#….i have baby fever

[buckxtommy]

my roman empire fr

[kikker-oma]

THE CHAIN WITH A CHILD

I REPEAT- THE CHAIN WITH A CHILD

[linoyes]

lee know in every skz code - ep 22-23

[kentopedia]

my girl dad dazai post but now i’m thinking abt pm boss dazai as a dad …

he knows the mafia is no place for a child, but then you get pregnant, and he realizes just how badly he does wants to be a dad (even if he thinks he’ll bad at it)

he swears to himself he’ll protect her from all the bad things in the world, but it’s not just him … she’s got everyone in the port mafia wrapped around her little finger. so dazai feels a little better, knowing he’s got a handful of the most powerful ability users looking out for her <3

and she can get away with anythinggg. there is a lot of “just don’t tell your mom” happening (from dazai & everyone else). she loves that everyone has a special ability, but chuuya’s is her favorite bc he can float anything ! and she is dazai’s child so don’t doubt she is a menace !! if chuuya won’t fly her in the air, she’ll start tearing up bc she knowssss it makes him feel bad >:)

dazai has a lot going on with the port mafia, but nothing is more important than you and his daughter. he puts everything aside for the two of you !! the most devoted husband and father

dazai stops, mid sentence, looking up at the sound of the door slamming shut, little footsteps sprinting across the room. he’s in the meeting room with the execs, discussing the foreseeable future of the mafia.

“daddy! daddy!” she shouts, running with something waving wildly in her hand. you’re two steps behind, her but she’s far too quick, too excited about her newest creation to stop. “look what i made!”

and though dazai is in the middle of an important meeting, his entire body language changes, and he’s turning towards the little girl, a big smile on his face. “what did you make today, cutie?” he asks, picking her up to pull into his lap.

“mommy showed me how to paint!” she shoves the canvas into his hand, a proud grin on her face as dazai brushes away her tangled hair. “look! it’s all of us!” she says, but her l’s still sound a little like w’s, and dazai can’t help but marvel at the fact that this sweet little girl has been raised by him.

she points to herself, a stick figure with an odd-shaped head, and nothing more than two lines of dark hair. “that’s me! and there’s you and mommy!” there’s a heart painted between your heads, and it makes dazai melt, the fact that even your daughter can see all the love you have for each other.

he wants to kiss you so badly, overwhelmed by affection for the two most important people in his life.

but then his little girl is pointing to a chaotic block of red and black, painted in splatters in the corner of the canvas. “and there’s uncle chuuya!”

dazai stares at it, blinks, then bursts into a fit of laughter that has his stomach aching. there’s a little hat on top of the mess of paint, and it sends dazai into another spiral.

“let me see that!” chuuya says, grumbling as he snatches the canvas out of dazai’s hand.

“what?” your daughter asks, frowning as she pokes her dad in the face, trying to get him to stop his laughter. “is it bad, uncle chuu?”

and chuuya, who previously had a grumpy expression, softens, not wanting to break the poor girl’s heart. “no, it’s real good,” he promises, even if he’s a bit offended by the portrayal, when she made her own family look so sweet. “it looks just like me!”

dazai chokes, but finally stops laughing to himself when you flick the back of his head.

“yay!” your daughter says, throwing her arms up high, grinning at chuuya’s praise. she’s so adorable that dazai has half a mind to squeeze her tight and never let her go. “see, mommy i told you they’d like it!”

you sigh, and take her from dazai’s arms. “you were supposed to show them after the meeting.” she’s still making grabby hands at her dad as you hold her, a pout forming while she squirms in your arms, trying to escape. “sorry, ‘samu. i know you’re busy today.”

dazai leans up, standing halfway out of his chair to kiss the frown off your face. “don’t apologize, darling.” he caresses your cheek softly, before looking back at his daughter, who just wants to be nosy and listen in to the adult conversations. “i always have time for my two favorite girls.”

you smile, softening as dazai ruffles his daughter’s hair.

“i want to stay here with you!” the little girl says, and dazai laughs, closing up her fists with his palm gently as she tries to climb onto him.

