#this pregnancy brain is really turning me into an idiot

[bunnys-kisses]

little mouse - simon "ghost" riley

pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x reader rating: 18+summary: Simon Riley never thought about legacy. The idea of carrying on his ‘lineage’. He was a man on a mission, there was no time to settle down and have a couple of brats running around. The idea of being a father didn’t really sound too enticing, in a way he didn’t think he’d even be a GOOD father. So he simply ignored the idea. That was until he met you. tags: dark themes, breeding/pregnancy kink, dub/non-con, he won't take no as an answer, mating press, dirty talk, dacryphilia, delusional!ghost, choking, rough sex, 3.3k words

a/n: this is a work of fiction. read at your own risk.

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 Simon Riley never thought about legacy. The idea of carrying on his ‘lineage’. He was a man on a mission, there was no time to settle down and have a couple of brats running around. The idea of being a father didn’t really sound too enticing, in a way he didn’t think he’d even be a GOOD father. So he simply ignored the idea. That was until he met you.

The cute little private that scurried around base like a little mouse. And while Simon had never caught a mouse, there was no time like the present to do so. You were simply so small, he wondered if he’d even fit inside of you. But he had plans if it didn’t work like that. But, he’d make sure he could at least get the tip in. He wanted to feel that sweet heat around him.

Such a fragile little thing, he could easily break you. One wrong move and you’d be painted black and blue. If he grabbed you too hard, he could break your arm, smack your ass too hard and leave you with broken blood vessels. There was just too much that he could do. And a sick part of him wanted to do it all. But his main drive was to make sure that the womb was stuffed.

When he has some alone time, he’d often fantasize about you. He thought of your sweet scent, your tight cunt. The noises you’d make, how flushed you’d get. As he pleasured himself, he thought about bullying your cunt. He wanted to make you scream as he filled you to your brim.

He wanted to bruise your spongy cervix and make sure no other man could ever paint your insides white. That was a task for him and him alone. He’d make sure that you wouldn’t dare to THINK about other men. You were his and he’d do everything in his power to make sure that you were reminded of that. Even if you didn’t know it yet.

The sheer thought of you changing on a fundamental level to carry his child. The change in every sense of the word, from single to a mother. The leftover pregnancy fat at your hips, the heaviness of your breasts. Even your brain would change. And the thought of his little mouse swollen with his (many) children, left him aching for more.

Even as he finished on his fist, with his breath ragged, he yearned for you. And it was only a matter of time before he went mouse trapping.

-

Turns out he could catch a mouse with a nice treat. He had found out about your sweet tooth and led you back to his quarters. He had enough when he watched you take the sweet out of his palm with your mouth. His blood boiled with a sexual rush.

With the candy in your mouth, he grabbed you by the hair and titled your head back so you met face to face with him. His voice was low as he said, “You think you can tease me?”

You whimpered, “It was a joke, lieutenant.” So vulnerable, so small.

He chuckled darkly, “I think you’re lying. I see you around base, and I have to say I think you’re teasing’ me. Makin’ me look like an idiot as you run around base. I bet you’re sleeping’ with other men. Slut.”

You whined, “Please! I’m not!”

 “I think you are.” He heard you bite down on the candy in fear. He got closer and started to pull at your pants. He felt his cock twitch in his own pants as he struggled to get your clothes off. He swore he could hear your heartbeat from where he was. You were scared, good.

  “Please, Lieutenant Ghost. Please!” You practically squeaked. You tried to push him away but he only got closer. He dragged you as he took your pants off.

He grabbed your hair once more and glared down at you. His chest rapidly rose and fell. “Be good, little mouse. You better take me like a good girl, because if you don’t you’ll tear.”

You had tears in your eyes and felt him wipe them away with the calloused palm of his other hand. You sniffled, “Please, sir. I’m not trying to tease you. Don’t hurt me.”

He delicately kissed your forehead, “I could never hurt you. But I can’t promise that my cock won’t stretch you out. That’s why you gotta be good for me.” His voice was a low purr as he laid you out on the bed. The bag of candies had been cast to the side as he got on top of you.

You swallowed back fear, the tears came and he licked a stray one away off of your cheek. For a moment you thought about running to the closest commander. But who was going to believe you? You were nothing but a mouse, and Simon was the phantom that could burn this entire base down if he so desired. No one would believe that the shadow, the ghost, would ruin a sweet little private.

You felt your throat tighten as you let out a quiet sob.

He got you out of your clothes, you were more agreeable now. You understood that you were under Simon. You were his little mouse. The one who had every intention of knocking up, even if you didn't exactly consent to it.

The idea of you swollen with his child turned him on, it made his stomach tighten from the mental image. He loomed over you, his breathing heavy from the course of euphoria in his system.

A life away from combat, somewhere his precious wife could have their family. He'd keep you full, all you had to do was keep giving him little brats. He grit his teeth as he stared down at you.

You were shaking like a leaf, you were scared of what was going to come next. He already had you naked. You felt your heart in your throat, you couldn't even scream for help.

  “My mouse.' he said, ”So small.“ He brushed his clothed cock up against you and shuddered, ”I could break you and it wouldn't even be that hard.“ His voice was low, ”You need to be kept safe. Somewhere quiet.“

You frowned, ”I am strong.“

The corner of his mouth turned upwards, ”I bet. I bet everyone has told you your entire life that you were a strong woman who didn't need any man.“ He pinned your arms over your head, ”But I know better. You'd be happier with a husband and a big piece of land.“ He kissed your bare neck.

You whimpered and squirmed in his grasp, but there was no escaping him. Simon Riley had gotten his talons into you and he was not letting go. You squirmed more as you felt his hot breath against your neck.

  ”These hands aren't meant to kill.“ He growled, you could feel the calluses on his palm, ”They're meant to wrangle my kids and bake bread.“ He chuckled softly.

  ”I can kill.“ You said it was almost too innocent.

He barked out a loud, which made you jump, ”Sure thing, sweetheart. I bet it would be so easy for you to get out of this mess and fight me off.“ He pressed his hardened cock further against you, ”That's probably why you're fuckin' other men. In the hopes they'd protect ya. But don't worry, little mousey, I'll keep you safe.“

You whimpered, ”I never slept with anyone on base.“

He looked at you once more, “Well. If that's true then I guess my job will be a little easier. Knowing' that my swimmers are the only ones in you.”

  “Please, Sir.” You whimpered, “We can pretend like this never happened. I promise not to tell a soul!”

He laughed again, those sharp eyes glared down at you, “Why would we want to pretend this didn't happen? Do you not want to remember the night we made our first brat?”

You felt a twist in your gut. You had gone off birth control when you joined so you didn't have to worry about maintaining the schedule of taking it. Without any other protection there was a high chance that he could actually knock you up.

You tried to kick him off but he was just solid muscle that it was like kicking a wall. You started to cry which only made the man pinning you down groan.

  “Cryin' is not going to help, lovie. If I don't get you now, you'll slip away and into another man's arms. Now relax, I'll take care of everything.”

He took off his own clothes, the sight of his large cock made you freeze. He chuckled at the expression on your face. Once he was bare he kept you pinned to the bed once more.

 “Like what you see?” He asked.

You looked up to him again, there was worry in your eyes. You swallowed before you spoke, “it's not going to fit.” You felt a surge of anxiety rush through you. Something like that was not going to fit in your tight hole. 

He nodded, “It will. Pussies can take a hell of a beatin'. I told you if you were good I'd make sure that I took my time so I didn't tear you.“

  ”It will tear anyway.“ You replied.

  ”I wouldn't worry about your little head, my little mouse. Just don't tense when I put it in.“ He replied as he rubbed the top of your head before he got back on his heels and grabbed your hips.

You felt so perfect in his grasp. Sometimes sso delicate and tiny against him. You were perfect, even if you were so small. Maybe he wouldn't bruise you. But he would still breed you, bruise that poor cervix of yours.

 “You're a good girl.” He said, “You know how to behave.” He brushed his fingers through your hair. You gazed up at him with concern, “I'll make sure nothing hurts you.”

You braced for impact as he went to guide his cock into you. You squeezed your face and tensed up. It made him groan as he couldn't even get the tip in.

  “Now, girlie. You better relax, or I'm finding another hole to fuck and I don't have any lube.” He growled.

You held onto the bed under you and took a shaky breath. This was happening. The litenutant was going to fuck you lie a second rate whore in the hopes of getting you knocked up for his sick carnal need to breed.

He watched you relax before he tried again. He shuddered as he managed to get an inch in. It felt like the wind was knocked out of him.

You looked up at him once more, trying to keep yourself together to not squeeze too tight. You were being violated by a much larger man, but yet you were soaked between your legs. The more he pushed in, the more you felt it in the deepest parts of you.

By the time he had all of his cock inside of you, it felt like it was in the back of your throat. He was so big, you didn't know how he did not get light headed when he got an erection.

  “Good girl.” He growled. He hunched over you and kept you pinned to the bed by your hips. He loved the chubbiness to your thighs and hips, a squishiness that made his heart skip. You were a perfect woman.

  “Please pull out.” You gave it one last feeble attempt.

He chuckled as he gazed into your eyes, “No, no. Gotta add a little more fat to your belly. Gotta keep the brats nice and protected.” He leaned in further and began to make out with you as he moved you so your knees were to your chest and your pussy was facing upwards.

He had you squished between his large body and the creaky bed. The kiss was heavy and wet, his tongue explored your mouth. While in other scenarios it would've been sweet, but not when the power dynamic was uneven and you had little say in what was happening.

But he thought that the position was perfect, a way to make sure every drop stayed in you. The thought made his cock twitch inside of you.

  “Ah, Sir.” You whimpered.

He chuckled, his lips close to you. But then he pulled you back in for another searing kiss. His pace began to pick up as he kept you under him.

You were becoming so perfect. He couldn't wait to mark your insides with his cum. To paint you as his. Hopefully today would be his lucky day and it would be the day he got you pregnant.

You whimpered against him and laid there. His cock was so thick, it felt like someone was trying to fuck you with a bottle. Every hard thrust made the air leave you lungs, and it was hard to put more air in as he kept kissing you.

He wanted to keep you quiet. He didn't need his wife to squeal on him. He couldn't let the mouse leave the trap. The bed creaked under you and you breathed rapidly through your nose.

When he pulled away, he placed a strong hand over your neck and kept you pinned to the bed. You made a strangled noise as he picked up the pace. You could feel the blood rush to your head and he thought that was perfect.

His cock was heavy inside of you, his balls slapped against your ass as he kept you in the mating press. His erection slammed against your womb, you knew you'd ache for days.

This was everything he hoped for.

You let out another strangled noise and he told you to keep quiet. You tried to complain but he tightened his hand a little tighter around your throat.

  “No one needs to know how well you take cock.” He growled.

  “Please, Sir... Mister Ghost, please.” You whimpered.

  “No, no, my little mouse. I caught you fair and square. All it took were a few candies and I had you right where I needed ya. You're too trusting.” He said, “You should be somewhere safe with a man who can protect you.”

You pouted at him, “Please. I am strong.”

  “I know you are. Only a strong woman can give me kids. But you are just a little mouse. And I'm going to eat you up and breed you.” The last of the sentence dripped off his tongue like poison as he continued to thrust.

You felt every thrust in your bones, every inch of his cock stretched your pussy. It was painful but your body betrayed you and found pleasure in it. It felt sickening but there was no stopping the ghost.

It was hard to breathe with your knees to your chest. With him rearranging your abdomen. His attempts to batter your cervix left you feeling achy. It hurt but it also made your head swim with a sick wanton lust that made you almost angry with yourself.

Maybe it was a way to rationalize what he was doing to you. But as you stared at his scarred face, those dark eyes gazing at you as he pushed up into your body. You thought to yourself, at least if you had a husband like him, you'd always be safe. And maybe your kids would be cute.

It Was his words getting into your mind but it was hard to think of much else as he abused your sex. His cock invaded your womb and shaped it so it was perfect for his cock.

  “Don't worry, sweetheart, you'll get looser after the first few kids.' He grumbled in your ear as he continued to move.

You squirmed as you felt your backside grow numb from the position, ”Please, sir.“

  ”Be good.“ He said gruffly.

  ”Don't get me pregnant.“

  ”Too late.“ He said quietly, ”You're mine. You, me and all the brats you can pump out. You're not going anywhere. No need for all this training, just be a good wife and let your husband fuck you.“

It was as if Simon was delusional. But it was hard to keep a man like that away, not when they possessed so much power. He could snap your neck or break your legs if he really tried.

You should've never followed him back. You shouldn't have been such a silly, stupid little mouse and gotten yourself stuck in a trap. Because this was what it was, baby trapping.  

He was going to trap you with him. There was no escaping after this, even if you weren't pregnant. He'd simply take what he wanted and man handle you into sex again. He was a man on a mission, just like on the field.

The thrusts became erratic, he could feel the twist of pleasure in his gut as he fucked you. His breathing grew heavier as did yours. He licked his lips at the sight of the bruises on your body from how he handled you.

There was no denying what he did.

  ”Gonna be a good girl and let me breed you. Fuck all that need to be independant out of you.“ He growled, ”Make you a nice petty, pregnant wife.“

You nodded meekly, your cheeks were flushed, your body was bruised inside and out. You were going to be sore even before you found out you were pregnant.

 ”Good girl.“ He patted the side of your face, ”Good fuckin' girl.“

He continued to thrust into you, the bed moved against the wall with each thrust. The heat between you two left you hot all over.

You panted wildly and squeezed your eyes shut as your body betrayed you once more and you orgasmed. You clung onto the covers under you and let out a sharp exhale as you came.

Your cunt tightened around his cock and it was enough to send him over the edge and climax himself. As he rode out his orgasm, his pace slowed down. Soon he was still with his softened, yet still impressive cock inside of you.

You whined as you tried to lay fully out of the bed. But he kept your hips up to make sure every drop slid into your womb. He gripped your hips and started to move once more.

  ”No, please. I've had enough.“

  ”Too bad, lovie. I've gotten a taste for you and I'm not stopping until my balls are empty.“ He slapped your ass and you whined.

So much for a future in the military. You guessed you'd have to live with a military wife.

-

It had been a year since you left the military, since then your belly had gotten an impressive shape to it. It took a lot of work, but you ended up pregnant with Simon's baby.

Currently you were facing the door of your bedroom with your pussy stretched around your husband's cock. His hands were on your belly.

Large calloused hands were feeling up the slope of your pregnant belly. He loved the heft to it. He was told it was going to be quite a large baby when it comes out.

 ”Ah, sir.“ You gasped.

Some habits die hard.

  ”That's it, sweetheart. Keep workin' those hips.“ He encouraged. He groaned through a tense jaw as he felt the underside of your belly.

 ”Please, ah!“

 ”Perfect.“ He groaned, ”Gonna keep you pregnant for a long time.“ He chuckled softly to himself.

You whimpered, ”Please, I love you.“ You sounded so desperate.

At the end of the day, the little mouse had learned to love her trap. And in return she got a nice round belly to show her love.

xoxo, bunny

[wroteclassicaly]

Daddy Steve

(Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Summary: Steve finds out you’re pregnant.

Warnings: Language, hurt/comfort, best-friends to lovers, Daddy!Steve, mentions loss of virginity, alludes to smut, nausea, throwing up, and pregnancy stuff.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female Reader

A/N: Ever since that Daddy Steve comment in season three, my brain can’t get a breeding kink addicted Steve outta my filthy ass head! And thus, I bring you more trash that you didn’t ask for, lol!! I might do a part two with smut?? Enjoy! - Kristen <3

“C’mon, you love this stuff, honey,” Steve mumbles around a mouthful of buttery popcorn.

You’re smashed between him and your shared best-friend, Robin Buckley—on the sofa, watching some newly released horror film that went straight to video, and right into Steve’s VCR. You have to fight everything inside of you not to gag on the smell of popped kernels, urges to inhale, an automatic reflex that only serves to make your predicament worse. Robin wrinkles her nose in distaste, reaching across you and shoving his wrist away.

“Because having greasy ass butter on your chin is really encouraging her to try it out, Harrington.”

“Mhm,” You say, a half whimper slipping out. Your stomach rolls, making you automatically grip onto your baggy denim over shirt, the small swelling of your tummy a comfort.

Fuck the morning sickness… when did this start happening?

Robin’s eyes glance at you with a pitying worry, raising a brow in silent communication. You shake your head, giving her an ‘I’m fine’ signal, dodging Steve’s last classic film snack advance. When you catch sight of his tongue working to clean off his mouth’s corner, that ache teeters between your thighs, a rush of words tumbling off your lips.

“I have to go pee.” You scramble from the couch, nearly tripping over worn converse in the process.

