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Fandom: 9-1-1

Word count: 900

Pairing: Evan Buckley / Eddie Diaz

TW: semi graphic trans masc birth

Authors note: just had this idea itching in my head and decided to write it! Fic underneath the cut!

Evan Buckley had always wanted a family of his own, so when the pregnancy test came back positive that rainy afternoon, he was delighted.

Of course pregnancy hadn’t been easy by any means. He was put on strict desk duty throughout his pregnancy and finally went on parental leave at 38 weeks.

That was exactly 2 weeks and 3 days ago. In that time, he had made so many loaves of bread, he had decided to sell them locally to make some extra cash.

But today, he felt off. He had awoken much earlier than usual. At 6 am he was wide awake, glaring at a snoring Eddie.

Deciding to let Eddie sleep and not deal with Buck flopping around, he had made his way into the living room.

For about an hour he was content to just chill on the couch, idly catching up on messages and half listening to the news.

But what he assumed were braxton hicks seemed to be getting stronger and stronger with each one.

“Let’s call your auntie Hen-“ he mused lightly to his bump, running a hand over the swell as the baby gave a little kick,

“Hello?” Hen’s groggy voice came up as Buck slowly stood.

“Hey Hen uhh.. can I ask you something?” Buck asked, feeling a bit sheepish as he started to pace.

“Yeah sure. Are you okay? Is bean okay?” Hen asked, now more awake. Voice laced with concern.

“Uhh yeah, I’m just feeling a lot of.. cramps I guess- I’m not—“ Buck paused, a little caught off guard at the sudden vice grip in his low sitting middle. Fumbling to grab onto the mantle, trying to widen his stance.

Blinking rapidly, he watched as the crotch of his pants became wet.

“Oh.” He breathed out.

“Buck? Buck? What’s wrong?” Hen’s voice broke him out of his haze.

“I uh— I’ll call you back Hen, I gotta tell Eddie something-“ Buck explained.

“Tell me what?” Eddie’s drowsy voice sounded from the hallway as Buck hung up the call.

Buck turned to the other firefighter, gripping sheepishly.

“Buck?” Eddie asked, “are you okay?” He asked.

“Umm.. yeah-“ Buck nodded slowly. “My.. my waters just uh- broke.” Buck explained, motioning to the wet spot on his pants.

It took a few moments for Eddie to process the information, staring blankly at his boyfriend.

“We’re gonna have a baby.. today-“ Eddie whispered.

“Yeah, yeah- we are.” Buck nodded, not being able to help but grin.

“Okay- okay.” Eddie nodded, trying his hardest not to panic.

“Hey hey-“ Buck immediately took the others' hands into his own.

“We got this Eddie-“ Buck reassured as Eddie’s hand cradled the others baby bump.

“I sure hope so-“ Eddie mumbled, kissing Buck on the cheek.

“I’m positive.” Buck hummed.

-

The midwife had warned Buck’s labor might progress slowly due to the fact that this was his first birth. But things seemed to be quite the opposite.

By early afternoon, he was in transition stage. Leaning up against the bed frame, Eddie wipes his sweaty face, muttering soft encouragement into his ear.

“I’m going to check you again, okay mister Buckley?” The midwife spoke, grabbing a pair of gloves.

“It’s just Buck-“ Buck responded, giving a small nod.

“Alright Buck, you’ll feel a bit of pressure like before okay?” She spoke as he nodded, feeling the contraction wane off.

She had carefully checked, eyes widening in surprise.

“It seems as baby is excited to meet you two. Fully dilated and I can already feel a head against my fingers.” She explained, hurriedly standing to grab a few extra pads to sit beneath the laboring male.

“Ya hear that Buck?” Eddie muttered, rubbing the others back.

“Yeah-“ Buck mumbled, trying to smile despite how much pain he was in.

“Okay Buck, you can push whenever you have your next contraction, or if you want to wait a bit and just let the baby move down naturally, that’s alright too.” The midwife explained.

Buck nodded, shifting slowly so his back was against Eddie’s chest, slowly lowering himself into a squat.

He found himself groaning as the next contraction peaked, chin tucked into his chest.

Buck wasn’t sure how much time had passed until he felt the unmistakable burn between his legs. Gasping and shifting his stance, gripping harder onto Eddie.

“Easy easy-“ Eddie muttered, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Just breathe the head out Buck-“ the midwife spoke softly as she applied a bit of counter pressure so he wouldn’t tear.

“It really hurts!” He found himself whimpering.

“I know baby, you’re almost finished.” Eddie soothed, giving his hand a soft squeeze.

“Ah-!” Buck gasped, hips jerking slightly as the head came free.

The next few moments were a blur for Buck, suddenly the pain was gone and he had something placed on his chest.

He had wrapped his trembling arms around his squalling son, grateful as Eddie helped him sit down.

“Hey.. hey there—“ Buck’s voice broke as he finally looked down at his son.

“Hey bean-“ He laughed, leaning back into Eddie.

“Good job!” The midwife praised, having grabbed a towel to place over the baby.

Eddie was staring silently at the squirmy baby that was beginning to settle into Buck’s warmth with little whimpers.

“Oh.. oh..” Eddie breathed out, letting the baby grasp his finger.

“Hey bean..” Eddie whispered, scared if he spoke any louder the peaceful moment would shatter.

“I’m your papa..” Eddie spoke, his voice breaking.

“Yeah, he’s the one that gave ya the big head-“ Buck joked weakly.

Eddie rolled his eyes, leaning down to capture Buck’s lips in a tender kiss.

“I love you. Both of you.” Eddie spoke.

“Yeah. Yeah, Bean and I love you too.” Buck nodded in agreement.

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Title: becoming family

Fandom: arcane

Pairing: Jayvik

Word count: 1k

TW: semi graphic birth scenes

Authors note: decided to post up my Jayvik fic a day early for Father’s Day!

Soft patter of rain landed on the cabin’s rooftop, the kettle was whistling on the stove, and Jayce Talis was eyeing the clock on the kitchen wall.

It was just barely 2 am from what the clock read, but he wasn’t exactly focused on the time- he was more focused on the pain that ebbed across his low sitting middle. It wasn’t overly painful by any means, though he did have a high pain tolerance.

As the pain eased up, he found himself leaning into the kitchen counter, head resting in his hands. Eyes closed as he listened to the rain pick up speed outside.

“Jayce?” A familiar voice broke through his hazy thoughts, Viktor was awake- leaning up against the doorframe. Cane in hand, gripping it tightly. His tired eyes scanned over his lover, trying to figure out what was wrong.

Viktor was used to Jayce getting up at odd times in the night, especially so late into his pregnancy.

“Hey-“ Jayce turned, smiling at the other.

“Are you okay?” Viktor asked, making his way across the kitchen.

“Mhm, Im fine” Jayce nodded, turning to grab a mug to pour the hot water in from the kettle, throwing in the tea bag as well.

“Are you sure?” Viktor’s eyes narrowed, Jayce was rather easy to read- he didn’t look fine.

“Yes, I promise-“ Jayce spoke, leaning over to press a light kiss on Viktor’s cheek.

“Then why are you awake?” Viktor asked, not quite convinced.

“Ah—“ Jayce felt his cheeks heat up, caught red handed like a child stealing sweets before dinner.

“Well..” Jayce trailed off, looking away in mild embarrassment.

“I think I’m in labor.” He finally admitted. “Not.. super active labor, probably just.. early labor you know?” He shrugged, another lie- the pains had been happening since the day before and they were picking up on speed and intensity. But he wasn’t about to worry Viktor.

“Are you sure?” Viktor was caught off guard, he knew Jayce was due any day now. But he wasn’t expecting the other to be so calm about it. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest at the thought of meeting their son or daughter soon.

“Yeah, yeah- listen, why don’t you go sit hm?” Jayce gave the other hand a small squeeze, knowing Viktor didn’t like to stand for long.

“Fine-“ Viktor spoke, sitting down at the table. “But I’m not leaving your side.” He spoke, as Jayce gave a sheepish little grin.

“Deal” Jayce nodded in return.

-

It was true, Viktor never once left Jayce’s side throughout that particular day.

As the hours rolled on, it was clear Jayce was in active labor. His waters having broken mid afternoon, in the middle of eating a light broth to keep his energy up.

This didn’t bother Viktor in the slightest, he simply helped Jayce clean up and get comfortable.

It was now nearing 8 pm and it was clear Jayce was hitting the transition phase of his labor. He had gone quieter now, the contractions practically right on top of each other. His nude body sheen with sweat as he moved around in bed, trying to find a comfortable position.

“Viktor—“ His voice suddenly cut through the comfortable silence.

“Hm?” Viktor glanced up, blinking rapidly- studying the other's face to try to gauge what was happening.

“I’m— I’m pushing—“ Jayce’s voice sounded wobbly, maybe even a hint of fear.

Viktor didn’t show any panic, he simply got into bed, nestled beside Jayce. His cool hand resting on the other’s sweaty back.

“It’s alright, nice and easy pushes okay?” Viktor spoke as Jayce nodded.

It seemed like forever before Jayce felt any progress, the sudden burn in between his legs causing him to cry out in discomfort as his hips jerked. Desperate to get away from the feeling.

Noticing the shift in the other’s behavior, Viktor glanced down. His eyes widened in surprise.

“Jayce—“ He spoke, one hand reaching to grasp the other’s own trembling hand. His free hand reached to apply gentle counter pressure against the other’s opening so he wouldn’t tear.

“Easy easy-“ Viktor soothed softly, “I just need you to pant and breathe for a bit okay?” Viktor hummed, glancing back at the slowly emerging head.

“You’re crowning, which is why it’s hurting so badly-“ Viktor explained.

Despite his haze of pain and exhaustion, Jayce found himself smiling and even feeling a little giddy.

