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cherrygenshin · 11 months

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Obey Me! Rut HC's - pt.2

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT. Minors DNI. Again, no special warnings, just breeding.

GN reader.

Satan

His rut is average, lasting up to a week.

He's not too big on nest building, he finds it gets too stuffy in his room with too many items in it (let's be real, it's really cause it won't fit due to all his damn books)

Actually remains kinda the same? Just touchier?

Won't let you leave his room once you enter, if you do leave he won't let you back in, no matter how desperate he gets.

Snaps VERY quickly, but will try his best to keep his cool around you. He's just so worked up, he can't handle the pressure.

In post nut clarity he will be very smoochy to you, thanking you for putting up with him and giving you the best food he can find.

He's not great at regulating his emotions at the best of times, but now instead of 'ANGRY ANGRY ANGRY' his mind is full of 'BREED BREED BREED'.

Enjoys bending you over so he can pound in to you and groan lewdly in your ear.

PLEASE scratch him up, your marks on him means he's fucking you just right, he wants to see them.

Asmodeous

Longest rut out of everyone, tbh he kinda always wants to breed and be bred so it's not that different for him.

He will seek you out the moment he feels it coming. He normally has demons lining up around the block for a chance with him, but he'll choose you over anyone else. Of course, if you're down to enjoy his rut with more people, then he's down for that too.

Prefers being bred over breeding, I HC that he's got both a juicy cunt AND a nice dick. He uses both, but definitely prefers getting his pussy filled.

You think Levi was loud? Try Asmo. He LOVES the sound of his voice, and he knows you love it too. He will moan the house down.

He's ridiculously sensitive and very bratty, will try and push you further in to him/push himself further in to you, he's very needy.

Unlike his brothers, he's actually not very clingy during his rut, and enjoys his personal space, like taking nice long baths before the next wave of horniness overcomes him.

Overall he's very casual about the whole thing. You wanna breed him? Okay. You want him to breed you? Easy done. As long as someone gets to enjoy him, he's happy.

Beelzebub

Another vote for average rut length, lasts about a week.

Enjoys making a lil nest for you and him to spend the week in, takes pride in his nest building abilities.

OKAY so, Beel wants a family. Idc what anyone says, he's a family man through and through.

Being that he wants a family, his rut hits him very hard. His desire to breed completely overwhelms him, he becomes the most animalistic out of all his brothers.

Also, BIG DICK = LOTS OF CUM

He will FOLD you like a deck chair, just to shove his cock as far into you as he possibly can.

Grunts and groans, will also grip you tight enough to leave bruises, he just loves u so much he wants to be as close to you as possible

"Gonna cum in you darling", "gonna make you a parent", "Fuck- you're gonna be so hot carrying my child."

Will literally carry you to impale u on his dick if you get too tired, he is not stopping until you're pregnant.

Belphegor

Lucky ass bitch has the shortest rut, lasting only two or so days.

Probably will sleep through it ngl wet dream city

If he happens to be awake, he won't ask for help directly, he'll just expect it.

He kinda already has a nest in the attic, won't really add much more to it. He'd rather preserve energy to be able to fuck you properly.

Another for 'I don't really want kids but damn nutting in u is kinda nice'

Gets more whiny during his rut, when he's close he'll let out the most angelic soft moans and whines you've ever heard.

Although he isn't super energetic on the best of days, being in his rut really saps all his energy. He's got a cycle of fuck, sleep, fuck, sleep.

Unfortunately you will have to feed him as he really does put his all in to fucking you, he doesn't even have the energy to feed himself afterwards.

Big on show, don't tell. He won't tell you how much he loves you (he's getting better at expressing his emotions, but he's getting better!) But the way he holds you close as he sleeps says more than words ever will.

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me nightbringer #obey me satan #satan smut #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus smut #obey me beel smut #beelzebub smut #belphegor avatar of sloth #belphegor smut

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tiredcreatur3 · 1 year

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guard nanami x secretary reader purr

“you should stop coming inside me..” you let out softly as you bounced on the male’s cock, soft moans and sighs leaving you two, the blonde having his head leaned back, eyes closed as his hands rested on your hips. “hate having to keep spare panties in my purse.” you huffed to him as you rolled your hips, the male barely seeming like he was paying attention to your words.

you two were currently in nanami’s office which consisted of a chair, a desk and few monitors with cctv footage to watch for most of the day before going to guard the entry or the inside and all, it really depended on the day. and of course, being closed off in a lil boot like this, it does get a bit lonely.

so you coming in just to “check in because your boss told you to” or “grab something” was very refreshing and even though you were a mouthy lil bitch to him, there was nothing that a good quickie wouldn’t fix for the both of you.

obviously, even though the two of you were awfully good and quiet at what you were doing, there were still prolly few co workers that must’ve sensed that something was going on between you two, not like either of you cared.

“hm?” he let out, opening his eyes as he stared at you, tits bouncing as your bra was carefully snug under them, cupping one breast and caressing it with his huge palm.

“maybe you should stop letting me cum inside you..” he whispered, keeping eye contact with you as you rolled your eyes, annoyed. “not the smartest move. what if i got you pregnant, y/n?” he teased you, voice stone cold as you huffed, having the urge to slap the shit outta him as oh, he annoyed the fuck out of you but you really loved his dick and he could be nice sometimes.

“shut up..” you muttered, going back to riding the blonde, angling your hips just right to have you two gasping softly, quiet little squelches leaving your pussy, resting your forehead on his shoulder, hearing his shaky breaths that he was trying to hide, both of his hands sliding up your back to wrap them around you, holding you close for a second which you noticed before few times but never said anything because damn, it felt nice.

you pulled away soon, looking at him with that lil something in your eyes and oh, he immediately knew, knew you need just a little push, the smallest one, to cream all over his dick which you so desperately needed.

and of course, he knew what you meant right away, his thumb quickly finding its way to your puffy little clit, rubbing slow lil circles which was all you needed as you sank down on his cock, only rolling your hips tiredly, whole expression melting as you came hard and nice, this being the only time you weren’t bickering with him, knowing what a sweetheart you could be afterwards.

and now the male was conflicted, your sweetness dripping down his balls and painfully hard dick which was snug inside your warm needy cunt. where else was he supposed to cum if not there?

you wanted to cum at least one more time before your break ends and of course, have the male cum inside you as always. you loved complaining and teasing him but it was never really true in the first place.

“that’s my girl..” he sighed, head falling back on the headrest of the chair, letting you grind your hips all you wanted, he had all the time in the day, you didn’t unfortunately because soon you’d have to go up few floors into your bosses office like the good secretary you are.

you leaned in to kiss him, any other times you’d tell him to fuck off or something but god, now all you two seemed to wanna do was just make out and fuck each other’s brains until there was nothing left.

“c-cum inside me..” you whimpered out against the male’s lips, pulling away to look at him, all shaky and fucked out as you rolled your hips against nanami’s.

he looked quite surprised, you’ve never asked for it specifically like that so he was caught off guard to be honest but did he mind? absolutely fucking not.

“that’s what my good little girl wants? hm? to get her womb filled up?” he whispered out, using such a gentle tone which only got you even the more fucked out, trembling as you fucked yourself on his cock, nodding your head dumbly.

“p-please.. i w-want your baby.” you said shakily and oh, that definitely stirred something inside him, holding your cute soft waist and moving you up and down nice and fast like his obedient doll, soon cumming deep inside you.

he definitely had a thing for breeding and all, he loved having the feeling of impregnating someone with his seed. someone having his babies, taking care of them, being a good mother to them.

you lifted your hips up slowly, shaking as you looked at him with soft eyes, carefully sinking down on his cock, hands resting on his chest, holding the uniform tightly as you just needed more.

“oh, it wasn’t enough huh?” he chuckled, founding you quite pathetic in this state but he had to admit you were adorable when you weren’t a bickering bitch and rather a cock hungry fucked out whore.

you just stared at him, tiredly bouncing on his cock as you couldn’t even think about anything else but the pleasure from his cock.

“i-it hurts..” you whimpered out, half lidded tired eyes watching him.

“what hurts, little one?” he asked you softly and you took his big hand, placing it between your pussy and your lower tummy.

“h-hurts so much, help m-me please.” you begged quietly, needed the male’s touch badly, even just his hand resting on your lower stomach helped you come closer to coming, head slightly falling back as you closed your eyes, grinding your hips into his cock.

he had to admit, you were adorable all fucked out and dumb like that, begging for him to even just touch you. it was cute really.

“does it hurt here too, sweetheart?” he asked you softly, feeding into your little game as his thumb found its way to your clit, stroking the sensitive wet nub and he could tell how that helped you a ton, moaning needily as you nodded your head, shaking, nipples all hard and perky as your bra tucked underneath them held them up so nicely.

“shh.. come here.” he whispered, slowly pulling you into his arms, still stroking at your clit while his free hand stayed wrapped around you, letting you use his cock all you wanted.