“i’ll be done in just a little bit, sweetie. then, how about we have a tea party? i’ll go get you some ice cream too! but you have to listen to your mom until then, okay?”

“i’ll listen, i promise!” she squeals in excitement, and then sobers, leaning back into your arms with a serious expression. “can you bring a special guest again? maybe akutagawa this time? he hasn’t been to a tea party yet!”

dazai’s lip twitches, but he doesn’t let the smile break free. still, the mere thought of akutagawa pouring tea for his daughter is enough to have him complying with her wishes. “sure, honey. i think i can arrange that.”

[kingkatsuki]

Bakugou likes to tempt fate.

Telling you not to worry, he doesn’t need a condom— that he’ll pull out. That sticky latex only ever gets in the way, anyway— and he wants to be close to you, to feel every inch of you.

But it’s the same story every time he sinks inside your warm, wet cunt and feels just how tight you always are for him. He can’t bring himself to leave— and is it really his fault when you look so fucking pretty with his cum drooling out of your poor abused hole when he’s done.

Honestly, it’s a shock to both of you that he hasn’t knocked you up yet… but would it really be so bad if he did?

[buttdumplin]

Polariods Pt 2: You’ve got intense baby fever and Simon makes a complete meal out of it, especially now that he’s got his trusty camera.

cw: poly 141, afab gn!reader, breeding, handjobs, this one has a lot more of the boys amongst themselves

word count: 1.8k

Part 1

One of Simon’s favorite polaroids is from a spontaneous session. It’s the night of your solo date and you’re both getting settled for bed when you reach over to him with a whisper.

“Can I confess something?”

“Anything,” he’s worried he messed up on your date, missed something or overstepped a boundary.

“I’m drowning in baby fever.”

He blinks at you, all the tension in his body suddenly gone.

“Do you… want to go raw? I know we haven-”

Simon’s on you with a bruising kiss before you can finish. The sheets are ripped aside and you can feel his fingers dig at the flesh of your hips as he scrambles to get your clothes off. He grunts and pushes at your knee with his to get you to lift so he can slide your bottoms off before he rips them, and you quickly oblige.

You’re laughing against his mouth when he finally pauses. He sits back up to look you over, his panting loud, the tent in his gray sweatpants proud and straining. Once he’s made sure you’re okay, that you do actually want this, he reaches for the little pink camera from the nightstand.

“Yes,” he finally answers, “and I’ll keep going until it takes.”

You gasp and immediately the flash goes off. He’s captured you perfectly: a high blush on your cheeks, your sweet lips parted in surprise, eyes shining with hope.

Simon does keep that photo secret for a while. He knows for a fact you haven’t asked the same of the other boys yet, still a bit too shy to bring it up casually. The picture, he thinks, serves as a reward for being so patient and careful with you as he’s taken the polaroids. He’ll let himself be a little selfish with it, at least for a short while. The boys won’t hear a fucking peep about this from him, not until he’s gotten your express permission to do so.

Once you give him the green light, he takes his time, going after the boys when they least expect it. He wants maximum effect, after all. He’ll meet with one of the boys per week, swearing them to secrecy, wanting to keep the suspense and surprise for each of them. And each time, he comes back to report their reactions in exquisite detail.

~

He is watching a movie with Kyle when he tells him. It’s just the two of them, snuggled together on the couch, Kyle’s head resting on his chest. The movie was innocent enough, one they’d seen a handful of times already, though it had quickly become a source of comfort. Simon launches directly into it.

“They want a baby.”

Kyle leans up enough to look Simon in the eye. He instantly thinks Simon is talking about you, but he forces himself to slow his thoughts a moment. Surely it’s his own hopeful thinking, his own desires speaking. The hesitation is clear on his face.

Kyle whimpers, his heart pounding so hard that Simon must be able to feel it against his own chest.

Simon pulls out the picture from his pocket, knowing it’ll answer everything for him. Kyle isn’t even thinking when he takes the photo from him, the snatching making Simon chuckle. He stares at the polaroid silently, eyes moving to take in every inch of you in it. When he turns to Simon again, the sweet warmth of his eyes has been swallowed by blown pupils. He licks his lips slowly, pressing his throbbing cock into Simon’s thigh. Poor boy got so hard so fast it must have hurt.