In a few short pushes, they’d be meeting their baby.

“Ah-!” Jayce whined, body shuddering as the head came into a full crown, Viktor’s trembling hands reaching to cradle it.

“Easy, little pushes.” Viktor reminded, his voice a bit thick with emotions.

Jayce nodded, clumsily reaching a hand between his legs to brush a few fingers against the wet hair of their child.

“So close—“ Jayce mumbled, trying to breathe as the head slowly inched out.

“Give me a little push okay?” Viktor instructed, reaching for a nearby towel.

With the push, the baby’s head was free. Viktor quickly checked for a cord around the neck, thankful it wasn’t present.

“Viktor!” Jayce cried suddenly, his body taking over as he felt the baby turn, giving a deep push for the shoulders that eased free.

Viktor barely had time to react, the baby’s body falling into his hands, her shrill cry breaking the tense moment of silence.

She.

They had a daughter.

Tears immediately welled up in Viktor’s eyes, letting out a choked laugh as he cleaned her up. “Oh.. oh— hello little one-“ His voice sounded thick.

“A girl..?” Jayce whispered, having seated himself on a nearby towel. He was coming down from the shock of birth, shivering a little.

“Yes— we have a daughter. A perfect healthy daughter-“ Viktor whispered, finally placing her into Jayce’s arms so he could cut the cord.

“Oh hey there-“ Jayce laughed weakly. “You made quite the entrance huh?” He cooed, cradling the still fussing baby to his chest. Her cries settled down to tiny whimpers, curled into Jayce.

“Delilah..” Jayce spoke, looking at Viktor who was wiping off his hands.

“Delilah?” Viktor mirrored, glancing at the baby. His heart swelling up with pride at the scene.

“Yea.. yes-“ Viktor hummed in agreement, “it’s perfect- she’s perfect.” Viktor nodded, sliding into bed beside Jayce.

The two were quiet as Delilah nursed eagerly, giving soft grunts. Jayce’s head resting on Viktor’s shoulder.

The family was now complete.

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Fandom: Metalocalypse

Pairing: PickleFace (Pickles/Murderface)

Word count: 1k

Content warnings: graphic description of birth, surprise twin.

Author’s note: so this is actually a mix of a rp I did with a wonderful writing partner and a work loosely based on writing prompts in a server I’m in! First time writing these characters by myself so please be nice lmao. Story underneath cut as always!

Pickles never really thought about raising a family, at least until it was 3 am and he was staring at a pregnancy test with blood shot eyes and a tear stained face, leaning up quietly against his boyfriend for some sort of comfort.

Now here he was, almost 9 months later and hiding his baby bump on stage.

It was the last concert of the tour and despite being heavily pregnant, he insisted on performing. Though he was starting to slip up, almost missing his solo from the annoying back pains he had been feeling all day. He figured it was just Braxton Hicks considering he wasn’t due for another two weeks.

He was quietly counting in his head, watching Nathan wrap up this last song. It couldn’t seem to finish fast enough.

As the curtain started to drop, that’s when he felt a sudden release of pressure and his pants becoming rapidly soaked.

Fuck.

His waters had broken.

Heaving himself up, he almost stumbled- the weight in his pelvis unbearable.

“C-come.. on Pickles—“ He spoke through clenched teeth, dropping his drum sticks as he stumbled to the nearby couch.

Was labor even supposed to move this fast? Fuck.. he couldn’t remember, Charles had been talking to him about it- but he hadn’t exactly been paying attention.

“Pickles?!” Murderface’s anxious voice pulled him out of his thoughts as he looked up.

“Yeah?” He tried to grin, but it was more of a grimace as he doubled over with a groan, sweat pouring down his face.

“What’s wrong?! Is the baby coming?!” Murderface immediately crouched down in front of him, taking a hold of his shaking hands.

“Y-yeah.. I— ughhh..” he groaned, not being able to finish his sentence.

“Shit—“ Murderface muttered under his breath, the others were rushing around trying to find things to help, but Pickles was Murderface’s only focus.

“It’s okay- it’s okay, let’s get your pants off yeah?” Murderface wasn’t sure why in the fuck he was so calm, considering he had been more anxious then pickles this entire pregnancy.

“Uh huh..” Pickles groaned as Nathan stepped in, offering a towel to place beneath the other, a wet washcloth wiping off the smearing corpse paint.

“Haaa..” Pickles whined, gripping the edge of the couch as his eyes screwed shut.

“G-gotta.. push!” He yelled, his voice sounding frantic.

Having tugged the others soaked jeans and underwear off, Murderface nodded. “Go ahead, nice and easy-“ He spoke, stroking the other’s thighs.

Pickles had grabbed the nearest thing to hold, which happened to be Nathan’s hand. The lead singer grimaced at how tight he had a grip, but made no other complaints.

As the next contraction came over, he bared down.

“Good, good! Just like that Pickles!” Murderface spoke.

“Ugh!” Pickles whined, breathless and shaking. “Is it supposed to fucking burn?” He groaned.

“It’s normal— it’s just the baby crowning-“ Charles piped up, having gathered up more towels.

“Fuck!” Pickles yelled as he gave another push. He wasn’t expecting everything to happen so fast!

“Few more pushes!” Murderface cheered, cradling the head in his trembling hands.

“Oh shut up! You're not the one pushing out a baby!” Pickles groaned, though there was no real bite to his words.

Murderface couldn’t help but laugh, but had quickly shut up as Pickles glared.

“One more big push!” Murderface spoke, trying to hide his excitement. Tears were burning the back of his eyes.

Pickles grunted, shifting slightly to try to give himself a bit more gravity as the shoulders suddenly shot free. The squalling newborn falling into Mutderface’s awaiting arms.

“We have a son, Pickles!” Murderface cried, tears now rolling freely down his cheeks.

The baby continued to fuss as Murderface cleaned him off a bit before finally settling him into Pickle’s awaiting arms.

Pickles had gathered up the fussing baby, trying his hardest not to burst into laughter.

“Wowies—“ Toki spoke off, peering behind the new family. “He looks justs likes Murderface” Toki mumbled as Pickles nodded in agreement.

As the baby settled down, Pickles leaned into Murderface, glad to have a few moments to just rest and relish the quiet moment.

At least until the contractions started again, but he figured it was just the afterbirth. Yet he was still rather uncomfortable, not being able to help but groan as he handed the sleeping baby to Nathan.

“Pushing..” He warned before his chin was tucked into his chest.

“Uhhh…” Murderface went pale at the sight, that… was a head?!

“Umm.. Pickles—“ Charles began, trying to keep his voice steady so he wouldn’t freak out the drummer.

“What?!” Pickles snapped, glaring at the two who were crouched in front of his trembling legs.

“Um. Well you see—“ Charles spoke, “there’s another head- I believe you are having twins.” Charles explained.

“What?!” Pickle's voice rose, eyes wide as he gave a shake of his head.

“Ah pickles—“ Murderface piped up, “that’s definitely a head— shit!” Murderface yelped as the baby came out suddenly. Much smaller than her brother, but just as loud.

Pickles barely registered what happened, staring at the squirmy little bundle in Murderface’s arms.

“We have a daughter too!” Murderface grinned brightly, moving to place the new baby into Pickles arms.

“It seems as though her brother was taking up most of the room, but she seems healthy-“ Charles spoke. “Congratulations you two.” Charles patted Murderface on the shoulder before shuffling to the side to make a few phone calls to the medical bay.

“Here—“ Nathan had carefully placed the baby boy into Pickle’s free arm.

The band watched as the baby girl's cries settled, curling up into her brother.

“Well will ya look at that!” Murderface beamed, clearly happy.

“Wowie… two’s!” Toki spoke, seeming the most excited.

“Yeah.. yeah— holy shit.. two!” Pickles laughed, slumping back into the seat.

“What are their names?” Nathan asked, draping a towel over Pickle’s lap to give him at least a bit of decency.

“Well..” Murderface glanced at their son, who was about twice the size of his sister. “That’s Alexander.. Alex for short” He decided as Pickles nodded.

“And this is Lilith, Lily for short.” Pickles piped up, still leaning heavily into Murderface.

“Nine months making me suffer and you were hiding the whole time huh?” Pickles cooed tiredly at his daughter, kissing the top of her head.

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Request box is back open for requests, but please be patient as I am going to be working on my own project for awhile to upload for Father’s Day

[preg-fandoms]

Fandom: Last of Us

Characters: Joel (featuring brief mentions of Ellie and Tommy)

Word count: 1k

TW: mpreg birth, cryptic pregnancy, heavy swearing

Author’s note: I’m not gonna lie, this isn’t my best work ever, but it was fun to write!

Joel was a private man, even now as he lived in the community with his brother and his adopted daughter Ellie, who for the most part had wandered off to dinner own thing.

Joel never really expected to.. hook up with anyone, but after a rather drunken night- he did.

Couldn’t even remember the man’s face, not that he cared. The only true connections he had were Tommy and Ellie, and quite frankly- that’s all he needed.

Besides today.

Today he was just feeling *off*, and he couldn’t quite place it. He had awoken to awful cramps settled deep in his gut, feeling like a rubber band being wrapped around and squeezing tight.

Despite this, he continued on with his daily chores. At least until he started zoning out, leaning up heavily against the barn door, teeth clenched.

“Joel?” His brother’s voice cut through to him.

“Huh?” Joel blinked, looking up at the other.

“Ya good?” Tommy asked, brow raised, concern etched on his face. Joel was practically white knuckling the door.

“Uh.. yeah.” Joel nodded, offering a little thumbs up. Sweat was beginning to bead on his forehead, which was flush.

“Uhhh..” Tommy trailed off, clicking his tongue. Something was definitely off, but he couldn’t quite place what.