And, as it turns out, your excuse is an even more idiotic thing to say. Steve’s voice halts you in your footfalls.

“Again? That’s like, the fifth time in an hour. And unless you’re chugging from some secret flask, I haven’t seen you drink much of anything, either.”

“I…”

“Dude, do not ever question a woman again about her bathroom habits, okay?” Robin interjects, giving him the Robin look.

“If she’s on her period she can just tell us that. You think I give a crap? We’re all friends here.” Steve shrugs a shoulder, tossing the empty popcorn bag down and ducking his salty fingers into his mouth with a delectable ‘pop’.

You’re momentarily lost within the realm of your raging hormones. Your doctor had told you to expect fluctuating moods, surprising shifts in your appetite; sexually, emotionally, physically, and nutrition wise. That explains why you’re always stealing Dustin’s sour candy and eating spoonfuls of peanut butter at 3:00 AM, crying at reruns of Cheers, and currently ogling your best-friend like he’s always been yours, and isn’t currently pining for someone else. Steve isn’t yours, despite what he’s put inside of you after one needy night together. His dark irises suddenly find you gawking, leaving him confused.

The way his nose is shaped, his jawline structure, that delicious neck he permitted you to mark at one point, that gorgeously soft hair you spent all night pulling, to that sinfully beautiful mouth—you’re speechless and very overwhelmed.

I need him…

He starts to move, but you hold up a hand. That would be sensory overload. “I should definitely go home after. I’ve got an early shift at the store tomorrow.” You lie.

“After what? Peeing?” Steve laughs.

Another ever changing hormone snaps your irritation, causing you to roll your eyes, desire lightly dissipating. “Obviously. That cool with you, King Harrington? Or do you need to further bore me with your pathetic excuse for a movie pick?”

Robin starts to edge back from Steve, his own anger at your snapping at him seeping through, coming off him in dangerous waves.

“Okay, what is with this goddamned attitude? We always watch bullshit movies and you’ve never complained about it before!”

“Mr. Former Prom King isn’t keen on attitudes now? Sounds like a problem that’s not mine.” You push, unable to stop yourself. After all, it’s better than feeling like garbage listening to him go on and on about Nancy, not even knowing he took your virginity and got you pregnant in one go.

If Steve could tuck his eyebrows into his hairline then they’d be there. His hands pinch his hips, lips pursed as he’s clenching his teeth.

“You know what, you should leave. Between your bitching, constant bathroom breaks, and acting too stuck up to watch a movie and eat some popcorn with your friends, you’re not much fun to be around anyways.”

“Steve!” Robin scolds.

“What? Princess is allowed to act like she’s too good to hang out lately and we can’t be upset about it?” Steve motions to you with a tipped hand.

There’s a burning brimming your eyes before you can stop it. You’d prefer the anger. Steve’s hands tighten at his sides, jaw twitching, a biting question, battling his urges to comfort you and apologize for upsetting you. “Why are you even crying right now?”

“Let’s all just calm down and breathe, okay?” Robin stands now, tiptoeing to meet in the middle of you.

“I was calm. I think you need to talk to her about all this. As a matter of fact, call her tomorrow after I call her a cab and she leaves, because I know she’s not working in the morning, and she just lied to our faces.” Steve adds.

Your face flushes, stomach tightening. That sickness is overpowering you, taking control. You can’t stop that watering in your eyes, blurring your vision, making your two best-friends blobs in the distance. They start arguing back and forth, Steve’s evident confusion at Robin defending your behavior, and Robin pleading with him to give you a break. You don’t say anything, but turn on your heel and make the walk down the hallway, barricading yourself in the bathroom and taking care of your pressing bladder, head in your hands as you silently cry.

Being a simple band geek that harbored a crush on Steve for years, turning into his best-friend too when you and Robin began working at the mall with him, to leaning on each other when Starcourt fell into shambles and monsters became very real to you, finalizing one shared night three months ago—it all happened so fast. Steve never said anything more after, just thanked you for being there for him and checked in on you with phone calls and a work chat. You couldn’t bear staying with him that night, either, so you had left, leaving your virginity and your scent behind on Steve’s sheets. You wanted to, you needed him as much as he had to have you, but you weren’t sure how to feel about it, and Robin had picked it up right away—scolding you, before asking how it was and if you were alright. She’s been there for you through it all, and you’re double on the guilt at dragging her into this mess.

“Honey?” A heavy rasping of knuckles and a deep voice, a softer tone is sighing out on the other side.

You imagine him in that Steve Harrington lean, his ankle crossed over the other, palm on the framework, posture leaning into the doorway. Heaving out a breath you shouldn’t have held, you finish and wash your hands, throat constricting around a painful gulp as you unlatch the lock and pull open the door.

You’re right.

His lips making that familiar motion, dark eyes saddened, worried, guilt ridden. You don’t even let him speak, locking your arms around his striped clad waist, arms sliding down, wrists brushing his leather belt. You inhale his laundry detergent, cologne spritzed scent, sniffling your apologies in quiet words. He lets you go on, pulling away a minute later to grip your shoulders, squeezing. “If you are on your period… or you’re upset about something, or I pissed you off, will you please talk to me?”

Your heartbeat gallops full speed ahead, thrumming sporadically against your throat. “I’m not on my period, Steve.” The words feel dry, your lips too chapped to even speak.

“Then what is it, and why can you tell Robin but not me?” He sounds hurt. Really hurt.

You find yourself at a loss, tongue stumbling to scrape up scraps of words. Nothing comes.

“She hasn’t told me shit, but I know that she knows what’s going on?”

You escape his words, chickening out. “My cab ride will probably be here soon, I better go.”

“I never called a cab.” Steve crosses his arms over his chest now. “And I wasn’t going to, you just pissed me off.”

“Yeah, well… ditto.” You snark, not meaning to.

“Okay, care to share why? Because I do everything I can to make sure you’re safe and you’re smiling. It makes me feel like shit when you feel like shit.”

Every scenario you imagined telling Steve about carrying his baby in, you never thought it would be him hovering over your blubbering, nauseated, hot mess form. But as you look into those eyes of his—glittering with undiluted concern, pulse vibrating off your lungs, ping ponging off your jugular, the words come on their own.

“I’m pregnant.”

That very popular symptom of sickness overtakes you, having you abandoning Steve in the doorway with your confession, your knees hitting the floor, head over the toilet bowl as it all comes out. And you sob. Over exerted from physical exhaustion, mentally tired over a guilty conscious, and ready to go to sleep—you pathetically cling to the Harrington’s guest toilet, panting, mouth wet, trembling hand reaching for your hair, only to be swept away. When you look up your heart takes a painful blow, stuttering in your chest. Steve’s eyes are watering, teeth gnawing on his lower lip.

He looks wounded, defeated. Like you kicked him into a gutter and left him there. Alone.

Still, he helps you lean back, stretching his long arm to flush the toilet and reach for a decorative hand towel, using the bathtub faucet behind him to wet it and press it along your forehead, edging down your neck, finally cleaning your mouth. He’s so gentle, so delicate in his touches, aside from his own emotions. You grip his wrist, seeing the dried tears matting his gorgeous lashes, holding his hand in yours. “I’m sorry.”

“How long have you known?” Is all he can croak, voice shaky and damp. He settles back against the wall, you following suit, still holding his hand in yours.

“Two months.”

“We had sex three months ago.” He reminds you, as if maybe he’s unsure how to approach it.

He remembers?

“I found out when I was already four weeks. Besides, it can’t be anyone else’s when I’ve only slept with you.”

“But we were just together for one night.” He looks confused, scrubbing a hand over his face, sniffing.

“Yeah, Steve, we were.” You hope to god that he gets the message without you having to say it.

It takes him moments, which feel like eternity. And then you are very aware of his pointed stare. “Are you telling me I’ve been the only guy to ever take you to bed?”

“Looks like it. Congrats.” You mutter, lifting your knees, an indulging stance your little swollen bump won’t let you complete. You grab over it, an instinctive reaction. Steve’s directing a watchful eye over your bulky denim, swallowing, his words coming out meek, gently. “Can I see?”

You look like a deer caught in headlights, moving to drop his hand, but he holds on, fingertips drawing circles over the back of your palm. “It’s okay.”

It relaxes you enough to agree, using your right hand to lift the denim, your simple lavender top stretched over the small swell that’s nestled at your navel, expanding towards your hips. You feel Steve move your joined hands over the fabric, scraping, scratching, dipping down underneath the bottom, hovering. “It won’t hurt it if I feel, right?”

This makes you laugh softly, shaking your head. “You didn’t pay attention in health class at all, did you?” At his exasperated dumbfounded look, you continue. “S’ okay, Steve. Just please don’t push on anything, because I can’t promise you the front of your shirt won’t look like the Exorcist after.”

“That bad, huh?” He questions, sincerity dripping through his words.

“You have no idea.” You help him raise your tee beneath your breasts, that cute and developing bump in all its glory. Your skin, already getting a couple more stretch marks, shines in the low light of the bathroom, your breathing and Steve’s all that is audible.

Times like this you wish you had your Polaroid to take his absolutely fascinated stare in. His big hand closes over it, pressing feather light, his watch showing 10:01 PM. It feels so damned good to have him know, to have someone touching you like this. And oddly… it’s as if this is how it should always be.

Steve is on the precipice of unknown, a possessive derailment wiggling its way into his normally calm exterior. His baby. Parts of him that fused with parts of you, growing an entire human being. And the sheer fact that you’re swollen with his child? He has to fight every way that pummels a fire into the pit of his stomach.

“I took your virginity when we made this?” He is marveling.

You clear your throat, embarrassed. “You did.”

He sniffles once more, then he’s palming circles across your stomach, before respectfully tugging your shirt down and adjusting it. He makes a move to halt you from shaking the denim back down. “You don’t have to hide it anymore. Please, don’t.”

You give a watery look of incredulous admiration, grateful he’s still the Steve Harrington you have come to know.

And love…

But he doesn’t have to be privy to that part.

“They said I should be able to hear its heartbeat next week.” A lightened load off your chest has you audibly relaxing against Steve’s shoulder—unintentional, but natural—his arm resting around your shoulders, kneading out mounts of week long tension.

“How big is it? I mean… can they tell?” His fascinating questionnaires have you giddy.

Ever the inquiring man.

You move your neck from side to side, attempting to fixate on the knots, trying to get some squeeze off your muscles. Steve takes notice immediately, his fingers tucking beneath your shirt collar, pinching your flesh and rolling it under his easy grip. “Don’t worry, I got you. How’s that?”

“Mhm, s’ good, Stevie.” His nickname tumbles free, making him squeeze you affectionately. “A plum, by the way.”

He does rear back this time, bewildered, a ‘huh’ pressed into the line between his brows.

You laugh, his ministrations on your neck’s nape continuing. “The baby. It’s the size of a plum, is the way they described it to me. Or whatever I wanna think of that is that size.”

“Can I come?” When you frown, he’s quick to continue, his voice a raspy whisper, still tear-dampened. “To the appointment, I mean.”

You won’t deny how your heart is racing, how his wanting to be involved is both scary and welcomed, but you’re also on the defense, walls up. You can only imagine what his parents will think, what everyone will think. And Nancy… You don’t want to ruin anyone’s future from one one sided night of meaningless sex.

Steve can see the wheels turning in your head, your muscles tensing beneath his touch. It’s a bit frightening.

“Honey—“

“I didn’t need anyone’s permission in deciding to have or keep this baby, Steve. I don’t expect any help, I don’t want any pity support. I’ll be fine on my own.”

The familiarity of descending guilt slaps you in the face, Steve’s shocked look peppering his features. “You think I don’t want to help with my own baby? You think I’m that much of a fucking douchebag?!” He stands now, hands on his hips in that stern way.

You too attempt to stand, gripping the empty towel rack to keep steady. “I didn’t know if that’s what you’d want, Steve. We’re both still so young. It’s my body, so the decision to carry our child was up to me. If I wasn’t going to, I still would’ve told you. As for helping? Like I said, we’re both young and you’re attached… elsewhere.” You try, carefully avoiding her name. “S’ not like I was excited to be the Midwest mom that traps the former heartthrob.”

“Then that would make me the Midwest dad that should’ve worn a condom and taken care of you more. If we’re sharing blame here, let’s even it out.”

You’re very aware he meant something else, but it brings you right back to being beneath him, your legs wide open, thighs trembling, hands holding purchase, unsure, going with him, letting Steve lead. That burning loss of feeling Steve Harrington between your thighs is enough to cause you to squeeze your legs, drawing his attention. And whatever this fresh feeling is, he seems to be feeling it too.

Steve lets his arm shift, fingers combing your hair back behind your ear. “You thinkin’ about it?”

You’re pitifully admitting, hands cupping his back as you slink into his embrace. It’s warm, it’s safe, it’s Steve Harrington. There will be a time for talking, but now isn’t it, now is soaking each other in, being together, with your baby boy or girl.

“I’m thinking a lot of things.” Is your answer, but it’s enough for him to remember how you felt that night, the way you gave yourself to him and stayed right there with him.

There’s a soft air around you both, seemingly helping ward off your aching insides, letting the nausea vanish. Your hand wraps itself over the swell, Steve watching in admiration, hand lowering onto your own. It’s back and forth grins, and you’re pulling away as you remember Robin is still in the living room. Stepping forward and out of Steve’s too warm for your hormones to handle embrace, you turn on the bathroom faucet to wash your hands and cup some water into them, drinking and swishing the nasty taste out. Steve doesn’t take his eyes off you, even as you both find your shared best-friend in living room, brow raised in concern and amusement.

Your bump is on full display and she is shaking her short mane, eyeing Steve’s doe eyed gaze, the color on his cheeks. “Aww, congrats, Daddy Dingus.”

You burst into laughter, full on.

[merakiui]

Helloooo! I’d like to order a flower bouquet + strawberry ice cream from the misc. menu as well as some lemon squares + custard donuts from the midnight menu for Scaramouche <3

yandere!scaramouche x (gender neutral) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, dub-con, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, friends with benefits, forced pregnancy/baby-trapping (no pronouns; reader has a pussy), modern college au note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

You’re writing a paper.

Sitting at your desk, scrolling through clothes online, you wonder if your meager paycheck will cover the shipping costs. This is all research. Research that is very necessary in the paper-drafting process, of course! You click on an outfit just as Scaramouche looks up from his phone.

Correction. You’re trying to write a paper.

“Great progress. I can really see the thought you put into this.”

“I’m envisioning it as we speak.”

“Yeah? Doesn’t seem to be getting you anywhere.” He sets his phone down and leans closer. “Last I checked you’re not writing about clothes.”

“Last I checked,” you say, mocking him, “I didn’t ask for commentary. Don’t you have anything better to do?” 

A smug smile sharpens on his face. “I can think of a few things.”

Groaning, you shove him away. “No way. Not today.”

“Why not? It didn’t seem to bother you that last time when we did it before your lecture. You were so out of it you didn’t want me to leave you alone. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Not my fault I was tired! Don’t tell me you’ve never said and done stupid things when you’re running on three hours of sleep.”

“Not once,” he declares, looking quite proud. As if it’s some grand achievement. Does he want an award? “And even if I was, I wouldn’t be reduced to sugary, sappy putty.”

“I called you ‘sweetheart’ once by mistake. Get over it.”

Scaramouche rests his elbow on the desk, his cheek in his hand. “I don’t think I want to.”

Shutting your laptop, you turn in your chair to face him. “And I don’t think I want to fuck you today.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Oh, you’re gonna do all the work?”

“That’s the plan. Be grateful I’m so good to you,” he teases, leaning closer and closer until—

You block your lips before he can capture them. “I really can’t today. Paper aside, I don’t have any protection and I’m not on birth control right now.”

“It doesn’t have to be inside.” He sits back in his chair, exuding casual confidence. “Unless you want to risk it.”

You try to put enough ice in your glare, but it melts quickly. You really shouldn’t. It’s not a safe day. You really, really shouldn’t…

Scaramouche raises a brow, waiting for your reply.

Despite everything, you’re wheedled into it anyway. You’re not even sure what you want. Is it yes or no? It’s been months since you fell into this arrangement with him—the campus’s infamous lone wolf who goes out of his way to make himself unapproachable. Or, according to your friends, he’s more of a lonely stray cat in need of a friend. Scaramouche had scoffed when you told him that.

Your friends are idiots, he said with a scowl. It only made him look even more like a grumpy cat in need of companionship. Not that you’d ever tell him that. It would only serve to stoke the flames of his ire.

But right now, looking up at him while he ruts into you, sweat sticking in all the right places, his hair falling over his eyes, you’re inclined to agree with that observation. There’s a depth to his gaze that draws you in, a sad glimmer hiding behind the ardor. There’s never been any attachment outside of the bedroom. You’re not even sure if he considers you a friend.

