this damn house.

In that sense, your parents visiting you here for the first time thought you were an undercover thug couple. Not to worry mom and dad, you both just like sports very much okay.

Yoongi walks around in all black clothes and the rooms are all seemingly dark. Even if you live together, you don't know his skin care routine. It's clear to you he's some sort of vampire.

Since Yoongi always forgets to remove his makeup, you made it a habit to wipe it down when he's about to pass out. He won't lie, he enjoys that kind of affection.

Holly is your resident child. You're essentially a family.

He insists to tackle this by himself, Yoongi sees his therapist monthly. Not shifting responsibility is something he's stubborn about and he pours his emotions into writing. You will do conversation about deeper stuff, but he says it's mostly up to him and his own mind. He dislikes burdening you or opening up too much and it's something to respect rather than force him about. If he wants to share a thought, he will. It doesn’t mean he can’t trust you or sucks at communicating (we know that he’s direct). Yoongi simply can’t put that much pain in such few words nor should you alleviate it for him.

Calls from the manager faze Yoongi as much as Jimin is bothered by gravity. If he’s busy kissing your body slow mo, who the hell dares to disturb his worship. 

This man had so many let-downs and interpersonal catastrophes in his life, he's super discerning with people. Because he rolls that way, during their first meeting Yoongi uses his psychology certificate on your friends. You see him squint at them, he listens very closely. After they pass the vibe check aka meow radar, he befriends them, too.

Yoongi doodles Grammy trophies everywhere to manifest them.

Yoongi shaves his legs.

All the sex toys he’s ever bought are black. Gotta vibe in style.

He spends ridiculous amounts of time in the studio but he's yours for the remainder of the night, breakfast, and he makes a lavish lunch and dinner.

Um, consider his head parked between your legs. The Hongkong line was not a joke.

Doesn’t mind you squishing his cheeks whenever and for how long you like. 

Every other weekend he gets flowers, vouchers, and gifts — not because of fans, they don’t know where his house is, but because he donates so much.

Namjoon often drops by and cleanses the area with his crystals.

Yoongi is a photography major so you can ask him to take professional, ceiling-high black and white shots of you.

Feeding each other food lovingly. Man, this guy got lips.

He set up a library just for you, in the exact historical aesthetic you like the most. Send him the link to any book you want, it's basically in the online shopping cart already. As I said, he wants to make you presents like every week.

Sometimes he sits on the other end studying English videos and vocab while you read. And yes, he's already 95% fluent but pretends being merely intermediate. He knows technical terms even native speakers have never heard of.

He collects pajamas and earrings.

Swears on the phone.

Namjoon being the horniest member is a cover-up story. Yoongi masturbates almost unreasonable amounts of times, by himself and in your arms when going to bed. Not gonna lie, it’s a sight to see his hands at work. He’s almost equally obsessed with fingering you once you ask him.

Yoongi was the one asking you to move in and almost had a nervous meltdown before meeting up with you to tell you just that. 

He’s the little spoon and of course a sleeping burrito to hold tight.

Finds you equally attractive in any state or styling. Yoongi practices what he preaches, he always reacts the same and says the same. 

Jams out to outrageous beats Namjoon sends him by dancing in the studio. You walk in on him every time. Was embarrassed at first, now you dance along.

Has bought you a life-sized Yoongi pillow and customized you a giant Shooky to hug when he’s not at home over night.

Owned a wine cellar until he quit drinking. Turned it into a piano room instead.

Only you know Yoongi has a serpent and dagger tattoo.

Scrubs the bathroom religiously.

The house smells like restaurant food and his extravagant perfumes half of the time.

Sometimes he has to remind himself he’s married to you and not his coffee machine. He shall be forgiven. You can’t complain that he doesn’t love you enough, nor is he ever not adorable when drinking his latte.

Never wears short sleeves. It can be scorching and he’ll wear a jacket. 

Tell him and the cap stays on during sex.

He grows his hair out and puts it in a low bun. The bangs remain.

Yoongi has installed the most fire-proof building in the entire city it seems. That he wanted to be a firefighter when he was young definitely shows. Figures the house has to be protected from heat: His blasting studio music and Yoongi himself are just way too sizzling.

Still melts into a puddle when you kiss his nose.

Couple sunrise watching. 

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sub!yoongi getting shy during sex because of the compliments he gets from his girlfriend (my english is bad, sorry)

I’m so sorry I took so long to get to this. I’m just clearing out my asks at the moment so I’ll make something sweet for you! <3 thank you for sending this wonderful idea in. I love sub!Yoongi because I feel like he’s so sweet and soft<3333

It’s a gift because I haven’t been active lately. School has been destroying me.

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You’re beautiful

Pairing: Sub! Yoongi x domme!reader (fem)

A/n: enjoy! This is gonna be pretty short! Again, I apologize for answering this so late

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Bodies stitched together, both of you were lovers knitted closely. Hearts and minds attached in steamy air that both smelt of your aromas.

Yoongi was beneath you as you rode him at his favorite pace. You loved it as well, since it allowed you to last long and make him last even longer. It was pleasurable for both of you, long story short.

His eyes were hooded, he was so fucked out.

His lips were bruised and red, from the way your tongue and teeth explored them.

His hair was messy, from the way you pulled his locks as he rocked your world.

You really did take a toll on him, and he loved every minute of it.

It would be a lie to say you didn’t too.

You loved everything about him. He was perfect in every way. Wonderfully made, with striking precision.

Your arm reached out to caress his face, feeling the sweat that glistened across his forehead. Your finger caressed his brow, that creased ever so slightly because of his pending orgasm.

“Yoongi, you’re so pretty like this”

You’re kind words pierce his ears, making them perk up. You thought he looked pretty? Even like this? Even when he was sure he looked ridiculous with his eyes closed, mouth opened, moans escaping from his lips?

“Did you hear me baby? You’re perfect. You’re my perfect boy”

Yoongis cheeks heated up in embarrassment. Even in his most vulnerable state, you found him utterly breathtaking.

Yoongi wasn’t sure of what good he had done to deserve you.

He scrunched his eyes closed, not wanting to see you admiring him. He couldn’t believe someone was up this close to him and enjoying him like an art piece; drinking him in like he was an elixir.

You would have none of this. You wanted him to look you in the face, and see your admiration.

“Are you shy? Open your eyes, baby. I want you to look at me.”

Yoongi peeled open his eyes, meeting your spacey ones that kept a sensual tension going between you both.

“That’s right. Keep your eyes on me.”

Yoongi wasn’t sure how, but just that one sentence made him cum. You did things to him no one else could do, but that was because you did things for him that no one else did.

Yoongi never knew someone could find him this breathtaking.