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My last ask was about royalty, so this is a bit of a step down the societal hierarchy, but I promised I’d send any soft thoughts I had, so here I am
We’re office workers who work in the same department. A handful of meetings in the break room, a few times running into each other in the parking lot, a couple of sales trips together, and we start dating. It doesn’t take long for a strong relationship to blossom, and with our combined incomes and powerful love, a baby blossoms along with it, nestled sweetly in your belly. Now, with you starting to truly waddle and your paternity leave cresting the horizon, I spend every chance I have making sure you’re comfortable at work. Stopping by your cubicle with extra containers of your cravings, wrapping my ankle around yours during meetings, making you tea in the break room. Every time you waddle by my cubicle, or in to meet me in the break room, I fall in love, all over again. Each tired look at the end of our shift, every morning when you put on that suit that used to fit so well, every time I help you get your tie on, I want nothing more than to mother as many children as you want.
This is definitely rambly as fuck and softer than I meant for it to be, I went a lil crazy with this one. I am very eepy, so forgive any long sentences or wonky phrasing, or spelling errors, I’m too tired to look over this. Oki gnight, enjoy the ask and these spiritual forehead kisses I am sending you!!
any soft thoughts you have is perfect, no matter what hierarchy there is! i love reading about you being so sweet with a pregnant partner it's the best.
our relationship is out of the ordinary since most office jobs tend to frown upon being romantic partners with members of staff. it's very lucky that our job is very lenient—the managers and owners of the company actually sent us a wonderful gift basket with the paperwork we needed to sign for HR. i waited for the other shoe to drop the first month's we started dating but it never did. it wasn't until everyone had given positive encouragements and you coming around just to give me a little kiss or say hi with no one seeming to care did i really relax.
with all of that relaxing and traveling for work it ended with us falling pregnant with our first! we were totally unaware for the first few weeks—not noting the tightness of my suit being anything but indulging to much at our last luncheon and the intense nausea being from the stomach bug going around the office. my cubicle neighbor had been the one to point out the stash of crackers in my desk while making an off hand comment that was all they could have when they were pregnant. when we had our break i mentioned it to you, wondering if she had been right or not. you're not certain though as we go through the list of symptoms i've had and how long it had been since our last rendezvous it seemingly added up.
a quick stop for a test after work and lo and behold! we had a positive! we did get to keep the pregnancy quiet for long since it became office gossip so we let the cat out of the bag. everyone was elated and congratulating us, excited for another office baby to spoil after the last worker having one years ago. telling HR was complicated (mainly the paperwork for our leaves and needing to get doctor's notes) but everything was smooth sailing from then on. i stopped by your cubicle often in the first months when my cravings were insatiable and i wanted your company. my suits had gotten tighter around my midsection faster than i could get a new one. the belly had just popped over night and not even my biggest button ups could stay closed. i did manage to get through the day with only one warning at lunch time when a manager pointed out how big i was getting. you grinned at them with your hand rubbing the apex of my bump like the proud mom you are.
the following months were difficult as my body grew to accommodate the little passenger. my jackets had to be oversized to properly fit my gargantuan belly and chest that filled out in the last months. everything was stretchy now and i had to wear a belly band to ease the pains in my hips and back. most of my shift was sat at my desk unmoving so i didn't get tired from walking everywhere. i could barely fit there now, my chair turned to the side so i could still continue working without being pressed into the desk. i couldn't complain though. everyone here was so accommodating and you helped keep me sane as the time ticked closer to our leave dates. maybe it hadn't been the smartest idea to stay working until i was nearly eight months pregnant and bigger than a house. it was all worth it in the end when we got to spend our last moments as a two person household preparing everything for our newest arrival on our second anniversary of us dating.
#;ask and ye shall receive#darling marin#;i absolutely adore this#;just thinking about being uncomfortable during the day then you pop over to my cubicle and make everything better#;plus workplace pregnancy in tight suits? heck yeah i love it#;also this close to writing up about me going into labor at work but decided against it#;the idea of going into work on my due date because i wanted to work as long as possible thinking the cramps are false contractions#;but in fact is very real and now having to go through as much of the day as i can before begging you to take me to the hospital#;maybe we don't make it and i'm pushing in the elevator 👀 or in the car going to the hospital 👀👀#work force preg#domestic things#nonbinary pregnancy
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Your ghostsoap x preg!reader!!??? I'm in love I need more of this. You have more thoughts for that universe? I just fell in love with your writing.
Let me camp in this corner of your blog, I'm friendly and don't bite (~￣³￣)~
they're all i've been able to think about all day. of course i have more to say <3 if you're curious, anon is referring to this, which should be read before this part.
tags: DARK FIC. manipulation. vehicle tampering. planned abduction. pregnant fem!reader. established ghostsoap – who are not the fathers but would definitely like to be. mentions of somnophilia
Delusional as they might be, it's hard to justify something as egregious as blunt-force kidnapping. Though it briefly occurs to Simon – to pluck you from the parking lot and drive off the hour after they decide to keep you – the logistics don't iron out. Of chief concern, you're six months pregnant. What they'd typically use for POW's thus become's inconsiderable for you; Johnny's the wiz, but even he knows the effects chloroform can have on a foetus. The alternative isn't any better, either – his partner just balks at the idea of tying you up and throwing you in the trunk. (She'll never git ower it, Si. Dae ye want her tae hate us?)
So, things unfold in a far subtler manner.
They go home that night they first meet you. Can't coordinate without resting on it, they rationalise, without scoping their place to assure it's suitable for their soon-to-be-mother. They tuck away the knives laying on random countertops, air out the quilts gifted to them by Johnny's ma in an attempt to make their room cozier. And when they sleep, they dream of you tucked in between them, knocked out, sex-drunk. Dressed in nothing but a shirt, cunt bared for either of them to toy with throughout the night.
Hours upon hours later, well into noon the next day, Simon wakes to find his boy rutting into his thigh, still somewhat comatose, and sneaks a rough hand into his boxers to tug the tension out of the poor thing. They only get up as the fissures of dusk begin to spread across the sky, loading their car with a toolbox and making the drive back to The Dahlia, staking out in the parking lot as they wait for you to arrive for your shift.
(Johnny had deployed the old charm as you brought out their food in two baggies last night, disguising the trap with a lilting laugh as he audibly wondered why you picked up such a late shift.
You’d only shrugged and said you preferred to work nights.)
Sure enough, you pull up in a beat-up Kia at 2200, fussing with your bag as you stumble to the back entrance of the roadhouse.
"Forgot to lock it." He mutters, following your form until it disappears from view. Johnny only frowns, tightening his fingers over his thumb. A little nervous tick.
"Should we be doin' this?"
"And what is this?" Simon turns to appraise the scotsman, larger hand enveloping his, calloused fingertips smoothing over scarred knuckles. "Y'think they'd be kinder to 'er? The type of scum we know grace this earth? It's a wonder she made i' this far, Johnny."
He isn't convinced.
"Look a' me." Blue eyes widen to meet his, dark as their owner battles intuitions that have always been straighter than the Ghosts'. "Wanna give 'er a good life, yeah?"
"Aye. The best."
"Would she be so convinced?" But he knows the answer. They both saw the way you withdrew after being hit on, losing the effusiveness you initially greeted them with. Avoidant. Classic case of hyper-competency, perhaps the very reason you put up with such shitty circumstances to begin with. A stubborn knot they'll have to undo themselves.
And Johnny likes the challenge.
"Lass's got something tae prove." Moments pass in silence. Then: "Ah’ll get th' wire."
"Atta' boy."
They only enter the establishment an hour before the end of your shift. It’s 0600 and space is sleepy. At a point that had escaped their notice, someone had made the choice to shut the overhead fluorescents, and so all that functions to illuminate the dinette is the pale dawn outside. Johnny finds he prefers it like this, grumbling a tired endorsement, before branching off in search of the bathroom, hand rubbing the sore column of his throat.
The softening mass in his pants jumps once Simon catches sight of you, balancing two trays in one hand as you wipe down the serving hatch. He doesn’t need to say anything. You catch the dark blur of him in the corner of your eye, shuffling into a booth, where he occupies an entire side with the mere spread of his legs.
“Hello again. Just you today?” You’re twirling your pen, cradling your belly, and he notes the perpetual shadow cast under your eyes. Poor pet.
He shakes his head, then cocks it toward the loo. “Think he’ll have a go at the toastie today.”
“Good choice. Hard to fuck up.” You give him a tired smile. “And for you?”
“M’good.”
“You sure? Look like you’ve been on the road again, and-" You pause, the water of your eyes rippling as you appraise his mask. Something seems to click just then, because you nod and tuck your notepad away. “I’ll ask again at the end. Maybe you’ll want something to-go.”
In the end, they do take something to go.
Not as greasy as the toastie Johnny spends the hour tearing into, glossing the pads of his fingers with oil. Nor as sour as the coffee he sipped on last night, burnt and way past freshness, just like you’d warned them about. But a much, much sweeter keepsake. Something that’ll sate them for much longer.
You’ve already clocked out once they leave The Dahlia, faces grim but as innocent as they can possibly muster. Sure enough, you’re out standing by your car, wiping tears with the back of your hand. They’re close enough that they can catch snippets of your conversation on the phone (No, I don’t– and It is old but never–).
They wait until you grow desperate, hiccuping – Don’t have that kind of money. Please – before intervening.
“Hey. What’s the matter, hen?” Johnny approaches first, concern no faux thing, smoothing a hand down your arm. What Simon said earlier comes back around (Wanna give 'er a good life?) and his chest tightens at the sheer despair he sees etched across your face. You shouldn’t be this stressed about anything this far along, should have someone taking care of you.
He, they, can be that for you. Could give you everything you ask for and more.
“M-my car. I-I don’t– I don’t know what’s wr-wrong with it, and–”
“Shhh, issalright. Not starting, eh?”