“i-i’m gonna-“ you try to let out but the rest of the sentence gets stuck in your throat as you cum hard on his cock for the second time, trembling as you bury your head in his shoulder, not even knowing what to do with yourself anymore.

you slumped against him, letting him use your pussy, whining into his shoulder as your eyes rolled back, just so fucking sensitive.

and safe to say that you spent the rest of your break in the male’s office, sitting on his cock and warming him along with his cum, letting him rub at your back as you cuddled him all fucked out, being grateful internally when it was time for you to go and he cleaned you off gently, grabbing some wet wipes and gently wiping away his cum, placing a small kiss to your pussy.

#nanami smut #jjk nanami #nanami kento #nanami kento smut

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141trash · 4 months

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rating: sfw (brief mentions of sex, but no graphic anything)

Captain John Price x Reader

AN: Somehow this ended up with very little actual Price in it, but I have plans and he will be more prominent. I just have word vomit rn and needed to get everything down

imagine having a one time fling with Price after your husband leaves you for another one because you just can't seem to get pregnant and he wants a family.

It was a good romp, he was a bit gruff, but was super sweet afterwards with the aftercare. he even stayed to buy you breakfast the next morning. Months later you've been focused on yourself, getting your life together and learning what it means to move on.

Only you've been feeling rather ill the last couple days. And then you remember you're late. Which isn't entirely unusual, sometimes you miss a period when you're stressed and the last couple months finding your feet have been stressful. Still you go to the doctors and its there you remember your night with Price, definitely can't remember if he used a condom or not, and you know you hadn't been on birth control since previously you'd been trying for a baby.

Oops you're pregnant.

The timeline fits that it's his and not your now ex-husband's and part of you is instantly hugely relieved about that.

You leave the doctor's office in a bit of a daze. It doesn't sink in until you're stumbling your way into the cafe you own/manage and you promptly dissolve into a fit of tears in the backroom, much to your teeny bopper part timer's utter horror.

Pregnant. You're fucking pregnant. You're elated, over the moon because you had always wanted kids. (yeah adoption's a thing, but in some places its really hard to adopt if you're single and you weren't ready for another relationship after the last trainwreck). You're also fucking terrified because holy shit you have no plan. Nothing is ready. You live in a tiny flat in the city with one bedroom because why would you need more than that?

Your friend appears in the back room as your mind is going a million miles a minute, turns out your part timer had panicked and called her. You breakdown again in her arms and tell her the news. She reminds you that you're not alone even though you're not in a relationship and that you will have all the support that you need.

With her help you start to prepare for the baby. Things move quickly, you're so busy getting things ready, searching for a larger flat, buying things, filling your head with every single bit of parenting knowledge you can get your head on. All your regular customers say that you're glowing, they've never seen you happier.

You've recorded every little thing since finding out you were pregnant. kept print outs of every scan. More than once you find yourself staring out the window, guiltily wondering about whether or not Price would have wanted to know. Not that you have any way of contacting him. You knew he was military, from the dog tags he'd had hanging around his neck, but not much more.

The first time you feel the baby kicking is when you're in the middle of a shift. Its the slow time of day so you're cleaning up the tables when you gasp suddenly. The girl behind the counter is by your side in an instant, babbling questions making sure you're okay. She's sweet and like your friend has been beside you since you found out.

"I'm fine Cally. The baby kicked." you announce, beaming brightly. She squeals and begs to be allowed to feel next time the baby kicks. Before you can do more the bell above the door dings and you both automatically turn, your customer service smiles back on. Only.

"John?" Your mouth drops open in surprise. Standing there looking oddly sheepish is the man you hadn't thought you'd ever see again. The man whose baby was currently kicking as if demanding your attention.

His eyes sweep over you appreciatively, though when he sees your obvious pregnancy he freezes. The shock of seeing him makes your legs weak. Cally lets out a panicked yelp when you knees buckle, but he's already darting forward, catching your arms gently and helping you to a seat.

"Careful there sweetheart." he says and god does that warm your chest. You remember the last time you heard him say that, it had been when you'd bumped into him in the bar.

"What are you doing here?" you ask breathlessly as Cally scurries off to get you a drink and he glances at you for permission before pulling a chair up next to you.

"Remembered you talking about your dream of opening a café. When i got back to town I spotted the name nd wondered if it was just a coincidence." he tells you, but you can see his eyes keep drifting towards your stomach. He's obviously trying to figure out if its his. But it takes a moment for you to respond because you can't believe that he remembered that. It'd been an offhanded comment you'd made while the two of you had been enjoying late night takeout before going at it another round.

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts you put a hand over his, biting your lip, "Listen. I. I don't want you to feel obligated or anything. I would have told you sooner only I didn't have any way to contact you."

"It's mine." he says for you. You nod, cursing inwardly when tears start to sting your eyes.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself.

"Like I said. I'm doing fine. I don't expect anything from you. I've got a plan. I'm looking for bigger flats."

He stares at you in silence, expression unreadable. You worry for a minute about what he's going to say. You've been prone to overthinking everything since becoming pregnant and now suddenly having the father of your child reappearing in your life. It's a lot.

John squeezes your hand gently halting the panic as you look back up at him.

"I would very much like to be able to meet the kid when they get here. If you'd let me." he tells you hesitantly, "Being in the Military I don't know how often I'd be able to be around, but if you let me I'd like to be in their life."

All of your emotions flood you like a tidal wave at his confession. You burst into tears, letting him pull you into a firm, but careful hug.

"Yes. Of course. I just didn't want you to feel like I was pressuring you. You have every right to know them too." You promise tearfully, smiling at him as he thumbs the tears from your cheeks.

He insists on exchanging numbers so he can contact you and in case you need anything. He won't always be able to answer, but he promises to do his best. Then he bashfully asks if you'll tell him about what's happened so far. Shyly you tell him you've written the entire experience and kept the scans.

He eventually leaves you to get back to work, but the copy of the ultrasound photos you kept in your wallet is tucked into his jacket pocket and he promised to meet you at your flat for dinner and to collect your pregnancy journal so he can catch up on everything.

#this ended up being way longer than i meant it to be #i have so many random ideas for this because damn i love me a price as a daddy fic #if i write more do you want it because if not i'll keep it to myself lol #cod x reader #john price x you #captain price x reader #price x reader #sah rambles

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theflowerrooms · 1 year

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dad spencer headcannons PLEASE

THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVED DOING THIS SO MUCH

Lowkey wanna write more dad!spencer

Spencer was always loving and caring, always doting on you. But since you’d gotten pregnant, he’s done nothing but take excellent care of you, doing everything in his power to make sure you’re not overexerting yourself, and making sure you’re comfortable and healthy.

Spencer started off having pre-parental panic for the first three months of your pregnancy. He read countless amounts of books on parenting and pregnancy, he knew everything from what you should eat to what what you should watch on tv in order to have the happiest, healthiest pregnancy.

Picking the name was a hassle, you would constantly blank, not thinking of a single name you liked, and Spencer would suggest names like Mildred, Earl, or something from a different language that, while it would have a beautiful meaning, you struggled to pronounce.

When you found out you were having a boy, you both eventually decided to name the baby after people you cared about, and when he was born, he was given the name Jason David Reid. It was beyond important to Spencer that you’d named him after Gideon.

Your birth wasn’t nearly as hard as your pregnancy, and all of it was worth it when your baby was cleaned up and in your arms.

It felt even more worth it when they placed him in Spencer’s, seeing a father hold his son for the first time. You’d seen Spencer cry, a few times. But you’d never seen him cry like this, tears of love and enchantment, tears for you, tears for your baby, and tears for your family.

Spencer was the only one in the room during your birth, at your request. It wasn’t until afterward that they let people in, and of course, the team who’d been waiting at the hospital for six hours crowded into the room, washing their hands at Spencer’s request.

You both cried again, watching your baby be passed around between these people that you loved like family. Penelope had been crying since a nurse informed her that your baby boy had been born healthy and happy. Jj cried the first time she saw him, Emily cried the second he was in her arms. Rossi sobbed when he heard his name for the first time.

Your first night home from the hospital was hard. The baby slept so good, he hardly cried, he was such a happy baby. But you and Spencer were so nervous. He’d read every book and website he could get his hands on, spoken to so many seasoned parents and paediatricians. But still you both were nervous.

That quickly faded, and you got used to having a new baby. You’d gotten used to waking up to change or feed him, gotten used to the weight of a baby in your arms.

He wasn’t a big baby, still very healthy and happy, just a little guy. And he already looked like Spencer, button nose and a full head of hair, just a shade darker than his father’s.

The baby went through a series of nicknames. Because Jason’s a lovely name, just not a baby name, and David felt worse. You went from calling him Jay, to JJ, which was confusing, to JD, which is what stuck. Baby JD, JD Reid.