Still, you wonder…

“Scara, do you—” You cut yourself off with a startled gasp, your nails curling into his shoulders. He’s holding you down by your hips, fucking into you like the world’s about to end. “S-Slow down. Wait, I—aah—oh!”

He sucks in a staggered breath through grit teeth, his jaw set firmly. “You’re never going to leave me.”

Your brain stalls out, and suddenly you’re not sure how to respond. He doesn’t lessen the brutal pace at which he thrusts, so you’re forced to piece together a half-coherent answer amidst your groans.

“N-Not anytime soon—mmh… Why? What’s up?”

Scaramouche lifts his head from your neck. A strange smile turns the corners of his lips up. “It’s not a question. I wasn’t giving you a choice.”

You blink back at him, lust-drunk and dazed. The horror edges in, slow and steady like invasive rot. It isn’t until he’s pinning your legs up by your ears to force you into another position that the implication finally catches up to you. You claw at his back with weak strokes, babbling futile protests against his mouth. In response, his cock throbs inside of you, pressed so deep in this position you fear the repercussions. He kisses you with much the same force, insistent on driving you into the mattress—on pinning you here until you finally submit. Until the last of your resolve withers away, stamped out and replaced with something agreeable.

“Even if you wanted to,” he says around a shaky laugh, seeming positively deranged, “you couldn’t.”

You think you should be worried, but you’re so stunned with this development that your brain can’t keep up. Embarrassingly, you cum with a strangled sort of cry, your pussy clenching tight. He hisses through his teeth, fucks you through the high of your orgasm, and then falls with you, his own climax fast like a flash.

You’re panting in the aftermath. What just happened?

Scaramouche keeps you plugged with his cock for as long as he possibly can before he’s sliding out, flaccid and spent. For now, you suspect, for there will certainly be more later if your wits aren’t about you by then.

“Pill,” you mumble, voice hoarse from crying. You shake him, hoping he’ll climb off of you and get to it. “Scaraaa…”

Oddly, for someone who never shows any vulnerability, he clings. “We’ve got time. I’ll get it. Don’t worry.”

You don’t believe him. Not when his hand strays to your stomach. His palm brushes over the area once. He sighs, wholly satisfied.

“We’ve got time…”

Nine months of it, in fact. But that goes unspoken. If not today, there’s always tomorrow. You know he won’t rest until then. Neither will you. Your heart is too big, too soft, for that lonely stray cat, and part of you wonders if he knows that.

[swampstew]

Ok so I am basing this ask off this post:

https://www.tumblr.com/stuckinthewrongworld/754204449503870976?source=share

Could you do this with Law, Kid, and/ or Zoro please? You guys have some fun, but have to go your separate ways for a little bit, but end up in the same place again just a few months later. You've been so busy, you haven't noticed the changes to your body, only that you're more tired, but you think it's just because of everything you've had to accomplish. But he notices right away, because he remembered every little detail about you. Maybe your shirt lifts up and he notices? Or you have a tight fitting shirt on? Idk I'm so in love with this concept I NEED to read it!

-🐍

Hebi the way I had to be on life support for this....the way my uterus was like ok time to be a problem since my womb is empty from this...I could only knock out (HAHAHAHAHA) one for Kid but I plan to repost it along with Law and Zoro's POVs at a later time. Brain only light up for Punk tonight.

Summary: You have a casual relationship with Eustass Kid, a here and there type of thing. At least that's how it felt on your end. You didn't know he felt about you, the way he sees you, the way he wants you. No matter what. No bumps in the road can sway him. CW: Eustass Kid x F Reader, accidental pregnancy scenario - something short and sweet based off this post | no actual smut, all fluff and tenderness from someone so brash and violent

Kid clocks it right away. He’s so eager when he sees you, finding you on the dock instantly, and the first thing he notices are the dark circles under your eyes and your breasts look particularly perky in your top. He makes himself known, to your surprise, pulling you into a giant hug and asks you if you’re ok.

You tell him you’re just tired from work and your social battery was pretty much drained all the time, but you are happy to see him again. His hand traces your sallow cheeks as you tell him what you’ve been up to before he decides he’s going to carry you to the nearest food stall to get you both something to eat. He holds you while you hold the bags of food, cradled against his muscular chest as he takes long, impatient strides to your home. He’s going to get to the bottom of this and he wants to do it without his crew hovering.

He tells you about his adventures while you eat, if it can be called eating since you a few bites before you looked queasy, abandoning your plate and drinking ginger ale instead. Kid pushes his plate away and brings you to your feet, bringing you to his chest as he his hands gently caress your hips.

“I’ve been gone for a while now. Has anything happened?”

“Hm? Aside from taking on more work to pass the time, not really.”

“Nothing at all? Its been three months since we saw each other.”

“What are you getting at?” you ask irately, not liking the implication of his question.

Kid turns your body so your back is resting against his torso, metal hand holding you in place while his flesh fingers spread across your lower belly. The slow strokes made goosebumps erupt along your soft skin.

“You definitely didn’t have this last time…”

“ARE YOU CALLING ME F—?!” your yell is cut off as he covered your mouth.

“Y/N! Do the math!”

When your body starts trembling, he knows you made the connection and swiftly picks you up and takes you to your bed. Waiting to see if you would start the conversation.

“We never talked about an accident like this,” you whisper.

“No, so what are we going to do?”

“We?”

“Well…yeah. Unless you don’t want me involved…”

“I-I think I want too…but…sigh…I wouldn’t expect you to stay,” you whisper.

“You’re right I wouldn’t” he snorts, “Cause I’m taking you with me, idiot. No way in hell I’m letting you do this alone.”

[disneyprincemuke]

bad sushi and bad stomachs

alternatively: we're literally just kids figuring it out

in which she completely overanalyses the situation when she wakes up puking from bad sushi, forcing her to have a conversation about potentially having kids

(series masterlist)

she breathes out heavily, one hand on the rim of the toilet bowl and another holding her hair behind her back. she stares into the flooded bowl in disbelief. realistically speaking, she hasn't consumed anything that's supposed to make her this sick.

perhaps it was the street food that she tried out with logan? maybe it was the sushi from earlier? but it can't be, her stomach's not usually this weak - she literally ate soil as a kid. it can't be, right?

and she breaks out in a cold sweat: it's possible. it could actually be happening. she lifts up her arm, patting around for the cloth she'd prepared for herself and then pulls herself up. she flushes the toilet and weakly grabs her phone from the toilet sink.

she dials for the first person she knows would keep this secret until she's in the clear. it rings for a couple of seconds before a soft and tired voice comes through.

"it's 4 in the morning. come on."

"room 3409. drop by the store before you come up."

"what, why? what's wrong?"

"i think i might be pregnant."

there's a knock on her door not more than ten minutes later. she holds the warm cloth to her mouth, slowly unlocking her door and pulling it open to reveal oscar and sebastian.

"you told seb? are you kidding me?" she scolds, smacking oscar on the shoulder as they step into her room. "i called you because i was hoping you wouldn't run your mouth!"

"i'm only twenty-two, what do i know about pregnancy?" oscar throws his arms in the air, rubbing the spot that she's smacked. "i got you three for good measure!"

"what's the red bull for?" she scowls, stumbling a step back as oscar shoves the bag into her hands. "is that for you? you had the time for that?"

"it's 4 in the morning!"

"just go and take the stupid test," sebastian sighs, pulling oscar away as he closes the door behind him. "have you called logan?"

she looks back at sebastian, putting down the plastic by the foot of her bed. she shakes her head and presses her lips together. "i haven't."

"why not? you called this idiot before you called your own boyfriend?" sebastian cries, scratching his head. sometimes even he's unsure of how her brain works. sometimes she makes sense, but more often than not, she just seems to be winging it.

"we haven't really," she trails off, taking a slow step towards the bathroom. "i don't think we've really talked about having kids before. or just me even having kids."

"but you've been together-"

"and i'm also an athlete," she points out, nervously picking at the pink packaging that holds the pregnancy test. "i don't know, we've just never talked about it before. i don't even know if i want kids."

she doesn't exactly wait for a response. she just steps into the toilet and shuts the door behind her, locking herself and her thoughts for a couple of minutes to think about the potential results.

in the dimly lit room, sebastian and oscar wait in silence. they don't want to talk about the possible fallout they know could come out of this when she has the conversation with logan, so they just keep quiet.

oscar supposes it's an interesting topic to suddenly think of. growing up, they talked about their aspirations and goals, and wanting to have a family someday. but he can't pinpoint an instance in which she's talked about having kids. not with anyone, and not even with logan.

"peed on the stick," she mutters as she opens the door to the bathroom. she sighs, finally reaching for the wall to turn on the lights in her hotel room. "guess now all i have to do is wait."

"so, what are you planning to do if it's positive?"

she stares at sebastian. she shrugs. "i don't know."

"do you want it to be negative?"

"i don't know."

"what do you know?"

"i literally don't know," she shakes her head, leaning back on the wall behind her. "i can't be pregnant. i haven't even turned 21 yet. i haven't even been in f1 for a whole season! what am i going to do if it's positive?"

"okay, you're panicking way too soon," oscar mutters, pushing himself off her bed. he walks over to her, arms stretched towards her. "breathe."

"but what if-"

"seb," oscar says through gritted teeth, looking at the older man with a straight smile. "she's losing it. don't make me regret calling you."

"fine," sebastian mutters, folding his arms over his chest. he sinks into the couch and spreads his legs. "but you should have called logan."

"seb-"

"don't." oscar tilts his head, turning back to her. he sucks in a deep breath, nodding and gesturing at her to do the same. which she does, and slowly exhales when he does. "relax. don't panic yet," oscar says calmly. "you will be okay."

"it's all i can think about," she mutters. her wide eyes stare into oscar's calm stare as she stiffens up at the thought of taking a break from the one thing she's known all her life. "what's logan going to say? do you think he'll break up with me?"

"what? no," oscar scrunches his face in disbelief, throwing his head back. "no, he's not going to break up with you. how long before the results show on the test?"

"it should be ready right about now," sebastian mutters, walking past them and straight into the bathroom. "do you want to see it for yourself or do you want me to tell you?"

she breathes out shakily, looking up at oscar for an answer. she furrows her eyebrows when he stares at her blankly, lips parting when she finds her ability to speak suddenly taken from her.

"maybe you should just tell us," oscar says, giving her a small smile and a nod. he squeezes her shoulder when she returns the smile, her hand wrapping around his wrist when he follows sebastian into the cramp bathroom.

"it's negative," sebastian sighs, holding up one test to prove it to her.

she sighs loudly, a hand coming up to her chest as she falls to her knees. "oh, thank god. really? are you sure?"

"yeah. i've had my fair share of pregnancy tests," sebastian mutters. "one line means you're not pregnant. especially when it's widespread on three of them."

"i don't know what i would have done if i was actually pregnant."

"do you want me to stay?" oscar hums gently, kneeling next to her with a hand on her shoulder. "you seem pretty shaken up. you know, i bet it was that sushi we had for dinner."

"do you want me to throw these away?" sebastian tilts his head, pointing at the three lined-up tests on the sink. "i doubt you want to keep any of these for remembrance."

"no, it's okay," she smiles, leaning into the bedframe. "i just wanna be alone. thanks for coming at such short notice. i really appreciate that. i'll clean everything up myself."

"are you sure?"

she nods. and that was the biggest mistake she could have made. what she forgot to factor in was that logan was supposed to wake her up at ten for a brunch date before their flight back to the uk.

she'd spent the next hour, after oscar and sebastian had left, lying in bed with a hand on her belly and imagining what steps she would have taken if the results came out positive. she even tried to imagine how the conversation with her boyfriend would go if it went the way she didn't want it to. she spent so much of her time thinking and thinking that she'd simply forgotten to clean up her mess.

until she felt one side of her bed dip and a hand on her shoulder shakes her gently. she hums a response, eyes fluttering open to be greeted by a familiar pair of green eyes. "logan," she greets him with a smile.

and then it hits her. "logan!" she shrieks, scrambling to sit up at the realisation that her boyfriend has made his way into her hotel room. she grabs her phone and taps on the screen, revealing three missed calls and ten text messages from him in the past thirty minutes. "i'm sorry! i'm late, aren't i?"

"you're okay," logan grins, patting her knee. "i figured you slept late? by the way, did the sushi wake you up this morning? i wasn't feeling so great - i threw it all up in the bathroom at like 6 in the morning."

"right," she breathes out. seems like she completely overreacted. it's just the food. must have been some bad fish. "yeah, my stomach was pretty upset."

logan tilts his head. "are you alright? you look kinda... not great," he says softly, eyes carefully scanning her face and then her body. "did the sushi hit you differently than it hit me? do you have a fever?"

she flinches away from the hand logan extends to press against her forehead, carefully crawling off the bed. suddenly she's very hyperaware of the three sets of pregnancy tests that she left on the bathroom counter. "no, i just- babe, we're late. how are we gonna make brunch and our flight back home?"

"babe, it's okay," logan laughs, watching her circle around the small hotel room with a hand on her forehead and the other on her hip. "i'll just order us room service. don't need to rush yourself."

"i haven't even packed yet! our flights at 2. it's 10:15!" she darts all over the room, picking up loose articles of clothing and towels, and throwing them towards her open suitcase in the corner of the room. "god, i should have set an alarm."

before she can make it into the bathroom in haste, logan steps between her and the door, grabbing her shoulders with a small smile. "hey, is something wrong? if it's the brunch, we can always just reschedule," he smiles. "it's not a big deal. i'll help you pack, okay?"

"no, it's not that. i just- we don't have enough time. i really wanna make it to brunch."

"okay, relax." logan squeezes her shoulders. "i'll fix you a quick bath, and you get your outfit from your bag. i'll take care of the rest, okay?"

perhaps she let her guard down too quickly. or maybe it was the dimples and the smile and the inviting green eyes that made her suddenly forget about the one thing she spent all morning worrying about.

"okay." she slumps her shoulders and turns away for a mere second, in a trance and suddenly excited about getting brunch with her boyfriend.

it was the sound of the bathroom door sliding open that snapped her out of her thoughts. she whirls back around with logan's name on her lips, but it seems that it's too late.

because logan reappears in her room with, not one, but three pregnancy tests in his hands and an unreadable expression to come with it. "are these yours?"

she balls her fists right by her side, lips pressed into a thin line as she stares at her boyfriend wide-eyed. "would you believe me if i said no?"

"no."

"then why would you ask?" she sighs, throwing her hands in the air.

"why didn't you tell me? is that why you've been so agitated since you woke up? you were hiding these from me?"

the hurt in her voice made her wish she went about things differently. it's one thing imagining her boyfriend's reaction in her mind, but it's another to see it face to face while she is still processing the whole thing on her own.

"well," she squeaks out, shoulders shrugging up as she tries to find the words to make the hit easier for him. "i mean..."

"you thought you were pregnant? you didn't tell anyone?"

"i called oscar."

"you called oscar? you didn't think to call me? what's wrong with you?"

"we haven't exactly had that conversation yet, logan!" she rambles, throwing her arms in the air. "in fact, i haven't even had that conversation with myself! since i got this far in my life!"

he tilts his head. "what do you mean?"

"i think you should call the restaurant and tell them we'll be missing our reservation," she sighs, gesturing towards the bed. "actually, i feel like we should've talked about this a really long time ago."

"what are you talking about? why do you keep beating around the bush?" logan furrows his eyebrows. "i'll call the restaurant when i think i should cancel the reservation. could you explain yourself first?"

she sighs, looking up at the ceiling. "i made it this far," she slumps her shoulders. "i don't want to take a step back unless i really have to. unless i need to. and having kids... getting pregnant..."

"okay?"

"i don't think i see myself getting pregnant in the foreseeable future," she says softly, dropping her gaze to her hands. she shakes her head. "i don't know what's your stance on it, but i don't want to lose you over this. but you've talked about it your whole life - starting a family and stuff like that. we're not getting any younger."

he just raises an eyebrow. he tilts his head before a sigh passes his lips. instead of answering, he just takes her hand and gently pulls her towards the bathroom.

"what are you-"

he holds her shoulders, bringing her to the mirror where he towers behind her. "that loser's barely getting a grip in an f1 car and that pretty girl over there is literally making history. do you really think those two care about having kids right now?"

she turns her head, giving logan a confused stare. "what the hell are you talking about?"

"listen, it's not up to me if you ever want to bear kids," he says softly. "yeah, i talked about starting my own family when we were growing up and whatever. but i knew what i was getting into when i asked you to be my girlfriend. moreso when you landed a seat in f1."