“No. And I have to- to get home before… before–”
Simon steps in, crowding you against the side of your car. You don’t have it in you to look for the red flags; the glances they throw one another, the subtle crinkle in the masked one’s eyes as he smiles. No, you don’t– can’t consider it dangerous. Not when these two wonderfully kind men, who tipped you 100% of their bill both times they came in, are one of your only means of getting help.
“Where do you live? We’ll drive ya if it’s on our way.” A lie. They’ll drive you regardless, and you won’t be taken home.
“Oh- no. That’s okay, really. I’ll just a-ask my boss if I can get a sub on my pay, and–”
Johnny smooths a finger across your cheek.
“Nonsense, hen. It’ll be a skoosh.”
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Flint, Michigan, has one of the [United States]'s highest rates of child poverty — something that got a lot of attention during the city's lead water crisis a decade ago. And a pediatrician who helped expose that lead problem has now launched a first-of-its-kind move to tackle poverty: giving every new mother $7,500 in cash aid over a year.
A baby's first year is crucial for development. It's also a time of peak poverty.
Flint's new cash transfer program, Rx Kids, starts during pregnancy. The first payment is $1,500 to encourage prenatal care. After delivery, mothers will get $500 a month over the baby's first year.
"What happens in that first year of life can really portend your entire life course trajectory. Your brain literally doubles in size in the first 12 months," says Hanna-Attisha, who's also a public health professor at Michigan State University.
A baby's birth is also a peak time for poverty. Being pregnant can force women to cut back hours or even lose a job. Then comes the double whammy cost of child care.
Research has found that stress from childhood poverty can harm a person's physical and mental health, brain development and performance in school. Infants and toddlers are more likely than older children to be put into foster care, for reasons that advocates say conflate neglect with poverty.
In Flint, where the child poverty rate is more than 50%, Hanna-Attisha says new moms are in a bind. "We just had a baby miss their 4-day-old appointment because mom had to go back to work at four days," she says...
Benefits of Cash Aid
Studies have found such payments reduce financial hardship and food insecurity and improve mental and physical health for both mothers and children.
The U.S. got a short-lived taste of that in 2021. Congress temporarily expanded the child tax credit, boosting payments and also sending them to the poorest families who had been excluded because they didn't make enough to qualify for the credit. Research found that families mostly spent the money on basic needs. The bigger tax credit improved families' finances and briefly cut the country's child poverty rate nearly in half.
"We saw food hardship dropped to the lowest level ever," Shaefer says. "And we saw credit scores actually go to the highest that they'd ever been in at the end of 2021."
Critics worried that the expanded credit would lead people to work less, but there was little evidence of that. Some said they used the extra money for child care so they could go to work.
As cash assistance in Flint ramps up, Shaefer will be tracking not just its impact on financial well-being, but how it affects the roughly 1,200 babies born in the city each year.
"We're going to see if expectant moms route into prenatal care earlier," he says. "Are they able to go more? And then we'll be able to look at birth outcomes," including birth weight and neonatal intensive care unit (NICU) admissions.
Since the pandemic, dozens of cash aid pilots have popped up across the nation. But unlike them, Rx Kids is not limited to lower-income households. It's universal, which means every new mom will get the same amount of money. "You pit people against each other when you draw that line in the sand and say, 'You don't need this, and you do,' " Shaefer says. It can also stigmatize families who get the aid, he says, as happened with traditional welfare...
So far, there's more than $43 million to keep the program going for three years. Funders include foundations, health insurance companies and the state of Michigan, which allocated a small part of its federal cash aid, known as Temporary Assistance for Needy Families.
Money can buy more time for bonding with a baby
Alana Turner can't believe her luck with Flint's new cash benefits. "I was just shocked because of the timing of it all," she says.
Turner is due soon with her second child, a girl. She lives with her aunt and her 4-year-old son, Ace. After he was born, her car broke down and she was seriously cash-strapped, negotiating over bill payments. This time, she hopes she won't have to choose between basic needs.
"Like, I shouldn't have to think about choosing between are the lights going to be on or am I going to make sure the car brakes are good," she says...
But since she'll be getting an unexpected $7,500 over the next year, Turner has a new goal. With her first child, she was back on the job in less than six weeks. Now, she hopes she'll be able to slow down and spend more time with her daughter.
"I don't want to sacrifice the time with my newborn like I had to for my son, if I don't have to," she says."
-via NPR, March 12, 2024
#united states#flint michigan#michigan#cash aid#basic income#poverty#poverty relief#child poverty#mothers#pregnancy#prenatalcare#healthcare#healthcare access#public health#child development#good news#hope
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Closer
sub/Himbo!Joel Miller x F!Reader
can be read as a follow up to Safe or standalone
Summary: you give Joel exactly what you both want, and he feels closer to you than ever before.
Warnings: Sub!Joel, Himbo!Joel, Mommy kink, Breeding Kink, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, face riding, oral F! receiving, premature ejaculation, preg, Joel gets called puppy
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He’s barely thrusting in and out any more. Just pathetic grinding and unrhythmic humps with pathetic whines and unrhythmic grunts.
You squeeze the fat around his hips, your legs dangling off to each of his sides. His head tucked low with his sweaty forehead resting atop your breasts his eyes remained glued to the spot where he disappears into your sopping cunt. where the two of you are Joined. Connected. Close.
He lets out a harsh gasp. “I made—mmmmffff—Mommy my cum dump,” he hums proudly. His brows suddenly furrow in concentration when your warm walls tighten.
"Where did you learn that? Who said that?"
His hips slow their pace. Eyes refusing to find yours after such a bold statement. Embarassment washes over him. “Um... Tommy said... you were like my cum dump... because I keep dumping my load inside you.” Joel stills entirely, the downward cast of his face giving way to his guilty conscious.
You squish his cheeks and make him look at you like a grown man. There’s such a thrill buried inside you when he perks up at direct eye contact from you, even when you're scolding him, like you were granting him such luxuries to be acknowledged. “Don't listen to Tommy. Mommy tells you what you need to know.”
He nods obediently, picking up his frantic thrusts again with renewed security.
Your nails claw against his broad, sun speckled back. The reminder of his muscled form doesnt deter your control over him in the slightest. and he doesn't mind surrendering to you entirely either.
His harsh pants fan across your throat, pulling him closer in to your warm embrace. Your body bounces back and forth with each rock of his cock plunging into you. Soft lips kissing away the sweat under your jaw. You can feel the smile crinkle around his cheeks pressing against your shoulder. Joel feels so capable yet so protected with you. He never wants to leave your comfort.
You can tell from the high pitched puppy noises he’s making mixed with the swell of his cock reaching deeper inside your pussy that he’s getting close. Working to secure yet another generous load of his seed inside you.
“Hey,” you coo, kissing his forehead before bringing his eyes to meet yours. God, he looked so perfect like this—all lost and dazed, not a thought behind those eyes except Mommy’s cunt, Mommy’s pussy, MommyMommyMommy. He’s half listening, so pussy whipped out of his mind, but you know he’s going to love your next words:
“We're gonna have a baby."
A fat grin spreads over his entire face before his lips are parting in an “o,” slamming into you one last time balls deep. He’s so excited that he cums. His movement stops altogether, groaning with an eye rolling orgasm, spilling his hot creamy spend into your already fertilized womb.
You laugh at him. “Happy, you're making me a real Mommy?”
"Because—because I put my cum inside mommy!"
"Yes sweetie.” yours lips find his, sucking away his pants. "And you're gonna be a Daddy."
"I did—“ he gasps loudly, trying to talk and catch his breath—“I did a good job.” He’s wrecked but trying so hard to recognize the reward of his hard work. The thing you had been promising him for ages finally come to fruition and its because of him. He should be proud. He knows you’re proud.
"Baby will grow better if you keep putting more in,” you tease, hands creeping over his ass and pushing him further inside you, forcing his seed to your cervix.
“Mommy,” he whines, knees rutting forward so he’s grinding against your mound. You can feel each ripple of his glutes flexing underneath your fingertips.
“Are you being selfish? Doesn’t Mommy get to cum?”
He nods, fearful that you would think he’s leaving you out. Even if he would forget to please you, Joel’s only purpose is to please you, fulfill your needs and empty his balls into you and breed. Only in this case, he's the livestock sperm-bank to your nurturing and greedy will.
“Roll over.”
He switches positions so fast, the back of his head slamming into the pillow, body jittery with excitement. He only briefly misses your warm cunt, worried over the cum that is still there.
“Good puppy boy,” you praise.
If Joel had a tail, it would be sprained from how hard he’s wagging.
You climb atop Joel's face.
He immediately sees the pearly drops of his cum starting to seep out of from your slit. “No! No no Mommy it's leaving your pussy!"
You pin his wrists down with your knees, and he almost cries at the tortured sight of it slowly dripping from your throbbing cunt, down your folds and on to his chin.
"Then you'll put more in. Shhh. It's okay, don't panic. You’ll have more cum to put in me.”
Joel steadies his breathing as you stroke soothingly over his scruffy cheek. He knows you'll take more and more from him as you please, but he really needs to let this go if that's what you command. you know better than he does, afterall.
Your thumb and finger clench his cheeks tightly, wakening him to your attention.
“But it's my decision. I decide what to do with you cum. Your body. Your cock. I decide what's best for you."
He nods, mouth muffled as you sink yourself onto his face. He eagerly laps at his messy seed from you like honey straight from the hive. He gets lost in it, the salty thick taste invading his buds, humming with his pretty lashes closed. His gentle hands, all rough on the exterior but so loving with intent, slide up along your middle until he's gently splayed a palm over your lower tummy, dreaming, wondering, hoping, excited to feel it swell so soon knowing he put a child in you. The room is so quiet. Intimate just between the two of you. Your fingers dance over his, layered on top and rolling each roll of your pussy onto his face. His eyes open and you smile warmly at him. You feel his breath hitch at the sight of you, so enthralled to be so much closer to mommy, tied together, physically and emotionally, than ever before.
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When you assume you make an ‘ass’ out of me and you
Summary: Finding out you’re pregnant, you decide to end things over text. Too bad Chuuya and Dazai were NOT buying your poor excuses. Or the time you made them very happy.