JD was happy and content almost all the time, but what calmed him down fastest was the sound of Spencer’s voice. So Spencer would spend hours talking to JD, explaining the history of Hallows Eve, or telling him about different types of plants.

When JD was around 10 months, he said his first word which was bird. He loved birds, his mobile had handmade birds sewn by Penelope, his wallpaper had little blue birds just below the trim, He saw them a lot outside in the yard. Spencer cried the first time he said it, from how cute it was, from the fact that Gideon loved birds before he passed.

As JD grew, he proved himself to be very intelligent, which Spencer took great pride in. He was speaking full sentences before he turned two, he could identify many different types of dinosaurs, which became his new obsession after birds.

Spencer would read to him often, the first book being ‘Goodnight Moon’, the second being ‘The Narrative of John Smith.” JD was able to remember nearly all of the words to the books that Spencer would read to him, but he struggled to read and he was diagnosed with Dyslexia when he was almost 5.

Being a dad and husband is the most important thing to Spencer. He happily spends less time working and more time with JD and you.

Neither you nor Spencer had cried so much until you became parents, he’d cry over how cute you looked holding JD in your arms as he slept, he’d cry over how sweet JD’s voice was as he told him he loved him, He’d cry watching JD and Hank play pirates together. And he broke down in tears of love when JD ran to hug him when he got home, wearing a shirt that read “big brother”

#dad!spencer #dad!spencer reid #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #headcannons #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid headcanon

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macherkissed · 10 months

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Hey, could you please write Morticia Addams x reader pregnant x Gomez Addams. I know you've already written one story like that, but I mean more about their behavior after the reader have left the waters (sorry for my probably terrible English)

No worries about the English, you didn't do too bad at all. I hope you don't mind that it's in a headcanon format, like the other one.

How Gomez and Morticia react to you going into labour

Notes/Warnings; AFAB!Reader, pregnancy, labour, pain and slight mentions of the grossness of childbirth

You probably react very differently to Morticia when you start getting contractions

Where she was stoic and matter-of-fact, even enjoying the pain, you’re a lot more reactive

You’re sat with Pubert on your lap, watching Wednesday and Pugsley’s presentation of sorts about historical burial techniques, when the twinges and jolts you’ve felt all day finally become a noticeable contraction

Even then, you don’t fully react above a gasp and exhale of pain, thinking it’s just another twinge of late pregnancy, until the next one about ten minutes later. You cry out, interrupting Pugsley in the middle of a faux-disembowling, and the children all look at you in shock until you say “The Baby’s coming.”

Thing gets the others together while the children help you down the many stairs, where Tish, Gomez, Fester, Grandmama, and Lurch are all waiting. The ready bag has been sat for almost a month now, but the final little bits have already been added and put into the car.

Lurch actually comes up and carries you the rest of the way down the stairs and is set to take you out to the car until you tell him that you’re fine, you can walk to the car. He places you down gently only for your hand to be instantly taken by Gomez with his arm around your waist.

Gomez and Tish are the only ones to come with you, Lurch driving, with everyone else coming along afterwards to see the newest addition to the family.

You have a hand in yours on either side as the contractions get worse, and they guide you into the hospital while coaching you through each contraction

You’re not quite ready to give birth just yet, so the two of them wait with you in the room. They want it to be over for you as quickly and painlessly as possible, so they’ll both encourage you to walk about as much as you can (probably joining Gomez in his pacing)

Morticia goes through breathing exercises when the contractions get too much, and they’ll each go through birthing positions with you to help ease the pain and encourage the baby to come quicker

When, finally, the nurse says that you’re ready, they’re both allowed to come in with you. Gomez wants to know every detail of what you’re feeling, and though Tish won’t ask outright, she’s just as fascinated as him about your pained reactions

Gomez will hold your hand and shower you in compliments that, even in your pain, you can’t think to yell at him for. Morticia will be petting your head, speaking carefully and soothingly.

You have no idea how long the labour lasts, you don’t care much about that, but you know that at some point the pain subsides and you hear a cry that makes Gomez’ face brighten and your heart lift.

The baby is placed on your chest, face all scrunched up and gummy mouth open in a cry, still covered in goop and blood. They soon quiet down at the feeling of your skin and their eyes open a little. Their first sight is of you, sweaty and gross and flushed, and Gomez and Tish, all smiling at them in pure love.

Afterwards, when the baby is cleaned up, you have a moment with your lovers and the newest member of the family. Gomez is the first, after you, to hold them and does so with proud tears in his eyes. He kisses the small bundle on the head before passing them to Morticia, and then he comes over to hug you and kiss you as Morticia tells you how proud of you they both are, how amazing you are, how beautiful you are and always will be to them.

You stay overnight for observation, for both you and the newborn, and Morticia stays with you while Gomez goes home to make sure everything is ready for the baby. She sleeps in the bed with you and wakes with you when the baby starts fussing, helping you with anything you’re not sure about.

When you get home, the rest of the family is awkwardly gathered in the living room, waiting to be introduced to the newest member of the family.

First to see the baby are their siblings. Wednesday looks over them with her usual stoicism and introduces herself, while Pugsley has a grin on his round face when the baby tries to put his finger in their mouth before Morticia guides his hand away. Pubert is fascinated, being only a small child himself, and is actually a little cautious to touch them until Gomez encourages hm and he giggles at the way they grab his finger so tightly.

Grandmama has brought them a small bear she made, their first toy, and Fester coos at them but doesn’t touch them in case he gives them a shock. Lurch is stoic and still until the baby grabs one of his fingers and burbles, when he smiles a little and hums.

The baby is enthralled by Thing but doesn’t flinch when he scuttles up into the bed. Wide eyes and mouth open, the baby reaches over and grabs his middle finger, and Thing shakes their hand which makes them babble again.

You're glad that the baby feels comfortable with the attention, since there is bound to be a party for the newborn in the coming months, just as there was with your pregnancy announcement.

#morticia addams x reader #gomez addams x reader #gomez x morticia x reader #horror x reader #horror imagines #fanfiction #anon request #afab reader #addams family #pregnancy tw #Tokophobia tw #tw blood #blood tw #tw pregnancy #request ask #also if my progression coach sees this; Hi I regret showing you an insight into my psyche

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sixth-light · 1 year

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(tws ahead: discussion of food, diets and diet culture, eating disorders, calorie counts, and fatphobia in the context of pregnancy)

Truly one of the most bizarre things about being pregnant has been the official advice around food. Food and eating is difficult enough already when you're pregnant - there's excellent scientific evidence that it's advisable to moderate your caffeine intake and avoid alcohol, and an entire laundry list of stuff you're supposed to avoid for food safety/food poisoning risk reasons. (I am a nerd and I read the last scientific review of the linked advice from the NZ Ministry of Health, so I can say with confidence it's also pretty well supported.) Personally, I am largely indifferent to going without alcohol, but after half a year or so my brie cravings are getting pretty intense. That's going to be even tougher for people with food restriction issues. And then there's the potential nutrient deficiencies that come when a baby is sucking up all your available iron, calcium, etcetera.

But on top of all this...a couple of things are also true:

later pregnancy and breastfeeding require a higher calorie intake because you're, uh, feeding an entire baby with your body and those calories have to come from somewhere

healthy pregnancy also requires weight gain because of the aforementioned 'growing an entire person' thing

Western Anglophone society absolutely loses its goddamn mind at the thought of telling women (and other pregnant people, but they are clearly not thinking that far) that it's okay for them to eat more than normal, let alone gain weight

So there's reams and reams of official advice which has like one line saying "maybe don't diet when you're pregnant" quickly followed by "but it's OK! you can diet afterwards! you'll lose lots of weight when you breastfeed!" and then like. eight paragraphs on how while technically, they suppose you need some extra calories during some of your pregnancy, it is DEEPLY IMPORTANT that those calories only come from the most healthy and boring possible foods, because otherwise you might gain too much weight which is the worst possible thing that could happen. Try carrot sticks! Fat-free yoghurt! Dry toast! I have literally seen advice suggesting the extra calories you need can be gained from a "small snack". Maybe an apple. (Most of the estimates I've seen about extra calorie needs in later pregnancy are in the range of 3-400 extra calories a day. That apple would have to be the size of your head.) This is all followed up with dire warnings about gestational diabetes, which is lurking in the wings waiting for any pregnant person who dares use it as justification for eating that extra biscuit. There is clearly a really deep-seated belief at play that if you give them - us - an excuse to eat more we will gorge ourselves on, IDK, chips and ice cream, because the only thing holding us back from obesity is the constant reminder that gaining weight is BAD and that eating too much food is BAD (even though the reality is that weight gain and higher caloric needs are part of a healthy pregnancy). This reality has to be held at arms' length and hemmed in with restrictions and cautions lest all hell break loose. You are very literally advised to calculate your BMI, weigh yourself regularly, and have a target weight gain - i.e. implicitly to restrict your food intake if your weight gain is higher - which I'm sure is just chill and fabulous for people with a history or present of eating disorders.