"yeah, but it's not fair. you maybe want kids, but i don't want to sacrifice my job for one," she whispers. "you'll end up hating me if you keep riding along with whatever i want, you know? that's not how this works."

"dude-"

she raises her eyebrow.

"babe," logan corrects himself with a small grin. he drops his head to the side to look at her. "you're barely even 21. i haven't even turned 23. what's the rush? we're just kids. we can't take care of one. a toddler is way different from a cat and a dog."

"what are you getting at? how is that relevant to what i was saying?"

"it's too early to have this conversation," he says slower and in a calmer tone. "kids or no kids, i still want to be with you. i still love you the same. i'm just kinda sad that you didn't think you could confidently tell me about this."

"it's a conversation i didn't think i was ready for," she frowns. "like you said - i'm barely 21. if that had turned out positive, i don't know what i would have done."

"for starters, you should have told me the minute you had a hunch," he points out with a frown. "i can't believe you called oscar before me. you think i've never had a pregnancy scare?"

she stares up at him blankly. "did you have to remind me you've been with other girls before me?"

"okay, i'm sorry," he smiles sheepishly. "but seriously. you should have called me."

"what for? you were up sick from the sushi too."

"so we can puke together, duh?"

"go and pack my bags. that's your punishment for even suggesting that."

[nburkhardt]

Omegaverse but most importantly oblivious Dustin, enjoy!

Steve smells.

Not bad, just different and Dustin can’t figure out what it is that his best friend turned older brother has done differently recently.

Sure, the upside down hasn’t been around for a good while now and Steve moved out in an apartment with Robin and Eddie. The Byers moved back to Hawkins recently and everyone is finally together again.

It’s been good, really good.

But Steve’s scent has changed and Dustin’s stuck on it.

Which shouldn’t bother him but it is! Steve’s scent has always been his favorite, a perfect mix of cinnamon and maple, it fit perfectly with their ma’s scent of vanilla and nutmeg. (Their home smells like a bakery, it’s heaven. Especially with his own scent of chocolate and coffee) So he’s curious okay?!

The new scent is more woodsy and it does work well with Steve’s original scent.

There’s a snap of fingers and Dustin blinks a few times before seeing an amused Steve standing in front of him, “cool, you finally joining the conversation again?”

Dustin rolls his eyes, “I was listening”

“Yeah, sure, Henderson. ‘Cause that look you had was exactly like the one you had that led us trapped under the mall,” Steve raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms, “so mind sharing?”

Dustin shrugs, “Fine, I noticed your scent. It’s changed, but not bad it’s really nice actually. I was just trying to figure out why”

The rest of the room -Eddie, Robin and his Ma- grows quiet and Steve looks at him confused. And it makes him realize how weird that is to say out loud, actually. But it’s true regardless.

“Uh, huh.” Steve blinked at him before he looked over towards Eddie, “Dust, man, where’ve you been?”

“What?”

“My scent has been like this for four months, since my bonding? It’s really grown with my pregnancy too” Steve explained slowly as he made his way back to sit with Eddie, “You were in the room when we announced this, wasn’t he?”

That makes Dustin’s eyes widen as Eddie tilts his head at him confused before shrugging it off, “maybe he was in the bathroom?”

Dustin looks around shocked as his Ma looks just as confused as Steve, while Robin looks like she’s trying to hold in laughter. Making him even more confused, rubbing his eyes scrunching his face before looking back at Steve.

Steve who’s now practically in Eddie’s lap, Steve who is definitely pulling Eddie’s arms around him and fully relaxing against Eddie. Steve who looks the most content he’s ever looked sitting there with Eddie, letting out a happy purr and the scent of happy omega.

Everything clicks in his brain as Eddie’s scent starts to also pump out the smell he’s been smelling for months off of Steve. A woodsy apple like scent and now his brain is running a marathon to help him realize how oblivious he’s been.

Steve smells like Eddie, and now that he thinks about it, Eddie’s smelt different lately too and it never clicked that it was because They’re mates and -he was definitely in the room when it was announced- he just didn’t take in what was said, was too focused on something else at the time. Dustin feels like an idiot for not remembering his older brother is not only mated but also expecting.

“No- no I was,” He shakes his head, “I’m just oblivious”

~~

Idk I just started writing and had no plan whatsoever other than thinking how funny a thing could start with just ‘Steve smells’ lol. Also I’ll admit it, I’m a little high rn.

Tags aren’t working for me rn sorry to those I’m supposed to tag 🥺

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Quality Time

She missed her husband, even though he was right there with her.

Part of the Love Languages series

-x-

Hi besties,

This is just...pure fluff really because that is all my brain was capable of after a very busy few days at work.

This is just these two idiots being idiots for each other.

I really hope you like it, as always please let me know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: pregnancy

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It’s late when he gets home. 

He feels the tension in his shoulders start to ease the moment he steps over the threshold into the house, the sense of home washing over him as he closes the door behind him, locking out anything other than his family on the other side. 

He pauses as he turns from the door when he hears the low hum of the television. He checks his watch and frowns when he realises just how late it is, surprised that anyone is still awake. He walks towards the living room, a purpose in his step, and as he gets closer he realises it’s one of his wife’s favourite reality TV shows, something she’d sworn him to secrecy over when they first started dating. He half expects to find Emily asleep on the couch, slumped over with her hand pressed against her stomach after she’d lost the battle against sleep to stay up for him, but instead when he walks in she’d wide awake, her focus torn from the TV as he enters the room. 

“Hi honey,” she says, sitting up a little straighter when he walks over, one of her hands on her baby bump as she kisses him before he joins her on the couch, slipping under her legs as she raises them just enough for him to sit, “You made good time.” 

“Traffic wasn’t bad,” he replies, squeezing her foot, smiling softly when she groans in pleasure, “You didn’t have to wait up.” 

She shrugs like it’s nothing, like she wasn’t just shy of 8 months pregnant and constantly exhausted, “It’s okay, I wanted to see you.” 

He frowns, seeds of concern planting deep in his chest, her tone of voice, the way she was holding herself tightly, both of her hands on her bump as she absentmindedly drew patterns on it. 

“You’re tired. I wouldn’t have minded if you’d just gone to bed, I’ll be here in the morning anyway.”

She scoffs, unable to stop herself, hormones, exhaustion and irritation she knows he doesn’t deserve swirling in her gut, “Yeah, if you didn’t get called away for a case.” 

His concern for her immediately gets worse, the flowers of it taking up all the space in his chest, burning against his lungs as she tries to figure out what is wrong. She’d been okay when they spoke earlier, relieved even when he told her that they were about to fly home. It’s a flash of his past life, a momentary collision of his marriage to Haley forcing its way into his marriage to Emily. 

She’d never had an issue with his job, with their job, and she understood the unpredictable nature of it. Things had been different lately since she’d stopped going on cases with the team, he knew that, and he knew she missed being a part of it. 

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” 

She blows out a breath, embarrassment at her outburst colouring her cheeks, and she shakes her head, “Nothing. Sorry, I think I’m just hormonal,” she flashes a tight smile at him, “Your kid is ruining me.” 

He squeezes her foot again to get her attention after her failed attempt to deflect, his face nothing but kind as he looks expectantly at her, their promise to never lie to each other on the tip of his tongue, “Em…”

She looks down at her bump and clenches her teeth, desperately trying to stave off the tears she can feel pressing at the back of her eyes. Pregnancy had left her on a razor's edge, everything sharp and making her prone to breaking down at the tiniest thing. It was driving her crazy, irritation at herself that only ever seemed to make things worse, her head swimming with emotion she was trying and failing to push down. 

“I…” she says, clearing her throat when her voice wavers, shaking her head at herself as she chuckles humourlessly, removing a hand from her bump to wipe tears from her cheek, “I just miss you,” she says, wiping away another tear. She shrugs as she avoids eye contact with him, embarrassed in a way she doesn’t understand, her love for him overwhelming even after all this time. “That’s all.” 

“Em,” he says softly, moving closer to place a hand on her knee, squeezing gently as she looks up at him, his smile gentle as their eyes meet, “I’m right here.” 

She blows out a breath and rubs her hand over her belly as she feels the baby move, a constant reminder these days that she isn’t alone. She’d spent so much of her life chasing something exactly like this - a family to call her own. She had Aaron and Jack and the baby and she always would. 

She’d never be alone again. 

“I know. I think it’s because you’re going on cases and I’m not. I miss spending time just the two of us - which we never got a whole lot of anyway,” she smiles, an edge of sadness mixed in with the happiness as she reaches for his hand and places it on her stomach where the baby is kicking, “And we’re about to have even less of it.” 

She’d stopped going on cases earlier than she’d originally intended. Pregnancy had been much harder on her than she’d anticipated, the nausea in the first trimester giving way almost immediately to exhaustion when it faded away. She’d wanted to carry on, content to sit in precincts and work on victimology because it made her feel useful, like she was still contributing to the team, but Aaron and her doctor convinced her it was time to stay home just as she turned 6 months pregnant. She hated that they were right, that she felt better for it, and she mostly hated that it meant she saw less of her husband than she was used to. 

Since the start of their relationship, they’d spent practically all of their time together. It was clear from their first date that they were it for each other, a type of pull she knew she’d never felt before, her love for him overwhelming from even before their first kiss. They spent all their spare time together, she slept at his most nights - content to hang out with him and Jack until the little boy went to bed and then they’d get some time alone. Despite initially saying they wouldn’t, they snuck into each other’s rooms on cases before they told the team about their relationship. They were both aware that they slept better with the other there, a type of peace neither of them thought they’d ever experience again. 

She missed him. Their bed felt bare without him, their choice of buying a super king even though they snuggled, more than half the bed empty even with them both in it, feeling all the more absurd when it was just her and her pregnancy pillow in it. Occasionally Jack would sneak in and join her, his small hands on her face as he woke her to tell her he’d had a bad dream. She’d feel guilty by feeling relieved when she had him there with her, the little boy she loved as her own pressed up against her whilst her baby shifted under her skin. 

Aaron smiles softly at her, rubbing his hand on her bump for a moment longer before he links their fingers together and lifts their joint hands to his mouth. He presses a delicate kiss to her knuckles and it gets her attention, her eyes meet his again, and he tucks some of her hair behind her ear. 

“Sweetheart,” he says softly, “I miss you too.” 

Even though it was almost six weeks since she stopped going away on cases he still found himself looking for her, his eyes flitting around a room she wasn’t in to look for her reassurance, for the love she always freely gave him. He missed having her there, her smile sometimes the only good thing that would happen to him on a hard day at work. He found it difficult to sleep in hotel beds that she wasn’t in with him, her weight against his chest, her breath skipping across his neck as she slept, both as essential to him for a good night's sleep as a dark room and a decent mattress. 

She was his safety net. His port in a storm. And whilst he was excited for this next step in their life, close to desperate sometimes to meet their baby, to see the face he’d imagined for months, he knew he’d miss this stage. 

She smiles sadly at him and stamps a kiss against his lips before she rests her head on his shoulder, “Sorry I kind of ruined the mood the moment you got home.” 

“You could never ruin the mood,” he assures her, turning his head to kiss her temple. He tugs her in closer, a tightness in his chest that had been there for days easing now she was in his arms, and he feels an idea start to form, a smile spreading across his face as he pulls back to look at her, “Why don’t we go somewhere? Just the two of us.”

She hums, her eyebrows knitting together as she looks him up and down, “What? Like a babymoon?” 

He frowns, tilting his head as their eyes meet, confusion painted across his face in a way that she finds nothing short of adorable, “What the hell is a babymoon?” 

She chuckles and runs her fingers through his hair, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she tries to tamper down her amusement, “It’s a trip you go on before the baby comes. Pen was telling me about them.” 

He smiles and nods, “Then yes, exactly like a babymoon,” he says, not missing how her smile gets wider as he says it, “We could go to Virginia Beach. Get a rental right near the water. Spend some time just you and me before this little one joins us and life gets a lot busier.” 

She wants to do it more than anything, wants to spend some uninterrupted time away with him, something they hadn’t done since their honeymoon almost 8 months ago, but she sighs, the reality of their lives causing anxiety to spike in her chest. 

“What about work? We’re both taking some time off when the baby comes, I don’t want it to be a problem.”  

Aaron squeezes her hand reassuringly, “Em, we both have enough leave days banked to take a year off if we wanted to,” he says, smiling when she nods, “If you want to do this we’ll do it. I’ll book us a place to stay tonight.” 

She doesn’t have to think about it, doesn’t have to mull it over anymore and she nods, kissing him fiercely as she leans in. 

“Yes,” she says, kissing him again before she pulls away, “I want to go away with you,” her words disappear into a laugh as he pulls her in for a hug, her bump pressed up against his side, as he kisses her temple. She sinks into it, into him and wraps her arms around him, her cheek against his shoulder as she sighs, a relaxed feeling washing over her for the first time in weeks, “If you think about it, it’s perfect timing.” 

He furrows his brow as he pulls back to look at her, curiosity sparking in his eyes as she tries to suppress a smile, a hint of mischievousness in it that never fails to make his stomach swoop, “What do you mean, sweetheart?” 

Her smile only gets wider, “Well you got me pregnant on our honeymoon,” she says, shrugging playfully, “It seems like a nice way to bookend the pregnancy.” 

“Em.”

___

He knows they’ve made the right decision the moment they get to their vacation rental. 

She’s instantly more relaxed than she has been in weeks, a softness to her smile that makes him want to call up the owner of the beach house and offer to buy it off of him. 

“I can help with the bags you know,” she says, her eyebrow raised at him as he gets their bags out of the trunk of their car, her pregnancy pillow tucked under his arm as he shuffles towards the stairs leading up to the house. 

“I’ve got it,” he says, ignoring the strain in his back as he makes it up the stairs, smiling at her when she rolls her eyes. He sets down the cases and crouches down to press a kiss to her bump, “You’re already carrying the most important cargo.” 

She chuckles wryly and runs her fingers through his hair, fighting a smile as he kisses her bump again, “You’re ridiculous,” she says, shaking his head as he straightens back up, her gaze drifting to where her pillow was still tucked under his arm, “If you drop my pregnancy pillow I’ll kill you, and we both know I’d be able to - even if I am the most pregnant person to ever exist.” 

He clears his throat, well aware that whilst her threat was playful she’d be mad if she thought he was laughing at her.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he says, kissing her again before he digs through his pockets for the key to the house. He unlocks the door and pushes it open, his hand splayed on her lower back as he guides her in, “Why don’t you look around, make yourself comfortable, and I’ll get everything in from the car. The owner said his wife would leave lemonade and homemade cookies.”

Her eyes light up and she looks down at her stomach, already walking into the house before she replies, her focus on their unborn child, “Did you hear that, baby? Cookies!” 

When he’s done bringing in their things, the suitcases carried up to the bedroom and her pillow diligently placed on her side of the bed, he finds her on the back porch sitting in the swing, her gaze fixed on the ocean and the seemingly unending horizon. She turns to look at him as he steps out, her smile wry as he unfolds a blanket as he joins her, laying it over both of their laps, making sure her bump is covered, when he sits down. 

“It’s not even cold out,” she says, wrapping both her arms around one of his, her hand squeezing gently at his tricep as she lays her head against his shoulder. 

“I know,” he replies, resting his cheek against the top of her head, “But I’ve got to look after the two of you,” he adds, placing his hand on her bump, smiling at the movement of the baby, something that got no less amazing no matter how often he felt it, “So,” he says, kissing Emily’s forehead before he pulls back to look at her, “We have four days to do whatever we want.” 

She hums and tilts her head to look up at him, the reality of being here with him, the next few days stretched out ahead of them washing over her, “I’d like to say we could have a crazy amount of sex and barely leave the house,” she laments, “But I think all I want to do is nap, eat and sit right here with you.” 

“Then that’s exactly what we’ll do,” he assures her, resting his hand on her neck, his thumb tracing her jawline, “As long as I’m with you I don’t mind what we do,” he says, leaning in to kiss the tip of her nose, “And, I have it under good authority that a restaurant just down the street has to die for mac and cheese and they deliver.”

She moans, the sound turning into a delighted laugh as she closes her eyes, “You really know what a pregnant woman loves to hear.” 

He hums, kissing her forehead before he lets his hand fall back to her bump, “Maybe I just really know my wife.” 

She can’t explain the feeling that swells in her chest, threatening to pull her under as tears press at the back of her eyes. It was moments like this, moments when it was just him and her and their love for each other when she let herself feel the happiness she never thought she’d get, let herself bask in it. 