Pairing: preg! Reader x Dazai x Chuuya
Inspired by Sweetober prompt 5: Embracing
Warnings: pregnancy, cursing, hint at (kinky) intimacy,
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You were feeling like shit. And that was a huge statement considering that you had only ever taken a handful of sick days; turning up to work despite broken bones, staples keeping your skin somewhat together and internal bleeding. Cold was a minor inconvenience and sprained muscles could be forced to function. Ear inflammation was harder but still doable. After all, your job wasn’t all about active field work. A lot of it was information checking online, monitoring people or groups activities through other teams reports or keeping an eye on bank data so your team was within its budget for missions, leisure or other necessities. Damn, it was a miracle how you managed to fix it the last budging year when you had two subordinates who were the definition of shooting maniacs, one chronic alcoholic, and an illiterate clutz who could never find receipts or who somehow switched up numbers in their reports to the point of giving you a heart attack.
Thereby being away even for a day not only risked your office becoming a shooting range, no work being done, missions delayed however, most importantly, your steady tower of paperwork growing into an unmanageable city. You were on your second week away from the office, with no real prognosis for when you’d feel well enough to be back. And you were dreading going back.
Your boss has turned up a few days prior, had taken a thirty second look at you before you ran to the bathroom throwing up and had essentially three things to say to you while you were hugging the porcelain pony:
“ If it’s a stomach bug, get it cured before you even think about entering the office. If you’re pregnant-” the words had made your head snap up in total shock at a possibility you hadn’t even considered. Seeing as your boss brought it up, clearly she thought that you might be. Maybe not that shocking given that you were fucking more than average “ and want an abortion then hurry up and get it done before its too late. And see you in the office at the end of the month.” You could practically feel the warning look from your boss through the heavy wooden door, threatening you not to sweep this issue under the carpet and to keep her updated. “ If you intend to keep it then get your prenatals in order and see you in three years.” With those words she, being the ever caring friend she was, dropped two packets of pregnancy tests on your desk before leaving you alone.
When the results came back positive it was not necessarily a shocker. What surprised you more was that the nauseous feeling came as spontaneously as it did and how tired you felt most days. How exhausted thinking, or in your case overthinking, made you. It felt as if that little test, or five, somehow made you grow up overnight. From a carefree young adult doing whatever you wanted, missions, drinking or wild kinky sex you were suddenly expected within the next nine months to become a mother. A responsible and caring adult that would make yourself, your children and your own parents proud. You didn’t know if you were going to succeed with that but you were damn determined to give your baby the best childhood and care you could. And step one in that equation was to remove people out of your life who did not want a serious relationship with you or were interested in raising a baby together. You did not need forced commitment or alimony; what you needed was a partner and a father to your child. And since you were certain your lovers were not up to the role, you were certain you’d do a much better job alone by yourself- as always!
Still you never expected you would become the kind of trashy person who’d end things over text. You couldn’t understand how people could do it; either talk to the person you want to break up with or do a Dazai and just ghost. This felt too much like attachment issues wrapped in apology for you. Knowing you were already gonna earn a place in hell for it, you typed up a message that you were certain they’d hate you for. Which was perfect in your mind, if you were shooting yourself in the foot by breaking up with two executives who outranked you and your boss by a mile then the least you could do was make sure they wouldn’t unnecessarily seek you out. You’d deal with their revenge on you when you got back from parental leave.
Thus when the sound of pounding on your door came many hours later you were certain it was your boss again. Either to scold you for the extra workload she got from her bosses thanks to yours truly or to kidnap you to the hospital. Dragging yourself out of bed with a groan you quickly ran a brush through your hair for a more presentable appearance. Giving up on changing out of the t-shirt and shorts you headed for the door, opening it absentmindedly. Too late you realized you should have checked who it was.
“ What the hell are you two doing here?” You asked, making your meanest look as you crossed your arms over your chest. You were certain it looked more like a chihuahua barking at a rottweiler than anything threatening.
“ Checking if it’s a hostage situation, Bella” You gaped as Chuuya and Dazai brushed past you. Your dark haired ex-lover making his way to your bedroom, hand on the hilt of his gun. Before you could stop him, Chuuya, who was still lingering in the doorway, forced your attention by sticking his phone into your face with your textmessage pulled up on the screen.
Thank you for this time, I’ve found a better dick. No hard feelings.
“ What is this damned thing?” He asked, his voice far above the usual caring and loving tone he’d use with you.
“ What does it look like?” You raised your hand and studied the chipped manicure on your nails no longer able to stand the angry and hurt expression on his face. “ I’m breaking up with you, duh.”
“ Heeh what the hell do you mean by that Y/N? Better dick?” He took a step closer to you, his expression growing darker by the second “ We all know you’re a slut for us, ready to let us do whatever we want to you so stop lying and spit out what’s really going on.” he was gripping your arms tightly. When you refused to look at him he gave you a rough shake in warning.
“ What the hell-” you caught your exclamation that ‘it hurts’ knowing that it was exactly what he was going for at that moment. “ It’s as I said, I found someone new”
“ How long?!” he didn’t yell but somehow that made it even worse. When you didn’t reply immediately he shook you again “ And what’s so great about this supposed new person.”
You felt your eyes sting and closed them for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves. Your next sentence was a hit below the belt; “ They’re actually sweet and caring towards me. Not just after sex.”
“ Sweetheart-” the look on Chuuya’s face was as if you had slapped him, the arguments caught in his throat.
You looked away from him, shaking his hands off your shoulders. Your heart was tearing itself in your ribcage, Begging you to stop this nonsense. But you wouldn’t- you couldn’t. You needed to protect the child in your tummy, to shelter them from the constant fighting, every other week visitation, jealousy and screaming. You needed to prevent them from becoming a pawn in a game called ‘hurt the other parent more’.
“ Sweetheart, do you really believe that-?” Chuuya asked carefully.
“ -Or is it just that you are pregnant Y/N?” Dazai’s question made you jump, your head snapping in his direction. You could see him leaning against the doorway, an unreadable expression on his face. Damn you hated it when he did that.
“ I don’t know what you’re talking about '' you lied, back to crossing your arms over your chest. “ I’m done with this conversation so please get out.”
“ Come on Y/N the cats out of the bag now” Dazai looked almost too pleased with himself as he held up the pregnancy test he had fished out of the trashcan.
You felt the colour drain from your face. Your mouth opening and closing as your mind raced between forcing them out of your apartment and lying about it, again.
“ Is it a false positive?” Chuuya asked cautiously, eyeing the brunette.
“ There are five more in there,” Dazai shrugged, silently telling him to draw his own conclusions, as he took a step towards you. You cursed yourself for not taking the trash out sooner.
“ Is it ours?” The question made you hang your head in defeat. “ Belladonna is it-” Dazai growled in warning.
“ Yes” you breathed. You could feel them sharing a look of utter confusion between each other over your head.
“ Darlin, then why the charades?”
“ Because you wouldn’t want it!” you screamed at the top of your lungs “ and I- we don’t need a partner out of obligation.”
Silence lingered in your apartment for a few long moments. You wrapped your arms around yourself. You just wanted them to stop making this harder on you than it already was. Now that they knew the reason for all this, you prayed they wouldn’t cause any more hassle and just silently walk out of the apartment. That they’d walk out of your life and leave you alone. Without any fighting, pity or compromises. Just go, you pleaded silently, before you’d find yourself regretting your decision.
“ You assumed we wouldn’t want it,” Chuuya corrected you. You raised your head finally facing your lover, ready to scream at him- them to get out. The scream never made it past your lips, his expressing killing any arguments you had left; you had expected distress or anger on his face, maybe sadness or guilt but all you could see was a bright happy smile. “ And when you assume something you make an ‘ass’ out of me and you. Now come here my sweetheart” he spread his arms out beckoning you for a hug.
You had never seen that expression on Chuuya’s face. It was as if you had gifted him the sun and moon on a silver platter. You felt all fight fading out of your body, leaving behind just tiredness and longing for his warm embrace.Cautiously you came up to him, breathing a sigh of relief as he hugged you close yet gently to his body, burying his face in your shoulder. “ Oh sweets you’re gonna be a mother- I’m gonna be a father!”
“ Or uncle” Dazai added unable to stop himself from pushing Chuuya’s buttons“ You’re so cute Chuuya ready to be a dad to my kids”
“ Shut it mackerel” Chuuya muttered “ You’re just jealous she’s hugging me.”
“ And you’re just denying the undeniable”
Chuuya growled in reply before biting back the anger, turning his attention towards you instead. The smile never once leaving his face “ So don’t you dare try and break up with us over this again, ‘kay?” Chuuya moved back and pressed a kiss to your forehead before brushing your hair out of your eyes “- or you’re welcome to break up with bandages over there” he teased, making you smile slightly as Dazai let out an annoyed ‘ you dog’.
Surprisingly the argument didn’t go any further than that. Instead Dazai’s attention was shifting between you in Chuuya’s arms and the little white test still clutched between his fingers before he finally broke the silence:“ By the way Belladonna have you had your doctors visit yet? To ensure the little one is fine.”
You sighed, shaking your head a no. “ I haven’t really got around to it yet”
“ That won’t do!” Chuuya cried pulling back from you instantly, his hand already dialing his subordinates, while he was walking towards the door then turning around and pacing back into your room“ Yes I need you to find the best prenatal care doctor in Yokohoma- yes directly I don’t care how much they charge- Sweetheart where is your insurance and identification card?”
You blinked as he stopped in front of you, blue eyes staring at you intensely “ umm In the kitchen, furthest cupboard to the right- top draw. Should be under the travel pamphlet.” Before you could finish your sentence he was already out of the room going to hunt for your documents.
Still you could hear him talking on the phone, beginning to list a bunch of things he wanted delivered to your place within the next fifteen minutes; childcare books, research on food that was safe to eat during pregnancy, alcohol- he was clear to specify it was for himself- and some safe alcohol free options.
