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All That She Wants Is (Another) Baby ~

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You've always wanted a baby. You wanted to grow a family full of love and light, everything that was the complete opposite of your own childhood.

After a busy life, you've done just that. Great house, great car, great job.

Except... no one is interested in starting a family with you.

The universe is strange and will give you what you want and more

TW: 18+, MDNI, there's a baby in my fic, smut, poly 141 x Reader, pregnancy, birth, babies, 141 not nice men at first but they want to make it right, mentions of previous childhood abuse and neglect, angst with a happy ending

(Divider made by @/enchanthings)

Part 1) All That She Wants Is (Another) Baby

Part 2) Havin' My Baby, What a Wonderful Thing

Part 3) Please, Don't Leave The Baby

Part 4) Go To Sleep, Little Baby

Part 5) Feed me baby, I'm hungry

Part 6) Rest with me baby, just for a moment

Part 7) Crash into me, baby, take care of me

Part 8) Baby, taste me

Part 9) Take me to the park, baby, then let me show you how it's done

Part 10) Baby... oh baby

Part 11) Baby, why didn't you say anything?

Part 12) Take me in the morning, baby

Part 13) Hey, baby, lets chat

Part 14) Baby... Get Out.

Part 15) Momma's here, baby, momma's here

Part 16) You need to leave.

Part 17) Whatever you need, baby

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[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

[evenimnotsure]

250 posts!

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[crashingcryptid]

"Thought I heard Dad telling you to get rid of these panties." Each of Simon's angry words was punctuated by a rough pull to your underwear. The fabric burns between your cheeks, your soft whimpers muffled by Ghost's hairy cunt smothering your face.

"You call that cock sucking? How are you gonna take Dad's cock if you can't take mine?" He shudders when your tounge laps the bottom of his twitching t-dick. He didn't want to admit it. He couldn't, but you were bringing him closer and closer to his peak.

You whine desperately when he tugs you up off your knees, squeezing your head between his thighs. He shudders, thrusting against your tongue when he finally reaches his peak. "You're going tonget rid of your panties, and you're going to learn to suck me off." The next yank to your panties is brutal enough to rip the fabric, a pained sob dribbling tears onto his thighs.

"You won't let our Dad down, you understand?" He grunts as he finally lets your head free, staring at the slick and tears all over your face. "Not after everything he's done for me and now you, runt." He gathers your torn panties up in his hands, pocketing them into his vest.

"Can I suck you off again, please?" You plea, staring down at his swollen t-dick. "I can get better, I promise." Simon chuckles softly as he grips your hair, tugging you back between his legs. God, you were just like him when he first started, when Dad first set his sights on him.

"That's what I like to hear, runt. You're going to learn today."

Part 1

[crashingcryptid]

John was eager to have you on the team because he saw something the other officers didn't see.

Potential and masculinity. He was going to mold you, train you, into a good man. A proper soldier like you were always meant to be if someone had stepped in sooner.

Once he had you transferred, he started you on testosterone immediately, despite your pushback. "Sir, I can hold my own just fine. I don't need a hormone boost." You insisted, shaking just slightly when the cold alcohol pad cleans your thigh.

"I am your captain, and I'm doing what is best for you, understand?" He holds your eyes as he gives you your shot, thumb roughly pressing the injection site when it's all over. "You should get rid of the panties." You flush at his words, avoiding eye contact as he pulls your pants back up and buttons them.

"Gonna make you a real man, Y/N. Understand?" He murmurs as he runs his hands through your hair. "You'll be good for me, won't you?" You shudder at his words, staring at his chest until he lifts your chin with your finger. "Answer me."

"Yes, sir. I'll be good." He smiles warmly at you, pressing a bushy kiss to your forehead. You didn't know how he knew; how he pieced together something you buried about yourself years ago. That's how he must've worked his way up to captain. Noticing the little things that everyone would let fly under the radar.

He sent you out of the office with a pat to the ass, your body buzzing when you see Simon watching you as you leave. He didn't like sharing his Dad.

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[evenimnotsure]

Im a transman who hasn't done anything for his transition (mostly because I dont have a job and can't afford it and im scared.)

But I've also come to the conclusion after multiple gay hook ups that cis queer men will never see me as a man. They will always miss gender me in conversation and then apologize because they didn't mean to call me a woman or refer to me as "she". I'm tired of it and i'm tired of say "its fine" so we don't have awkward conversations. I know its me protecting their masculinity or whatever. But it makes me genuinely want to crawl into a hole and pass. Because ill never pass, not to the guy I slept with 3 times last week and not to my ex who 'fully supported' me. Im just done.

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Constantly stuck in a never-ending tug of war between "I must be informed and reasonable and avoid being remotely delusional at all costs" and "For the love of everything holy just let me have fun with something I'm begging you"

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[danikriatura]

The FBI cut the phone lines during the 1977 disability rights sit-in. Then they turned off the hot water.

They locked the doors from the outside. One hundred and fifty people were trapped on the fourth floor. Half of them used wheelchairs. The government assumed they would leave.

Kitty Cone was thirty-three. She had muscular dystrophy. Her muscles were failing, but her logistics were flawless. She knew how to organize people.

The federal government had promised to sign regulations protecting disabled Americans from discrimination. The policy was known as Section 504. They printed the promise on paper. Then they stalled. Without a signature, it was just typography.

The protesters entered the regional Health, Education, and Welfare building in San Francisco on a Tuesday morning. They took the elevators to the director's office. They brought sleeping bags and catheters. They informed the staff they were not leaving until the law was signed.

By sunset, the police surrounded the exits. Kitty sat near the windows. She organized the floor plan. She assigned committees for security and sanitation. She kept her medication in a small cooler.

According to federal memorandums released decades later, the strategy to end the occupation relied on medical attrition. The building was not equipped for long-term habitation. The FBI calculated that a population requiring ventilators, specialized diets, and daily medical aides would voluntarily evacuate if the environment became sufficiently hostile. They instituted a blockade.

The blockade went into effect immediately. No food deliveries allowed. No medical supplies permitted through the lobby. Guards stood at the main doors checking identification.

Kitty's muscles deteriorated faster under the physical strain. She couldn't walk. When the phone lines went dead, the fourth floor lost contact with the press. The government waited for the quiet.

Kitty dropped to the floor. She realized the barricades were designed for standing adults. The police had blocked the hallways at waist height. They hadn't blocked the linoleum.

The floors were covered in cigarette ash and spilled coffee. She dragged her body through it. She crawled under the barricades to reach the restricted elevator shafts and unguarded offices.

She carried notes in her pockets. She found a single working payphone the FBI missed. She called the local news desks. She called the mayor's office.

She crawled back. When her arms failed, someone pulled her by her ankles. The Black Panthers heard the news reports. They crossed the police lines with hot meals. The FBI could not stop them without a riot.

They shut off the elevators, so she crawled.

The occupation lasted twenty-five days. It remains the longest non-violent occupation of a federal building in American history. On April 28, the Secretary of HEW signed the regulations without a single alteration.

The protesters left the building the next morning. They went back to their apartments. The Rehabilitation Act regulations laid the groundwork for every accessibility law that followed. The HEW building still stands on United Nations Plaza. The elevators run on a schedule. The doors are heavy glass.

Kitty Cone: the woman who crawled under the barricades.

Source: Kitty Cone's oral history, Bancroft Library.

Verified via: National Museum of American History.

(Some details summarized for brevity.)

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