She wasn’t lucky, this hadn’t fallen into her lap. She’d fought for this. Fought to get here and sometimes she’d lost, tripped and fell as the battle seemed too much, but she’d made it here. Made it to him, and he’d done the same to make it to her. They’d endured so much apart, but she knew whatever came next, the good and the bad, they’d face together. 

She cups his cheek and rubs her thumb back and forth over his skin, “You’re the love of my life, you know,” she says, her cheeks warm with love and a hint of embarrassment, “I can’t imagine wanting to do any of this with anyone else.” 

“You’re the love of my life too,”  he says, and he places his hand over hers on his cheek and leans in to kiss her, “I can’t imagine doing it with anyone else either,” he says, frowning at himself when he says it, realising it sounds clumsy because he had done it with someone else. 

A shaky breath escapes him, her admission not new but unexpected in the moment, their conversation about her favourite pregnancy food suddenly turning into more. He loved her so much it hurt sometimes. It was different to how he’d loved Haley. They’d grown up together, had initially grown together and then apart, both of them still in love with a version of themselves that no longer existed. He and Emily loved each other for who they were, for what they’d gone through, and he knew he’d have it for the rest of his life. 

He sighs at himself and shakes his head, “I mean-”

“I know what you mean,” she says softly, cutting him off as she presses her thumb into his lower lip, “I’m glad we came here.” 

He rests his forehead against hers, “Me too.” 

They sit there for a few moments in silence, the only sound the waves crashing against the shore in the background. The moment comes to an end when her stomach audibly makes a noise that makes them both laugh, the baby almost moving in tandem. 

“I think baby wants some of that mac and cheese,” she says, leaning into his palm when he wipes away a stray tear that had escaped her lashline. 

He chuckles, pressing a kiss against her lips before he kisses her bump. He stands up to find the stack of take-out menus the owner had left out, but she stops him, her hand tight around his as if she didn’t want him to go, “I’ll be right back.” 

She sighs and relents, letting go of him before she winks at him, “Make sure to bring me some of those cookies on your way back.” 

“Anything you want, sweetheart,” he says as he steps back into the house, “Absolutely anything.” 

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A/N: hi! This idea is inspirited by a tiktok I saw about a woman leaking because she saw a baby cry in a movie 🤣🤣 so, yeah… Read the warning!!!! Not your thing? Just skip this one shot:)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary; the avengers have a movie night together and a baby cries on screen. Reader, having given birth a few months ago, is very sensitive to baby cries…her breasts start leaking and Steve comes to help…

Warinings: past pregnancy, mentioned reader having a child, father unknown (mentioned ons), leaking breasts, lactation kink, breast milk, mommy kink, daddy kink, p in v, breeding kink, slight pregnancy kink, multiple creampies, mentioned stretch marks (once)

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You leaned your head against Steve’s shoulders, while watching the movie. It wasn’t really exciting, but you enjoyed being close to Steve. It wasn’t a secret (well, actually it was) that you liked Steve. A lot. Only Natasha knew-she was the one that stood you by when you found out about your pregnancy, when you explained to her that you didn’t remember your daughters fathers name and that it was a drunken one night stand. After that your and Steve’s friendship kind of…you couldn’t explain it. Nothing changed, but everything was so different.

Sighing you closed your eyes, slowly burying your face in the soft material of Steve’s sweater-but then what you’ve feared most happened.

A baby wailing.

You immediately felt your breasts wetting your maternity bra and the shirt you were wearing. Even Steve’s sleeve, since you had been cuddling with him. “Fuck”, you whispered, grabbing you breasts to stop the milk flowing, but it didn’t help much. “I’ll be right back-“, with that you disappeared, quickly walking to the bathroom.

The team watched you go, all slightly confused. All besides Natasha, Wanda and Steve. Both women knew how the body of a mother worked, especially with a crying baby, even if it wasn’t yours. And Steve…Steve smelled it. Felt it. The sweet smell of your milk, the warm feeling when it wetted his sleeve. Fuck. His dick hardened and he had to pull the blanket higher over his crotch.

He really tried not to think about your sweet milk, how your breasts looked when they leaked…

It took him a few minutes till he finally felt his dick calm down and you still weren’t back. Maybe you went feeding your baby? But he didn’t think you’d extra wake your girl up, especially when she finally had fallen asleep. You had said yourself you hoped she’d sleep through most of the night.

“I’ll get her”, he mumbled not to disturb the movie and went to your room. Since he couldn’t find you there and the bathroom door was closed, he guessed you were there. “Are you okay? Can I come in?”, he knocked and opened the door after hearing you let him in.

His gaze fell onto your naked breasts and he felt himself blush immediately. “Oh-I-sorry-I thought you said yes-“ “I did, Steve, it’s fine. You’ve seen me feed her so many times, I don’t care about it anymore-I just-I can’t find my pumps-but ugh, I have so much milk. She didn’t eat a lot today and now I feel so, so full”, you whined, your nipples still leaking occasionally, while you tried to find your pumps which you always had in your cabinet.

Where the fuck did you put them?

You noticed how Steve was still staring at your breasts. They looked so heavy. So full. So…god, he felt his dick stiffen again. That was so embarrassing. Was he being a weirdo? But your breasts looked so good. He wanted to grab them. Maybe bury his face in them…lick your nipples, taste- ““Steve-don’t look at them like that. It’s like you’ve never seen boobs before-” “I haven’t seen leaking boobs”, Steve you idiot. Where was this brain to mouth filter when you needed it. It definitely never worked for Steve. Especially in situations where it would be very much important to think before talking.

Steve’s cheeks turned a darker shade of red and even you felt blood rush to your cheeks. A soft smile escaped your lips. “And now what? You wanna touch them?”, you didn’t expect for Steve to actually lift his hand, but he quickly pulled away, blushing even deeper. “Sorry I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s like my brain isn’t…yhm…braining”, he mumbled, his eyes still on your tits. It looked like they were leaking even more than before. And when he took a deep breath the sweet smell was there, too. Sometimes he hated his enhanced abilities. Especially in the city, it was always overwhelming but now…fuck, he loved it. He could smell you.

Slowly you turned around, dripping your arms at your sides. Steve licked his lips, looking at your heavy breasts, their size definitely changed since before your pregnancy. From small and perky to more..heavy hanging and also bigger.

“If you want…you can touch, I mean…but…I’m sensitive and…well, leaking”, you mumbled, watching as Steve stepped a bit closer. Your breath hitched when he slowly lifted his hand, so close to touch and yet not close enough. You haven’t been intimate with anyone since…you found out about your pregnancy. Which definitely was a long time. You had a crush on Steve for the past three years, so it made your excitement even more when he finally cupped your breasts gently. It’s not how you imagined his hands on you for the first time, but it didn’t matter. It’s probably the first and also last time that he touches you that way-and you’d enjoy it for as long as it would last.

A quiet gasp escaped your lips when his thumb rubbed over your wet nipple, while he put his other hand under your breast to feel the weight of it in his palm. “Fuck…feels so different from other breasts, can I-“, before he finished the question he squeezed your breast lightly, some of your milk dripping from your nipple. Since you had closed your eyes, you didn’t notice it happening. It just felt so good being touched like this. Having someone lift your heavy breasts. The weight gone, the soreness in your shoulder immediately being reduced.

While you weren’t watching Steve gently let go of one of your breasts, lifting his milk covered hand to his mouth, licking it away. When you heard the licking and quiet slurping, you opened your eyes in surprise.

Steve was licking your milk from his finger away.

When he felt your gaze, his cheeks became scarlet once again. “Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable..just…curious…M’sorry”, he mumbled behind his palm.

You bit your bottom lip, slowly looking down at your breasts, then back at Steve. “And…is it…like…good?”, you asked quietly, maybe even slightly insecure. Steve nodded immediately, looking at your breasts again, before back to your curious eyes. “Hell yeah, so good-like….like almond? Maybe? It reminds me of almond”, he mumbled, stepping a bit closer, till your nipples touched his shirt.

He grabbed your hips, lifting you on the cabinet next to the sink. A squeak escaped your lips from the quick movements. A grin crept onto his lips. “Let…let me help you. I can tell your breasts are heavy…they hurt, huh? So full…and tender…Let Daddy help you”, he whispered into your ear, licking over your lips (and risking your friendship at this moment.) He actually surprised himself, but now he couldn’t take it back anymore.

“Steve-yes, fuck, yes, yes, yes”, you whispered, pressing yourself against him, wrapping your arms and legs around him. The blond looked at you for a moment, your eyes, then to your lips, before leaning down, pressing his lips to yours. You brushed your hand into his hair, pulling him even closer, deepening the kiss. Feeling his lips against your made your heartbeat quicken, a warmth spreading in your chest.

After a few more long moments you pulled away, needing to breathe again. Steve immediately started kissing your neck, leaving rosy suck marks behind, before kissing down to your breasts. He looked up at you for a moment, making sure you were still okay with it-and fuck, you were so okay with it.

He licked teasingly over your breast, circling your nipple, before closing his lips around it, sucking gently. A moan escaped your lips, while you grabbed Steve’s hair, pushing him even closer, unknowingly rubbing your crotch against his hard bulge. Only then did you notice he was hard as a rock.

Steve rutted against you, the taste of your milk filling his mouth and making him feral. It tasted better than he imagined. He couldn’t stop himself from sucking harder, pulling at your nipple, grabbing your breast and squeezing to get more milk out. His mouth was so full of your milk, he felt it leak from the corners of his mouth. There was so much. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He grinded his hard dick even harder into your pulsing heat. “Steve-Daddy, fuck me”, you whined into his hair opening his pants with one hand. A moan escaped his lips when you pushed his boxershorts down, wrapping your fingers around his shaft, stroking him. He let go of your nipple, glancing at you from under his eyelashes. He licked over his lips, licking away the drops that didn’t make it into his mouth. “Is that so, mommy? Want me to fuck you?”, he grinded, kissing you once again, helping you out of your pants and panties, nearly ripping them from your body.

When your gaze fell onto his hard cock you gasped. “Steve-I don’t think you’ll fit. You’d be the first after-after I gave birth and-holy Jesus, I’m pretty sure my stitches are healed but-but you’re-like-really big”, a quiet laugh interrupted your rambling, while Steve started stroking himself. “I’ll be gentle…promise, but do you have a condom?”, he kissed your cheeks gently, his other hand slowly trailing from your breasts down to your core. He bit his bottom lip feeling how drenched you were, slowly entering you with one of his thick fingers.

For a moment you completely forgot his question, but when he repeated it, you slowly shook your head. “It’s-its fine-I’m on the pill”, you mumbled, overwhelmed by the single finger he was pressing into your wet core. It felt so, so good…

When he curled his finger, hitting your sensitive spot, your whole body twitched, your breasts jiggling with the movement. “You’re making me crazy, sweetheart. Let me taste you again, mommy. Wanna drink your milk..tastes so good”, he mumbled, before sucking the neglanced nipple into his mouth, his taste buds being hit with your sweet milk again. “So fucking good”, he m whispered against your skin, the sound of sucking and slurping following.

At this point he had drunk so much of your milk, he really felt it filling his tummy, warm and sweet. He could do this all day.

Another moan escaped your lips when he hit the spot again, his palm grinding against your clit, while he slowly added a second finger, now feeling how tight you were. The stretch made you moan into his hair. “Fuck I’ll-I think I’ll come”, you whispered into his hair and just when you finished the sentence, he stated sucking harder, the pleasure overwhelming you. An intense and sudden orgasm overtook you, making you open your mouth in a silent moan, while you pulled Steve’s even more against your breasts.

“Fuck me-fuck mommy, Steve-fuck me Daddy”, you babbled, while he slowly took out his fingers, to replace them with his hard cock. You quickly grabbed his wrist, pulling his fingers to your lips, and licking your arousal from them. A quiet ‘fuck’ escaped Steve’s lips when he lifted his head to watch you. “Are you sure about the condom?”, he whispered again, because…until now he had never fucked someone without a condom. And the thought alone made his cock twitch and leak against your already wet folds.

You nodded again, wrapping your legs even tighter around his waist, the mushroom head already pushing into your drenched cunt. “I want you to fuck your cum into me, daddy. Fuck me, fuck me please”, you whispered kissing his neck. “I want to feel it leak out of me when we get back to the living room-want to be marked. Come on daddy-“, he could stop himself from thrust a bit into you, making you gasp loudly.

“You’ll be the death of me, mommy. Gonna fuck you so good. Gonna come so many times. Get you all round and full again. You’ll make me a daddy”, he whispered, needing all his self control not to just starting fucking you like an feral animal, pounding your thighs cunt till he’d come in you at least four times. Having your stomach bulging with his cum.

You moaned when his dick rubbed along your soft spot perfectly. “Steve-yes-get me all round and stuffed full”, you gasped. Steve could already imagine seeing your tummy big and round again. This time with his child.

“Gonna fuck you so good, mommy”, with that he bottomed out, giving you a bit time to adjust. His fingers circled your clit, till you were a moaning and shaking mess. His lips wrapped once again around your nipple, sucking harsher than before, wanting to get all the sweet nectar out of you.

“Move Steve-Daddy move-and don’t fucking stop till you’ve at least two loads fucked into me”, you moaned. And that’s when you finally broke his self control. He pulled his dick to the top out, pushing hard back into you, repeating it again, again, again and again…

Your moans making him thrust faster, harder, till the whole cabinet started hitting the wall but he didn’t give a shit. He didn’t even care if the team heard it. He was on a fucking mission. (Ha)

He braced himself with one hand against the wall, the other one holding your hips, his thrusts felt now even harder than before. “Oh my-Daddy-I’m-fuck I’m coming”, it surprised you when you squirted all over Steve’s pants and the cabinet underneath you, your cunt tightening around him. Him being still fully dressed, while you were completely naked made you feel…something. You couldn’t explain how you felt.

A loud moan escaped his chest when he started filling your cunt with his seed, without stopping pounding into you. His cum leaking around his dick, but he didn’t care, the squelching sounded louder than before.

You held into his back with one hand, the other one braced against the cabinet, while Steve fucked you. Your soft spot feeling way over stimulated but it felt so good, you couldn’t stop.

Only after two more orgasm from Steve and another one from you, he started slowing down, only grinding his hips into you. “Now let me suck those tits again”, he grinned against your neck, before doing as told. Your breathing was heavy, uneven, your heartbeat racing. Did this..all really happened? Wow.

After a few more minutes Steve let your nipple out of his mouth with a loud ‘pop’, before also pulling out. You immediately felt empty-feeling the cum that was leaking out of you.

Steve bit his bottom lip, when he looked down at his cum coated dick, before looking back to you. “Can I see?”, he whispered, making you raise your eyebrows. “Wha’ you wanna see?”, you mumbled tiredly.

His cheeks blushed. He fucking blushed.

“I’ve never…you know, without a condom”, he grinned, gently pushing your knees apart. “But Steve I’m not as pretty anymore down there- you know from-“ “yeah I know how you feel about it, but I still think you’re beautiful. You made a life in your stomach and pushed it out-anyone who’d shame you about would be a total asshole”, he whispered, kissing your lips gently. The soft taste of your milk still on them.

So you slowly lifted your legs a bit more, feeling the blush creeping onto your face. Steve bit his bottom lip, looking at your cum drenched folds, slightly gaping hole and-. “Your stitches are all fine. They are definitely hea-“ “Steve! I would’ve checked myself!”, you scolded him, feeling your face heat up even more, while you swatted his arm. The blond grinned, shrugging and holding your legs up when you wanted to close them. “I’m already looking, so the least I can do is let you know.”

You kicked him for that comment, making him only laugh more.

After he gently helped you from the counter, you felt more cum leak out of your pussy onto your thighs. You didn’t mean to, but you grimaced slightly, looking back at Steve, who had a slightly possessive-maybe even predatory-glimmer in his eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful”, he whispered, his hand stroking over your stomach, right over your stretch marks.

A blush crept onto your lips and you put your arms around him, your hands sliding underneath his shirt. He kissed your head. “Let’s ditch the movie and take a bath, hm, sweetheart? Afterwards we can lay down and…talk a bit about what happened. I don’t want it to be a one time thing”, he whispered into your hair, pulling you a bit closer into his warm embrace.

BONUS

In the morning you woke up alone in bed, but you could hear Steve’s quiet whisper from the other corner of your bedroom. “Come on little girl, we don’t want to wake your mommy with crying, huh? Give me a little smile-exactly, yeah, now we can go get her”, you opened your eyes, watching as Steve gently swayed your babygirl in his arms, turning to your bed.

When he noticed you were awake, a shy smile crept onto his lips. “I-sorry if you dont want me to do it, it’s just; I woke before you and heard her start sniffing so I thought I could try to keep her from crying. She’s probably hungry”, he said, while sitting next to you, helping you sit up with one hand. Your little babygirl fitting perfectly in his arm.