(The cherry on top of this is that it's normal for pregnant people to have suppressed appetites in late pregnancy despite needing more food because, again, there is an entire baby in there squashing their organs. Add in all those foods that you can't eat, and it can actually be somewhat challenging to eat enough.)

The bit that haunts me is that we know that caloric restriction during pregnancy makes children more likely to have higher weights later on, and you know who is most targeted with this diet-but-don't-diet-but-actually-kinda-do rhetoric? Fat people, who are advised to gain at absolute most about the weight of a healthy full-term baby + amniotic fluid/placenta/etc - and that it's fine if they gain much less weight than that, barely more than the weight of a healthy baby, which would actually equate to total weight loss. During pregnancy. It feels like there could be a lot of self-fulfilling prophecy going on here vis a vis fat parents having fat kids. which is now sometimes characterised as a form of child abuse. FUN.

Anyway, I am sure I'm not the only person to have made these observations (and if you know good writing on this topic I'd love to be linked to it, because I'm way too chicken to try Googling) but man. As I said at the start: the level at which fatphobia and diet culture are institutionalised during pregnancy, to the detriment of actual health, is wild.

(For my money, sane advice would be 'healthy eating advice is the same during pregnancy as it is other times except for the specific foods you should avoid because of increased food poisoning risk, and you need to eat a bit more in later pregnancy. The end.')

#fwiw my midwife has never even asked to weigh me #and she only asks about food in the context of 'are you having any digestive issues' and monitoring of things like iron and B vitamins #so that's cool and good but oh boy #I wish I didn't feel grateful this was the case

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gabessquishytum · 2 months

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Dream has loved hob for a long time, but hob is kind of a slut and isn’t looking for a long term relationship.

He’s very clear when he and Dream start hooking up that he isn’t looking to settle down or be exclusive, even though Dream knows hob wants a family one day. He’s just afraid of getting hurt after losing his fiancé, Eleanor.

But that’s okay. Dream would never break hob’s heart or leave him.

So Dream agrees to be fwb with hob. He hates that hob is still fucking other people but he consoles himself knowing that it’s only a matter of time.

Sure enough, one night they’re drunk enough that dream “forgets a condom,” and finally gets to fill hob up with his come. In the morning hob talks about getting a morning after pill but Dream laughs it off and assures hob one time won’t hurt. Hob is always so careful about condoms—it’ll be fine, Dream tells him.

(Hob doesn’t know dream’s been pricking the condoms anyway.)

Sure enough, when hob comes to dream a couple months later, teary and scared, dream already knows what he’ll say:

Hob is pregnant. He knows doesn’t know what to do, but he knows it’s Dream’s because he’s the only one hob has been with without protection.

Dream wraps him up in his arms and tells him not to worry about a thing. Dream will take care of everything. He wants a baby, and he couldn’t think of a better, more beautiful mother than hob. In fact, hob had better just move in, and let dream take care of him.

Hob does want the baby. Now that he has it, he can admit to himself he’s always wanted a family. And he feels so comforted by dream, who seems so calm and so ready for this, erasing all hob’s anxiety. Hob thanks his lucky stars that of all his hookups, dream is the one who got him pregnant. He couldn’t have asked for more of a gentleman…

Oh I am a slut for these two baby trapping each other, hehe. Honestly Dream is just doing Hob a favour here and showing him that it's okay to commit to a long-term relationship! They would have ended up having a baby further down the line anyway, so where's the harm in just hurrying the process along a bit? Hob is going to be such a good parent and the pregnancy is already making him glow!

Imagine Dream’s absolute joy as he watches Hob deleting all the contacts of his past hookups, deleting the dating apps, and even going so far as to announce that he and Dream are a couple on his social media! Dream is in heaven. He's already told all his siblings that Hob is finally his boyfriend and he can hardly keep the news of the pregnancy to himself, he's so excited. Luckily it quickly becomes rather obvious that Hob is indeed pregnant, so he doesn't have to keep the secret for long. He gets to dote on Hob 24/7 and touch his belly almost constantly as their baby grows big and strong. When Hob gets scared or has any kind of emotional outburst, Dream is so good at calming him down, talking to him gently, rubbing his sore back and promising him that everything will be fine. Hob doesn't have to lift a finger. Dream will take care of everything. And Hob is doing such a wonderful job, growing and supporting their baby. Dream has already bought him dozens of push presents - he really deserves it. The poor darling can't do out dancing or wear his cute slutty outfits anymore, but Dream has provided him with a whole new wardrobe which is making up for the loss.

Not to mention that Dream keeps him very well fucked. He hasn't even thought of straying away or returning to his slutty ways. Dream is managing to cater to his hormonal body and everything that it wants, plus he always makes sure that Hob has snacks afterwards... maybe this really is going to work out.

Well, if Hob isn't convinced after baby 1, Dream can always give him another...

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw mpreg #cw manipulation

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Odd socks | Neteyam’s twin

There is now a full fic available to read. If you’re interested, here is the link to the masterlist.

Reader as Neteyam’s twin sister.

I was showering when I had this idea come in my head, followed by many others about how this twin would fit in with the story. Not proofread!!

When Neytiri was first pregnant with you both, she had obviously began to show her baby bump quicker since there was the two of you inside her. As months went by, she and her mother began to wonder why her stomach was so big when there was only meant to be one child in there. It was only when Mo’at felt Neytiri’s stomach and felt 2 pairs of feet kick.

It was very rare among the Navi for twins to be born. In the few cases were twins where born, either one child was born weaker and passes away or the mother passes away herself. This worried everyone. For the remainder of her pregnancy, she would pray to Ewya, pray for both of her babies to be born healthy and let her live to see them grow. At night, Jake would come and lay down with her, they both would talk about who the two babies would take after, the challenges they would face in parenthood with two babies at once.

However, they soon discovered that Grace’s avatar was also pregnant, how it was possible was a mystery but both Jake and Neytiri agreed to adopt her child. They already had 2 on the way, another one couldn’t hurt. (I believe kiri is slightly younger than Neteyam right? pls tell me if I am wrong-)

Once Neytiri had given birth, Mo’at was the first to realise that you had 3 fingers on your left hand and 4 on your right. While you brother only had 3 fingers on both of his hands. When both you and Neteyam were put side by side, nobody could tell you both apart had it not been for your right hand with 4 fingers. Jake gave you the nickname ‘odd socks’ for it, you would laugh with him whenever he would call you that until you were old enough to know what ‘odd socks’ were.

Raising three babies at once was difficult at times. Especially after the three of you learn’t how to crawl. You in particular had to always had to be under supervision as you had developed a tendency to crawl away a lot. You would take any chance you could get to run away. Jake found it amusing to see you dash away on all fours as fast as your tiny hands and feet could take you. Of course, you never actually got very far before you would be picked up by either your father or mother. You would coo at them with a tiny frown on your face afterwards.

“I’m sorry but you’re not old enough to go off on your own yet odd socks.” Your father would say to you as he carries you back to your mother and siblings. Once put down again on the floor to play with your sister and brother you would try to crawl away again. “Do I have to tie you up or something?” Jake would joke.

You began to walk first out of you, Neteyam and Kiri. It happened when Jake and Neytiri went out hunting together one day and your grandmother was taking care of the three of you. She had managed to keep you three seated still by telling you all small simple stories but you soon lost interest in her story as you heard something fall behind you. You turned around and saw a wooden carving of a navi man, a toy you and your siblings play with. You were about to crawl away but you heard your grandmother call out to you.

Turning back around you waited for some chance for when you could crawl away. You got that chance when Mo’at turned around to get something she wanted to show you three. You giggled to yourself as you began to quickly crawl away. Neteyam watched you crawl away and smiled as he also joined you in escaping and Kiri followed him.

The wooden doll kept rolling and you kept crawling after it. The doll the rolled down some stairs. You remember how adults would go down the stairs on their 2 feet and then tried to do the same. Using the wall beside you as support you tried to stand up. Each time you would fall down, both Kiri and Neteyam would giggle. Mo’at soon found the three of you and saw you standing up. She clapped and laughed, cheering you on.

Jake and Neytiri had arrived back home after another successful hunt, the two of them made their way to Mo’at’s place to get the three of you back. Once they did find the four of you, Neytiri gasped as you walked towards them, sure you were quite wobbly and fell down once while on your way but both her and Jake were so happy.

Once the three of you could walk and run, there was no stopping the three of you. Neytiri got pregnant again, this time with lo’ak. This meant that most of the time it was Jake trying to catch the three of you running away. You were quick on your little feet, eager to experience the world and put anything that looks interesting into your mouth.