“I know, sweet boy,” Simon coos, “You’ll get your turn.”

“You can practice on me in the meantime,” he whispers into Kyle’s ear.

Two days later, Kyle is handed a polaroid of his own. Your hair is splayed out on the pillow, your mouth slightly open, your eyebrows turned up in what he knows must have been you begging, and your hand wrapped around the base of your neck. Shadows hide the rest of the image, but he’s already fully aware of what’s there. He asks Simon to repeat every detail of your reaction over and over again as he palms himself through his pants.

“Let me help you with that, love,” he gently pries Kyle's hands away.

~

Johnny is fresh out of the shower, hair still dripping and a towel that’s definitely too short wrapped around his waist, when Simon tells him. He’s pulling socks from a drawer, his back is turned to the room, when Simon speaks.

“They asked me to fuck them raw. Fill them up.”

Johnny whips around, some droplets flying to hit Simon gently in the face. He chuckles as he wipes his face, not missing the sound of Johnny stomping towards him. He opens his eyes to see Johnny’s towel barely hanging on, his cock now straining against the material and pulling at the easy knot at his hip. Simon takes the picture out of his pocket to show him, describing what exactly led to the moment he captured. There’s a quick flash of jealousy in those sharp eyes, desire temporarily blinding him to the fact that he’ll get to participate as well. Johnny takes a big steadying breath.

“No contraception at all?”

“None.”

He sees Johnny’s body tense, muscles clenching and releasing, his body swaying a bit from barely being able to restrain himself from lunging towards the living room where he knows you are. In the back and forth, the knot of the towel gives up, exposing what little it was hiding to Simon’s eyes. He can clearly see Johnny’s cock twitch with excitement, a fat pearl of precum already at his tip. Simon wraps his big hands around Johnny’s hips, forcing him the few steps forward to lick at his slit. Johnny hisses at the attention, hands fluttering at his sides until Simon grabs one of them and brings it to the back of his head.

“Give it to me for now,” and Johnny is lost.

Two days later, Johnny’s polaroid is delivered. Shadows keep their secrets again, but he can very clearly see you sitting and leaning towards the camera, breasts pushed forward and arms holding you up, lips swollen from kissing and glossy with spit, an eager smile on your face. Even with the brightness of the flash, your irises are completely gone. After long moments of admiring the photo, Johnny crushes his mouth to Simon’s, pulling him down and shoving him onto the bed to straddle Simon himself.

~

John is the last one to receive his. Simon knows exactly how explosive his reaction will be, so he wants to give John all the time he needs. It’s just the two of them in the kitchen, finishing up the last touches of cleaning before tucking in for the night. Simon waits until he sees John no longer has something fragile in his hands when he pulls out the polaroid. John’s interest is immediate and undeniable, hands clenching and yearning to touch. Seeing you half naked will always cause that reaction in him. But then Simon speaks.

“Wants to be bred. Properly.”

His head snaps up to look at Simon, eyes looking for even the slightest hint of this being a prank or a joke of some kind. When Simon gives a small nod and smiles down at him, John finally lets the words sink in. He looks back at the photo, his sharp inhale loud in the empty room. His chest swells, holding his breath from the excitement of just hearing it and having it confirmed. Simon can’t help himself. He gently nudges John’s face back up, pulling him in for a needy kiss.

“We all get a turn,” he says into John’s lips, drawing a long moan out of him.

Simon well knows John will never make a move without explicit consent, so he wants to make things as clear as possible so John can enjoy this. He can already feel John’s cock hard against his own, but he wants the man to fully have this moment.

“You’re next,” he presses the words to John’s neck, and the older man’s knees nearly give out.

Simon wraps him up in his arms and lifts John onto the counter, making quick work of his captain’s belt. John’s panting breaths are loud above him as Simon bites and sucks at the flesh of his neck. He doesn’t give his back a second thought as he bends lower to take John’s nipple into his mouth, using his teeth to graze it lightly, and sucking hard, just as he knows John loves. John’s already lost in the moment and Simon can see it. His own actions and the sheer potential of these news overwhelming John with desire. Still, Simon can do more for him. He reaches down with calloused hands, teasing John’s cock through his boxers, fingers focusing on the growing wet spot over his tip.