“I’ll work the rest of your duties alright? Why don’t you lay down? Or maybe see if someone can check ya out?” Tommy suggested.

“Yeah sure-“ Joel muttered, shifting slightly as he grimaced. A calloused hand resting on his back as he felt it ache.

“Ya sure ya good?” Tommy asked again as Joel sidestepped.

“Yep.. just…” he trailed off, eyes squeezed shut as the pain seemed to peak.

“… fine-“ He grunted out after a few moments.

Tommy wasn’t convinced, but he wasn’t going to push the other. He watched silently as Joel began to walk away. Back to his house.

The walk itself was miserable for Joel, whatever these pains were- they seemed to be getting worse.

Had he eaten something bad? Surely not, he was always careful with his food.

There was no known sickness going around either.

So what the fuck was going on?

The thought lingered as he opened the door, slipping off his boots before shutting the door and locking it.

Ellie had a key, so if she needed something, then she could get in.

“Maybe a shower will help..” he sighed, running a hand over his face.

Heading upstairs, he stripped off his jacket. Tossing it on his bed, then shuffling into the bathroom.

As he flicked on the light, he couldn’t help but lean into the counter. Another pain coming over him, followed by a pressure weighing down in his pelvis.

“What the fuck?!” He hissed, feeling a sudden gush of water rushing down his thighs, quickly staining his jeans.

“I did not just fucking piss myself-“ he scoffed, quickly undoing his pants and tugging off his shirt.

Hopping into the shower, he groaned as the hot water rolled down his body.

He had managed to relax for a few moments, but another pain ripped through his middle.

“Fuck-!” He cried out, falling to his knees. “Oh god.. fuck..” he grunted, eyes squeezed shut.

He wasn’t sure what was happening, but whatever it was trying to come out.

Scrambling to try to turn the water off, he panted and groaned.

“W-what.. the.. fuck?!” He cried out again, eyes widening in panic.

Nobody was there to help. He was all alone.

His heart felt as though it’d be right out of his chest.

Despite the fact that he was still shaking like a leaf, he had forced himself to stand.

“G-get.. yourself together..” He hissed, grabbing onto the counter top as he slowly got out of the tub.

Other than that, he couldn’t get very far. The unbearable urge to push washed over him. Body working on instinct, chin tucked into his chest as he found himself on the floor again.

“Aghhh..” He groaned out, reaching a trembling hand down between his legs.

His eyes shot open as he felt his fingers brush against something that felt like a baby’s head.

There was no fucking way.

He wasn’t pregnant!

Though he didn’t exactly have time to argue with himself, another fresh wave of pain hit him.

“What the fuck?!” He cried out, trying to shift to sit back, pressed back into the cabinet door. Blood and fluids spilled down his thighs.

“T-this.. can’t—“ he tried to speak, but all he could manage was a strangled yell as the head urged forward.

Struggling to remember how his wife had delivered Sarah all those years ago, he groaned.

“C-come… on!” He cried out, giving another push. The head had popped out as Joel let out a shaky laugh.

“N-not.. waitin’ huh?” He couldn’t help but give a meek grin as he held the head.

Though the small moment of happiness was quickly washed away as he felt another pain.

“Fuckkk!” He yelled, feeling the shoulders start to push free.

With one last push and strangled yell, the baby had slipped out. Crying loudly from where she laid on the towel.

“Oh shit.. shit—“ Joel’s eyes were wide as he picked up the squirming wailing baby.

“Hey hey-“ He croaked, tears starting to roll down his cheeks.

“It’s alright.. it’s alright- Papa’s got ya-“ he spoke. Watching as she settled slowly, her tiny hands clutching onto his bare chest.

“Holy shit..” he laughed again, leaning his head back.

“What the fuck am I gonna tell Tommy and Ellie huh?”

The sweet moment hadn’t lasted long, the front door opening and slamming, causing the baby to cry.

“Ah shit..” Joel quickly grabbed a spare towel to put over himself.

“Joel?!” Ellie called out, pausing as she heard.. a baby crying?! What the fuck?!

“Joel?!” She had rushed upstairs and threw open the bathroom door, stumbling back at the sight.

Joel who was.. naked and holding a baby up against his chest, grinning like a fool.

“Uhh.. meet your sister, Ellie-“ he mused.

“What?” Ellie blinked slowly, trying to process.

“Yeah uh..” Joel grimaced, “just.. don’t tell Tommy yet-“ he muttered, realizing his brother had yet to know of this surprise bundle.

Blinking again, Ellie just nodded.

“At least she’s cute-“ Ellie offered as Joel let out a small laugh.

“Yeah.. yeah- cute and feisty-“ he agreed.

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Okay so update on Father’s Day fic:

Jayvik won (I’m not surprised and I’m excited), the other two fics will hopefully be uploaded soon ish, thank you for everyone that voted!! 💜

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This is weird and I’ll probably never do it again, but with Father’s Day just around the corner (next month), I’m debating on what fic I wanna write & post that day, so I’m making a poll!

Please vote on what you think I should do, here’s the options

Jayvik - them welcoming their first daughter Lia into the world with a calm home birth

Nanami - Nanami having a cryptic pregnancy and giving birth alone at his apartment after a long day of work

Joel - giving birth during an infected outbreak / heavily infected area / trying to keep quiet

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Hi there! Your stories are great 🤩.

I would like to ask you for a story with the pairing of Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz from 911.

I would like Eddie to be the pregnant one, and he's having an orgasmic birth with the help of Evan.

Can you do such a story?

Fandom: 911

Pairing: Eddie Diaz / Evan Buckley

Word count: 700

Author’s note: thanks for the request, sorry it’s not exactly how you wanted it. I don’t really have the energy to write orgasmic births, but I still hope you enjoy it.

Eddie Diaz never expected to have another kid after Christopher. He had been a little wary since then, thinking of all the complications that happened.

But somehow, Evan Buckley had found his way into Eddie’s heart and after two years of steady dating, the two were expecting a child. Eddie’s pregnancy wasn’t easy by any means. Plagued with awful morning sickness, swollen ankles, restless nights.

But he wouldn’t change it for the world, he was eager to meet his daughter.

Even if it felt like she was going to rip him apart with the current contraction he was feeling as he sat at the table of the firehouse.

He hadn’t exactly taken time off, but Cap did put him on strict desk duty, not about to have a baby in the field.

“Hey Eddie!” Evan’s chipper voice suddenly filled the silence. Coming up behind his boyfriend, hands resting on Eddie’s swollen middle.

“Hey—“ Eddie tried to keep his voice neutral, thankful the contraction had ebbed away.

“Are you okay? How’s the bean?” Evan asked, fussing over his boyfriend as always.

“Ah—“ Eddie grinned. “She’s done, I’m fine Buck-“ he laughed, squeezing the other hand.

“Yeah? Do you need anything?” Evan asked, already going to the fridge to grab Eddie a bottle of water.

Eddie was about to answer, but he was cut off by an intense contraction, brows furrowed as he bit down on his lower lip. He couldn’t hide the surprised gasp as he felt the sudden wetness between his legs.

“Eddie—“ Buck turned around, blinking rapidly at the scene.

“Did..” Buck trailed off, a water bottle slipping out of his hand as it bounced on the floor and rolled off.

“Hen!!” Evan was racing downstairs, panic creeping up.

“Really kid? Really?” Eddie sighed, slowly standing.

“Might as well make our way to the hospital-“ he muttered, grabbing his phone to send Chris a quick text.

“Eddie!” Hen called, immediately surrounding the other.

“I’m fine Hen-“ he laughed lightly as Buck was immediately on his other side.

“Just.. let’s go to the hospital and have a baby, yeah?” Eddie grinned.

“Let’s go— I don’t think having her here would be a good idea-“ Buck spoke, helping lead his laboring boyfriend downstairs and to the car.

—

Eddie’s labor had lasted about 10 hours give or take, Evan of course was by his side the entire time. Giving him ice chips as needed, encouraging him, telling him funny stories of the crew.

Soon enough, it was time to deliver. Things had been going okay until the delivery of the shoulders came about.

“Mr. Diaz, I need you to stop pushing-“ The doctor spoke, keeping her voice steady.

“What’s wrong? Why—“ he was cut off by a groan, eyes squeezed shut as Buck wiped his forehead with a cool washcloth.

“It seemed as though she’s just being a little stubborn, one of her shoulders is stuck behind your pubic bone.” The doctor explained.

“Isn’t that.. bad?” Buck spoke quietly, as Eddie couldn’t help but whimper.

“Not if we act fast, this’ll be uncomfortable, so make as much noise as you need okay?” The doctor explained.

Eddie wasn’t really sure what to expect, giving a loud cry as the shoulder was carefully released.

“One big push!” The doctor spoke as Eddie bared down.

The baby had finally slipped free, letting out a loud cry as she was placed on Eddie’s chest.

“Oh!” He laughed, eyes wide as he held her as close as he could.

“Hey bean!” Evan laughed, his voice watery. He was trying so hard not to cry, but couldn’t help it.

Their daughter was here and perfect, still crying as she snuggled into Eddie.

“Hey princess..” Eddie grinned tiredly, rubbing her back.

“She’s.. she’s perfect..” Evan whispered as a nurse placed a fresh blanket over to keep her warm.

“Would you like to cut the cord?” A nurse asked Evan as he nodded, cutting the cord.

After the baby was cleaned up and checked over, she was placed back into Eddie’s awaiting arms.

For the most part, the medical team had left the room, leaving the new parents to bond with their baby.

“She has such a squishy face..” Evan laughed as he held his daughter.

“She gets it after you, ya know-“ Eddie teased tiredly.

Evan laughed softly, holding her close as he gently rocked her.

“I love you..” Evan whispered, looking up at Eddie with a fond smile and teary eyes.