The first time you three saw lo’ak, he was sleeping soundly in your mothers arms. You three looked at him in awe of how tiny he was. Which all newborns tend to be. Neteyam slowly reached out to hold lo’ak’s hand, you watched his hand take the tiny baby’s fist in his palm. “Tiny”, you told your dad who chuckled and nodded while ruffling your hair, “You were once that tiny too, though you really aren’t much bigger than him anyway.”

There were times when you and Neteyam would pretend to be each other, You would undo your braids and try to messily recreate each other’s hair style. You both would walk up to your parents and hide your hands behind your back since you had an extra finger and they could easily tell you apart by just looking at your hands. However, you mother always managed to know who was who and then would tell you off for making your hair so messy. You’re dad on the other hand would pretend not to know just to amuse you both because he remembered how when him and his twin brother would do the same when they were younger.

While growing up, out of the four children Jake and Neytiri have, you had grown to be the social butterfly. You were friends with practically all of the the children in the clan. You were even friends with some of the children that were older than you by a few years. Neteyam was a but more reserved than you but he still was open to being friends with anyone that approached him. Kiri was only friends with others who kept to themselves like she did, she had not taken a liking to those who were very loud. Lo’ak would stick with either you or Neteyam and hang out with whoever you were with at the time. Neither you or Neteyam mind whether Lo’ak hung out with you or not but he did soon find a friend for himself.

It was the four of you, and after just a few years it was five. Tuktirey, your youngest sister or Tuk as your family mostly call her. As she grew, your parents noticed how much she acted like you, lively and bouncy, eager to see everything. There would be times when you and Neteyam would take Tuk out exploring in the forest, though you three never really went too far from home, to her it seemed as if you guys were miles away.

You liked it when you could take your siblings out to the forest with Neteyam, it was fun. All of you would challenge each other to see who could climb the highest, it always came down to you and Neteyam and it varied each time who would win out of the two of you. Sometimes it would be races and little Tuk would get frustrated being last each time so you and your siblings would purposely slow down so she could win one time. Other times, you would find places to sit down and talk about how your father came from a star and the battles him and your mother fought.

Soon you and Neteyam had to choose an Ikran. Neteyam went first, he had made it seem so easy as he managed to make the bond with his Ikran rather quickly. However, as you were watching him, you noticed another Ikran behind his, one that looked identical to his. Just by looking at how similar the patters and colours were, you wondered if that Ikran would choose you. You had made eye contact with the other Ikran and it opened its mouth to let out a screech at you. “Quick, looks like that once chose you.” Your father whispered to you, he was only standing right behind you, gently pushing you forward to win that Ikran over. “ Go get her odd socks.” You gave him a quick ‘really dad?’ look for the nickname but walked up to the ikran.

Now you were much closer to the Ikran, up close you could see just how identical the Ikran was to Neteyam’s, only difference being that it’s colours were ever so slightly darker. You struggles a bit longer than Neteyam did but you were soon able to make the bond. You could feel the adrenaline run through your veins as you told your Ikran to fly. Naturally, it flew straight down, you panicked and quickly told your Ikran to fly back up. As you flew back up you could hear your parents cheering you and your brother on. Once your Ikran levelled out, you caught up to Neteyam and the two of you flew together for a bit before being joined by Kiri who also got her Ikran a couple minutes later. Soon, Lo’ak and your parents caught up to you three and your whole family flew together back home.

While growing up, you guys were often visited by Spider, a human boy who was left here since he was too small to go back. He would play with you guys as kids but once you grew up, you weren’t as close since you didn’t really get the time to spend much time playing, as did Neteyam. This meant that your younger siblings got closer to Spider much more than you and your twin brother did. This only was because both you and Neteyam were the Olo’eyktan’s eldest children, it could be either one of you that become the next clan leader. Not only that, but your father was Toruk Makto. This meant that the two of you had much more to live up to.

However, just to escape all the responsibilities, sometimes you would go flying on your ikran on the rare day off, often joined by your twin brother. The two of you would go flying and fly for a few hours, always being back home before eclipse. There was this one time lo’ak joined you two and the three of you tried showing off all the cool tricks you could do with your ikran while flying, your younger brother nearly fell off trying to do a flip. Once you and Neteyam made sure he was safe, you both couldn’t help but laugh. Lo’ak felt embarrassed but a small smile was ghosting his face as he heard the two of you laugh, he knew you both were stressed the past few days and was happy to hear you both enjoy yourselves. Even though he often acts like a headache, he does care about his older brother and sister.

Though both you and Tuk were similar it often led to small arguments where you get told off in the end because you were significantly older than her. For example, Tuk looked up to Neteyam a lot while growing up and saw him as another father figure. This meant that if she could she would spend time with him whenever. This included stealing him away when he was spending time with his other siblings. “Tuk I know he is your favourite but you can’t steal him whenever you want you know.” You rolled your eyes.

“Yes I can! Come on Neteyam!” She tugged on his arm.

“No you can’t” You held onto his other arm, the two of you had been pretty busy the last two days and you had decided on going out to fly. You already were pretty annoyed to start with and Tuk was just fuelling your annoyance right now.

“Guys, how about you don’t pull my arms off-”

“I am his little sister, he has to come with me.” Tuk argued with you.

“I was his sister before you were!” You argued back.

Unfortunately, even though Neteyam promised to spend time with her later, Tuk threatened to tell your mother that you were leaving her out You were even more annoyed and Neteyam did give you an apologetic smile before he was dragged away by your little sister. You sighed to yourself and went off to go do whatever Lo’ak and his friends were doing. (Tuk did apologise later though, Neteyam probably talked her into doing it.)

You remember this one time you found a particularly pretty rock when heading back home from training one day. You thought that you could turn it into a necklace. So then for the next few days, just before you are meant to go to sleep you would dedicate some of your time to work on that necklace. You added some coloured beads to it too. Once you had finished it you held it up in your hands to admire it. The sunlight shined through the opaque rock and let out a orange pool of light to spill out from it. “That looks beautiful. Did you make that?” You heard your sister speak behind you. You turn around to look at Kiri. You smile and nod. She sits down besides you, getting a closer look at the necklace you made. You smile and go to put the necklace on her. “Here, I want to see how it would look on you.” You tell her. She smiles back at you and watches you put the necklace around her neck. It shines around her neck. “You look pretty.” You compliment her. She smiles again and thanks you for it, moving her hands up to remove it and give it back to you. You stop her and tell her that she can keep it. You don’t wear necklaces anyway. She thanks you again. giving you a tight hug before going to continue on with her day. You always saw her wearing the necklace and never saw her without it. You would smile each time you saw it around her neck.

Like you when you were younger, Tuk would often disappear while exploring on her own. This meant you and your siblings would have create a little search party amongst yourselves to quickly find her before your parents find out and give you an earful of how irresponsible you are. One time you found her looking at a baby ikran from afar. You put a hand on her shoulder and she looked up at you. “When can I get my own ikran?” She asked you. “When you are ready and being ready doesn’t mean disappearing whenever you feel like it.” You gently scold her. She gives you a sheepish grin and looks back at the baby ikran wobble over to its mother who busies herself eating. “Come on, lets go back and tomorrow I’ll take you flying on my ikran.” She gasps in excitement and the two of you go back home, talking about the future and how she will beat you at flying with her future ikran.

While Neteyam and Lo’ak would go with your parents with the war party as spotters, you would go with a group of hunters who would hunt food for the whole clan. Though you weren’t with your siblings or parents while hunting, you had plenty of friends so you never felt lonely. In fact, you quite liked hunting and your aim with the arrow got far better each time, being able to hit your target from much father distances and even with a few objects in the way, you still managed to hit your prey. You ever learnt a few new tricks with your ikran. Over time, you became one of the best hunters among your age of Navi. There was something about flying in with your ikran, pulling out your bow and arrow to hit your target, watching your arrow hit your prey fight where it kills them that makes you start to breath a little harder. You get an adrenaline rush each time but you always wanted more. You wanted an actual fight. Though you never told anyone this, you did try to convince your father to allow you to join your brothers as spotters. He agreed and the first time you joined them you gave in to lo’ak’s idea of joining the fight while Neteyam would roll his eyes at the two of you. You and lo’ak got told off by Jake later that day. Since that day, you were only allowed to join your brothers as spotters if absolutely necessary.

Over dinner, you would talk with your siblings about your day, Neteyam and Lo’ak going over what they saw at spotters, you talking about how hunting went and what new hunting tack ticks you discovered, Kiri complaining how your grandmother wouldn’t listen to her when she kept saying how one type of medicine is much better than the current one they use and Tuk would talk about how she found a baby bird in the forest.

You liked how everything was. Each day was exciting, there was always so much to do. You prayed to Ewya that everything would stay the same. Though there was that uncertainty in the future about who would take over your father, you or Neteyam and you were sure that when the time comes, it won’t be so easy to decide but that is for the future you to worry about. Right now, you decided to enjoy what you have.