“So sticky for me already. Gonna stuff ‘em full, aren’t you?”

Simon spends the rest of the night with both of their cocks in his hand, making John cum over and over again, telling him about the lovely little sounds you make as you take his cum.

Two days later, Simon gives John his photo, the pride in his walk evident. John almost wanted to take the photo himself, but he wouldn’t dream of overstepping. He’s well aware that this serves as a bonding ritual for you and Simon. He’s also not sure he could trust himself to be able to still snap the picture.

John’s picture is of you already flushed and messy, hair clearly having had hands running through, eyes shining with unshed tears, and the single most euphoric smile he’s ever seen on your face, even with your bottom lip bitten raw. The base of the photo wrinkles a tiny bit in his grip, even as John holds himself back, not letting his own hunger crush the precious item. He takes in a big gulp of air, and launches himself towards the bedroom where he knows you’re waiting for him. John’s a man on a mission now, and he’s going to do everything he can to recreate the image with you. Maybe add a couple of his own marks on your skin along the way.

Once he’s able to take a break and give you a breather, John goes back to thank Simon by dropping to his knees and taking that big cock down his throat.

And they won't say it, because they don't need to, but one of their favorite parts of their pictures is the fact that it's clear Simon is fucking you senseless in every single one of them. He may not be in the pictures, but they don't need to see him to recognize his handiwork.

AN: Bless the saint that is @mikichko, she's seen this in every stage and was always beautifully encouraging. I appreciate the fuck outta you, girl.

Pictures of the boys are next.

[spocks-husband]

Spock was an incredibly talkative baby. Like, nearly from the day he was born. He cried as a newborn-- something most Vulcan children didn't do, something that Amanda was secretly quite pleased by as it was her own, personal little sign that he had inherited some of her humanity afterall. All through his toddlerhood he'd babbled constantly, and Sarek would nod pensively as if these discussions were quite insightful. "Indeed, Spock, that is quite true," he would confirm stiffly as his son would squeal and babble. "Exceedingly logical, my son." Amanda found these exchanges endlessly entertaining.

At times, Sybok, Michael, Amanda, and Sarek would all sit quietly and watch as little Spock stumbled about their living room, rambling in his own unknown language as he explored around the room.

He quieted down, eventually, as all Vulcan children are taught to, something that silently broke his mother's heart, but Amanda will never deny an opportunity to show what few holograms she managed to capture of that phase-- much to McCoy's delight and Spock's mortification.

[gojoest]

satoru shares a pic of ur positive pregnancy test on all of his socials to let everyone know that he did nut in you and it was very much a success and yet another proof you’re his only

[minnow-doodle-doo]

some doodles I did for @queen-tabris 's AU

[itsrainingbubbles]

Law insists he doesn't want kids and he stands by it, he's never wanted kids and never will

At least he thought he'd never want kids but that was before he saw Luffy playing with toddlers at the playground

And as Luffy played along in their games all law could think about is how good Luffy was with kids and how good he looks with them

Suddenly all law can think of is Luffy carrying around their kid and law is desperately trying to remember all the reasons he never wanted kids in the first place but he just can't shake the image of luffy laughing with the kids at the playground

[vampyrsm]

i’m thinking about streamer bakugou who is also a dad. he turns his facecam off when his little girl comes into the room asking for her daddy & he’ll hoist her up onto his lap, let her grab at the mic or wear his headphones.

he’ll ask her to do things like name the character on the screen & it’ll be something completely random like “purple kitty” and everyone gets to hear the genuine chuckle that comes from his lips because he’s so enamoured by how cute his daughter is

[starmocha]

The chat is literally titled "I Miss You" 🥺

So he concocted a plan and bribed a child patient to help him lmao

Zayne having Cindy send voice messages to MC from his phone during work at the hospital 🥹🥹🥹

Can you just picture him directing her on what to say? Like, he was probably in the patient room checking in or in the middle of an examination, and maybe Cindy notices he looks a little sad, so the two worked out this plan and Zayne coaches her on what to say 🥹🥹🥹🥹