“Hungry? Let’s hope there’s something left after your appetite”, the comment made Steve blush, now you could see the blush creeping from his chest to his cheeks. After the night your breasts were already heavy-not as much as yesterday, but definitely enough. Your baby’s cries stopped when she latched onto your nipple, sucking greedy.

You didn’t even notice Steve’s fond gaze on the two of you.

Steve kissed your cheeks, before standing up again. “I’ll get us some breakfast-“ “I’ll come with you, just give me a few minutes.”

So he waited till you and your girl were ready and dressed, him also putting on sweatpants and a shirt, before walking to the kitchen, where the team sat.

When you two entered the kitchen, all gazes were on you. Clint and Bruce seemed nearly frightened, pale as ghosts, Natasha, Bucky and Tony were smirking, Wanda avoided your gaze and Thor grinned like always.

“I hope the cabinet is still standing-“ “Tony!”

Well….👀

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Hiii lovey!! So happy you like it!! Truly this has taken over my whole brain and I’m not mad about it! So enjoy!!💖

-Friendly reminder this is Steddie x pregnant reader and the baby is a boy(don’t even come into my inbox asking for a name because I don’t have one at this moment in time…open to suggestions lol)✨

*Eddie is in charge of making sure you’re okay while Steve’s at work and naturally it’s when shit hits the fan*

“Uhh what the fuck are you doing here?” “Is that how you greet all the customers Harrington?” “Just the ones that should be home with our very pregnant partner who…is she in the van? Why is she in the van Eddie?” “Yeah so…uhm we need to go.” “We need to go? Who’s we?” “You and I…and her we need to go it’s like…time? She’s been having these painful like cramp things for a while and yeah…I think it’s happening.” “Holy shit like she’s having the baby? Why are you just standing there? We need to go.” “She wanted me to ask if you could grab some red vines…a snack for the road.” “She’s in labor and wants red vines? Really?” “She likes what she likes Steve…but can we hurry this up?” “Oh now you’re in a fucking hurry?” “I mean she is in labor so like…we do need to get a move on.” “How the fuck are you so…relaxed? How are you not wanting to throw up right now? We are about the be dads Eddie!” “I’m just trying to be the voice of reason okay? We can’t all freak the fuck out and going off of how you’re acting right now…you’re going to do enough freaking out for the two of us.” “Okay I got the red vines let’s go.” “Uhh what about the store?” “Fuck family video I’m about to be a dad.” “That’s one way to get employee of the year.”

“You…smell weird.” “Damn baby I know he doesn’t shower that often but no need to be so mean to him.” “Fuck off Steve I shower every day…but what do you mean I smell weird?” “It’s just different? I don’t know…it’s not bad just not what I’m used to.” “Ohhh I read that your sense of smell gets heightened during pregnancy so maybe you don’t like his aftershave or something?” “Reading the pregnancy books are we Steve? You’re such a suck up dude.” “It’s called being prepared Munson…wouldn’t kill you to read one yourself.” “Eddie and I read the what to expect when you’re expecting…” “I’m the suck up? You literally read one with her so…yeah fuck off.” “Language! There’s a baby in the room.” “Does he have ears yet?” “Yes he has ears Eddie and he’s tired of hearing his dads argue.” “Sorry sweetheart…we’ll do better…won’t we Eddie?” “Yes we will do better… as long as Steve stops being an ass.” “You’re so damn annoying Munson.” “Don’t make me get a swear jar…” “sorry baby.”

“That doesn’t look right.” “How would you know what an infant seat is supposed to look like Harrington?” “I know it’s not supposed to be leaning over like that…” “it’s just…a little crooked but it’s…fine…see? Perfect.” “She’s going to agree with me you know that right?” “Yeah…I know…but she asked us to install it so just…I don’t fucking know try to help me instead of standing there all huffy with your hands on your hips?” “I’m not huffy I’m just observing.” “Steve…” “fine fine let me see…oh wow you’re such an idiot you have it in here backwards.” “The base? I do not.” “Yeah you do…here it goes like…this…now this just clicks…into that and…there we go.” “Does it feel secure? He’s not gonna like tumble out of it or anything?” “Feel for yourself but no…he’s not gonna fall out.” “Nice job Harrington.” “Thanks…you think driving with an infant in the backseat is gonna make us turn into those crazy slow and anxious drivers?” “Oh totally…we are gonna be those dads that honk and flip people the bird if they get too close to our car.” “Is that installed right? It looks like it’s leaning?” “Harrington did it.” “Thanks Eddie…”

“But I get so bored laying in bed all day.” “I know baby but that’s what the doctor ordered and just think it’s only for a few more weeks.” “What’s wrong? What did Steve do to you Princess? Need me to kick his ass?” “He’s making me stay in bed…all day…” “what the hell Harrington? You know she gets restless.” “I’m not making her! The doctor said bed rest till the baby is here so that’s what I’m doing…making her rest…in the bed.” “You don’t even have anything for her to read…or her doodle sketch pad? What the hell you have it on the educational channel…Steve come on dude no wonder she’s on the verge of tears.” “I thought she was supposed to like sleep? You know she falls asleep to the reading rainbow faster than anything.” “It’s called bed rest because she supposed to just stay in bed not because she’s supposed to sleep till the baby is born…god you’re so lucky you’re nice to look at Harrington.” “Thanks?…” “He’s torturing me Eddie please let me leave the bed I just wanna take a walk around the neighborhood.” “Sorry princess…but don’t worry I’ll get you some stuff to keep you entertained…maybe after dinner we can cuddle and watch a movie? How does that sound?” “Am I invited to this movie and cuddle party?” “That’s up to her…” “yes…you can come to our cuddle and movie party Steve.”

[2af-afterdark]

Good morning my dear, it is I, once again, who comes to dump some things i thought of all of a sudden.

I realized the devils aren't really familiar with the "breeding" concept since all of them were born from Lilith (minus Lucifer, Gamigin, you know, those exceptions).

And you know I love to do a little bit of trolling, so, imagine, one of the devils "going at it" with you and you suddenly tell him about how reproduction works with humans. That you'd only need his seed to be able to conceive a new being. (you could also be going through the "back door" tbh, you don't have to explain his genetic dna has to get to a womb for that.)

Leglock him before he thinks too hard about it. Be that person. Watch him go over every thoughts possible.

Do you have in mind any funny reaction they'd have ? I am evil.

- 🪰

I must disagree, my sweet 🪰! Devils cannot breed with each other, but they can breed with other species. The Unholyc exist, after all. As such, it is entirely possible for devils to be familiar with and have a breeding kink! Plus, even if they couldn’t, it would be the same as how some of us freaks have egg laying/carrying kinks. It's me. I'm a freak.

That also means a leg lock is legitimately dangerous, since (in some cases) that could actually result in pregnancy. Some devils would be okay with that though... Actually, I think that would put breeding and pregnancy kinks on a whole new level, especially since Lilith being gone means there hasn't been a child devil in a loooooong time. It would be, like, an actual honor to breed with the child of Solomon.

Sorry, tangent done. You mind if I just... list the funny reactions rather than state who has them? Because, idk, I feel these idiots are special and some of them may change their reactions all the time.

Please, imagine the men who go from really horny, to confused, to realizing you'd make them a dad, to pure panic, to remembering they are currently getting their dick wet so back to horny. Pour one out for the confused men.

Or the ones you're teasing about having their baby, but that just makes them hornier. Pregnancy kink unlocked. You're in danger. Even if you can't carry a baby, get ready for the plop plop plop GET PREGNANT comments.

Just saying that Mammon definitely falls under this category and that's the only one I'm 100% sure about.

Of course, yoy have the ones who think a baby is just going to pop out two minutes after they cum inside so they are freaking out. They aren't ready to be a dad! Please tell them before they give themselves an ulcer.

And then Bell, who is special and hears this information and is like :} and will turn the teasing around on you while he fucks your goddamn brains out. Fucker will somehow make you feel like he's actively getting you pregnant. He's a menace.

[zealouscanonindeer]

Pregnancy brain.

Synopsis: Aspen suffers from a different sort of pregnancy brain.

Aspen groaned as she tugged her pants up her hips, the material unwilling to move in spite her ferocious force. She resigned, panting as she caught her breath, leaning against her locker before begrudgingly opening it and pulling out Ethan's scrub pants.

She suddenly felt teary eyed, staring down at herself in her husband's scrubs. No matter how much medicine you learn, this feeling would be impossible to evade.

She knew that her body was growing a new life, bringing happiness in their life and while she was grateful she also couldn't escape the weighing scale without feeling a little remorseful.

Already annoyed, she headed to the diagnostic team office. Passing through the corridor she caught a intern late on his hourly reports and for the first time she turned into her namesake: Dr Ramsey.

Cheeks flushing and chest heaving, she slammed open the door to find none other than the man who caused her current situation. She was equally willing but at that point she didn't need logic and reason. Irrational irritation building up inside her, she plopped herself heavily onto the chair.

"Tobias isn't in today, so i thought I'd help out. "

"Thank you. " She responded, her deadpan tone catching his attention.

"Are you in any pain? "

"Just read the cases, Ethan. "

Not pushing her further he picked up the first file, eyebrows furrowing as he highlighted the symptoms.

" 24 year old male, recent development of peripheral neuropathy, nephropathy... and cataract?... Cataract so early.. "

"Ethan.. it's sorbitol dulcitol retention in the tissues. Why are you being so slow? " She snapped, annoyed that he even had to ask her.

"Of course. "

He simply raised his eyebrow, impressed at how fast she diagnosed.

"Next. Ethan, we don't have all day. " She pouted, her eyes closing, waiting for him to continue. He bit back his laughter, knowing it wouldn't end well for him.

" Next is patient with bruises. Low platelet levels. Previous physician was unable to diagnose the cause. "

"Cause their is none. What an idiot! Classic thrombocytopenic purpura, commonly idiopathic. Just start blood transfusion therapy. "

Ethan paused, surprised by his wife's unusual outburst. He had never seen her so... well like him.

" Male individual, 7 , dilated cardiac myopathy, skeletal myopathy and neutropenia. "

Before he could finish his sentence.

"Barths syndrome. "

" 2 year old baby, with vision loss, startle response exaggerated and milestone regression with 3 recent seizures. "

"GM2 Gangliosidosis. "

" Also known as Tay - Sachs disease. "

"Refer to pediatrician, I mean Sienna obviously for further treatment. "

"Hmm, I wonder how we'll break it to them. "

"What? "

"That there is no cure and the life expectancy is no more than a few years. "

"Oh." Her eyes snapped up to meet his gaze, her ire vapourizing as she cradled her 7 month baby bump lovingly, sadness descending in her eyes.

"Hey, it's ok. "

He reached out to her, pulling her onto the sofa beside him as she rested her head against his shoulder, a tear running down her cheek. He quickly wiped it away.

"These pregnancy hormones are really getting to me. " She chuckled, willing her eyes, staring up at him as best she could without moving from her comfortable position.

"That was really something by the way. Your diagnosis skills are off the charts. "

"I have two brains, so figures. " She shrugged as Ethan laughed at her words.

"Then I'm convinced our daughter is a genius."

"Give me some credit, I didn't see you coming up with anything right now. My shoulders feel like they'll break from carrying this team singlehandedly. "

"If our daughter has your humility....

"Don't even think about finishing that sentence. "

She felt a kick against her abdomen, her hands flying to her belly, she hummed, pulling her legs up, she cuddled against her husband as they sat together in companionable silence.

Ethan placed a kiss on her head, hand covering hers, resting on her belly. His perfect little family, his home. He smiled as his heart burst with love. So much love.

[todderwodders]

For the Director's Cut asks.... talk to me about "The Push, the Grind, and the Metal Mind"? I'm so interested to hear more of your thoughts around the story and about how both these characters are navigating their feelings around parenthood (and being a child, considering some of Gortash's ideas for experiments).

So a lot of the content for this story was actually meant to be kept for much, much later. Originally was just going to be a short and sweet breastfeeding kink fic, and then it blew up and I kind of had to reconcile with the fact that we are getting Enver's point of view regarding a life choice (having children) that will greatly affect the trajectory of later parts of the narrative much earlier than I initially planned, wanted, or anticipated. So it serves as a very strange non linear introduction of what I have planned for Faline and Gortash, and you get to see a lot of my favorite parts about Gortash in this fic alone: he's cunning, he's smart, he can't turn his brain off, he's also very good at selling a certain image to himself, even to himself.

He glosses over a lot in this. He files down the edges and only really lets the truly ugly shit crop up because he does not see it as unacceptable. He does more than one would assume he would with a kid, he is patient with Faline, but ... let's just say that Faline's version of events leading up to what we actually see happening on the page is very different than what he wants to think is going on.

Which I guess leads me to Faline. By the time she becomes pregnant with her first child, she is beginning to suspect that her mother doesn't love her all that much, and in general, she hasn't been all that well loved by anyone. She can't even decide if it is wise (or possible) to love Enver as much as she does, and routinely makes plans to leave him even as she given more genuine companionship through this marriage than at any other point in her life. She essentislly lives in this back and fourth of being aware of her own feelings, thinking she's an idiot for loving someone who is so remorselessly a monster who could and would assuredly remove her from his life without a second thought, and knowing it's a mistake to get even closer to him, to obligate herself to him further, and then doing it anyways. Her dread at her own inability to just cut herself off from her own emotions compounds her anxiety over having a child with this man. Is she simply repeating a cycle? Is this cruel of her? Is it selfish? Is he going to hurt it? Is he going to hurt her the minute she can't physically or mentally keep up with him? That last bit is a real concern as she progresses through her pregnancy. She enjoys parts of it, but largely lives with the anxiety of her choice to bring a life into a world she doesn't have any real power over. It doesn't matter what happens to her, if she dies it's her fault - if her children suffer, it's a choice she made for them, she's doomed them to unhappinesss.

Faline always wanted to be a mother but was essentially told that that was not a life path she was going to have until much later in life, and for her own political gain, not for choice or even in agreement with a spouse or lover, but simply another commodity to provide: an heir of mysterious origins who might take a title or estate to a lord or patriar with no other options. Now she is going to be a mother, and she loves this child very much - but she knows his father.

In a sense, her becoming aware of just how easily Gortash could destroy her world via this child also opens up her future awareness of how his constant mind games aren't just character flaws, but distinctly not capable of in the long term. This is a kind of leverage that no one had ever had on before - something she genuinely cares for and is tasked with the duty and honor of raising right and well, of protecting. She's a mother now, and by becoming a parent her world changes for all the reasons listed above and so much more.

Faline desperately does not want to be like her own relations, but also doesn't know how to be a parent - she is young and overwhelmed on a lot of fronts, but simultaneously cannot regret her choice. Karmine is effectively the first person she's truly willing to sacrifice everything (and live afterwards) for, and makes Faline question her world and the people she surrounds herself with. She doesn't expect Gortash to be as patient as he is, but there's still much uncertainty over when that will run out. If he'll get bored with the novelty of a child, if he'll not want her anymore and therefore part of her control and power over him will wane with it, and how can she compensate for that loss? What's the next move?

This is getting too long and we're not even to Gort yet, but the last thing I will say is that Faline fully thought she was going to die during her labor. It was a long three days filled with a lot of stalled phases of labor, in the dead of winter during a snow storm, and ended with her losing way too much blood - which seems less like a concern to modern sensibilities when reading about a world with healing magic, but a lot can go wrong very quickly in labor and a lot did go wrong for Faline. So there's the (and I'm using the term wrong here because it's literal meaning is a good summary of action) trauma bond between Karmine and Faline that is also making all of these feelings even more intense.

Next up is Enver, who is more straight forward in the sense that his feelings about parenthood stem from the past, not the present. His having issues regarding his mother are nothing new to parse over, but as I mentioned previously in this post, the way in which these issues manifest are varied. He goes from not caring for the child (routinely refers to Karmine as an 'imp' whenever Faline's pregnancy impedes on his plans and fully intending on killing him to spare her if it came down to it) at all to becoming rapidly attached to him. More than that, having a child makes Enver wonder what was wrong with him, subconsciously. Every snide aside from his mother, every sniveling little quips from Raphael comes back to haunt him in strange, veiled ways. His lack of hostility towards his own offspring alienates him, his inability to separate himself from this child makes him question things in the general sense so he doesn't have to confront that there may have been something wrong with him. Enver finds himself planning extensive experiments to understand, to distance, and to redirect this strange impotent rage he feels at his own childhood, his own child, and the woman who did this to him. And then it all simmers down to a fine soup of day to day contentment. Freak.

Anyhow they're being real normie about it. Real niceys. Heart.