“I love you too Buck-“ Eddie spoke, reaching to squeeze his hand softly.

“Both of you.”

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Hi! I've been reading your stories for a while, and they're amazing!

Dw I'm not a minor, but can I request a story? Jujutsu kaisen, but gojo actually is megumi's parent, same thing with getou being the twins parent, both are trans and they help each other.

but Gojo's having a harder time than getou though, even though he has one.

Is that ok? If not that's ok

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Word count: 1.3k

Pairing: Satoru Gojo/ Suguru Geto

TW: graphic trans masc birth from both characters, mild birth injury, and slight panic

Author’s note: hello anon! I want to deeply apologize it took me FOREVER to write up your request!! I have been wanting to write this but between IRO kicking my ass and being fixated on other things, I just couldn’t get myself to write, but I decided to go ahead and fulfill it for you! I truly hope you like it!

When Satoru Gojo joked that he and his best friend Suguru Geto would do everything together in life, he certainly wasn’t expecting for both of them to become pregnant at the same time.

Of course it had happened from a party they both attended, drunk out of their minds. Then a few weeks later they were both staring at a positive pregnancy test.

Suguru had been taking the whole pregnancy like a champ, barely complaining or fussing, even now that he was in very active labor.

His black hair tied back into a messy bun as he leaned into the bed, grunting through another contraction.

Satoru on the other hand had been complaining since the day he found out, at least until now. Sucking up the fact that he was in pain, he was focused on his best friend.

“Ya.. doing okay?” He asked through grit teeth, his own low sitting stomach squeezing like a vice grip.

“Mm?” Suguru raised his head to look at the exhausted laboring male who sat on a nearby chair.

“Mhm-“ Suguru nodded, head pressed into the bed with a shaky breath.

“Ya don’t look okay..” Satoru muttered, trying and failing to stand, the contraction was far too strong.

“I’m fine-“ Suguru spoke, voice a bit firmer than before.

Satoru gave a lazy wave of his hand, panting through the last bit of the contraction before he slumped against the chair.

“Might be heading into the transition phase..” Suguru announced quietly as his own contraction let up.

“How can you tell?” Satorou asked, a bit curious. Unlike Suguru, he didn’t read any information Shoko had been providing over the last several months.

“Ah- the contractions are practically on top of each other..” Suguru grunted, shifting slightly as he felt a sudden pressure then release.

“Oh-“ he breathed out, “there goes my waters..” He muttered, moving to stand fully.

His stomach was sitting even lower now, causing him to grimace.

“Su?” Satoru spoke, finally managing to stand up himself to check on the other.

Brows furrowed, Suguru quietly breathed through the latest contraction.

“It’s time—“ he finally announced as Satoru placed a cold hand on the other's back.

“What?!” Satoru yelped in surprise, though he couldn’t hide his own grimace as another contraction washed over him, pressure building before his thighs became soaked.

Face rapidly paling, Satoru pulled in a breath. “Fuck-“ he spoke.

Suguru’s gaze drifted over to his best friend, a smile quivering.

“It’s alright Toru, just get comfortable and ready to deliver your son-“ he spoke, reaching to squeeze the other hand.

“But—“ Satoru protested with a little whine, more so from the increasing discomfort in his hips.

“I’m fine-“ Suguru reassured, having slowly settled down on the bed, his knees parted enough to give his best friend a glimpse of his swollen pussy.

“Mmh-“ Satoru found himself fiddling nervously with his blindfold but he was quickly brought out of it by another contraction. Probably the most difficult one yet of his labor. He was down on his knees before he even knew what was happening.

Suguru was about to say something, but the overwhelming urge to push had a tight grip on him.

Baring down into his chest, he gritted his teeth. Letting up on his pushes, he glanced over at Satoru who was entirely zoned out trying to deliver his son.

“Satoru—“ Suguru spoke, grimacing as he pushed again.

“Y-yeah?” Satorou panted, head snapping up.

“Remember to breathe-“ Suguru responded, trying to listen to his own advice. He could feel the first baby quickly move down, his pussy bulging out with the head.

“Sugu-“ Satoru mumbled, looking up from his spot on the floor.

“Yes— I’m crowning—“ Suguru groaned, the stinging was sharp as he reached a trembling hand to gingerly massage at the overtaxed skin.

Blowing out a shaky breath, he could feel a wet mop of hair press against his fingers before disappearing.

“C-come on..” he muttered, turning his head to look at Satoru who had moved into a squat against the chair.

Considering he was slimmer than Suguru and had smaller hips, he was having a harder time trying to deliver.

Suguru was about to speak, but couldn’t- instead he groaned as the head suddenly surged into a full crown. His thighs shaking from the pressure.

“Ah!” He cried out, back arching slightly as the head suddenly popped out with a gush of fluids.

“Okay?” Satoru mumbled, craning his neck to look at Suguru who gave a shaky thumbs up.

“Come on-“ Satorou suddenly whined, slipping a hand between his legs. Tracing his tight lips, the head was resting behind them, but no matter how hard or how long he pushed, he couldn’t seem to bring the head forth.

Suguru wished he could’ve helped more, but with a head between his legs, he wasn’t about to risk playing around with gravity.

“Rock your hips—“ is all Suguru managed before his body gave one last forceful push, bringing the shoulders and body out as the first baby laid between his legs, coughing and squirming.

Eyes widening in surprise, Suguru was quick to pick her up, cradling her to himself.

“Oh hello there-“ he laughed, voice shaky as he grabbed a blanket to lay over her.

“Is she okay?” Satoru asked, having moved to lean back into the seat, his legs parted.

“Yes-“ Suguru spoke, carefully cutting the cord as he finally brought her to his chest to latch on if she wanted.

“He’s not moving Suguru..” Satorou whispered, tears burning in his eyes.

Chest seizing with slight panic, Suguru motioned the other over.

“Try laying down-“ Suguru spoke, Satorou wanted to argue- but he decided against it. Moving to lay down on the bed, he groaned as the head slipped back out of view.

“On your next contraction, pull your leg back to your chest and give a big push, okay?” Suguru was struggling to keep his voice calm and steady. The next baby seemed rather impatient.

Satoru nodded, gingerly reaching Suguru’s free hand.

“For ya know.. support and shit-“ Satoru whispered, giving a shaky grin.

“Right-“ Suguru managed his own weak chuckle as he grasped the white haired male's hand.

Suguru gently laid the first born beside him on the bed, pulling himself into a sitting position as he bared down.

His free hand snaked down to cradle his rapidly bulging pussy.

“Ohh..” he hissed through clenched teeth, his grip tightening on Satoru’s hand.

Satoru would’ve given him encouragement, but he was so focused on delivering his son, he hadn’t realized Suguru was pushing.

“Suguru!” He suddenly yelled out, feeling the head surge forward.

“It’s okay-“ Suguru panted, glancing over. “It’s just his head crowning, try to breathe the rest of it out-“ he explained as Satorou groaned, panting and whimpering.

Suguru gave his hand a lighter squeeze this time, “you're doing great Toru-“ he reassured.

As the next contraction gripped his whole body, he gave another push as the head of the second baby popped out.

Letting go of Satoru’s hands, both of his hands reached to cradle the head.

“Come on sweetie-“ he panted, running low on energy. He could feel the baby turn, but it didn’t seem to happen as fast as her sister.

Grunting, he gave another push as she finally slipped free.

“Oh there you are!” Suguru cried, quickly bringing her to his body, her cries shrill.

“Oh fuck!” Satoru yelled as Suguru looked over to see the head fully out.

“Good job!” Suguru was quick to spring into action, one arm cradling the wailing newborn and his free one snaking its way between Satoru’s legs to apply pressure to his pussy so he wouldn’t tear.

“Just breathe the rest of him out Toru-“ he spoke, worried since the other had a small tear.

“Uh huh..” Satoru nodded slowly, trying to focus on his breathing as he groaned.

The baby was painfully slow to turn, finally slipping out as Datoru’s body gave one final push.

“There he is!” Suguru cried, helping Satoru guide the baby up to his chest to hold him.

Both of the men fell back in the bed, trying to catch their breath as they held their babies.

“We did it-“ Satoru laughed weakly, turning his head to look at the other.

“Yeah we did-“ Suguru chuckled, not being able to help but grin in return.

[preg-fandoms]

Fandom: Hevulla Boss

Pairing: Blitzø/Stolas

Word count: 1.1k

Content warnings: trans masc birth (semi graphic)

Author’s note: decided to just roll with the silly writing binge and well made this! Story beneath the cut!

Today was definitely the day, he had noticed the signs in Stolas with both of his labor with Ophelia and Opal. Belly sitting low, the contractions that became stronger each hour, the intense nesting (if he was able, Blitzø would’ve rearranged the entire living room by now).

He wasn’t really nervous, well he was- but he wasn’t letting it show.

Thankfully Octavia had offered to watch the girls for the night, knowing Blitz probably wanted some space.

“Blitzy?” Stolas’s soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts, the others warm claws pressing into his aching back.

Blitz couldn’t help but groan in relief, tail swishing slightly.

“Are you alright?” Stolas asked, he had been timing Blitz’s contractions since they started much earlier in the day. 6 am to be exact.

It was now 4 pm in the evening and things seemed to be getting more active.

“Yeah-“ Blitzø nodddd, leaning into the dining chair. Sweat was beading on his forehead, eyes squeezing shut with a low groan as the contraction peaked.

“Stolas—“ Blitzø couldn’t help but whine, feeling an increase of pressure in his pelvis.

“Yes?” Stolas spoke, immediately standing beside Blitzø, worry written all over his face.

“It hurts-“ He muttered, resting his forehead on his arms.

“I know love-“ Stolas soothed, rubbing his hips gently as Blitz grunted out in pain.