The mental image of Zayne stopping Cindy from revealing his treachery 😭😭

"[...] and I get what I want." ZAYNE??? SIR??? THE AUDACITY. ok babe whatever you want ily

[oh-katsuki]

cw:  jjk manga spoilers, fluff

satoru bounces a baby on his knee. his baby. he holds her under the arms, smiling down at the precious girl as she giggles incoherently each time his heel finds contact with the floor again. you can see where his hands meet your child’s under arms, holding her steady as he takes her from knee to knee. 

you don’t think satoru knows you’re watching. it’s not because of anything in particular that he’s doing, but you don’t think he’s realized yet that you’re looking. satoru’s smiling like there’s no one else in the world. his grin shakes slightly with his nerves, like he’ll never quite get used to being a father. his eyebrows, knit together in the center with his adoration and his worries, betray an unfamiliar sense of parental nerves, like satoru can’t quite comprehend how he could love something so little as much as he does. 

you can hear him talk in a low voice to his daughter as she steadily grows sleepier. she’s tuckered out, tired from giggling so much and the cry she had earlier about something that startled her. satoru though, continues to mumble in a quite voice as he leans her forward and places her head on his chest. 

he sits back in the chair so that she’ll be more comfortable, mumbling while the precious little thing dozes off against him. you can’t make out what he’s saying, but you can briefly see the way his lips form around the word for love and then, the way they form repeatedly around the name of your daughter. it looks like he’s repeating it, just saying it softly to her as she’s lulled into a sleepy babble by the rise and fall of his chest. 

it’s interesting to see satoru like this, so gentle with affection. satoru, as a person, is deceptively confident but there’s an incredible and unavoidable vulnerability in venturing into parenthood for the first time together. despite that, despite the vulnerability that you know he struggles with, he’s been so good about it. satoru takes the initiative when you seem too exhausted to get up from bed in the dead of night, lulling your child to sleep with hushed whispers or little hums. he steels his nerves when you feel your yours might crush you. still, this vulnerability is both foreign and special. 

“hey,” you walk up to him, “she get sleepy?” 

satoru nods a little, briefly glancing up at you and then back down to the face of his daughter, whose little mouth has fallen open. 

“look,” he whispers, pulling you by the wrist around to the other side of the chair and having your crouch in front of your daughter’s face. “she’s drooling.” 

he says it with so much awe that you’d think he said she was glowing. 

you tilt your head and see that he’s right. at the corner of your child’s mouth, a small sheen of spit begins to seep into satoru’s t-shirt. you find yourself laughing, looking fondly at the little mess she’s creating. 

she looks like her dad. it’s undeniable. though she has your hair and eye color, your daughter’s features are so like her father’s. her eyes are the same shape and her nose, though slightly upturned with how little she is, is his. you can see him in her. even in sleep, her expression is much like satoru’s. even her personality, which has begun to shine through the senseless baby babbling, reminds you of satoru and you can only imagine the trouble they’ll get into when she’s old enough to walk and talk. in your head, you apologize to nanami for duplicating satoru into female form. though you’re sure that wherever he’s watching from, he’s forgiven you both. 

“haha, gross,” satoru adds, his chest jostling the baby who is now dead to the world. 

“satoru,” you chide, furrowing your brows at him. 

he only turns to you and shrugs a little bit, his cheeks pink with a flush like he’s just realized again that he’s a dad and that this child is half of him. you smile at him a little, reaching up to touch the soft hair at your daughter’s temple. she’s so little. she is so small that you find yourself aching and it seems that satoru feels it too, taking a shaky breath in and then exhaling. 