It was often your two brothers that would come back wounded from being spotters, even though they aren’t meant to actually be involved in the fighting but there were times when the hunt would be particularly rough, causing you to injure yourself. Whenever this would happen you would walk over to wherever Kiri happened to be, which was usually by your family tent. She would patch you up while teasingly scolding you. Sometimes Neteyam or Lo’ak would be there with you and she would actually scold them. You would lightly laugh at the sight, joining Kiri in telling your brothers off. “Hey, you’re injured too. Kiri why don’t you tell her off for a change.” Lo’ak would complain. You would stick your tongue out at him, telling him that you aren’t in here for medical attention as much as he is. You do worry about your brothers coming back hurt more than you but at the end of the day, you can’t do much since you aren’t always there with them. You are told to go hunting while they go to other places where violence is always a threat.

(Jake doesn’t let you go bc he knows you’d be worse than Lo’ak when it comes to resisting the urge to join the fight. So he makes you go hunting instead. Though those one off times where you do join them, he has to keep an eye out for you and Lo’ak and Neteyam, the poor boy, has twice the amount of idiots to look out for.)

(Also if Jake ever wants to talk to you through the throat microphone he would say your code name is ‘odd socks’)

(You roll your eyes each time he says that.)

(I’m gonna have to make a pt.2)

(bye bye)

You can read pt.2 here

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lakewillowmerewraith · 1 month

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The Illyrian Breeding Program - Update

Chapter 5 - Aftermath

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She could be pregnant even now.

Elain blanched at the possibility. She put her hand over her flat-as-ever stomach, wondering if even now, new life sparked within her. Doomed from the very beginning.

Surely it wouldn’t be that easy. Surely it would take more than one measly morning of…trying. It was notoriously difficult for Fae to conceive – Feyre had told her so. That’s why it was such a shock and joy when Feyre and Rhysand accomplished it so quickly. Perhaps her sister’s fecundity didn’t bode well for her – perhaps some vitality or strength of Made blood allowed them – she and her sisters – to procreate more effectively.

For a very brief moment, Elain wondered if she could possibly get her hands on contraception. She’d heard of brews being used to prevent undesired pregnancy. But as soon as the idea occurred to her, she dismissed it as pure lunacy. Not only were prophylactics highly regulated within the Night Court, but there wasn’t a single healer within a thousand miles who would give her such a thing at all or without reporting it to the High Lord directly afterwards.

No, she could only hope that Azriel’s seed would not find purchase in her womb so quickly. That the Mother would afford her some semblance of time to figure out a solution to this hopeless situation. Because if not…

Despair washed over Elain, as she recalled what the High Lord had told her that fateful afternoon.

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#elriel #pro elriel #elain archeron #elriel fanfiction #elriel fanfic

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quitealotofsodapop · 1 month

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The idea that Nez Ha's primary reason for tracking Wukong down in s3 in Slow Boiled was because Wukong was pregnant for like... 1300 years is amazing. Wrlang does find out the details about the pregnancy later... after Yubei is born and they all are collectively carted off to Lao Tzu's lab for both Yubei's first check up and a very, very overdue one for Wukong since the never even let anyone except for Guanyin even check the baby before and, well, stone monkey pregnancies are high risk, Yubei's especially so since she was so overdue and Wukong had been through so much stress throughout pretty much her entire development with only the short 500 years he had been isolated or a few short years with the Pilgrims after the Journey as a potential exception.

sequel to.

Potientially world-ending fire being reforged can wait a minute, Nezha needs to know if Wukong put himself and his baby in such danger all those years ago!

Wukong: "So... are you still mad at me for the Map-?" Nezha, nearly on-fire with anger/worry: "Of course I am! But the fact that you handled the Samadhi Fire while with child and didn't seek out help afterwards worries me far more than your reasoning for reforging it!" Rest of the Gang: "Aww." Nezha: *angry little kid face* >:(

And Nezha gets tied up with the gang's shenanigans for the rest of S3, especially since Wukong is possessed by LBD, and Red Son and Mei need guidance on their fire abilities.

I'm loving the idea of Erlang, who's had a clue that Wukong has been pregnant for so many years, only to find out cus Wukong and Yuebei went to Lao Tzu for a post-natal check-up. He's just chilling in Heaven, doing military drills, senses Wukong is in the Realm and sees-

Erlang: "Baby!" Celestial Soldiers: "Huh!?" "Where!?"

Erlang quickly zooms over to finally give Wukong that congratulations card XD

Baby Yuebei gets startled by the sudden appearance of a tall man with a dog and gets so scared that *ZAP!*.

Erlang: *hair smoking from Yuebei's lazer eyes hitting him square in the face. Completely speechless* Wukong, quietly panicking: "Oh... oh you know how I was as a newborn. I shot lazers at your uncle too." Macaque, delighted smile: "Good aim on her though." *pets Yuebei's head* Yuebei: *rubs eyes tiredly*

The Heavenly General ain't even mad. The little lady is super dang cute, and according to her parents; ate the bone demon that was causing trouble on earth a while ago. Someone like that would be valuable to have as an ally to Heaven.

MK and Macaque are also still super protective of Wukong right now - so Erlang quickly gets hissed/glared out the room by the Monkey King's family.

Erlang wonders if he should tell the rest of Wukong's old allies about the little one's arrival?

#slow boiled stone egg au #lmk aus #stone egg talk #pregnancy tw #lmk nezha #sun wukong #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk erlang

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Dragon Goddess Mother 2

Tesla

-As soon as you told Nikola that you were pregnant, his mind broke, for at least an hour, he couldn’t comprehend what you had said, pointing at your belly with wide eyes.

-His shock was amusing but as soon as he was able to form words again, he was elated, sweeping you into his arms, twirling you around with such glee that you couldn’t help but smile.

-He was with you every step of the way through your pregnancy, which started out rough, your morning sickness had been brutal, but once past that, besides not being able to stand up on your own, it was smooth sailing.

-You were both stunned that you had twin boys, they both had your golden colored eyes but they looked exactly like Nikola, which made you pout for a few hours afterwards, which Nikola couldn’t do anything about, finding your anger amusing.

-They grew into spitting images of their father and Nikola was overjoyed to teach them both about anything and everything he could and the soaked it up like sponges.

-By the age of five, you had three geniuses running around your home.

-The twins learned that they could get away with a lot since they looked so similar, getting double treats from the servants or their father, but the one person they couldn’t fool was you.

-You were the only one that could ever tell them apart, something they couldn’t understand, which lead to them observing you like two little hawks.

-Your boys were in awe when you changed into your dragon form when Kand came, demanding you back, and you very quickly put him in his place, amazing your boys that you were so powerful.

-When you had to attend a meeting with your parents with the other constellations, your boys saw that as an excuse to get up to some mischief, causing their father to panic as he couldn’t find them, tearing the whole house apart looking for his boys.

-Nikola sighed, hands on his hips before he spoke out loudly, “I didn’t want to do this boys, but you leave me no choice! I must call your mother to ask for her help to find you two!”

-He turned and grinned, seeing his sons holding hands, right in front of him, beaming up at him.

-He grabbed them both, one under each arm and took them to the kitchen for some snacks, and after a bit of begging, told them stories about you, before the two of you were married, in exchange for not calling you, which made him laugh.

Poseidon

-The sense of pride that filled him when you told him that you were pregnant with twins made him immediately go to Hades, who later sent you pictures of Poseidon on the ground, covering his face while kicking his feet, absolutely elated. You did not tell him of these photos, keeping them hidden safely away.

-You had gained popularity all around Valhalla during your pregnancy, you looked so radiant, even when Poseidon had to walk with you, as your belly was so heavy you were unbalanced, you were stunning.

-You had mild morning sickness and your cravings weren’t too crazy, except when you woke up at two in the morning in tears wanting watermelon.

-Hades became admired as well, being by your side the whole time, even if he had you in his office or on his throne with him while he worked, he was never far from you as he trusted nobody, except maybe Hades, with your safety.

-He was insanely jealous during your pregnancy, like a starving dog guarding his bone, he hated it when others got close to you, unless if it was your family or Hades, whom you both agreed to name as the godfather.

-Your twins looked exactly like their father, even down to his stoic face, except their eyes were like yours, bright and golden, a perfect blend.

-Your children grew up with so much love, if your sons wanted to spend time with their father, they were sitting on his lap on his throne with him as he oversaw his court, if they wanted to play, he would abandon his paperwork for them and always read to them at night.

-Your sons developed odd personalities as they grew older, and you soon found out why, Zeus was constantly coming around, encouraging them to get up to mischief, but the crossing line was when he accidentally taught them the word ‘fuck’ and they came to you to ask you what it meant.

-Your boys learned that day that, when angry, you were way scarier than their papa, something they told Poseidon and he had to agree.

-Poseidon sent you off to take a break, to go and see your mother, after several days of hard work around his kingdom, which you appreciated, pecking each of your boys on the cheek before heading off.