“ - and prepare statistics on best child care facilities in Yokohama, and broker offers for all the housing around those areas -and–”
“ Chuuya don't just start randomly buying things” you yelled, staring to follow behind him pausing only when a very gentle hand wrapped itself around your wrist. In fact you were half way pulling out of the touch before your mind registered it. The unusual softness surprised you. Usually Dazai was unapologetically rough during sex; unafraid to slap, hit or even whip you and it was Chuuya who showed you in butterfly touches, kisses over bruised skin and soft embraces.
“ Let him be Y/N” Dazai stated, his voice sounding strange in your ears. His hand falling away from your wrist the instant you turned to face him. You could see that his head was bowed, his hair covering his eyes from you. Sometime during your and Chuuya’s embrace he had moved to sit down on a nearby chair. Wordlessly he patted his lap, silently asking you to sit down instead of the usual act of just pulling you into it. You looked at him skeptically as you took your place on his lap. The moment you did he buried his face in your shoulder, his arms pausing inches above your skin as if you’d shatter in his arms if he touched you..
“ Are you okay?” You asked as you urged him closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Taking it as permission he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you carefully to his chest, burying his face in your hair. He held you like that for a few moments, totally silent but for an almost unnoticeable shake of his shoulders “ Dazai, are you crying?”
His response was to bring you even closer
“ Dazai, are you okay?” You asked again with more worry in your voice. He hushed you, stroking your hair. You were starting to panic at his reaction, your mind racing so much that you almost missed his answer to your previous question;
“ I’m more ‘okay’ than ever, Y/N”
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( double penetration, threesome, breeding, mating press, mind break, blackmail )
correcting that stupid bratty popstar with a great friend <3
after the show, he predictably came back crawling to you. claiming you needed to “finish what you started” and whatnot. what he didn’t know was that you recruited the help of a friend to help correct your dear popstar…
“h-hhgnnf~! s-ssttop-!! s-ssloww d-ddownn~!!” he cried out, ass up with his face shoved into the pillow with your friend plowing his whorish pussy. “you were right, he does whine like a bitch.” your friend slaps the poor boy’s ass as he snickers at his comment. the popstar’s body jolts before dying back down, his big puppy eyes now looking at you for a shred of remorse.
remorse you’ll never give him. “i think you need to learn your place in this world again.” you coo and shove a finger or two into his mouth…
his legs are stretched all the way up to his head, as you pound into his cum-filled pussy… his ankles are pinned to his shoulders, your best friend is holding them down <3, as you keep both thumbs in his mouth. he’s a mess to say the least, drooling, crying and sputtering nonsense about you “stopping.”
“a-aagglkk~! i-i’ll g-ggeht preg-nnannt..!” he slobbers out as his eyes roll back into his skull. you’re pounding so harshly into him, he might lose consciousness but it’s well deserved… “maybe you should.. getting you knocked up would kick you down a peg.” your friend licks his lips as he thinks of another devious idea~
“n-nno… m-mmmoorr..e….” his voice is raspy, almost completely gone as both you and your friend thrust into his pussy and ass. so much cock inside of him, he can’t think properly. “i bet you fantasize about this, having two big cocks inside ya at once?” your friend snickers and lowers a hand to press the bulge in the poor popstar’s belly. he almost passes out from just that, but you swiftly snap him back to reality by thrusting into him.
“no passing out babe, you need to remember this forever.”
his thighs twitch as you dump your presumably last load of cum into his overflowing pussy. he’s laid flat on the bed, a slight bulge in his abdomen from all the seed inside of him. he’s non verbal and a complete fucking mess at this point.
your friend grips a tuft of his hair and forces the popstar’s lips to meet his still hard erection. “be a darling and clean me up.” he commands and the fucked out brat complies… his licks are small and shallow at first before he takes the head of your friend’s cock in his mouth.
“smile for the camera.” you coo as you start a phone recording of your ‘brat correction.’ Pointing the camera toward’s the other’s pussy, your extend your free hand to spread the other’s folds more open. the poor brat weakly whines as cum floods out of his cunt.
“keep it inside you, can’t have our hard work be for nothing.” you grin and rather harshly shove two fingers into his gummy pussy. pushing back in the seed and making the popstar mewl and writhe in response. “pose for the camera, whore.”
he weakly lifts up a hand for a half assed peace sign as he continues cleaning off your friend’s cock. “mine next.” you say as you end the video, might as well keep it for save keepings <3
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i was half asleep when i wrote this, so sorry if there’s confusing parts (＞人＜;) i think i got the brat tamer out of me… hopefully…
as always, i hope you have a wonderful day <3 - 🎀
i need to be restrained. <3🌹
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Mermen in Love
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Mer!Poly with Male!Reader, Soap, and Ghost.
Probably some Orca inaccuracies.
Ftm!Johnny, so M!Preg warning ig.
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It had been a big surprise when suddenly Johnny started to get... well, fat.
Obviously neither {Name} or Simon said anything about it, assuming it was just because there happened to be abundance of fish and penguins recently.
All stayed normal until Johnny suddenly awoke from his unihemispheric state, normally he slept a long eight hours but this time he was in a panic.
The entire pod went to calm the unruly orca down, Simon and {Name} having to physically restrain their mate until he calmed.
"What the 'ell was that about?" Simon questioned, rubbing Johnny’s puffy cheeks in his palms.
"There's something inside me!" He wailed, letting out a noise as he was slapped by the calf growing in his womb.
Simon and {Name} exchanged a look as Johnny wailed between them, the entire pod stopping before {Name} shooed them off to continue on their hunt while he and Simon dealed with this.
"Love... are you sure? We were careful, we always are." {Name} asked gently, not wanting to further aggravate his mate. "It could just be a stomach ache...?"
"You think I wouldn't know if I was just getting an ache?!" He snapped, whipping around to shove an accusing finger in {Name}'s face. "Answer me dammit!" Johnny yelled, shaking poor {Name} by his shoulders.
"That's not- Stop that!" Simon interjected, forcing himself between his mates. "Both of you need to calm down." He frowned, glaring at them from beneath the human skull that sat on his face.
"Now, Johnny. {Name}'s question was valid, if not a bit rude." He huffed, giving him the side eye before turning back to Johnny. "We have been safe for years, so what did we do differently this year?"
All three paused, thinking over the last season. Which had to of been at least six months ago, until {Name} and Johnny shared an embarrassed look, neither would look back at Simon.
"What? Did you two do something?" He folded his torso so he was casting and even bigger shadow over the two as he awaited an answer.
"Well," {Name} started, "me 'n Johnny might have... gone a bit longer after you went out to talk to Price." He mumbled, finally working up the courage to look his seething mate in the eyes.
"A bit longer? You both know we do this a very specific way that way Johnny doesn't have any calves, we all agreed to wait until we were ready." Simon looked almost... disappointed in the two. Shaking his head as he grumbled something to himself, his face did fall though. Looking more worried than stern.
"Look... it's too late to go back, I'm not mad. A little disappointed that you waited until he was pregnant to tell me. But I'm obviously still going to be here." He sighed, pulling the younger orcas closer to him. Gently rubbing the back of their necks to soothe the obviously bubbling anxiety.
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Aftermath:
Joseph chirped happily, floating idly while messing with a crab on the shore until he heard the familiar bellows of his fathers return.
"Daddy!" He screeched, tackling Johnny in a hug who eagerly returned it as {Name} and Simon finished bringing over the leftovers of the polar bear carcass.
"What?! No hug for us? We're the ones who bring you food!" {Name} and Simon both exclaimed in unison, quite pouty for two full grown orcas.
Joseph, the little bugger, only giggled and started to devour as much of the carcass as his tummy could fit.
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It's weird, normally I hate the idea of having children but this idea wouldn't leave me alone.
OH YEAH! Hey, hey, did you get the reference? Joseph? Yeah! Obviously no explanation needed since Ghost's backstory is pretty much the same, just shifted around. So their Joseph is names after his dead nephew for those who didn't know. :)
It came out a lot better than I hoped, also thank you to everyone who got my last posts to over 300 notes!! That's flipping(hehe) crazy!
Also I forget a lot of tags so those who repost with more tags, I thank you 🙏
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#mermen#Gay#cod x male reader#Cod au#simon ghost riley#modern warfare 2#john soap mctavish#ghost x male reader#x reader#X male reader#soap x male reader
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Summary: Rollo with an opposite kind of unhinged partner who always says the most out of pocket things out of nowhere when they are alone and no one believes that they actually like each other.
Warnings:obviously English isn’t my first language plus I posted this the moment I finished it, reader is gn, reader is INSECURE, very self inserty, Rollo is decent at comforting, small injury, reader says out of pocket shit because it’s funny. Tell me to add anything if I forgot :P
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Rollo groans as he wakes up from his sleep to start another day at school, he takes his phone to turn off the alarm and sees a message from his partner.
”I want to get you pregnant”
Rollo just sighed and didn’t open the message and went to the bathroom. As he was making himself coffee a specific ringtone erupted his peace, he answered the call and didn’t say anything waiting for the next surprise.
”about the preg-“
”Please seek professional help”
beep.
it’s too early for him to deal with this, he hears giggling from behind his door. Smiling to himself only, he sighed, hid his smile and opened the door with a frown only his partner would see right through, and that partner is smiling like an idiot. He had to fight the urge to smile back, he doesn’t want to encourage her behavior even if he doesn’t mind it that much.
”hey baby girl” “don’t call me that”
He smiled very slightly as he looked at them. How can someone who claims to be lazy have so much energy very early in the morning? Unless… Rollo’s smile disappeared and he crossed his arms with his head held high.
”You didn’t sleep didn’t you?” His partner flinched and looked anywhere but Rollo’s eyes, swinging side to side “whaatt? Of course I did- no I didn’t” one look at Rollo's eyes made them tell the truth, they already knew that lying won’t get them anywhere with Rollo. Especially with his very unconvinced face.