Hissing out in surprise, his eyes widened as a sudden puddle of water was beneath him.

Stolas blinked a few times, giving a small smile. “Oh- there goes your waters- that’s good-“ Stolas explained.

“Oh gross..” Blitz grunted, making a slight face.

“I know lovely-“ Stolas chuckled, leaning down to kiss his head.

“Mmh-“ Blitz whined, shifting slightly, the pressure was getting worse every minute.

“Do you want to sit down?” Stolas asked, gently taking his hands as Blitz nodded.

“Yeah- sitting sounds great-“ Blitz huffed, tail flicking anxiously.

“Okay, let’s get you to the bedroom hmm?” Stolas cooed, carefully leading the laboring imp into their bedroom. Keeping the main light off, Stolas had turned on the bedside lamp.

“Do you want your pants off?” Stolas asked as Blitz nodded.

“Do you need help?” Stolas asked as Blitz shook his head, slowly stripping out of his soiled clothing.

“There we go- let me lay some spare towels down okay?” Stolas spoke, grabbing a few that sat on the dresser.

Setting them down onto the bed, he helped Blitz into the bed.

After getting Blitz settled, Stolas had settled in behind him. Pulling Blitz into his lap, he rubbed slowly circles on the other’s tense hips.

“Just try to rest Blitzy-“ Stolas cooed, as Blitz slowly settled back in an attempt to nap.

—

The next several hours were a blur for Blitz, he had been laboring for quite some time now.

It was clear he was in the transition stage, having fallen silent besides a few grunts and whimpers.

Sitting on his hands and knees, his tail was curled against his back with a low groan.

“Stolas— I gotta push-!” He huffed, suddenly jerking his head up. Eyes wide with panic.

“It’s okay, it’s okay-“ Stolas soothed, gently cupping Blitzø’s face into his hands.

“Just take a moment to breathe, okay?” Stolas spoke as Blitz gave a nod, managing to steady out his breathing.

“I’m going to check okay?” Stolas spoke softly, dipping a hand in between the imp’s legs.

Slowly pressing a few fingers in, his own eyes widened. He could feel the head just barely pressing into his finger tips.

“Okay Blitz, you can push on the next contraction-“ he spoke, giving a watery smile.

He was trying his hardest to hold back the sudden rush of emotions he felt.

“Y-yeah—“ Blitzø muttered, shifting to sit back against the pillows, his trembling hands gripping the sheets as Stolas stayed in front of him, keeping the imps legs parted.

“There we go.. just like that-“ Stolas soothed, rubbing his thigh.

As the contraction let up, as did Blitz.

Leaning his head back, he let out a shaky breath.

“I can’t do this Stolas-“ he suddenly blurted, anxiety seizing at his chest.

“What-? What are you talking about?” Stolas frowned, glancing up at Blitzø with wide eyes.

“I can’t do this Stolas— I’m not ready-“ he whimpered.

Stolas’s face immediately softened at the others, wiping at the tears.

“Blitz sweetie- we’re never ready, but that’s okay- it’s all worth it-“ Stolas reassured, gently caressing the imp’s tear stained face.

“It hurts so bad though-“ Blitz admitted.

“I know Blitzy- here, squeeze my hand as hard as you need okay?” He spoke, intertwining their hands and giving a gentle squeeze.

As the next contraction started, Blitz gave another push. Gritting his teeth as he had a tight grip on Stolas’s hand.

The process repeated for about 30 minutes before Blitz felt a sudden sting between his legs.

“Fuck! Stolas! Something’s happening!” He yelled, as Stolas gently shushed him, glancing down between his legs.

“Good job Blitzy! She’s starting to crown!” Stolas praised, reaching to cradle the emerging head.

“Is that why it feels like I’m shitting a bowling ball?” Blitz huffed irritability as Stolas tried not to laugh.

“Well that’s one way to refer to it as-“ Stolas mused, letting out a soft gasp as the head suddenly popped free. Resting in his hand.

“Oh Blitzy.. she’s perfect-“ Stolas cooed excitedly to his partner.

“Ugh-“ Blitz groaned, taking a moment to catch his breath.

“C’mon Blitz, one more big push!” Stolas encouraged, as Blitzø finally delivered the shoulders.

“Oh hell!” Blitzø yelled out in surprise, eyes widening.

“She’s here!” Stolas chirped, not being able to help himself as he laid the wriggly newborn on Blitz.

“Oh..” Blitz grinned tiredly, holding her as close as he could. “Hey there kiddo-“ he muttered, leaning back as he tried to process his own emotions.

“Shh shh.. you’re okay-“ Stolas cooed, wiping her down with a towel as her cries finally began to settle to little whimpers of protest.

“Oh Blitzy-“ Stolas breathed out, pulling the other into a kiss.

“You gave up another beautiful daughter- I’m so proud of you-“ Stolas spoke, resting his forehead on Blitzø’s.

The imp couldn’t help but let out a purr despite his tired he was.

“Yeah.. yeah- she’s perfect-“ Blitz muttered.

The baby had settled down, content to snuggle close to Blitz as he tucked a fresh towel around her.

“Oh the girls will love her-!” Stolas spoke softly, but excitement was still evident in his tone.

“Yeah of course they will-“ Blitz grinned.

“Oh Blitzy, you should rest-“ Dtolas spoke, having cleaned up the mess, getting some fresh blankets to drape over Blitz.

“Nah, I'm okay, just wanna cuddle with you guys-“ he shrugged lightly.

“Alright, if that’s what you want-“ Stolas spoke, settling into bed beside him. He wasn’t going to push Blitz, he knew how stubborn the other could be at times.

The two had fallen into comfortable silence, Stolas studying their daughter, Blitz resting.

It was a perfect way to end a perfect day for the two.

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With my schedule quite clear writing wise and a much needed updated pinned post, I’m officially announcing that fic requests are back open! I primarily do hazbin hotel & hevulla boss for fics rn tbh

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Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Shigaraki/Dabi

Word count: 1.4k

Content warnings: graphic birth scenes, intense emotions, heavy swearing.

Authors note: fell back into MHA and decided to write this up! Fic below the cut!

41 weeks and 3 days of hell- pure hell for Tomura Shigaraki and his frail body. The pregnancy was a surprise, always having mixed feelings on it, knowing one day the child would be an orphan. Yet he found himself not wanting to get rid of the child. Sure he could barely care for himself, but this child could very well carry on his legacy.

That particular thought was buried deep away in his mind, at the moment his only thought was getting the baby out.

He had started labor almost exactly two days earlier, only small twinges of pain here and there, but much later into the day, they began to pick up and it was clear he was in active labor.

In the midst of trying to walk through the pain (and help lower the baby down further into his aching birth canal), his waters had broken.

That was the start of what he considered ‘real’ labor, each contraction knocked the breath out of him it stemmed like.

So here he was, sitting on a few towels, in front of a mirror which exposed his swollen aching cunt. He had his sweaty back resting against Dabi. It was useless to wear the clothing items right now, everything in his body felt like it was on goddamn fire.

Another weak groan reached his lips as his back began to arch through another contraction.

“It hurts!” He huffed out, reaching to hold the bottom of his rock hard stomach, eyes screwed shut.

“Get them out-“ he grunted, legs splayed to his sides in a meager attempt to stop all the pressure.

“Swear to Christ, they’ll just fall right out of me..” Shigaraki groaned, feeling the contraction peak and squeezed tightly at his swollen middle.

“Sure.. whatever you say crusty..” Dabi muttered from where he was sitting behind the other.

While he wasn’t exactly fond of the villain, nor the thought of having a child- he wasn’t going to be a damn bastard like his father and leave Tomura alone during such a sensitive time.

His scarred palms resting on the others hips, warming up his hands just enough to try to ease the pressure off the laboring male.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” Shigaraki snapped, trying to crane his neck to glare daggers into Dabi.

The burnt male couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle, pressing his hands firmer into the thin hips of his leader.

“Dunno Shigs.. never had a kid-“ he shrugged. Which was true, while he had siblings- he had never been there when they were born, and Shigaraki refused to let anyone fetch a doctor to come to the hide out or to head to Jaku Hospital himself.

The leader insisted he could do this just fine.

“Oh shut up-“ The pale haired male hissed low as the contraction finally let up for the time being. Sinking back into Dabi as he struggled to catch his breath.

Dabi gave a slight eye roll, not at all phased by the others remarks. This was normal, even while Shigaraki was in pain.

Moving one hand, Dabi grabbed the water bottle from the small nightstand, pressing it up to Shigaraki’s lips.

“C’mon crusty, ya gotta stay hydrated-“ Dabi prompted.

While the other would usually kick up a fuss about being cared for, at the moment he had no real energy to do so.

Instead he gratefully took the water, trying to drink slowly. Not wanting to get sick again.

Pushing the bottle away, Shigaraki was about to mutter a half assed thanks until another contraction seized him, causing him to grunt.

Leaning forward, he was trembling against the amount of pain.

Dabi immediately noticed the shift in the leader, unusually quiet.

“I have to push-“ Shigaraki blurted out, the urge overwhelming. He could feel how low the baby was sitting, putting so much pressure on his damn pelvis it felt like it’d just snap in two.

“Wait wait-“ Dabi grunted, quickly pulling his hands back as Shigaraki shifted to rest on his knees. Gloved hands touching the floor, thankfully not making them decay with his special gloves.

“Gotta check.. don’t want ya pushing too early-“ Dabi reminded, while he pretty much felt useless right now, he was remembering little bits and pieces he lazily read through some weird pregnancy book Himiko had stolen and gave to the expecting couple as a gift.

“Well hurry up!” Shigaraki snapped through gritted teeth as Dabi bit back an equally sharp reply. The tension in the air was thick.