-As soon as you were gone, your boys were gone, running through the palace which made Poseidon roll his eyes before he went after them, finding them in the kitchen raiding it for snacks.

-After corralling them, holding them both under his arms like sacks of potatoes, he returned to his office with them, dropping them on the couch with their snacks which they tore into.

-When you returned you were nearly ran down by your twins who hugged you, speaking in unison, “‘Mama! We want a baby!’”

-You froze, looking at them before you smiled softly, taking their hands and they pulled you towards yours and Poseidon’s bedroom, “What brought all this on?”

-They beamed as you walked in and Poseidon had a sheepish look on his face before he spoke, “I showed them photos of when you were pregnant, and I had to explain that they were in your belly. Now they want to see it for themselves.”

-You giggled softly before you tapped your twins on the nose, “A baby takes many months to grow my loves, perhaps we shall see how soon we can get you a younger sibling.”

-Your twins cheered and you herded them to their room, putting them to bed before you returned to Poseidon, who had cleaned up your shared bed of the photos.

-You leaned on the doorway, a small smile on your lips, “I’m not opposed to it, my love, are you up for another child?”

-His eyes were starry glints when his head snapped to you and you couldn’t help but grin, approaching the bed to get started.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror tesla

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untitled-writer-013 · 1 year

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U WRITE FOR ALT GABRIEL T_T !!! anything please im begging! maybe like idk hugging him or trying to fistbump him idk pls on my knees j need that creature

Alt Gabriel x Fem!Reader (General HCs)

warning(s): fluff, mentions of violence, protective Gabriel.

Gabriel would be enamored by (Y/n). Any human he met, he felt nothing but hatred and disdain towards them. But with her, it was completely different. She was compassionate, selfless, and completely genuine. Meeting humans like her was rare, since most longed for fame or wealth, but she only treasured companionship, there was nothing more valuable to her than that.

Gabriel would do his best to show that he returned her feelings tenfold. From reminding her how much he loved her, to scooping her under his wing so he could hold her close, he’ll do anything to get close to his darling.

Gabriel would melt if his darling played with his hair. He will (beg) ask his darling to do more stuff with his hair, like washing it or braiding it, possibly even brushing it out. He would become very frustrated if something interrupted his darling brushing his hair, and would quickly get rid of the disturbance before insisting she continue.

If Gabriel found out his darling was scared of something, whatever it was would disappear soon afterwards. He didn’t want his darling to be afraid of anything (but him).

Gabriel would treat his darling as if she were made of glass, worried that he would hurt her if he wasn’t careful. Now, if she were to ever become pregnant? He would become extremely protective, forbidding any alternates from approaching her and viciously murdering any that disobeyed him. His darling would ultimately be giving birth to the antichrist, so he would be very watchful of her and his unborn child.

All in all, Gabriel would act angelic towards his darling, and demonic towards anyone that he deemed as a threat. He would never allow her to see his face when angry, not wanting to scare her or possibly affect her sanity. If any other humans tried to court (Y/n), they’d soon end up missing.

~fin~

author’s note: i hope you enjoyed these general headcanons, because i enjoyed writing them! Gabriel will always protect his darling, and nothing is going to stop him. should i make a pregnancy fic with Gabriel? please let me know! <33

#alt gabriel #alt gabriel x reader #sus gabriel #sus gabriel x reader #alternate gabriel #tmc gabriel #tmc gabriel x reader #alternate gabriel x reader #original writing #taking requests

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fluffychubbydragon · 2 months

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Dust backstory! :O

Alrighty! Just a note, the nicknames that all of the sans Aus go by are changed to different names or I've used their fandom nicknames for this particular Au/story. That being said:Dustan (Dust, though this version of him does go by this name as a nickname still, I know, really lazy of me) and Manoja (Dust's Papyrus, fandom usually just calls him Phantom)

Dustan was born and raised in a coastal town. It was right before his 5th birthday that his father died of unknown reasons (at least to him as no one ever told him the truth) leaving Dustan's mother pregnant and to raise him by herself. It wasn't long afterwards that Manoja was born at the price of their mother's life, leaving Dustan to try and take care of the both of them.

They had no home and often stole what they could to try to survive. Dustan also found that taverns often didn't care or didn't notice when kids would walk in and take shelter, finding places to hide in so the owners wouldn't find them in which they would sleep at night, sometimes multiple nights.

Everything was going just about as well as it could with two children living on the streets by themselves for years until something happened in town one night when Dustan was 18 (and Manoja was barely 13)...

There were sounds from outside the tavern and a blaring sense of wrongness that settled in Dustan's bones that bolted him awake, his eyelight quickly adapted to his surroundings as they had done many a times before. His gaze swiftly went to where Manoja was sleeping before he had nodded of himself, only to find the spot vacant.Where was he? Where was his baby brother!?

He panicked searching around the tavern to find him only to find the boy by the window looking out. A sense of relief flooded over the young skeleton as he still ran over to his brother to pull him away from public gaze. Being seen was never a good thing and Dustan learned that early on, yet when he actually reached the window with his brother he saw what had grasped his attention:

Fires, sounds of screaming as citizens fled, and soldiers that Dustan didn't recognize. Not only were they not covered in traditional metal armor, but most were rather bulky in structure. Most held axes as weapons, yet those were not the only blades they carried. It was then that Dustan recognized what must be happening...

Their coastal town was being invaded by mercenaries from the Southern continent, and for the second time in his life, (the first after his mother died and his brother born) he didn't know what to do. These were hired soldiers of another kind of warfare than what he was used to. If they tried to escape, it could very well kill the both of them. Yet, if they stayed put or tried to hide, they would be found and killed. The only chance he might have to at least save his brother was to fight, but even Dustan was afraid to die. Not for the fear of death, but for the fear of leaving his baby brother alone in the world to fend for himself... But it was still better to protect what he held most dear to him than to both die in vain.

"Hide Manoja. Stay out of sight, don't dare peek out of hiding. Not even if something happens to me. I'll protect you, but know I love you my brother. Go." He remembers telling his brother as the door starts to bend under the pressure of someone ramming into it. He remembers creating two long sharp bones to defend himself and his brother, but everything else happened so fast: The big mercenaries barging through the door, him fighting the mercenaries, screaming as other mercenaries run upstairs to the rooms, ones who were able to get behind him and knock the wind out of him, pinning him to the ground with their foot on his back, threatening to break through his ribcage from the weight...

...and then everything started to slow considerably as he heard his little brother's screams. He tried to get up to fight, to protect his brother, to do ANYTHING! The tall one that held his foot over him leaned down and pulled him up by his non existent throat, the fist so tight around his cervix that the bones groaned and started to lightly splinter on the outside. But Dustan was DETERMINED to keep his only family alive, so with what strength he had, he stabbed sharp bones into the hand holding him, effectively dropping him to the floor. He ran and stumbled, summoning more sharp bones to stab the one who was crushing Manoja, yet by the time that Dustan actually got to killing the mercenary, his brother had started to dust... Manoja turned to ash in his brother's arms as magic tinted tears ran down both their cheeks, one of them for the very last time.

Dustan doesn't remember much after that, but he does remember thick lines of scorched earth and crateres that spanned through the entire town and the tickling feeling that he might have enjoyed a sickening event that he doesn't remember.

And so Dustan was left entirely alone in a scorched and torn town by the sea with no one but "his brother" to keep him company. Later he would travel to other places with a cloak over his head, shadow coving his face, encountering people he would later consider family. The family he could never have as a child.

#original character #oc #kinda #dust sans #dust #dust sans au #Dust Papyrus au #Boi he died #undertale oc #Is it really consider an OC if it's an au of another?#let me know #'cause I don't actually know #Ormrverse

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bitchin-beskar · 1 year

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So do you have any headcamons for coming to the clan nd joining either pregnant or with a child and Paz immediately getting super protective over you?

whew

do i have headcanons

u bet ur ass i do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i have hcs for both and im in a good mood bc it's sinday so u get both!