”buutt the new character was about to be released” they whined as they explained themselves, knowing at it wouldn’t change anything but trying won’t hurt “you know how long I have waited for it-“ Rollo raised his hand, noticing his partner’s worry “I’m not mad, I just don’t want you to tell behind on your studies.” He said it as a fact, not afraid to somewhat show his worry.
They looked at him for a moment before smiling, knowing even when he said he wouldn’t, he would lap them even when they didn't help themselves. They hold his arm, almost spilling his coffee with how much force they hold him. He walked around the school doing his work while his partner walked close by, his assistants joked about them being a package deal.
After classes at the student council room, Rollo was doing his work while his partner was (forcefully by Rollo) doing their homework. Saying that he's around he can help them instead of them calling in the middle of the night to help with a simple math question.
He looked to the side as he noticed the sound of pen writing had stopped for a while, he saw his partner looking down in deep thought. Not in the “if I used that weapon one that character” kind of thought but something must have happened to leave them with such expression, kind of thought.
He called their name multiple times, raising his voice every time until they answered him “what are you so in deep thought about?” He looked at them in the eyes, in a way trying to tell them there is no way of getting out of this.
They stayed silent for a moment, just looking at Rollo’s eyes. As if begging him not to open that can of worms, Rollo’s eyes didn’t give them a chance to escape, equally begging them to open up.
”have you.. heard what everyone has been saying?” Rollo frowned, he was confused. This is not something they usually worry about, they always told him not to care what others say especially when it comes to their relationship. It seems to be a sensitive topic for them, from their actions. Avoiding eye contact, stuttering, heavy breathing and biting their nails. So he tried to be patient.
”No, I have not.” He’s too busy to know or care about what anyone thinks about him or his partner. “Care to tell me?” He slowly holds their hand, to stop them from hurting themselves. Which was a little late. Their fingertips are already bleeding, he sighs and opens one of his drawers, taking out bandages and helping them.
They hissed, not enjoying their current situation. “They say I don’t deserve you” they looked away, feeling ashamed to even entertain the thought “they think you are with me because you pity me or that I’m annoying you” Rollo listened to them without interrupting, wanting to hear everything from them before speaking his thoughts. “Am I.. Too much?”.
He stopped for a second to process their question, “what do you mean?” He looked them in the eyes after finishing putting on the bandage, trying to figure them out. “You know like.. Too much to handle? Annoying and insufferable.. A nuisance?” They kept their eyes away from his, the shame killing them inside out.
Rollo knew how insecure his partner can be, but it surprised him it reached their relationship. He didn’t even give himself to think and answered them.
“no, I don’t think of you this lowly” He awkwardly tried to comfort them by holding their hand with both of his, looking around just as awkwardly to try and find his words. “If I did, I wouldn’t be here with you, right?” He’s trying his best and he knows his partner understands, to them that he’s trying is more than enough but they kept silent.
He raised his hand, to emphasize his point. “Just because you would, doesn’t mean I would” He smiled, a barely noticeable one as they laughed. They know it’s true, they didn’t have the best relationships with almost anyone in their life so they assume that everyone is like them, it’s nice to be reminded that it’s not normal.
”May I ask, from whom did you hear it?” Rollo said as he went back to do his work, wanting to get to the bottom of this situation. “Oh, will usually when we are walking or just sitting alone I tend to hear people talk” “oh so your hearing decides to be good when it’s people bad mouthing you?” At that they laughed loudly, holding their mouth to keep it down.
”I can’t even disagree on that..” They looked down and smiled a small one “I’m sorry, really. It’s just they came at the worst time” they smiled apologetically, looking at Rollo begging for forgiveness. Even though he wasn't mad to begin with “don’t worry about it,just like how you handled my worst, I’m here for yours.”
Their smile turned warm, putting their head on Rollo’s shoulder “Thank you, truly” they closed their eyes and sighed. “No problem” he smiled, knowing they can’t see it.
”so, about the preg-“ “sigh…”
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“Did you take the pic??” “Yeah!” Two students peaked through the door, they chuckled and left the two love birds on their own. “They owe us so much money!” “Thought that was to stop the rumors so it would stop upsetting them?” “Oh yeah that too!”
One day I AM using my artistic skills to draw me getting him pregnant
Also high coms are open :3
#twisted wonderland#rollo#rollo flamm#rollo flamme#twst rollo#twisted wonderland rollo#rollo x reader#disney twst#Twisted wonderland x reader#Pregnancy jokes are so funny to me#Getting a man pregnant is a joke and a reality to me#Especially for him
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Bottom!FTM Sebastian x Top!Masc Reader
↳ [Event Request] | AFAB Language Used
↳ Fandom: Stardew Valley
CW: Non-Con, Somnophilia, Cunnilingus, Squirting, Belly Bulge, Creampie, Hair-Pulling
↳ W.C: 722
Maru, Demetrius, and Robin are all out on a trip and left Sebastian by himself. Not because they hate him, he was the one that begged to stay home. And Yoba, are you glad he did.
You sometimes come over and make sure he's eating okay, and he trusts you enough to let you hang out in his room. It's unfortunate he trusts someone like you, but it works out for you.
You quietly enter his room, grateful that he's fast asleep and only wearing a t-shirt and boxers. You walk over to him and get onto the bed, gently running your hands along his body.
You bunch his shirt up to his collarbone, revealing two soft looking mounds with two puffy nipples on top. You're almost tempted to pinch them but instead you pull his underwear off and focus on his pretty wet cunt.
He's probably having a pretty good dream, you think to yourself. You spread his legs wide and move your head in between, licking his wetness and moaning at how good he tastes. Sebastian moans in his sleep, breathing heavily as you go down on him. You have to hold his thighs apart to keep him from closing them on you. He's so sensitive, it's cute.
You stick your tongue into his entrance, fucking him with it and basking in his pleased noises. Your hand finds its place on his little t-dick, jerking it off.
Sebastian gasps in his sleep, suddenly arching his back and squirting. You drink up what you can. You give his pussy a nice long lick from your tongue before pulling away, face glossy.
You get up and strip down to nothing, pumping your leaking cock over his pussy. You're already close to an orgasm thanks to eating him out, so it takes little time for you to come all over his cunt.
Since you're still hard, you slip into him right after. Tasting his insides with your tongue wasn't nearly enough to prepare you for how amazing he feels. Sebastian’s expression twists into discomfort.
You place your hand on the bulge in his stomach, slowly thrusting in and out of his creamy cunt. You're surprised he's still asleep after all this, maybe your actions integrated into his wet dream.
“Mmh..” He whimpers as it starts to feel good. “[Name]..”
You stop and look at him, he's fast asleep. He must like you. You wonder if that’ll stay the same when he wakes up. You resume your thrusts, speeding up.
“Uh~!” He moans, your cock hitting his g-spot over and over. His moans get louder as you force him into his second orgasm. He wakes up right as he comes, eyes shooting wide open. He’s not sure if this is a dream or not, but it feels so good he doesn’t even consider trying to stop you. You turn him onto his stomach and lift his ass up.
Sebastian rolls his eyes back in pleasure, letting out wanton moans as you overstimulate him.
“I didn’t think you were such a slut, Sebby.” You chuckle.
He moans your name again. “I’m not a slut~!” He disagrees, cheeks flushed.
“Yeah? Then what are you?” You pull on his hair, bringing his head upwards.
“Yours! ‘M yours, [Name]~!” He exclaims with tears running down his cheeks.
You smirk. “That’s right, all mine.” You bring him into a sloppy wet kiss, hand still gripping his messy hair. You can tell he likes the kiss from the way his pussy tightens around your cock, as if he’s silently begging for more. So you give him more, deepening the kiss.
You feel yourself reaching your peak again, making deeper and longer thrusts as you get closer. You pull away from the kiss to warn him, curious about his reaction. “Gonna come inside you, sweetheart.”
“‘M gon-uh~ get preg- pregnant~” He whines. He's out of it, you can’t be sure if he wants it or not.
Either way, you end up coming deep inside him. You pull out and watch it dribble out of his pulsing cunt in awe, feeling the urge to go another round.
Sebastian starts to come back down to earth, realizing that this wasn’t a dream. “[Na- Name]?”
“Hm?” You hum.
He looks down in between his legs, shocked at the sight of his cum covered cunt. “What just happened?”
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You asked, we delivered: a sequel to Whoops! We had soooo much fun with this <3
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: None
Fandom(s): Transformers: Prime
Relationship(s): Megatron/Optimus Prime
Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Optimus Prime
Additional Tags: Sequel, Mech Preg (Transformers), Unplanned Pregnancy, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Angst, Magical Healing Cock, Spark Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Fade to Black, Getting Back Together, Transformers Spark Bonds
Fic below the cut!
In response to learning that Optimus Prime was carrying his sparkling, Megatron called for an immediate ceasefire. Initially it was conditional, limited only to Earth, but one threat from Optimus to make Ratchet the sire and raise the bitlet as an Autobot had Megatron grumbling to all his forces throughout the galaxy to not engage in hostile actions against Autobots or any other species — save for self-defense. Megatron wasn’t an idiot, despite certain claims.
“So when can I see you?” Megatron prompted through a wide grin, resting his chinguard on his palm and swinging his leg where he sat on call with Optimus. “Send me the coordinates to your base and I’ll come over immediately.”
Judging by the sigh on the other end of the line, Megatron could perfectly imagine the petulant look on his sparkling’s carrier’s faceplate (his sparkling, he was carrying Megatron’s sparkling!). As things stood, he could only stare dreamily at the caller ID image of Optimus frowning constipatedly at him. “This trust is very, very tentative, Megatron,” the Prime said tiredly. “And the circumstances of this conception are quite volatile. If we were in any other position in our respective factions, our… dalliance would be considered high treason. I do not think it wise to reveal the location of the Autobot base on Earth to you.”
“Come now, Optimus,” Megatron crooned, tilting his helm and tracing hearts around his picture. “Stop stressing about such things! It’s bad for the bitlet! And you know, separation from the sire is also bad for a carriage. I’m sure your medic can tell you that. We’re going to be lying together many, many times over the course of this next stellar-cycle; can you really not trust me?”