Pulling in a breath, he snaked a hand between the others legs, nudging them apart to gain access to his already slick cunt.

Giving out a hiss of discomfort as he felt Dabi’s long fingers press up into his wet folds.

“Oh shit-!” Dabi couldn’t hold back the yelp, quickly pulling his hand away. As soon as he was trying to check the others' progression, he could feel the head try to push up against his fingers. Apparently this baby was just as impatient as Shigaraki it seemed.

“Alright, your… uhh fully dilated or whatever, already felt the baby’s head-“ Dabi explained, gingerly wiping his fingers on the old towel that Shigaraki knelt on.

Grunting out a noise, Shigaraki shifted his weight slightly, chin tucked to his chest as he began to bare down.

He hadn’t stopped until the contraction ended, leaving him whimpering and struggling to catch air.

“Remember to breathe, don’t want ya passing out-“ Dabi muttered, for once worry laced his voice. A hand found the small of Shigaraki’s back as he heated his hand up just enough to get the tense muscles to briefly relax.

“Uh huh..” Shigaraki muttered, no real bite to his words.

As another contraction began to peak, he gave another push, pulling himself into a squat, now holding onto Dabi’s shoulders for dear life.

“Easy easy-“ Dabi muttered, one hand resting on the other's hip.

“Something’s happening!” Shigaraki hissed, feeling a slight stinging sensation between his legs.

Gulping, Dabi forced himself to look down. Eyes widening, the tiniest patch of white hair between Shigaraki’s lips.

“Oh holy shit..” Dabi breathed out, suddenly feeling dizzy as he watched the patch get bigger as Shigaraki held down on his push.

A trembling hand reaching to begin cradling the slowly emerging head.

“Your doing it shigs… the.. the head— it’s almost out-!” Dabi couldn’t really explain the emotion he was feeling. He wasn’t even that excited over this kid in the first place, but he guessed it felt more real now that Shig was delivering.

“It burns!” Shigaraki couldn’t help but yell as the head reached a full crown, small features present. Ears, nose, eyes, mouth, all covered in gross bodily fluid. But Dabi’s focus remained on the downy white hair that clung to the baby’s scalp, also splattered with blood.

“Breath it out Shigs..” He muttered, looking up at Shigaraki. Both hands are now cradling the baby.

Shigaraki groaned, his head resting on Dabi’s shoulder as he sucked in quick breathe.

Yelling out a strangled cry as the head popped free, Dabi let out a string of surprised curses.

“Impatient like you-“ Dabi couldn’t help but sneer as Shigaraki glared.

Though it had lifted the mood a bit.

“Just a few more..” Dabi muttered under his breath, trying to brace himself as he watched the baby begin to turn.

Still having a vice grip on Dabi’s shoulders, nails digging into the fabric, Shigaraki gave a final push- letting out a loud curse as the body shot free with a gush of fluid.

The baby fell into Dabi’s arms as he grunted and sat back on his hunches, watching her squirm and cough before she let out a loud wail.

“Oh fuck!” Shigaraki gaapes, eyes wide as he sat back. Exhaustion washing over him like a heavy blanket.

“Hey..” Dabi’s voice was wavering, if he could cry- he would’ve in that moment.

“Hey.. I got you-“ Dabi’s voice was a bit choked as he deposited the squalling baby into Shigaraki’s arms. Draping a towel over the two of them.

“Hana… Hanako..” Shigaraki muttered, cradling the baby up to his chest.

She had almost immediately settled down, grunting and squirming against Shigaraki.

“Yeah? That’s her name?” Dabi mused as he cleaned off his hands, settling down beside Shigaraki who leaned heavily against him.

“Yeah..” Shigaraki nodded, closing his eyes.

“Welcome to our crazy life Hanako..” Dabi muttered, letting the baby hold onto his finger as Shigaraki drifted off.

For a moment, he felt a bit of happiness, admiring his daughter.

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Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Pairing: Judson Ryder / Gracie Ryder

Word count: 1.9k

Content warnings: descriptions of trans masculine child birth, heavy swearing.

Authors note: I recently re watched some of the older seasons of the show and thought of Judd carrying Charlie instead of Gracie and thus.. this fic was created!

Judson Ryder was a stubborn man from the day he was born. Often taking no one’s bullshit, even when he had ended up pregnant with his and Grace’s child.

To be honest, the news still hadn’t entirely settled for him. Even just a mere week away from his due date, sitting in the firehouse. Grumbling as he watched probie eye him like a child would eye an expensive piece of glass.

“Probie!” He barked out as Mateo jumped, turning around as he almost tripped up on his own feet.

“Yeah?!” Mateo was ready to spring into action, he had opted to stay out of todays call to keep Judd some company at the fire station since the other wasn’t allowed to go out on call.

Judd couldn’t help but laugh, giving a slight shake of his head. A hand resting on his taut middle as he felt the baby lazily kick at his palm.

“M’fine!” Judd huffed out as Mateo stared at him. “Ain’t gonna break-“ he grumbled softly, brows furrowed as he felt another pain creep across his stomach, settling in as he felt the familiar squeeze.

“Uhhh are ya sure.. cause ya don’t look okay??” Mateo questioned, watching the other shift uncomfortably in his seat.

“Son!” He huffed, clearly irritated by the question. “I am just fine!” He grumbled as Mateo stumbled back.

“Sorry sorry! I’ll uh.. I’ll be back! Gotta take Buttercup on a walk!” Mateo spoke, eyeing buttercup who was pawing at the door with a whine.

“Yeah yeah-“ Judd gave a small wave of his hand, watching Mateo hurry out of the firehouse.

Leaning back in his chair, Judd gave a small huff. “Kid.. I dunno what you're planning.. but can it wait til we get home?” He huffed, grimacing at the hard kick to his side.

“Ah ouch..” He grunted out, rubbing his side.

Closing his eyes for a moment, a calloused hand ran over the swell of his belly.

Giving a lazy hum, he felt his belly tighten again. “Ah..” he grunted, moving to lean forward.

“Judd?” Owen’s voice made his eyes suddenly snap open, not expecting the team to come back so soon.

“Hey Cap..” he cracked a weak grin, as Owen raised a brow- noticing how off the other had looked. Clammy and sweaty, in pain it seemed like.

“Ya good?” Owen asked, still studying the other.

“Why does everyone keep askin’ me that?!” Judd groaned, leaning back as the contraction had finally let up.

“Sorry Judd, we all just worry about you-“ Owen explained, quickly realizing he may have struck a nerve.

Judd let out a breathy laugh as he slowly stood, “well there’s nothing—“ he was cut off by a sudden intense pain, probably the worst he had felt all day, followed by a gush of fluids.

Owen blinked rapidly, watching the scene unfold.

“Judd?” He spoke, trying to choose his words carefully.

“Yeah Cap?” Judd asked through clenched teeth.

“I think your water just broke-“ Owen stated.

“I think you're right Cap-“ Judd responded.

—

Everything hurts. No matter what he did, Judd couldn’t slow down the damn contractions. After the initial shock of his water breaking, things had began picking up and he was seated in the shower area of the firehouse, Grace sitting behind him- muttering soft praises in his ear. As soon as she heard the news, she had busted ass to the firehouse, not about to miss the birth of her child.

“Oh damn it!” Judd yelled out at a particularly harsh contraction.

“Judd-“ Tommy began, rubbing her friend's knee. “I’m gonna need to do a cervical check okay?” She spoke as Judd nodded, teeth grit. Unable to speak as the pain squeezed his already taut middle.

Tommy was surprised over the fact that he was fully dilated.

“Okay Judd, on the next contraction, I need you to give me a good push okay? Your little girl is ready to meet you-!” Tommy couldn’t hide the excitement laced in her voice.

“Do ya hear that Judd?” Gracie praised, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Y-yeah.. she’s.. ooh.. she’s impatient like her mama-“ he laughed breathlessly, getting a very brief break from contractions.

That earned an eye roll from Gracie and a smirk from Tommy but the two had quickly jumped back into action as Judd tensed.

“She’s comin’ T..” He panted, brows furrowed as he gave a push, the urge was overwhelming.

“Yes she is Judd, and everything will be just fine-“ Tommy soothed, giving another reassuring pat to his knee.

“You can do it Judd, I believe in you-“ Gracie praised, giving his hand a small squeeze of reassurance.

“Okay push.. push! Just like that!” Tommy praised, watching as Judd strained before letting up to catch his breath.

This process had seemed to drag on for what felt like hours to Judd (when realistically it had been 30 minutes at the most) before the firefighter yelled out in a mix of pain and surprise.

“Judd- Judd, listen to me- I need you to breathe her head okay? We don’t need you tearing-“ Tommy explained, reaching to put slight counter pressure against his strained lips.

“Uh huh..” Judd huffed, eagerly taking a sip of water from the cup Gracie had offered.

“She’s almost here Judd..” Gracie whispered, peering over her husband's shoulder, seeing a teardrop shape forming against his taut lips.

“Aw son of a bitch!” Judd couldn’t help but yell out again, the pain searing between his trembling thighs as the baby moved forward into a crown.

“Ah.. ah..” Judd huffed out a breath, his eyes wide as he tried to focus on his breathing.

“Good job Judd, go ahead and give me a push okay? It should free her head-“ Tommy explained, wiping the excess fluids and blood from Judd’s shaking thighs.

All Judd could manage was a small grunt in response, chin tucked to his chest as he bore down with the next contraction.

A sharp cry leaving his lips as the head suddenly popped free with a messy spray of fluids.

“Good job!” Tommy praised again as tears blurred Gracie’s eyes.

“Just breathe, let her turn Judd-“ Tommy explained, discreetly unhooking the cord from the baby’s neck, thankfully it wasn’t tight.