coming to the clan and joining while pregnant

so i'm thinking if you're coming to the clan to join while pregnant, the one who got you pregnant is not in the picture

ofc, this could be for a few reasons, im leaning towards your partner being dead, but they could've run off and abandoned you too

but whatever way it happens, you're alone and pregnant, with little to no way to defend yourself

your village is attacked by pirates, and the nearby mandalorian covert comes over to help

the pirates had made it obvious they were looking for people to sell to slavers, and a pregnant woman sells pretty damn well, unfortunately

one of the surviving village members decides that this means it's your fault, so you're exiled

the mandalorians who'd stuck around to help are not happy to hear this, especially the large one in blue armor with heavy artillery

he immediately declares that you'll come with them, and will be welcome in their clan for as long as you require

stunned by the generosity, and with nowhere else to go, you accept

they're very kind, for all that you've heard about mandalorians as barbaric warriors, and their medic makes sure to give you a full checkup, and even gives you your very first ultrasound

your assimilation into the clan goes smoothly, but you can't help but notice your very big, very unsubtle blue shadow that follows you around and gets you anything and everything you need

it's weeks before you even learn his name, and even that's an accident, when the clan bounty hunter comes back and remarks that Paz seems very attached to you

you blink in confusion, especially when the bounty hunter-beroya, you remember from the mando'a lessons, literally facepalms to the amusement of his tiny gremlin kid

the beroya marches over to your shadow, Paz you know now, and they have a quick and heated discussion in mando'a far too fast for you to understand

but it was clearly about you, because afterwards, Paz becomes more than your shadow

he converses with you, eats with you, keeps you company, and even-at your request-attends your prenatal checkups with you

it's nice to have a friend, but you very quickly realize that what you're beginning to feel for your mandalorian shadow isn't friendship

especially not when you're in your bed late at night, horny as hell, and unable to really do anything about it with your stomach in the way

or when he sits close to you, his hand on your lower back for support, his low voice soothing and enticing in equal measures

or when you see him spar with other members of his clan, shirtless and sweaty, a huge mass of muscle, strong and vicious in ways that make you want

one night you're in your bed, nearly crying with frustration because you're so damn horny but you can't do a fucking thing about it

you're trying so hard to resist but you just can't anymore

so you fit one of your pillows between your legs, rocking back and forth to try and relieve the empty feeling inside you and to quell the fires burning in your belly

and in a moment of weakness, you call out Paz's name, lost in your fantasies

lo and behold, guess who happens to be walking by?? the man himself

he's worried you're hurt, so he comes inside, only to realize that you're definitely not injured

in literally any other instance you'd be embarrassed

but you've been sexually frustrated for months and the man of your literal dreams is standing in front of you

you snap that he can either come and help you or he can leave, but if he doesn't do something you might actually scream

he snaps out of his shock and decides there are worse things than getting to worship your body like he's been dreaming about

in the aftermath of your... ahem, activities, laying in bed with Paz, he whispers a confession that he wants more than just the occasional fuck

you're looking at him, hoping and praying he's saying what you think he's saying

he tells you that he thinks he might be in love with you, and if you'll permit him, he'll marry you and bring you into his clan, and if you wish it, he'll say the gai bal manda to your child, but even if you don't, he'll still love them and ensure they're raised to want for nothing

you kiss him, because you don't have the words to explain just how much you want that too, and you'll take anything and everything he offers you

coming to the clan and joining with a child

so, in this hc, i'm vibing with the idea that your ex was abusive in some manner, and so fearing for your lives, you flee him with your child

except the problem is he's rich, and he hates the idea that you escaped him, because in his mind you belong to him, so he hires Din to "retrieve his property"

Din takes the job, and upon realizing that "property" means you and your kid, he immediately abandons the job (bc he's got a kid of his own now and like hell is he gonna make the same mistake twice) and brings you to the covert

they're all equally furious as Din, to your surprise

Paz (who i've just decided is the Mand'alor in this hc) takes Din aside and tells him to go "take care" of your ex quietly

and then he immediately assigns himself as your protector

now, coming from an abusive relationship, you're v skittish around men, and even though your ex wasn't particularly large or physically intimidating, he still hurt you so the back of your mind is saying that Paz has the potential to be far more dangerous even if you haven't seen any examples of that

so you're very much shy around him and often v scared and skittish

it makes Paz so sad to see but he understands, and keeps his distance while also making sure to do whatever he can to make you feel safe

now your kid on the other hand

they're old enough, i'm thinking 8-10?

they're used to being afraid of dear old dad and also feeling hopeless about not being able to protect their momma

so being brought into a covert of warriors who have zero issues training children from a young age to fight??

they're ecstatic!

because not only can they protect themselves, they can get strong enough to protect you too

and they see Paz as the head of the covert and the heavy artillery master, and they imprint like a baby duckling

they follow him around and try to mimic him in everything he does

the entire covert thinks it's adorable

Paz is worried at first that you'll be upset since you're so skittish around him

but you decide to see how it plays out, and honestly it's kind of a test, because you've often found the easiest way to see the measure of a person is how they treat kids

and Paz absolutely loves your little one

he's so good and patient with them, he takes their training seriously and often personally trains with them

your kiddo loves them too, and Paz helps them acclimate so damn well

which is why when you find your kiddo sobbing in your rooms one afternoon apologizing for being the reason that you'll have to leave the covert you're very concerned

after much prying you find out your baby accidentally called Paz the word for 'dad' in your language, and now thinks Paz is going to kick the two of you out

you don't know how to fix this, but you know you have to try, because Paz is the first good and positive male figure they've been able to latch on to in their life and you don't want them to lose this, and also you really don't want to leave either

so you go to find Paz, and you find him on his throne, clearly very lost in thought

he's shocked to see you seeking him out, but he begins to apologize, because while he didn't understand the word your kid said, he was worried he'd done something to hurt them, and you'd put your trust in him that he wouldn't so he's afraid you've come to yell at him

you cross your arms and very sternly inform him that your child has come to see Paz in a father figure role, and you need to know how he feels about this, because if he's going to reject your baby, you need to know so you can attempt to mitigate the heartbreak

Paz stares at you for a moment and asks what you'd do if he said he'd be honored if your kid thought of him as a father and that he would ask your permission to adopt your kid as well to help your baby understand that Paz isn't going anywhere and that he's wanted

you're moved, practically to tears, all the fight draining out of you

you never could've imagined your baby getting this, and all you wanna do is say yes, so you begin to nod and agree, so overwhelmed

which is when Paz stands from his throne and makes his way towards you, where he tells you that as much as he loves your kid, he'd also be interested in starting something with you, that he admires you so much, and you've raised your kid so well, and he would like nothing more than to begin courting you

you're struck dumb, but you're also flattered, and you can't deny that seeing how Paz acts with your child gives you hope for how he might treat you as a partner

so, you agree to a tentative courtship, which quickly blossoms into more

...

i might have gotten carried away, but I hope you enjoy these!! maybe I'll turn them into stories down the road!

#asks #sleepover!#lynn's sleepover #asked and answered #paz vizsla #paz vizsla x reader #headcanons #paz vizsla hcs

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emeritus-fuckers · 4 months

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psst.

hey death.

give me some of that sweet, sweet terzo mpreg, babygirl.

Talk dirty to me why don’t you? -Death

“An Unexpected Surprise” - Terzomega M!Preg

Admittedly, they should’ve seen this coming. Helping a ghoul such as Omega through heat came with a list of consequences. Such as the removal of Terzo’s ability to walk straight for a few weeks afterwards.

The upset stomach in the mornings, he credited to a bug for the first week. The second he just assumed he possibly ate something bad.

A month in and he finally admitted defeat, appearing in Omega’s office one afternoon. Nervously approaching the ghoul.

“Amore…could…I have a pregnancy test?”

There were very few times Terzo had seen Omega move that fast, mainly they involved him being in danger. But within seconds Omega had Terzo in his arms, looking at him with pure awe.

“You…you think you’re pregnant? With my kits?”

Terzo nodded slowly, squeaking in surprise once they were suddenly being carried bridal style away. More than a little confused.

“What about the-“

“I grabbed two. We’re doing this in our room.”

Omega left no room for argument. Nuzzling Terzo as he walked quickly to get back to their room. The satanic pope swallowing nervously when he was set down in the shared bathroom, tests placed in their hand delicately.

It felt like an eternity once he was back in the large ghoul’s arms, nervously fidgeting in place. Omega kissed their head softly.

“I can look first if that would help you love?”

He offered in a soft whisper, holding his cheek to get the mismatched eyes to look up at him. Terzo sniffling as he took the ghoul’s free hand. Squeezing tightly.

“Together…?”

Their voice was barely above a whisper. The quintessence ghoul nodding as the timer went off.

“Together.”

They both stood together, each one holding a test as Terzo took a steadying breath. Looking each other in the eye before flipping them over. The satanic pope falling into Omega’s arms as they started crying.

Two positives.

Terzo was pregnant.

Six months after confirming the pregnancy, Terzo was laying on the ultrasound bed. Having forced Omega to let another infirmary worker check in on the little girl steadily growing inside.

Chuckling as he saw Omega staring at the screen completely enamoured.

“If I had known you would be so excited to have a girl, I would’ve hidden the credit card.”

He teased softly, earning a playful nuzzle from the large ghoul. Omega smiling brightly as he stole a kiss.

“You probably wouldn’t have let my dick anywhere near you if you had known ghoul pregnancy lasts a year though.”

He mumbled softly, earning a whine from the anti pope at the reminder. Their face settled into a pout at the moment.

“It’s unfair! I have to wait six more months to meet my principessa…”

Omega could only chuckle again as he watched the screen with Terzo, the little girl moving around on the screen. The large ghoul kissing his mate’s hand with a hum.

“But it will be worth the wait…once she’s snuggled in your arms.”

Written by Death.

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