“You have given me nothing to make me believe that you will not offline me immediately post-emergence and raise our sparkling as your heir while you lay waste to my armies.”
“Fine, how’s this: I give you my word.”
“Allow me to rephrase: nothing substantial.”
Megatron smirked and purred, “I like it when you’re feisty.”
“Megatron, be serious.”
“I am deathly serious right now.”
Another petulant sigh. “I would be willing to… t-to…” The sound of a shaky vent came through the call.
“I know, this situation is quite breathtaking,” Megatron chuckled, resting his chin in both his palms and swinging both legs.
Optimus made a noise on the other end of the call as if he were beginning to speak, only for the loud whine of overclocked machinery to sound off immediately before a deafening crash.
Megatron snapped to attention. “Optimus?”
Muffled shouts and yells came through the call, but none of them were Optimus’s voice.
Megatron stood up and yelled, “Optimus, are you alright?!”
The call ended.
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Megatron was nano-kliks away from ordering the entire Decepticon fleet to invade Earth in search of Optimus when Soundwave pinged him with an urgent comm from the Autobot line.
Making his way swiftly away from the bridge and to Soundwave’s station, Megatron stepped up to his amica’s side and answered the call. “Optimus?”
That grouchy Autobot medic Ratchet’s ID picture appeared instead. “Megatron, whatever slag you’re thinking about doing, cool it. Optimus and the bitlet are stable for now, and the last thing they need is more stress to bring on another attack.”
“Attack? What kind of attack?” Megatron snapped, deigning to ignore the disrespect in leaving out his title.
“Optimus’s forge is drawing extraordinary amounts of power from his frame, far more than any carriage I’ve ever seen. If it weren’t for the Matrix keeping his spark stable, Optimus’s spark would have been snuffed out completely during his episode. As things stand, he’s exhausted and weak, and energon infusions aren’t working.”
“What does he need? You’re a renowned medic, what do we need to do to fix this?” Megatron babbled. “Whatever it is, I will do it. I will raze the galaxy for this sparkling. Just-”
“Will you shut the slag up for 2 fragging nano-kliks?” Ratchet snapped. “Look. I’ve never seen anything like this before, which means that there’s a variable we’re not accounting for. Now what about you of all mechs being the sire could destabilize a Prime so terribly, hm?”
Cold dawning realization washed over Megatron as he rested a servo over his spark chamber. “Dark energon…”
“That’s my conclusion as well,” Ratchet said tiredly, a faint tremor in his voice. “Which is why… it is my… very, very pained recommendation that… you personally attend to Optimus through his term. Optimus has requested as much from berth rest.”
Megatron cycled his optics, then set his shoulders. “He will have a place of honor aboard the Nemesis with full attendance by myself and my finest medical staff. Let me take the ship into Earth’s atmosphere and we will send you coordinates to ground bridge to so we may receive him.”
“Good to know you can be reasonable.”
“Why, you…” Megatron growled with a deep rumble of his engine, but the medic already ended the call.
--
Megatron’s entire army was in position to receive the Prime by that evening. His vehicons and seekers stood at attention in neat lines on the flight deck of the Nemesis, with Soundwave and Shockwave standing at attention and Starscream sporting a sneering grimace-smile that didn’t reach his optics as he idly clapped.
Sure enough, the ground bridge opened up at the end of the runway at the agreed-upon time, and the Prime walked through under his own power, displaying no signs of weakness save for the palor that had overtaken his plating. He looked around at Megatron’s army critically for a long moment, inclining his helm in acknowledgment to a few vehicons and seekers before locking optics with Megatron.
It was the first time Megatron had seen Optimus since learning of his carriage, and even with a sickly palor, he had never looked more beautiful.
Megatron found himself drifting forward, breaking his very painstaking, professional, grand formation to first walk, then trot, then run towards Optimus, a beaming smile on his faceplate. Optimus braced himself as if to meet an attack, only for Megatron to reach out and fold his servos around his abdominal plating, cradling it tenderly.
“Optimus,” Megatron greeted, his plating flared out happily.
“Megatron,” Optimus returned, his optics softening.
“EVERYONE!” Megatron then bellowed, turning around while Optimus cringed and covered an audial. Grandiosely holding his arms out to frame his Prime, Megatron projected, “GREET THE CARRIER OF MY SPARKLING!”
All the vehicons and seekers began clapping and cheering; Knock Out had some kind of human noisemaker for some reason where he sat on Breakdown’s broad shoulders, Soundwave displayed a :) on his visor, and even Shockwave was clapping.
The ground bridge closed behind them, and Optimus grew tense, finnials twitching wildly as he stammered, “This is… very kind…”
“Oh, don’t be shy, my spark,” Megatron soothed, sweeping Optimus off of his pedes and into his arms, prompting a squawk from the usually stoic Prime. “You will want for nothing with me, I assure you.”
“We shall see,” Optimus muttered, though as Megatron walked them down the runway and carried him through the threshold of the Nemesis, a small smile overtook his intake.
--
As night fell over Earth, the planet turning away from its star to sleep, Megatron and Optimus lay in Megatron’s berth after Optimus finished unpacking. He had paltry few belongings to his name, despite his status — only a few physical pictures in frames that he lovingly set up on Megatron’s side table of his team and the fleshlings.
Currently, Megatron was spooning Optimus from behind, arms wrapped protectively around his abdomen.
“How are you feeling, beloved?” Megatron murmured into his neck.
“...Tired,” Optimus muttered back, finials twitching.
Megatron chuckled and spared a servo to trace one, stilling it and inciting a shiver in the Prime. “I know you well enough to know when you’re thinking.” Optimus hid his face in the berth and released a long ex-vent. Megatron frowned. “Your finials always used to twitch when something was upsetting you.”
“That,” Optimus grunted, servos curling into loose fists. “’My spark,’ ‘Beloved’… You used to call me those things, back when I…” He sighed. “I’m not Orion.”
Megatron clenched his jaw, looking away. “No,” he agreed. “You’re not.”
“And you are not Megatronus. Those young lovers are long offline.”
“Is there a point to this morbid thought spiral?” Megatron huffed, caressing the Prime’s abdomen once more.
“You don’t love me,” Optimus croaked. “This, all of this… if it were not for our sparkling in my forge, you would try to tear me limb from limb.”
Megatron paused. “...Would you not do the same?”
“No,” Optimus said immediately. “I wouldn’t.”
Slowly, Megatron let go of Optimus and sat up. Optimus weakly mirrored him, finials pinning back.
Oceans of hatred, betrayal, and resentment roiled between them.
Eventually, Megatron said, dark and flat, “It is as you said. Megatronus is dead. You do not love the mech before you. There is no Champion and his little archivist anymore. If you wish me to cease the epithets, then I will, but do not ever doubt my genuine care for this sparkling.”
“I do not doubt that,” Optimus huffed, the faintest tinge of amusement in the sound as he caressed Megatron’s chassis. “But you’re wrong.” Megatron arched a browplate and sneered. Optimus stood firm. “I do love the mech before me, and not as a ghost. You changed, Megatron — you changed into something, someone dark and twisted and full of hatred, but that is not all you are. All this time, I have ached to touch the part of you that has not been corrupted by your hatred, not to change you into the mech you were but to realize the potential of the mech you could become. And now…” He carefully grabbed Megatron’s servo and returned it to his abdomen. “I have. But I am afraid.”
Megatron tried to stoke the fires of his deep well of anger and rage, but the warm thrumming of the plating beneath his servo broke him and made his walls crumble. “Of me?” Megatron asked weakly.
“You terrify me,” Optimus managed, blue optics so painfully sad, and… dim, flickering. “Not for what you could do to me, but what you could do to yourself. What you have done to yourself.”
Tensing, Megatron tried, “Optimus…”
“Y-You… Our sparkbond, Megatron, I thought the Matrix burned it out but we could not conceive without it, it’s still there, so surely there must…” Optimus started swaying. “There… m-must… hunh…” And with that, Optimus fainted, optics going dark.
“Scrap,” Megatron hissed, catching Optimus and settling him down to the berth. He was having another attack, but — what could Megatron even do? Contact? He could do contact. Straddling Optimus, he gently pressed himself over the frame of his sparkmate like a weighted blanket and frantically pinged Knock Out. He could feel Optimus’s rapid, erratic sparkpulse through his own chest plating, growing weaker and more irregular.
Think think think. Scrap this was bad.
That was when Optimus’s chest plates swung open and smacked him across the face, making him rear back and splutter.
The Matrix of Leadership shined up at him in the darkness, all-powerful and resolute. Behind it, Optimus’s spark wobbled dangerously. And orbiting around it… a small, fragile little flickering light.
Megatron plowed through all his dark, inky compulsions to rip the Matrix out of the Prime’s chest and claim it for himself and instead opened his own chest plates, baring his own spark before pressing their chests together.
It was like being plunged into a celestial pool, spinning through the cosmos surrounded by light and sound and sensation, all of it pointless distraction. Megatron saw Optimus sinking deeper into the celestial sea and fell after him, throwing himself through the blinding rivers of light and leaving darkness in his wake, reaching out for him. Optimus looked up at him and reached back.
The two of them immediately clung to each other, pulling each other flush against their plating, and a supernova went off around them as they sank into each other and became one.
Light and darkness rapidly flashed all around them in cacophonous storms as they felt eons worth of pain hate hurt fear but also longing warmth grief love.
I miss you.
I know.
I’m sorry.
And suddenly, they were apart again, floating in a serene dawn, light perfectly blended with darkness, as a warm light flowed out of their sparks to be kindled into a fragile flame between them, pulsing in time with their synchronized sparks. Each of them leaned down to kiss it, and it flared into an inferno, whipping wind around them harmlessly with a chiming sound not unlike a newspark’s laughter.
Then Megatron was back in his frame, and their chestplates were closing. They stared at each other, optics bright with charge, vents heaving for air as their cooling fans roared. Optimus smiled. Megatron smiled back.