--- 

the windows in the car are down. suguru is driving, shoko is in the front seat. the music from the front comes blaring through the speakers, making its way in steady pulses to the back of the car where you and satoru sit. you can’t hear what shoko and suguru are saying and they can’t hear what you and satoru or saying. 

you can feel the steady whip of the wind on your face as suguru speeds down the near empty highway and into a tunnel lit with glowing yellow-orange lights. the sound of it changes when you go in, air taking on a hollow tone that feels thick against the inside of your ears. it thunders, threatening to drown out the music in a sound you attribute solely to nights like these. 

you don’t particularly know where suguru is driving to. he’s just driving and the three of you are happy to tag along. 

you stick your head out of the car window, feeling the way your hair shifts across your forehead and smiling into the push of air against your cheeks. in the sideview mirror, you can see suguru, whose face lights up with a content smile as he spots you in it. 

satoru is beside you, his black sunglasses hanging low on the bridge of his nose and his arm positioned out of the car window beside him. his hand rests evenly across your thigh, possessive and present. 

this memory is a precious one. before suguru defected, before satoru met toji fushiguro. you and satoru were both more finicky back then, afraid of the commitment that comes with being in love but too prideful to give up entirely on the feelings you had for each other. 

satoru leans over toward the middle seat and the motion beckons you closer. you pull your head from the window, leaning in as well to hear what he’s saying over the sound of the air rushing past the car windows and the music. 

“do you-” a rush of air steals the middle of the sound. “-ids?” 

“huh?” you call, leaning in closer and scrunching your face up. 

“i asked if you think you’ll ever have kids,” satoru clarifies, calling a little louder so that you can hear. 

you jerk your head to look at him, furrowing your eyebrows. he looks oddly inquisitive, like the energy of the night as brought out some hidden vulnerability in him.

“the hell are you asking me that right now for?” you laugh a little. 

satoru shrugs, leaning close by your ear. 

“i’m just wondering,” he smiles a little, lopsided and dangerously confident in the way satoru was then, like he’s wearing a mask. 

you think on it for a moment before shaking your head. “i don’t know! probably not! depends if i live that long, i guess.” 

you laugh off the bleakness of the statement and satoru nods, rolling his eyes. you see the flash of blue as he does over the rim of his glasses and jostle him a little with your arm in response. 

he starts to lean back towards the window, but you catch him before he can. 

“what about you?”

satoru looks at you for a moment, his face unreadable. you can see his eyes over the rim of his glasses, turning over the possibility and responsibility of children. he thinks on it, before his lips quirk up into a little smile. whatever expression of thought he wore before fades away as it shifts into one of smooth confidence. 

“nah,” he breathes, sinking deeper into the seat and tilting his head up, “never.” 

then, he reaches over and takes your hand in his, turning his head to look back of the window again. satoru’s fingers interlace with yours and he offers them one little squeeze without turning to look at you. briefly, you wonder about what he’s thinking in the seat beside you. you wonder if he’s thinking about the future, about one with you, despite his reluctance to admit real feelings for you at this point. 

you turn away, still gripping his hand, back toward the air whipping past the car window. you feel it on your forehead and on your arms, raising goosebumps. the music, blares from the speakers, flooding the back from the front seat of the car where shoko and suguru sit oblivious. the world in the front of the car is separate from the one in the back. for now, you and satoru exist in a bubble. maybe you always have. 

--- 

“she’s so beautiful,” he mutter, running his finger down the bridge of her little nose. 

“she looks like you,” you say softly, crouching beside him. 

satoru turns to you, eyebrows raised like he’s shocked to hear it. 

“you think?” 

“mhm,” you hum, nodding your head a little. 

satoru’s face flushes and you see the way his chest catches a little as he looks back down at the baby perched on his chest. then, she rouses, woken up but the disruption in satoru’s breathing. 

she blinks sleep away, bleary and tired, and satoru immediately croons at her. he tilts his head gently as she rolls hers over his chest to look at him, leaving behind the little wet spot where she’d previously been drooling. 

she hasn’t been asleep long, only a few minutes, and you suspect from her face that she’ll go back to sleep soon, maybe in 20 minutes and probably in the same position she was in before. 

satoru reaches up to touch the wisps of hair by her ear. 

“hey,” he says lightly, “you drool when you sleep, did you know?” 

your daughter just blinks at him, listening to his voice but not registering what he’s said. she babbles sleepily and turns to look at you, peering at you with satoru’s eyes had he not been born with the six eyes. 