[bidisasterevankinard]

Fuck-it-friday

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Another Vegas drunk marriage snippet. And not just snippet but the thing around of which I created all other plot (firstly it should have been just drunk marriage but my brain said "ROOMATES.ROMANTIC WEEKEND IN VEGAS. FIRST DATE")

I laughed a lot after this post by @loveyourownsmiilee and somehow decided to make them get married in vegas (don't ask me how)

IT'S NOT MPREG. Just 2 drunk pining idiots who would use ANY reason to get married. Even biologically impossible one

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They hear the loud sounds of people screaming and turn their heads. There are two people in marriage clothes kissing while others around them are cheering. “You know, some years ago, after Shannon, I wasn't sure if I would ever want to get married again. But now I think I actually want to get married one day,” Eddie's drunk voice attracts Buck's attention, and he turns back to look at Eddie. Buck thinks it can be his chance. He wants to marry Eddie, but he needs to make Eddie marry him. He is quiet for some minutes, trying to find a reason for Eddie to understand that he should marry Buck. Eddie doesn't look at him and just continues drinking. He looks so good that Buck just wants to kiss him. Eddie is just so perfect, kind, and caring. Buck wanted to confess and propose to Eddie all last week when Eddie took care of him while he was sick and threw up constantly. Buck feels that he found the reason for Eddie to marry him. The only person he was in bed with for the last months was Eddie. Maybe they once had sex and just forgot. But symptoms can`t lie. It wasn't stomach flu. He is … pregnant. From Eddie. And Eddie said he married Shannon because she was pregnant. He would marry Buck. Buck feels how he smiles brightly. He is going to marry Eddie and has a kid with him. “Eddie, I need to tell you something,” Buck makes eye contact with his drunk eyes with Eddie's drunk eyes. “I'm pregnant. It's yours.” There is a silence for a minute and then Eddie jumps from his seat. “We should get married. Let's go, Buck.” They try to leave the bar as fast as their long legs can but sway a little because of the amount of alcohol they have drunk. Eddie gently puts his palm on Buck's stomach and asks, “Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” He doesn't really care. The main thing is that he will have a child and not just with someone, but with BUCK. “It’s too early to say, but I think it’s a girl,” Buck smiles brightly, still not believing how he didn't understand what was happening to him earlier. How could he miss the symptoms of something so important? He and Eddie will be parents TOGETHER. And he can get used to constantly walking with Eddie hugging him with one arm around his waist, and the other pressing against his stomach very quickly. Buck hopes Eddie will do it the whole pregnancy. “Shannon was sure Chris was a boy from the first moment we found out, so I believe your intuition. I would like a daughter with your eyes and curls, but my hair color,” Eddie smiles at Buck and he nods. “And your expressive face. Oh, she's going to be such a beauty,” Buck exclaims and Eddie absolutely agrees with him. He can already imagine this cutie who has their common features and wraps them around her finger with one clap of her eyelashes and pouting lips. Eddie can’t wait to marry Buck and meet her soon.

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[fountainpenguin]

I love your exploration of Minecraft mechanics in pixel imperfect it's so clever and they all make sense I want to microwave it all in my brain lskekeke is there any mechanics you have thought of but haven't had a chance to put it in a fic yet?

Thank you so much <3 I worked really hard on my worldbuilding and I'm so happy with how it came together. My strengths are in magical realism, bizarre twists and turns to attempt canon compliancy, and incredible commitment to the bit sldkfj. I'm really enjoying writing for this world and I can't wait to do more.

[ Pixels Imperfect series on AO3 for context ]

#Dog's Life spoilers + minor spoilers for Criminal Experience, but the tags probably hinted at it anyway.

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Here's some stuff I haven't had the chance to delve into yet:

Soul Traits Flaring On When Flustered - I've shown Etho going into his fox traits a couple times in Dog's Life Chapter 8 (talking to Lizzie about feelings) and in "Canadian Idiot" (chewing on Joel's hand to reduce aggro urges, anxious about getting caught). His soul tail comes out and his soul ears go up. Joel's firefly soul traits also went up when he was scared during his fight with Etho in the latter story.

Usually soul traits come out under the mob-strengthening glow of the full moon. They'll also pop out when you're really flustered, startled, alert... etc. And since player souls were synced up in Double Life, that means we get gems like:

I'm working on a Traffictober piece about that actually, where Grian slips into his parrot mindset and his influence over the soul wings is so strong that every flap knocks Scar over and he keeps tripping and fumbling while fleeing mobs, so Scar's just having a great day of feeling loved and remembered all around <3

Shower Houses - It's been hinted in Dog's Life, but Grian's the only one in the New Star Station portal hub who showers regularly. Pixel people don't sweat or collect a lot of stink, so they only wash when they need to deliberately remove dirt or mods or something. Grian just washes out of habit.

People wash so rarely that there are public shower houses in New Star Station because they weren't built directly into the apartments. This is also why there have been two private conversations in Dog's Life that were held in the shower house... it's just a convenient place to go where most people don't hang out.

Onsen - This one got hinted in "Canadian Idiot," but it's funny to me... Bdubs keeps inviting Etho to the onsen. In the Pix Impf universe, you can take your skin off to show your soul underneath (so you're considerably more undressed than if you'd just pulled your regular clothes off). Bdubs and Martyn, who are both huge fans of souls, enjoy going to the onsen. Etho, who does not change his skin, keeps turning them down. Although maybe someday, because that would be a fun one-shot.

I also want to point out that most of the coupons Etho keeps on his apartment counter are fake. Bdubs makes them for him because Etho has a shopping addiction and hoards them, but... they don't have a firm currency system in New Star Station because they live in a perimeter sealed in bedrock. Bdubs just makes them because Etho likes them and sometimes he can sway Etho to do stuff with him because "Your coupons are about to expire."

Testing Positive - Tango's wife once said she "tested positive" with no context and Grian congratulated her on her pregnancy... not realizing she meant she got whitelisted on a server. It was very awkward for him. Grian fumbles around with a lot of the vocab in the Pix Impf universe but he does his best.

Soul Slots - This one came up in Criminal Experience, but hasn't shown up in anything else yet. The Between dimension's gimmick is all about souls, and in that dimension, you get one "soul slot" you can equip items to. This item will teleport to you when you move a chunk away and it will even follow you when you respawn.

Impulse has a soup thermos equipped to his soul slot. He decorates it in stickers. Every time it regenerates, it respawns with a new type of soup. Also he uses it to take out traps because he'll just hurl the thermos at things and it's big and metal and if it's open then it's full of hot soup and no one ever expects to get clonked on the head with it and it's funny to me. Sir he is literally just a guy.

In Crim, he told Mumbo he carries another thermos that's full of souls. In modern times [Crim is set about 1,000 years before Dog's Life], Impulse does favor the soul thermos over the soup one. He can't risk moving far from it, though, because it'll reset to empty if he's a chunk away from it.

Grian's Watcher Status - It is canon in Grian's lore that he became a Watcher when he left EVO; it was his way of stepping back from the series. I don't draw from Martyn's personal Eyes and Ears lore though because I wanted to put my own spin on it. In my 'verse, the Grian who was born in the Pixels Imperfect universe got swapped with the Grian who was born in my Neighborhood Watch universe, so they're both socially awkward as they fumble around each other's worlds.

[ This is also why in my image above, Grian has purple soul traits instead of blue. In the NW universe, Grian's the only one who bleeds blue instead of purple... Soul swap ]

In Dog's Life, we've seen Grian struggle his way through conversations, most recently in Chapter 11 when he kept insisting to Joel that Hermes is "just an armor stand" (while we were in Joel's POV and could clearly see that Hermes was walking around like a functioning person).

Also, Skizz literally registers as a massive jumble of code in Grian's eyes and he can only see him when he's looking at his reflection. Most of the modded players are hazy to him (Joel and Jimmy aren't much because their physical forms are still close to their soul forms, but BigB's pretty blurry). Skizz is the worst because his transition from enderman to angel is so extreme and he's got hundreds of mods on at all times. Skizz looks like a biblically accurate angel but only Grian knows it. Impulse may be just a guy but Skizz is just a winged, flaming wheel.

Grian can sort of force his vision to a lower level, which lets him see Skizz clearly enough that he can see something Skizz is holding or wearing, but it takes effort so he's gotten used to having a friend who's just... a living alphabet tornado. Grian has a very hard time fighting Skizz head on- he'll blink and shake his head and falter a lot unless he takes the time to adjust his eyes, and even then it takes a lot of his energy. He'll usually back off when he's going head to head with Skizz.

Server Defaults - By default, servers are set so that everyone has their hybrid traits and hybrid abilities (Ex: Skizz may be a modded angel, but he has an enderman soul and natural silk touch).

Server admins can adjust that, however, and scale those down or disable them almost completely (i.e. setting a server to vanilla rules, which puts everyone on an equal playing field with minor exceptions. Using Skizz as an example again, on a scaled-down server, water would still be very hot to him, but it wouldn't leave burns on his skin).

Between is a soul-themed dimension, so you're stuck with traits and can't toggle them off. Some people like to play on servers with the default settings turned up to max. There are definitely days the crew just romps around and plays with their full traits out and they just straight-up fight "all natural" because it's fun, but that's very low-stakes.

They don't do that in the Life series. Even though it's meant to be chaotic fun, it wouldn't be possible for some players. Ex: Bdubs and Martyn are phantom hybrids who have to eat souls. If you threw them in the Life series with their hybrid traits maxed out, they'd be forced to either starve to death or break the rules by attacking while they're green. Not really possible in a series with limited lives.

Phantom Feeding - Impulse (who lost his ability to pull souls out of bodies) can't play at all on servers that force those kinds of soul trait defaults unless he has someone who's willing to feed him (i.e. pull a soul out of a body and bring it to him), so he generally just doesn't play there. Skizz feeds him while they're in Between, but Impulse can't hang out in that dimension without Skizz unless someone else is there to help. If he didn't have Skizz or another feeder, he'd probably hang out around the phantom spawn temple because he'd be stuck in a starvation death loop anyway.

Phantom hybrids are flock-oriented, though, so there's usually someone to feed him... he just feels awkward asserting himself and it's easier to ask Skizz. When Skizz knows he'll be away, he'll usually prep Impulse's soul thermos. It's just awkward to do in advance because it inconveniences other people if they get left in the thermos too long. Can't get cycled back through the portal hub if you're not getting digested, y'know. It's more of a weekend prep situation, not so much an "I'm gone for a week" situation.

Bdubs does save souls for Martyn on days that Martyn's hunting ground is empty. Martyn and Bdubs may fight a lot, but they're still flockmates and Bdubs does care.

Default Trait Shift - In the Between dimension, the phase of the moon you respawn under influences how much you show your hybrid traits (a nod to the game mechanic that strengthens mobs under the full moon). Ergo, this snippet of Etho getting his ears:

There’s a rattling noise in the kitchen. Scar leans back. It’s the doorknob that leads into the apartment hall. The door slams inward a second later. A fuming, scrawny fox hybrid man looms like a silver wraith in the dark. For half a second, Scar’s not sure it’s even Etho. This figure’s got the same puffy tail, but he’s also got fox ears that stand quivering and tall on his head. Then he remembers Etho just got his vessel reset. The moon is waxing; the percentage of visible hybrid traits he shows is higher now than it was the last time he spawned.

In the example above, Etho respawned with his arctic fur, but it's fully possible for him to respawn as ginger instead.

iJevin is the poster child for this- he looks a lot like a slime because he was last respawned on a full moon night (as opposed to someone like PiglinMyNose who's also a slime hybrid, but shows drippy face traits and not the natural slime coloration). When Jevin respawns, he can come back as either blue or green, and he'll come back looking more humanoid unless it's a full moon.

Cleo's most common form is a waxing moon spawn. She gets more stitches, decorative injuries, and flowers during the waxing and full moon, but if she respawns under a new moon then she defaults to her "HumanCleo" skin. Still a zombie, just comes in various flavors of "freshly undead and basically human" to "oh, they're a corpse who falls apart easily."

Soul-Sharing - Soul-sharing is a nod to Season 8 of Hermitcraft when Mumbo ate Grian's soul (and is apparently still sharing it since he's been wearing the soul-sharing skin throughout Season 9 and even in his non-Hermitcraft content).

In the Pixels Imperfect universe, Grian is a parrot hybrid and Mumbo is a wandering trader. When they blended souls, Mumbo started growing wings and getting hazy glimpses at things that Grian's Watcher eyes can see (so he can sort of understand how blurry Skizz is, but not to the same degree Grian sees him).

Grian got wandering trader robes, the ability to make binding deals, and a bit of inventory space (something you don't normally have in Between).

During Dog's Life, when Grian and Etho were smuggling SnifferMyFeet across the portal hub, they put Sniff in wandering trader robes and Etho's like "I'm afraid to ask why Grian has Mumbo's robes in his closet." They actually weren't Mumbo's- they're Grian's half of the soul-sharing. Sometimes Grian wears them; I just haven't found a good place to show it yet.

Impulse and Skizz are soul-sharing for medical reasons. My short story Criminal Experience opens with Impulse as a phantom hybrid and ends with him getting his soul wrecked because he'd do anything for Skizz, even at the cost of himself. Skizz would do anything for Impulse, including sharing his soul to keep Impulse alive <3

Imp and Skizz's bond is even tighter than Grian's and Mumbo's, and it's a reference to their Naked & Scared series where they regularly share hearts. Impulse and Skizz constantly feel each other's pain and they have to manually turn off their heart-sharing when they join new servers. Sometimes they forget (or just don't want to) and continue sharing.

Skizz was actually secondhand soulbound to Bdubs during Double Life, but he can't bring himself to talk about it with Impulse (a nod to IRL Skizz talking about how he hasn't watched Double Life because he knows it would wreck him emotionally). Mumbo was secondhand bonded to Scar, but he didn't feel it as intensely as Skizz did.

Impulse's soul is in tatters right now. He can't really do phantom things anymore (like pull souls out of bodies... although he can eat them if another phantom hybrid brings him one), so Skizz keeps them fed when they're in the Between dimension. Skizz [born an enderman hybrid] can filter feed from the void and he can also eat souls now. If he hadn't modded giant angel wings on himself, he'd have phantom wings.

"Can't Impulse just eat the soup in his thermos-" Not in Between; he's naturally an anivore, so when he's in the soul-themed dimension, he can only get nutrients from souls.

"Then why does he have-" Because he's petty, next question.

Since sharing with Skizz, Impulse can't tolerate water or eye contact as well as he used to, but not to the crippling degree it used to affect Skizz. He also got Skizz's ability to toggle silk touch on, but only when he's on-server (since you can't move blocks in Between unless you follow certain worldbuilding rules like having a command star or teaming up with a dragon) and only if that server allows it.

Also, Impulse sleeps in the same bed as Skizz and his wife and they literally just have to deal with this because he gets agitated and doesn't like sleeping alone... He curls up at their feet and we'll see this in the opening chapter of Dog's Life Session 3.

I also have a Traffictober I'm working on - "Like Newlyweds Do" - where Impulse tries to adjust to sleeping in the same bed as Bdubs during Double Life (and Bdubs, the king of comfortable sleep, is horrified that Impulse doesn't like pillows). Not a very cuddly wedding night... but they still love each other sdfklj.

Impulse doesn't sleep well alone (even worse when Skizz isn't on the server) and he'll usually try to sleep on someone else's bed instead of by himself. I definitely remember him respawning in Bdubs' bed instead of his own during the Soup Group rebellion arc, which is hilarious. Oh to be a clingy yet touch-averse guy who has issues being married to a man who betrayed him in a past life but also you just crawl into his bed so you have somewhere safe to sleep.

For Hermitcraft 8 and 9, Impulse's go-to person to sleep on is Pearl (or Gem when Pearl's away for time zone reasons), but he's not picky. He just struggles to be alone because your soul flares up when you're asleep and he doesn't have a full soul, so it sends his body into a panic unless there's someone nearby he trusts.

I like to think these bed-sharing habits also influenced how he played 3rd Life and why he successfully schmoozed his way into so many alliances. You can absolutely confuse Martyn into thinking you're a close ally if you sway him into letting you sleep on his bed "for medical reasons." Scar probably let Impulse stay with him one time, but Grian would have thrown him out so fast, ha ha.

[ More under the cut <3 ]

Corrupted Player Souls - Scar has a lot of soul dysphoria over whether he's an allay or a vex, because when he looks at himself in the mirror, he can't tell. He usually identifies as a vex, but I'm working on a Traffictober piece where he turns to Grian for comfort and Grian's flustered because he has no idea what Scar wants to hear. Awkward desert duo attempted comfort, my beloved.