Both of them whipped their helms around at the sound of slow clapping.
Knock Out smirked, a carefully polished browplate arching as he drawled, “Good show, you two, very lovely. Am I still needed?”
“GET OUT!” Megatron bellowed, priming and aiming his cannon while Optimus laughed, and Knock Out shrieked before scrambling to leave so fast he transformed and sped out the door.
“That was unkind,” Optimus chided, immediately calming Megatron by cupping his helm in his servos.
“I’ll show you how kind I can be,” Megatron purred with a rev of his engine, right before he leaned down and kissed Optimus’s lights out.
#megop#megatron#optimus prime#tfp megop#transformers prime#tfp#transformers#skeletons write#mech preg
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Can you do a 4ggravate polycule fic using timeskips?
Preg!Alhaitham, Kaveh and Cyno with their first, second and then third child all learning to accept help and be vulnerable from their partners during their respective pregnancies.
(I don't see Tighnari being so stubborn so I didn't include him)
Tighnari is the braincell of the group, that's for sure.
Tighnari was the first of the group to give birth. He'd known from an early age he wanted a large family, and wasn't in shy in making that clear. With his medical training, he handled things well, being sure to turn to his lovers when he needed help or attention, and before long, he welcomed their first child into the family, a little boy with ears as big as Tighnari's. It was smooth sailing all the way through, but it wasn't that way for everyone.
Kaveh begged to carry the next baby, but Cyno was the one to fall pregnant next. It wasn't a surprise per say, the concept of protection didn't exist between the four, but he also wasn't trying as hard as Kaveh was. It didn't matter though, he was still thrilled. Until he learned this meant he wouldn't be able to work for the foreseeable future. They were *not* sending him out into the desert pregnant, no matter how much he argued he was fine and capable of handling himself.
Cyno became very depressed and withdrawn after being forced to take such a long leave from work. AlHaitham noticed first, but didn't press the issue, while Kaveh tried to over compensate, smothering Cyno until he couldn't stand it anymore. He pulled away more and more as his pregnancy progressed, until Tighnari finally had enough and forced him to sit down and *talk* about what was bothering him.
For Cyno, not working meant he wasn't helping to provide for his family, despite AlHaitham making more than enough to support the four of them, he hated sitting around and doing nothing and as his belly grew, he felt more and more incapable of handling anything. It was a long night of hashing things out, and ended with Cyno curled up against AlHaitham's chest with Kaveh and Nari snuggling him close, but he does come around. Instead of closing himself off from the family, he starts to find chores around the house to do, and before long, welcome's their first daughter into the family.
Kaveh was next, annoucing his pregnancy less than a week after Cyno delivered his daughter. He;s a jittery mess, feeling guilty from taking the attention away from Cyno but overjoyed he was finally going to have a baby of his own. Kaveh fawned over both the other children, and loved them dearly, but was excited to experience the 'wonders' of pregnancy.
The 'wonders' he spoke of were violent morning sickness the whole nine months, swollen feet and ankles, constant migraines and being nearly two weeks overdue with *twins* Kaveh was miserable from start to finish. Everything made him cry, and is he wasn't crying he was furious about something or other. Cyno and Tighnari has such easy pregnancies, and Kaveh was more than bitter about not getting to enjoy things the way they had.
He tries to throw himself into his work for distraction, but after vomiting over two sets of blueprints and pregnancy brain making him forget even the most basic of details, he's forced into taking a leave. Which only makes him even more upset and miserable and heaven forbid the other three try to help or he would jump down their throats for coddling him.
Cyno understands where Kaveh is coming from, but the blond is just so stubborn he won't let any of them help. Not until he finally reaches his breaking point seven months in, stuck on the floor trying to pick up a pen he dropped and having a full meltdown over how 'fat and useless' he'd become. Finally, he let Cyno take him to their bedroom and just hold him till the other two returned from work. AlHaitham hated seeing his lover look so pathetic, and promised him once the babies were born he would never, ever have to do this again.
Kaveh's labor, luckily, was much smoother than his pregnancy. The twins were born within six hours of his labor starting, and came right after each other. A boy and a girl, looking nothing alike.
AlHaitham's pregnancy was a shock. Truefully, he hadn't even considered carrying a baby, not after the four kids his lovers had already brought into the world, but he wasn't upset about it either. The first few months went by smoothly, and Kaveh was more than jealous over the lack of morning sickness and general misery AlHaitham wasn't experiencing. He was stoic about the whole process, never complained beyond wanting certain snacks that someone ate without permission, or having to leave work early for doctor's appointments.
But that was the problem.
Alhaitham never asked for help. He didn't complain about anything, and he didn't allow the others to do anything for him. He hated when they touched his belly, or made comments about how soon their new little one would be there. Cyno could tell something was off, but prying only got him a glare and a curt 'nothing.'
It wasn't until Alhaitham went into labor that the issue finally surfaced. Standing at the kitchen sink, washing up plates from dinner, his water broke. He goes still, before Tighnari quickly plucks the dish from his hands and leads him to their bedroom. For AlHaitham, labor was long and hard. The baby had no interest in being born, despite his body doing everything in its power to force their baby into the world. After nearly ten hours, Alhaitham finally breaks, letting a few tears fall and admitting he was scared. He didn't know shit about being a mother, and he knew he lacked the gentle touch the other three naturally had. He was scared he would die giving birth, or the pup would die instead.
They do their best to calm him, Kaveh doesn't let him go the rest of his labor, and Cyno keeps the mood light with the worst jokes any of them had ever heard, but for once in his life, Alhaitham actually found them a little funny.
After nearly 26 hours of labor, AlHaitham brought their youngest son into the family, and was rightfully smothered with love and affection.
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finallyyyyy dave as prommy'd
[stuffing/post-stuffing tummyache, scary alien preg but only in a dream]
Dave reached into the chip bag to find it empty. He looked down, surprised. He would've sworn he'd only opened it earlier that day. His stomach growled, and he wandered into the kitchen to dispose of the bag and find a new snack. After rooting around in the fridge for a minute, he returned to his task with a Dr. Thunder and three slices of cold pizza, stacked on top of each other like a congealed layer cake.
Despite being skinny as a rail, Dave had a reputation among his friends for being a bottomless pit. It never seemed to be intentional; he simply had a constant and enormous appetite. He would often still be hungry after a large meal, and mindless snacking was an inescapable habit. He was particularly guilty of snacking while he worked. Carrie often joked that he could go through the entire kitchen if he was really involved with a project. His mind, occupied by the task at hand, would simply check out, leaving his stomach to do the thinking.
Today's work was one such project. Wendy had asked him to make a prop for their next experimental film, some sort of horrific mass of viscera. Dave, a lifelong fan of practical effects and old science fiction movies, loved nothing more than such tasks. He'd been working on it all afternoon, and snacking all the while. He hadn't been keeping track, of course, but the spider on the ceiling might have been able to tell you that he had two bags of chips, several Tastykakes, a cold chicken leg, going on four bottles of soda, a large blueberry muffin, half a leftover Big Mac, a bowl of ramen, six Pop-Tarts, and several cold slices of pizza churning away in his skinny belly. All of that in the span of a few hours was a bit much even for Dave, and had he not been occupied, he might've realized he was full several snacks ago. When his mind was distracted, however, even Dave was capable of going overboard.
If it weren't for his pants, Dave might've gone on snacking until he popped, and the prop guts would no longer be necessary. Fortunately for him, the button on his jeans popped first. Looking down, he was surprised to see that his distended belly had forced the button open. He hadn't even noticed the waist of his pants getting tighter, nor had he noticed the pressure building in his overstuffed stomach. Now, however, his mind had finally been pulled away from his work, and he was agonizingly aware of how tightly stretched his stomach was. He sat down on the couch, feeling a little disoriented. He couldn't even remember what he'd eaten to make himself so full.
"Jeez," he groaned, rubbing his face. His glasses tumbled off as he did, and he set them on the table. His belly, so bloated that his ratty old paint-stained shirt had begun to ride up, bubbled and gurgled softly with each breath, straining to digest the onslaught of junk food he'd stuffed into it. He leaned back, dropping his head against the couch cushion, and rested his hands on his belly. It was unbelievably tight. He tried to suck it in and found that he couldn't. With a queasy sigh, he laid down and closed his eyes. There was no way he could get back to work in the state he was in; his stomach ached horribly, and now that he was aware of it, he could hardly move. A nap, he hoped, might give him some time to digest. Stomach gurgling away, he lay still until he managed to drift out of consciousness.
Dave woke with a deep sense of unease. He didn't feel any less stuffed. In fact, he felt more bloated than ever. Groggily, he started to sit up, but froze propped up on his elbows as he felt a strange movement inside his belly. Slowly, his eyes dropped down to his stomach. He felt the movement again, stronger this time, and he would swear he could see his belly shift. His breath caught in his throat. With a nervous gulp, he lifted a trembling hand to his stomach. Something inside kicked hard. He tore his hand away with a sharp gasp as though he'd touched a hot stove. All of a sudden, whatever was inside him began thrashing, and he could feel slimy tentacles writhing against the strained walls of his stomach as the creature began to grow, pushing out against his stretching skin--
Dave jolted awake with a terrified yelp as Carrie gave him a gentle shake. He looked up at her, gasping to catch his breath. She raised her eyebrows, surprised.
"Christ, Dave, that must've been some nightmare," she said, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "You alright?"
"Yeah," he said shakily. He sat up, still trembling.
"Looks like you've been raiding the fridge again," she remarked, eyeing his bulging belly. His stomach was still bloated, but the pain had faded into a dull queasiness, and the unbearable tightness had eased up a little. He shrugged, smiling sheepishly. Carrie chuckled and handed him his glasses.
"When'd you get here?"
"Couple minutes ago. I was gonna let you sleep and just fuck around with all your stuff while you weren't looking, but you seemed pretty distressed."
"Yeah," he admitted. "Thanks." Realizing his pants were still unbuttoned, he attempted to pull them back together, but to no avail. Carrie laughed.