“Yeah..” Judd mumbled, having slumped back into Gracie who gave the side of his head a kiss.

“Okay! Push Judd!” Tommy instructed as the baby fully turned.

The next few moments were a blur for Judd, the pain he had been feeling was replaced with an incredible soreness and a squalling newborn placed on top of his chest.

“She’s here!” Tommy and Gracie both cried simultaneously, and Judd couldn’t help but break and start crying as he held the fussing newborn as close as possible.

“Welcome to the world..” Judd whispered as he slowly settled her down, Tommy draping a blanket over them for warmth.

Gracie had cut the cord and sat beside Judd, admiring her squirmy daughter.

“Oh look at you..” Gracie whispered, wiping at her eyes as she let the baby hold onto her finger.

“Welcome to the 126 family Charlie..” He spoke, rubbing her cheek.

[preg-fandoms]

Decided to write this up the other day and finally post it.

Fandom: Hevulla Boss

Pairing: Stolas/Blitzo (genderbent)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: mommy dom mentions, sexual nature during birth, egg laying, graphic birth, gender bent characters, lactation kinks.

“Blitzy-“ Stolas’s soft voice trilled through the phone, the owl demon laying sprawled out on her bed. A hand resting between her already soaked thighs.

Her wife had already left the castle, now here she was- all alone and broody, desperate for company while she laid these damn eggs.

•yeah baby?” Blitzo’s voice came through as Stolas shut her eyes for a moment, a slender finger reaching down to slip in between the folds of her pussy, her walls almost immediately tightening around the sudden intrusion.

Pulling in a sharp breath and ignoring the dull ache, she rolled onto her side. Still mindlessly fingering herself.

“We should meet up tonight.. I have a special surprise..” Stolas hummed out, hoping the other could hear how wet she sounded. Cum already leaking down her wet thighs from earlier.

Blitzo frowned, almost immediately telling something was off with Stolas, especially from the way she kept being so quiet.

“Yeah sure whatever Birdy, I’ll be over in a second okay?” She spoke, not really knowing where Loona had disappeared off to, probably hanging out with one of her friends again.

Slipping on her boots, she had made quick work to where Stolas lived. Not bothering with the door, she climbed up the side of the castle and poked her head in through the window. Though almost lost her grip at the sight before her.

Stolas sprawled out, her rounded belly sitting low on her hips, a hand tucked between her legs. Back arched slightly and ass raised up from the mattress as the owl eagerly fucked into her fingers with breathy moans. Perky tits spilling white liquid which Blitzo could only assume was milk.

“What the fuck..” Blitzo whispered, her face heating up as she gripped onto the window seal, just barely managing to hold on as she watched Stolas’s face contort into a visible mix of pain and pleasure.

The owl demon having removed her fingers, rather cupping her sex now, as Blitzo watched something begin to peek out of the tight folds.

“What the fuck-!” Blitzo couldn’t really help but yell that time, watching the mysterious thing slip back into Stolas.

“Blitzy?” She blinked a few times, head lazily rolling to the side to catch sight of the flustered imp sitting on the window seal.

Despite her intense orgasm and the fact that she was in the middle of delivering a large clutch of eggs, Stolas couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Hi Blitzy~” she cooed, beckoning the other over with her free hand, shifting to sit up a bit more, slim legs still outstretched and bent on the bed. Giving the imp a perfect view of her swollen cunt.

“What… what are you doing?” Blitzo curiously crawled into the bed, sitting beside Stolas who had a hand splayed on the bottom of her tight belly. Seized with yet another contraction, her features tight on her face as her eyes screwed shut.

“Ooh.. you know-“ Stolas huffed out as the contraction finally released its grip.

“Just the yearly egg laying..” she grunted, her free hand reaching to idly play with her aching breasts.

Blitzo couldn’t help but look between her face, sheen with sweat (and possibly a few tears), her cunt which was swollen and leaking varying fluids and her tits that seemed.. bigger than usual.

“Okayyy..” The imp muttered, not really sure how to wrap the thought around her girlfriend giving birth.

“So why exactly did you need me?” Blitzo questioned, finally settling her eyes on her girlfriend's chest, not being able to help but lick her lower lip.

“To help me of course-“ Stolas huffed, noticing how hard the other was staring.

Blitzo blinked a few times, still not catching on.

“What.. Do you want me to do it?” Blitzo asked, edging in closer. Almost pressed against the other's chest.

“Whatever sexual desire you wish my sweet imp~” Stolas cooed, resting a hand on the back of Blitz's head as she pushed the other down. Right in contact with her leaking tit.

“Come on now, help mommy feel better~” Stolas crooned, voice a bit intense as another contraction began.

Blitzo wasn’t sure what to do, still a little panicky over finding Stolas in the middle of laying damned eggs. But the hormones were definitely taking over.

She had straddled the other thigh, one hand on her shoulder as she greedily sucked on Stolas’s swollen nipple, the other hand curiously reaching down to brush against the owls wet folds.

Letting out a semi choked noise but unable to pull away since Stolas had such a tight grip on the back of her head, she felt the large egg push into her palm.

Stolas on the other hand was half blissed out, glad to have relief from her swollen breasts, but also uncomfortable with the egg that ground down onto her clit.

“Oooh Blitzy-“ she moaned out, eyes briefly rolling back into her head. Hips raising as the egg continued to stretch around her tight lips.

Blitzo couldn’t help but smirk, her own slim fingers briefly touching against Stolas’s throbbing clit.

This earned a sharp cry from the owl, feeling the egg wedge itself into a tight crown.

“Blitzo!” She moaned, feeling a wet spot begin to form on her thigh.

“Mmmm-“ Blitzo couldn’t help but moan herself, quickly becoming wet as she wedged her finger against Stolas’s tightly stretched skin, feeling the egg push against the palm of her hand.

“It’s coming out!” Stolas howled, a sharp moan escaping her lips as she came.

Blitzo couldn’t help but moan as she rutted against Stolas’s thigh with a whine.

The egg had suddenly popped out in between Stolas’s legs.

Though it was long ignored between the two, with Blitzo humping against Stolas’s thigh, and sucking her tits dry.

“Such a good girl for mommy..” Stolas crooned, holding the imp close as she had a brief break of contractions.

The tiny imp couldn’t help but groan, going limp against Stolas as she breathed heavily.

“Oooh.. fuck-“ Stolas groaned, feeling the contractions start back up as she squirmed.

“Mmm?” Blitzo blinked slowly, moving to sit up as she licked her lips. The sweet taste of milk is still on her tongue.

“Is the next one coming?” Blitzo asked, brows furrowed as Stolas huffed and nodded.

“Wait!” Blitzo huffed, a smirk appearing on her face.

“Mm?” She raised a brow, watching the imp scamper off of the bed, having yanked out a strap on.

“Ooooh.. is my baby wanting to help mommy more?” Stolas cooed, feeling herself almost immediately become wet once more.

“Yeah-“ Blitzo huffed, having gotten back into bed, swiping her hand against Stolas’s soaking pussy.

“Oooh.. be gentle little imp-“ Stolas moaned, eyes half lidded as she felt Blitzo slide in up behind her. The strap is briefly brushing against her tight hole.

“I’ll be good mommy~” Blitzo purred out, kissing at Stolas’s sweaty shoulder. Her small hand was quick to work the makeshift lube against Stolas’s ass.

While they weren’t much for snap, Blitzo was eager to fuck Stolas.

Though for now, all she did was lazily rub the strap on against Stolas’s ass as she couldn’t help but squirm.

“Oooh blitzy-“ she huffed out, feeling the second egg begin to sink down into her birth canal.

Blitzo leaned forward a bit, chin resting on Stolas’s shoulder, wanting to watch the egg come out.

Stolas had lifted her hips up, just giving Blitzo enough access to suddenly push the strap into her tight hole as she pushed.

With the added pressure, Stolas couldn’t help but groan loudly, bouncing back onto the strap on.

“So good for me..” Blitzo growled into her ear, reaching to grope lazily at her breasts. Tits leaking milk, as it dribbled down Stolas’s fur.

Blitzo’s pace with the strap on was anything but gentle, as was her grip on the other's chest.

Huffing, she watched with wide eyes as the egg began peaking out slightly from Stolas’s tight lips.

“It’s coming out!” Stolas cried, her ass squeezing tightly around Blitzo’s toy. Close to an orgasm, she couldn’t help but claw at her thighs with a loud trill.

Blitzo purred in delight, tail flicking as she dipped a hand down to brush against Stolas’s pussy, using two fingers to push back her lips as the egg continued to edge into a crown.

Blitzo was close to her own orgasm as the egg stretched Stolas out into a full crown as the owl demon squirmed and whimpered.

With a final buck of her hips, she moaned lewdly into the other shoulder as she came, having pulled the strap on off and tossing it onto the floor.

“Come on birdy!” Blitzo huffed as Stolas gave a final push with a yell, squirting as she reached another orgasm, body tensing as she shook, before promptly falling back into Blitzo.

“Mmph!” Blitzo huffed, having pulled out from sitting behind Stolas. Moving to sit in front of her. A hand rubbing over the others slightly deflated belly.

“How many more eggs are there?” Blitzo asked, eyeing the two that aromas had set into a makeshift nest.

“Just one more-“ Stolas huffed out, clearly out of energy.

Stolas had leant back against the pillows, legs still splayed and bent- once more giving full view of her aching now swollen cunt.

Nestled at her side, Blitzo was greedily sucking on her tit, moaning in delight at the milk she was getting. A hand reaching down to idly stroke at Stolas’s clit as the owl demon pushed.

Progress was much slower this time, after several pushes the egg had yet to appear.

“Birdy-“ Blitzo mumbled, finally pulling off Stolas’s now soaked fur.

“It’s not coming out!” Stolas cried, clearly frustrated.