“do you want to go to bed?” he asks her, shifting his arm under her to stand up from the loveseat he’s in, “i bet you do, let’s go to bed.” 

you watch as he gathers her into his arms and lets her little head rest on his collarbone. satoru mumbles to her the entire walk to her room, saying little things without much meaning as the child begins to doze off again on his shoulder. 

you watch him walk away, smiling when he tosses you an elated but slightly nervous expression that he’s been wearing often lately. 

his soft voice recedes and you think briefly about his answer in the car that night when the music was playing loud and the air against the car windows thundered as you sped through the tunnel. it’s hard to believe that you are the same people you were then. it’s hard to have thought to guess where you’d end up or who you would both become. the things about you that never changed and the things that could have never stayed the same. still, you think about his answer then—a lie now—and thank the universe for the afterglow.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

hiii the double trouble au lives rent free in my brain like I make a full breakfast and fluff pillows daily for these men 💕

Does Colonel König want kids? 👉👈 What if he thinks he’s too old for them until he sees how sweet Wifey is with small children and he gets hit with Category 5 Baby Fever?

lord knows if the Colonel and Wifey are trying then young König will do his damndest to put a bun or two in that oven because everything is an unspoken competition between those two, ESPECIALLY paternity.

Of course young recruit has to sabotage another important project >:)

But when he hears about it he's so insulted – you want a baby and no one told him?! Have you both lost your mind??

He’s the most obvious choice for this thing: he’s young, he’s active and he’s virile… His sperm is more potent compared to the Colonel’s for sure! It’s a bad joke that you’re trying for a baby with that tired old grandpa, but luckily he’s here to save the day.

While the Colonel concentrates on making the house baby proof and ensuring that you’re both eating clean to improve your chances, young recruit simply chooses quantity over quality. Babies are made by, well, making them!

Doesn’t care if you’re ovulating or not (barely even knows what that means); you’re having sex multiple times a day. The Colonel can go and make those green fertility smoothies while he does what he does best. You can take the paternity test later, it doesn’t matter, it’s quite clear who's going to win this race. And isn’t it funny that the Colonel is out, buying a baby stroller for his kid…? :)

[lostlegendaerie]

40 seconds of peaceful babies to detox your dash

[fmhobeus]

fleeting sappy thoughts

in every universe hobie brown is a guy who doesn't do commitment. he doesn't do titles, labels, rings, cuffing as a concept. he never has a family, so he never thought about having his own. plus, the dangers of the job, can't really tell when he'd get to be there for someone. the last thing he'd do is be deadbeat. so he says he doesn't believe in starting a family. but he knows you do and he knows you sacrifice that part of you to be with him.

from time to time he does see what you see. wedding bells, suits, champagne, guests, you in a white dress followed by the obvious pregnancy tests, happy tears, your body swollen up because of him and well... a child. he smiles at the thought occasionally but he knows better than to pursue it. until one day he gives it a serious thought.

he doesn't directly mention it, of course (it's hobie.) its always innocuous.

one day he's putting on his clothes. the usual spiky belts and bracelets.

" if 'e eve' have a kid am i gon' have to put a rubba guard on my belt?" he chuckles. you laugh with him but soon realize. waittttt he never does this... never brings up kids of his own. of your own. must be mayday's impact, you believe.

it escalates though, and you let him have his moment.

when he buys you things, he often asks "ya get a baby version o' dis?" or "bet this'd look so cute on a' lil' kid righ'?"

until it culminates in him admitting it to you after a long night together. your head is on his chest. you like it that way.

"babe"

you can feel his heartbeat accelerate. it's beating so fast its reverberating through your body due to your proximity to him.

"i love you"

"hmm i love you too" you say, but you know he's stalling.

"i look good inna suit innit?" he smirks down at you. you smile at him, he always looks good. "and you'd look bomb in 'ose long white gowns yeah?"

"somebody you know getting married, hobes? you dont be bringing up wedding attire outta no where..."

"i jus' been... ya know... considering it... n shi'. it's all cuz a' you. i been thinkin', you in white, band on tha' hand type... then eventually make you all swollen up cuza' me... i's hot as shit"

"sicko" you taunt.

"can' really help it, can i love?"