"Jeez, Dave." She patted his belly, shaking her head in amusement. "I will never understand how a skinny guy like you can eat so much. You look about ready to blow." Dave shrugged.
"I was hungry."
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Beta needed! 🥺
Got one! Thanks for all the reblogs!
I'm looking for someone to beta read a Good Omens longfic. It's over 110k words and still unfinished, it's mpreg (well, m-shaped-being-preg), it's Explicit, and it's Ineffable Husbands post-S2.
I've been writing for A While, and SPAG isn't a significant problem area for me. What I need help with is making sure the ineffables and co. are IC, wrangling plot and subplots and some OCs, working in a bit more humor, and maybe leveling up my writing style a bit. Ideally, I'm looking for someone who will very gently, kindly, and lovingly rip my writing apart and then help me put it back together again, but I'm flexible...except about the gentle/kind/etc. bit. Like all writers, I am but a delicate flower, lmao.
Some more details under the cut:
Rough Summary: In an attempt to postpone the-end-of-everything-for-realsies-this-time, Aziraphale gets Heaven on board with the idea of the Second Coming starting out with a baby who's born and grows up on Earth instead of the whole Instant Judgment, Just Add Jesus Thing. Thinking that there's no way in Heaven anyone will ever agree, he also volunteers to be the one who carries and raises the child...which has exactly the result all of us in Fanficland expect.
He goes back to Earth because pregnancy sucks, Crowley's protective instincts kick in as soon as he finds out, various things happen, some demons want to jumpstart the next war, etc. etc.
Content notes: Male-presenting angel pregnancy with some semi-forced pregnancy elements, detailed pregnancy symptoms and grossness and the like, an ftm human OC who was previously pregnant, brief mentions of transphobia, panic attacks, Aziraphale grappling with his loss of faith in Heaven and God, discussion of abortion, acts of violence against a pregnant angel (he's fine, kid's fine), threats of taking the kid away and giving them up for adoption (he gets to keep them—I'm a happy ending kind of person)
Anyone interested? 🥺 I know this is a biiiiiig ask, but I'd really appreciate some help. Thank you! 💖
(Reblogs also appreciated 💖)
#good omens#aziraphale x crowley#aziraphale#crowley#ineffable husbands#reblogs appreciated too!#beta needed#beta request#beta reader needed#aziracrow#azicrow#crowley x aziraphale#mpreg
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Hello!!!!!!!!
I thought it would be a good idea to combine commission info with an intro post and stuff one tummy with two cakes, so to speak. :D
This is my belly kink blog, welcome :3 you can call me Sneap, she/her, 21, I’m in a committed relationship with my boyfriend. I’m still figuring out this account, but I mainly post art about stuffing or pregnancy, or anything that gives someone a big belly, and sometimes little blurbs, ideas, or experiences I have that are related to the aforementioned kinks. Occasional NSFW.
To be more specific, I like:
Belly stuffing
Inflation
Pregnancy
Intox
Generally I prefer my subjects within realistic proportions! It’s more immersive I guess.
Under certain circumstances I like:
Breeding
Vore
Force feeding
Pet play
Weight gain
I’m not really into:
Hyper-preg
Extreme wg
Hunger
Scat
Emeto
Yeah pretty much just the belly is my main focus! I enjoy chatting with others, but rp is not something I’m interested in.
Commission info!!!
I’m fairly new to taking commissions, so this section is subject to change as I learn. I have a ko-fi which I will link in my bio, and otherwise for payment I will give my PayPal or Venmo via DM. I think how this will work is: I will open commissions, people will hopefully DM me, I will take 1-3 comms depending on complexity, close comms publicly, payment will occur, I will give a sketch within a week and the finished product within two weeks! This timeline can also vary depending on what’s going on in my life 😅
What I will draw:
Original characters
Fanart
Portraits of commissioner
Furry art
NSFW
I will not draw:
Minors obv
Irl people besides commissioner (celebrities etc)
Idk like creepy shit
I do also reserve the right to refuse a commission.
Price sheet woohoo!
Also subject to change. May also add watercolor as an option in the future, maybe replacing markers since colors are often inaccurate… ANYWAYS! :3 glad to have you here!
#belly expansion#belly k!nk#big stomach#cute belly#full belly#round tummy#swollen belly#sexy belly#stuffed full#stuffed stomach
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Scenario: rapid preg growth, then you stay full term for the rest of the pregnancy
HATE | No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | F*CK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |
getting all the growing done immediately then getting to spend the whole ten months at full term, no more growth spurts, and feeling all the movements immediately? that is such a perfect fantasy since you by pass all the nausea and anticipation in waiting for the fetal movements or having a big bump.
i would be covered in stretch marks. my chest would be puffy and nearly twice its original size with all the pregnancy hormones quickly forcing my body to go through such a rapid pregnancy. my skin is also stretched thin too so the movements are very visible since i haven't had the ten months of preparations to gain weight. i've got all the time in the world to get myself plush and squishy though but i better start working on that soon!
send hot scenarios 💕
#;ask and ye shall receive#tmpreg#nonbinary preg#rapid preg#;this is so good#;you have the best asks#97thsilentium
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Ask can you recommend some obikin fanfics?
For sure! I’m relatively very new to the fandom, but here are some of my fav Obikin fanfics so far:
NB- my preference leans heavily towards omegaverse & mpreg, so be warned if that’s not your jam 🤙🏼 Also see full tag lists per work on Ao3 link for squick/TW, etc.
Conceal Me Verse / by @himboskywalker
Conceal Me What I Am (Omegaverse AU | 18 chapters | Complete)
Brilliant, brilliant AU set during the Clone Wars where Obi-Wan is a high-flying (beta) Senator and Anakin is a popular (alpha) Jedi Knight. To help resolve growing suspicion towards the Jedi, the Chancellor proposes an arranged and very public marriage between a member of the senate and a Jedi. Obi-Wan and Anakin are of course chosen, being shiny and popular on the holonet (albeit fairly incompatible otherwise). Little do they know the Chancellor is purposefully setting them up for disaster as he knows the big secret - Obi-Wan is in fact an alpha! Anticipating the marriage will end in violence and subsequently destroy the Jedi’s standing in the Republic, what the Chancellor doesn’t know is that Anakin is also harbouring a secret designation: omega. 🤯
This work is STUNNING. It’s a slow burn in the best possible way; packed with feels, politics, so many beloved clone wars characters, omegaverse, humour, smut, whump, *costumes*, and so much more. It’s literally a novel. Like, it’s the actual full thing. Huge fav!
Let me be that I am (Omegaverse AU | 2 chapters | Continuing (hopefully!)
Set 1 year after the events of Conceal Me What I Am, this follow up gives a glimpse into Obi-Wan and Anakin’s lives now that their secrets are out & they are living as a mated pair in earnest. *Spoiler alert* Anakin unexpectedly gets preg - which immediately makes it my favourite type of fic. Plus the writing and details and smut are just as sublime as the first instalment in the series, so it’s really just the pinnacle for me. I really, REALLY hope there are more chapters in the future because this is the 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓉 🥲
For Pleasure series / by @himboskywalker
Clone Wars era | 2 works | Continuing (I think)
During a mission to infiltrate a slaver’s ring, Obi-Wan, acting as slaver, is forced to demonstrate how well Anakin, acting as slave, can take punishment. Unexpectedly, Anakin is able to take it very, very well indeed 👀💦
A very sexy lil series that gets added to approx. once a year. It’s non omegaverse/preg related (which makes it very off-brand for me oh la la) but just so bloody well written that I think anyone would enjoy regardless of their ~preferences. Literally, it focuses on spanking/public humiliation kink, which is not something I’ve ever really considered or been interested in per se, but I was SO on board with it during this fic. As always, hats off to the writer (particularly for work #2, you had me!).
Oh, Where Do We Begin? / by ZenyZootSuit (Ao3)
Clone Wars era | 21 chapters | Continuing
There’s so much included in this one (as you can tell by the chapter count!) and it’s all so brilliantly done. Set in an AU where Anakin is living with bipolar disorder and Obi-Wan battles with alcoholism, key events from the prequels and Clone Wars canon are incorporated throughout this odyssey (e.g., Attack of the Clones, Rako Hardeen arch, etc). This writer *loves* angst and drama, plus a healthy serve of whump, so be warned there are death scenes, tears, relapses, and battle injuries - but there is also lots of humour, feels, and truly impressive smut ❤️🔥 It’s not omegaverse but it does incorporate mpreg (which obvs is a huge tick for me) as well as a very dramatic birth. All the fav characters are in there too, Padmé, Ahsoka, Rex, the 501st, the 212nd... Big recommend!
what’s mine is your is ours / by @tennessoui
Omegaverse canon-divergence | 2 chapters | Complete
The council calls in Obi-Wan to breaks some very unexpected news: Anakin is with child, and it’s his! But wait, it can’t be - they weren’t...? Ah, we love a force-willed pregnancy moment to spur on a relationship ❤️
This is a relatively short, very sublime gift fic that is *chef’s kiss* 3 Michelin star omegaverse smut 😙👌 I’m aware people have diff preferences when it comes to omegaverse ~anatomy, and this one does a great job of touching on everything a little bit without leaning too heavily on any specific trope.
Sidebar, if you’re not already following Tennessoui on tumblr (and keeping an eye on their Ao3), firstly shame on you! But secondly, do yourself a favour; read through their backlog too, they’re constantly creating and updating fics, responding to prompts and engaging with AUs. It’s fabulous and lots of fun! They also do commissions (an opportunity which I may or may not have jumped at 🤫)
#Obikin#fanfic recommendations#omegaverse#mpreg#omega!anakin#squick tag: a/b/o#canon divergence#replies#obikin fanfiction#I'm aware these are all super popular already#but as I said I am ~learning~#also any writers I've tagged#apologies if this isn't custom & I should have asked first!#I still don't really understand tumblr sorry#plz let me know if you'd prefer not to be tagged/have your work linked in this way!#ao3#alpha!obiwan
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