Frowning, Blitzo had moved.

“Come on- stand up for me-“ she hugged, watching the much taller demon pull herself into a sitting position before standing.

Gasping as Blitzo hurriedly laid a hand against her bulging sex.

“Oooh..” Stolas moaned, gripping the bed post, pushing as she bent her knees.

“There ya go birdy!” Blitzo huffed, a hand slipping between her pants and underwear to frantically rub at her clit as the egg continued to inch out.

Blitzo was close to an orgasm herself, between the noises Stolas was making and the fact that owl’s demon’s cunt was stretched out so much around such a big egg.

“J-just.. one more push..” Blitzo huffed out, trying not to squirm as she gritted her teeth.

With a loud cry, the egg had expelled from Stolas as Blitzo let out her own harsh cry as she suddenly came all over her own hand.

The owl demon had fallen back onto the bed, Blitzo soon followed suit where she curled up against the exhausted owl.

“You did so good..” he mumbled, nuzzling into her neck affectionately. A rare moment between the two.

“Well you did help-“ Stolas cooed, petting the Imp’s head as they both drifted off to sleep

[preg-fandoms]

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steddie (Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson)

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: graphic trans masculine birth authors note: decided to write Eddie first, but I do plan on writing pregnant Steve Harrington at some point soon!!

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For as long as he could remember, Eddie Munson was an outcast in the small town of Hawkins. Often being bullied, claimed to be in a cult, all sorts of shit. But throughout his years, he learned not to care what others thought and just did his own thing. Somehow, he had caught the attention of a nice looking jock Steve Harrington.

At first, they had a bumpy start, total opposites, wanting to go two completely different directions in their lives. For a short while, they did- at least until Eddie came back to visit some old high school friends. From there, he happened to meet Steve at the local bar and between shared drinks, the rest was history for them.

They had been married for three years now, and settled down in Hawkins. Steve being a gym teacher at the high school, Eddie working at the newly opened up music store. They had a comfortable life, and Eddie was happy. At least until he started waking every morning, 6 o’clock on the dot to empty what was in his stomach. At first he thought it was simply just the flu, but when it wouldn’t let up after a week, followed by his pants becoming a bit tighter, and the sudden distaste for coffee - he knew something was wrong.

After a dreaded doctor's appointment, Eddie left the appointment both thrilled and utterly confused. Despite being on hormone replacement therapy for years, he had ended up pregnant. Deep down he knew pregnancy was possible since the hormone therapy wasn’t exactly birth control.

At first, he tried to hide it from Steve- not entirely sure how the other would react. But he couldn’t help but blurt it out that night at dinner.

That seemed so long ago now that Eddie was in the middle of labor. He had been overdue by a few days, thinking the baby would never arrive. Until he awoke early that morning with small consistent cramps, by the afternoon he was becoming more anxious and quiet. Rearranging small items around the house, pacing up and down the hallway. Anything to keep his racing mind busy.

By dinner time, he could barely tolerate food. Only managing about half of his plate before pushing it away, declaring he was full and going to shower.

The trip to the bathroom ended up with him leaning into the doorway with a groan, a small puddle forming beneath him. His waters had finally broken, and it was definitely startling.

Though Steve was quick to clean it up, trying to assure a very teary eyed Eddie that it was fine.

He had spent almost a half an hour in the shower, allowing himself to labor quietly underneath the warm water.

The next several hours passed by slowly, which frustrated Eddie. But around 4 in the morning, things were finally picking up.

Despite being quiet during most of his labor, he had become a bit louder. Sitting on his hands and knees, sweaty hair pulled back into a messy bun, a deep groan rising from his chest as he frantically rocked his hips.

Steve was there every step of the way, despite being nervous- he had somehow held himself together, getting anything Eddie needed, offering water, his hand.

He was wiping the back of Eddie’s neck with a cool washcloth, brows furrowed. He could see how low the others' belly sat.

“Ed’s..” he spoke softly, as Eddie lifted his head to look at Steve. His face was flush, deep circles under his eyes. Despite that, he still managed a weak little smile. “Yeah?” He whispered, for a brief time the contractions had let up. Though neither knew how long that would last, they seemed to practically be on top of each other now.

“Can I check you?” Steve asked, already moving to settle closer to the others legs, thighs slick with birthing fluids leaking. “Uh huh..” Eddie nodded, having moved to sit back, now with his back pressed into the pillows, legs spread enough to show his cunt. Steve could see how his poor pelvis tensed with another contraction. Eddie couldn’t help but grunt, pulling a leg back in a meager attempt to relieve the pressure.

“Doing great babe-“ Steve tried to soothe, rubbing his inner thigh. Eddie hadn’t replied, more so focused on trying to breathe.

As the contraction ended, Steve took the opportunity to slip a few fingers into Eddie’s tight wet hole. Though he almost immediately jerked back, eyes wide.

“Oh shit!” Steve breathed out, hurriedly wiping his fingers on a towel that was placed nearby.

“What?” Eddie whined, already thinking the worst as his body shook from the strain.

“I felt the head-“ Steve laughed breathlessly, eyes wide as he got up from the bed, scurrying to the bathroom to gather up a few spare towels.

“I think you can start pushing on the next contraction babe-“ he spoke, placing an extra towel beneath Eddie.

Eddie didn’t have to be told twice by Steve, moving to lay on his side. Steve moved to sit behind him, propping his leg up as he rubbed the side of Eddie’s thigh. The next contraction had come on quickly, and Eddie began to push.

It was a slow process, Eddie wasn’t even sure how much time had passed when he started to feel himself spread open around the head.

Steve had peaked down to check his progress, eyes widening again. Just a sliver of the head was peeking out from Eddie’s puffy lips.

“Good job!” Steve praised, kissing Eddie’s sweaty neck, reaching to let the other hold onto his hand as Eddie pushed once more.

With the next push, more of the head inched out, starting to crown around his thinly stretched lips.

This earned a small pained cry from Eddie who fell back into Steve with heavy breaths, huffing through the next few contractions. His whole body was trembling from how much pain he was in.

“It’s okay!” Steve tried to reassure once more, wishing he could do more than just say encouraging words and hold Eddie’s hand.

Though he was surprised as Eddie pulled his hand away, despite his fingers shaking- he had reached to cradle the crowning head.

“She’s coming-'' Eddie pants, trembling fingers tracing over the wet head of his daughter.

“Yeah.. yeah she is..” Steve breathed out, watching as the head suddenly popped out with another gush of fluids.

“Oh shit-!” Eddie couldn’t help but cry out a little, the shoulders ramming against his already sore pelvis.

“Just let her turn babe-“ Steve reminded, trying to wrack his brain of any information Robin had made him read before Eddie had gone into labor.

Sinking back into Steve, Eddie was trying to catch his breath once more as he grimaced. The baby was quick to turn and suddenly her shoulders popped out.

Eddie just barely caught her in his hands, quick to pull her up to his chest as he rubbed her back.

Steve jumped as the baby suddenly started crying, her tiny face red, hands flailing as she squirmed and coughed against Eddie.

“Hey.. hey! Ya got a set of lungs on ya!” Eddie laughed breathlessly as Steve was quick to place a towel over Eddie and the baby.

“Cassie..” Eddie grinned tiredly, blinking up at Steve as tears began to roll down his cheeks.

Steve was speechless for a moment, watching the baby still continue to fuss and cry, at least until he offered out his finger for her to hold. She had immediately taken hold, her shrill cries dying down to whimpers.

At that very moment, Steve Harrington had never loved anything more than his new family.

[preg-fandoms]

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairing: none

Word count: 400

Warnings: none

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Doppo Kunikida was a simple man. Hoping to find a women that met his standards to get married and begin a family shortly there after. But life seemed to have other plans, having become pregnant himself. It was an honest mistake, having gone out on a rare night to celebrate with his team and ending up drunk. At first, he considered getting rid of the pregnancy, but decided against it.

He managed to hide his pregnancy for most of the first trimester, at least until Ranpo had spilled the information about it one morning after he found Kunikida sick in the bathroom.

Thankfully nobody made a fuss about the news, not wanting to further upset the male. But they did make accommodations to him. Allowing him to take over desk duty at the agency, not wanting him or the baby to get hurt, allowing him longer breaks if needed too, though now that he was in his second trimester, he could handle food a bit more properly.

He had recently picked up pregnancy and parenting books to read on his lunch break at the office. Being six months pregnant now meant the baby would likely begin kicking and moving around soon. Though he had yet to feel anything. At least up until today, Ranpo had suggested he eat a few sweets. See if it would make the baby hyper.

In the middle of reading, he had felt a sudden movement, right beneath where his hand rested on his swollen midsection. Blinking, he pressed his hand just a tad bit harder into the swell, thinking he was just imagining things.

Brows furrowed, he marked his place in the book and set it on the desk, pushing his chair out. Catching Atushi who just happened to be walking into the office.

“Atushi!” He called, watching the white hair male freeze up at the call of his name.

“Huh?” Atushi blinked, turning to look at Kunikida with a puzzled look.

“Come here-“ Kunikida spoke, motioning him over. Atushi swallowed thickly and made his way over.

Without a word, Kunikida had taken his hand and pressed it to his swollen midsection.

“What-“ Atushi began but Kunikida shushed him, though Atushi couldn’t help but let out a surprised noise as he felt a sudden kick on his palm.

“What did you feel?” Kunikida asked, trying to figure out if his hunch was correct.

“… the baby kicking?” It came out more like a question than an answer.

“Yes- thank you..” Kunikida nodded, letting Atushi exit the area as he set back in his chair. Brows furrowed as he gingerly touched at random spots on his bump, each time getting a kick in return.

He couldn’t help but smile a little, feeling like maybe fatherhood wouldn’t be that bad after all.