Sniff has a bit of dysphoria over his corruption too, but his is more along the lines of feeling so glitched out and weightless that he regularly forgets he has a physical body (which we saw in "No One Likes the Opening Band" where he slammed into a wall thinking he could go through it and died from kinetic energy). Speaking of-

Cam Accounts - There's a distinct difference between what camera accounts can biologically do vs. what players can biologically do. Cam accounts can go into spectator mode, defy gravity, pass through blocks, and they can see colors that players can't. TwoMuchGrian likes to hover over Grian without flapping his wings just because he likes to brag about how little energy it takes to float (while Grian is forced to flap to stay up). However, cam accounts can't use commands (so they can never have command stars) and they can't create their own servers.

The IRL free-cam mod lets you pass through blocks, but in the Pixels Imperfect universe, only cam accounts can pass through blocks. Player accounts can enter free-cam by roaming around in their glowy mob soul form, but they still have to go around blocks (Tango, for example, has a specific path he has to take in order to get inside Decked Out and watch people). Player accounts aren't able to go into true spectator mode, and any time they do (such as when they're ghosts watching people at the end of the final Life series episode), this is interpreted as them being in free-cam.

Players always have to deal with some kind of collision and gravity effect, and it's generally a very bad thing when they glitch through stuff (Ex: Etho was so fritzed out when his fox soul started taking over in "Canadian Idiot" that he glitched through the deck of The Relation for a second before he adjusted).

Martyn Eating Clothes - I did show Martyn eating his sleeves in Dog's Life Chapter 6 (and he makes another reference in Chapter 11), but we haven't really delved into what's going on there. Martyn is a phantom hybrid, but Bdubs [the flock captain] doesn't let him feed on other players' souls very often [feeding meaning "this person's player went AFK so we have to log them out and send them to their offline server"; everyone comes back later and they're fine, but this is what phantom hybrids do].

Bdubs keeps Martyn hungry and gives Martyn a designated hunting ground that's Just For Martyn, which pretty much guarantees that Martyn will always eat people who wander into it. Specifically, Martyn's hunting area is the entire perimeter of New Star Station (as in, the edge rim) so Martyn's always chasing people who try to leave the station.

Martyn's not digesting cloth, but he's eating the code that connects people's clothing to their soul and/or player energy (There's an upcoming scene where he eats Scar's hat, too). If you just handed him an old shirt or a spare skin, he can't eat that because it's not currently attached to anyone and flowing with soul energy. He has to eat people specifically, or else the closest thing to a person he can get, which sometimes means chewing on his own shirt because his own clothing checks all the boxes for "attached to a person."

There are lots of twisted politics involved with Martyn's designated hunting ground being the perimeter... When he's in the Between dimension, Martyn can't gain energy from physical food, so he has to hunt people. He's always hungry and due to phantom flock politics, he has little choice but to play his role in preventing people from leaving the portal hub, which is exactly what Scott wants because Scott's so incredibly paranoid about the portal hub getting discovered by the anarchy players who've overrun outside world.

Cleo, who likes to dig because they're a zombie, is constantly trying to break through the bedrock wall around New Star Station. Huge conflict... because Martyn's insufferably curious. Martyn's constantly fighting the urge to eat Cleo and instead he just tries watching and talking to them. Martyn keeps bending the rules for Cleo because he's a little sweeter on them than he'd like to admit (hashtag it's really important to me that everyone vibes with their soulmates even outside Double Life... soulmates for a reason even if they don't like admitting it).

Which is where we get this upcoming scene at the end of Dog's Life Session 2:

“I don’t care. I have Cleo now.” “S’cuse me?” Jimmy cocks his head. When Scott stares at him, looking insulted, Jimmy says (tentatively), “How… how does that work when they’re blowing holes in your wall? Aren’t you the mayor? Or is the mayor bit just a bunch of roleplay too? I thought it was serious, but I really don’t know anything about politics.” “… When they’re what?” “Oh, that’s someone else.” I’ve messed up; I’ve really messed something up. “That’s someone else, I think. I just saw them. I mean, BigB’s always talking, you know?” “Martyn’s on wall-watch.” Scott says it like he’s holding a knife against a battered Jimmy’s throat. Scott’s staring harsh and furious, like he’d very much like to lunge across the bed, grab Jimmy’s jacket collar in his hands, and slam his head against the wall. “And Martyn’s always hungry; Bdubs keeps him hungry on purpose, just for this. If someone’s trying to find a way through, Martyn would put a stop to that so quick. Martyn wouldn’t… Martyn… Cleo would never ally with Martyn. That’s not… I’ll talk to him, though.”

We love stupidly complicated animal people politics and we love young people in positions of power making decisions out of paranoia and panic <3

I actually have several pieces I want to do about Cleo and Martyn in the portal hub, especially in regards to the bedrock wall, but I keep hesitating over whether that's appropriate for my Traffictober series because... it's not while they're on the Life series server and also it's so incredibly specific to this worldbuilding. But they are one-shots that draw specifically from Cleo and Martyn's Double Life dynamic so I guess that still counts.

I just really love dumb Zombiewood drama and I love them screwing each other over on accident even when they're just trying to hang out and be friends slkdfj. Them...

Creator Bleed / Emotion Bleed / Martyn's Sync - Creator traits that bleed over into the characterization of their little pixel character are called creator bleed. For example, Mumbo has two llamas which symbolically represent Creator Mumbo's love for biking.

Emotion bleed is when our little pixel friends can feel strong emotions through their sync-cords- for example, Joel and Lizzie can sense their creators are married because they can feel strong affection through their sync-cords and figured out it was happening at the same time.

Martyn is unique in that he does not have a sync-cord. He struggles with self-doubt, wondering if he wasn't a fun character to play and his creator abandoned him, so he lives his life constantly trying to be a fun person to play with and he takes it super personally if people don't want to be around him (so the Double Life break-up hit harder than he admits to).

Martyn not having a sync is a reference to Creator Martyn being super involved with lore, with the implication being that Creator Martyn wanted to put his little guy through The Horrors so the sync was snapped to maintain strict emotional distance. In Pixels Imperfect, this also means Martyn can pick up on things most people can't, which is a nod to his Life series episodes where the Watchers speak to him but not to others.

Besides Grian, Martyn is the only character in Pixels Imperfect who knows what kisses are. He's "out of sync" and gets influenced from the universe at large. It's like he fell out of Creator Martyn's boat and can pop his head both above and below the water, as opposed to both of them sailing on the surface together. Character Martyn uses certain words that the other characters don't, so we get stuff like this fun exchange [Dog's Life, end of Session 3]:

“I don’t know, G,” because he’s running out of doors to hide behind. Martyn fidgets with the axe. Grian’s eyes snap over. It’s exactly the chance Martyn needs to drop his gaze. “I mean… You’re forcing it, aren’t you?” “How do you mean?” “You know exactly what I’m talking about. The others aren’t like us. Their natures are ingrained; basically predetermined. They can’t go against their nature. It’s… It’s like BigB and Ren drifting back together like satellites once you’re out of the equation. They paralleled each other long before Double Life, Grian. You disrupted the storyline, but not the code of the game, and they’ll keep circling each other instead of you.” He fiddles with the axe again. He can see from its reflection that Grian’s getting irritated; the purple glow is all he needs. He’d rather not look him in the eye. “I just… I don’t know. If they don’t act on their emotions first, then maybe we shouldn’t flirt with them. They’re just following code; they’re just part of the game.” “We’re part of the game. We have code.” “It’s different. We know things.

Do with that what you will.

Calendars - I like to think that there are multiple calendar systems: one for when you're in the Between dimension and once when you're on server. There's a scene in Dog's Life Chapter 11 where Joel tells Lizzie "It's Wednesday; I'm not going anywhere" and I almost took that out because technically, the on-server Wednesday and the Between Wednesday wouldn't line up so that doesn't make sense.

The official Minecraft mechanic has the moon set to an 8-day cycle. My personal view is that the on-server calendar would have an 8-day week and instead of using day names like Monday and Tuesday, everyone tracks days by the moon phase.

However, calendars are a huge pain not just to worldbuild, but to convey to readers in a way that makes sense and doesn't come across as super info dumpy. I'm probably going to leave it and let them use words like Wednesday and treat weeks as 7-day cycles, but in my heart... in my heart, it's an 8-day week and they have moon day names like Waxnight and Newnight. Maybe someday I'll go back and edit those names in, or maybe I'll just keep that in my pocket for a personal project, who knows...

Admin Inexperience - My draft for "There Are Many Benefits to Being Corporeal" was originally going to cover an adventure between SnifferMyFeet and PiglinMyNose as they try to craft ice cream, which meant going out to get ice (and there was a big discussion about what Pig can and can't touch because he's technically a camera account).

I ended up scrapping all that because it was getting long-winded and it was a little too much effort for these two silly side characters if I wasn't even sure I was going to be happy with it, so... I let them make cake instead, which actually is craftable, so that was much less adventurous and mechanics info-dumpy.

Anyway I wanted to point this out because Sniff is the server admin for their server, but he's a newbie account who doesn't know what he's doing, so I had scenes like this:

SnifferMyFeet was blown up by [Admin Inexperience] PiglinMyNose: You okay? SnifferMyFeet: ASDSLKSJF That’s the only response he gets. [...] SnifferMyFeet was blown up by [Admin Inexperience] Sniff lies flat on his back, surrounded by woodchips, puddles, and melon rinds. Pig circles overhead a few times, swooping lower and lower on every pass. He finally lands with a pat on top of the bed. He tucks in the canary and vex wings. Sniff parts his fingers long enough to glower at him. “I don’t understand. This is so unfair. Grian and Joel both know how to use commands.” PiglinMyNose: It takes practice PiglinMyNose: And you’re not Grian and Joel PiglinMyNose: You’re Sniff :)

Sniff references this scene in Dog's Life when he talks about his relationship with Pig and how Pig was there to help him get clean every time he blew up. They're friends. Also we got to see the same vibe of Pig comforting Sniff in "No One Likes the Opening Band" so that was self-indulgent and fun <3

Some other Sniff and Pig highlights from the Corporeal draft include:

“Put me back into camera mode. You’re the admin.” Sniff’s eyes move to the glowing five-point star on the underside of his hand. It’s the command block star, and one Pig has never worn himself. He waits, lightly bouncing on his toes, as Sniff stares blankly at his wrist. “So… so an outside person has to do that to you?” “Yeah. You’re the admin.” “… And it’s all up to me to bring you back if you decide to be a player again? Like, you can do nothing? You might just be stuck as a camera forever if I don’t?” “I trust you,” Pig assures him, which sends fireworks up Sniff’s face. He quickly brushes off the loose pixels, but his hands are shaking. They’re shaking bad. “Um…” Sniff brings a fingertip to each of Pig’s temples. “Pig, I dub thee a camera.” The snort bubbles up before Pig can stop it. “Not like that!” [...] “But doesn’t that take away your voice? I don’t think I can… I don’t know, Pig. That’s a little messed up.” “Sniff, it’s okay.” Pig grasps Sniff’s wrist, guiding his cupped hand to his cheek. “I want to do this.”

[...]

Pig frowns, then projects his thoughts into the space around him. PiglinMyNose: Oh, that’s different “I knew it,” Sniff blurts. “I messed it up! I’ll put you back.” PiglinMyNose: No, no! It’s fine. It’s just that I’m a slime soul PiglinMyNose: These aren’t my slime wings Pig gives them a few experimental flaps. PiglinMyNose: Not that that’s unusual, I guess PiglinMyNose: Slime hybrids absorb traits from those around them PiglinMyNose: This canary wing is from Jimmy. The vex one is from Scar “What the heck is a canary?” Sniff asks, pulling out his sword. He glances around, lip trembling, like he expects some sort of brute to lumber from the undergrowth. PiglinMyNose: It’s a modded bird “What’s a bird?” PiglinMyNose: We’ll talk later PiglinMyNose: Practice spawning blocks PiglinMyNose: You’ve got parrot spawn eggs and stuff too PiglinMyNose: I’ll be back soon :)

Sob... they care so much about each other... I just love the ancient and experienced cam account boy and his new best friend, the incredibly temperamental newbie who has body dysphoria because he got possessed for two weeks sldkfj

Honorable mention to this snippet:

PiglinMyNose: Can you poof? Sniff glances around the area, then back at Pig. “Too scared. What happens if I poof inside a tree? I saw Cleo almost suffocate inside a tree once.” PiglinMyNose: You will respawn :) “You’re not going to even try to rescue me?” PiglinMyNose: I’m a camera “I think I’ll walk, thanks. Maybe later.”

They really are just Like That... Sniff and Pig, my beloveds...

So, those are some mechanics I haven't talked about yet!

Also, here are some of my favorite worldbuilding details that already have made it in (#Dog's Life spoilers up to Chapter 11 + references to my Traffictober one-shots)

In the Pixels Imperfect universe, no one has blood. This means they can't blush. They also can't cry because they don't have tear ducts. Both of these body reactions will make them spark and fritz pixels instead. However, they do have lungs (because breathing is an official game mechanic) and they have spit (because llamas can spit, so therefore spit exists in the game). It's an interesting worldbuilding switch for me because when I write my Fairly OddParents 'fics, the fae have blood and tears but they don't have lungs, ha ha. Massive brain switch I have to do when picking out the body language for these two worlds. Technically they don't have genetics, nor does evolution exist in this world. Why did Jimmy imply blaze and ghast have a common ancestor when he shouldn't have any idea what that means? idk, I was aware of the irony but it was funny to me sldkjf

Not a mechanic, but a canon part of the worldbuilding for the Pix Impf universe is that Grian built a Mumbo shrine on his AFK server. It's a reference to things like the escape room video where he just straight-up built a creepy Mumbo room because he missed him, and also he gets the itch to connect with Mumbo sometimes because they share a soul. I just think it's funny.

Anytime he's in Between (i.e. off a server), Martyn has constant vertigo. He tries to push through it, but it's always kind of draining his mind. This is a reference to creator Martyn's personal lore, where his character is constantly falling until he wakes up in a new Life series.

Joel's hair stripe is coded on. He changes color by tweaking his code (and/or messaging Scott to change his code). If he were to use flower dye, it would wipe out every time he leaves a server because you more or less can't take stuff from on-server into Between. Technically he could take tiny drips of it, but nothing useful (same reason you can still have scratches, dirt, and splinters but you can't take a full wood block).

Calendar times are super messed up. I use the official Minecraft conversions, so each Life series play session is 9 in-game days [3 hours IRL] with a bit of spill over the sides for resource gathering and clean-up. Time moves differently in the Between dimension vs. the Overworld (and that's not even accounting for how hard it is to track time in the Nether and End). When I write my FOP content, I'm incredibly nitpicky over the timeline, right down to making the effort to assign every single episode for all 11 seasons to a calendar day just so my fanfic timeline would be "perfect." It's hilarious to go from that to this where I deliberately make no attempt to match the years up because everyone's personal timelines are scrambled from jumping in and out of servers. I know there are timeline inconsistencies and I just choose not to fix them because I think it's part of the charm of this particular world. Yeah Grian's only been here 250 years, yeah Scar's somehow known him since he got here but also only for 200 years, yeah Martyn arrived after Grian and has somehow been here for 300 years, what's your point? One of them spent longer on-server and one of them spent longer in Between so it screwed up their mental math. Also BigB and Cleo were simultaneously married for 4 years but also 6 years but also less than 24 hours. Yeah Double Life lasted for a year but also for 6 weeks but also the gap between LimLife and Dog's Life is somehow only a few months despite it being a larger gap than Double Life's entire run-time. They literally just live like this. Time isn't real in the Pix Impf world.

The admin for a server will always have a command star on their hand, which gives them the ability to use admin powers. The Between dimension is not a server and the only way to get commands in that dimension is to slay a spawn dragon... or slay whoever currently has the star. Only two people have command stars in Between. One of them is Scott [who has the Allay Dragon's star] and the other is Herobrine [who has the Cluckshroom Dragon star]. My favorite joke is that Herobrine doesn't even do anything in Dog's Life - he's just chilling in the background lore - but there's this creepy reputation associated with having a command star and Scott just has to deal with it. There's this super messed-up power dynamic anxiety in general with "Scott is super on his toes because anyone could just straight-up kill him for his command star, and the Allay Dragon is dead so Scott will perma-die instead of respawning like everyone else" and it's. very dark and fun for me. He literally can't get rid of that command star even if he wanted to because someone would have to kill him and that's too much of a risk.

The characters who are anarchy refugees can use metaphors related to things outside the portal hub (I think Lizzie used syrup once and Etho described SnifferMyFeet as a meerkat). Scar's worldview is much more limited because he's never been outside New Star Station and his metaphors reflect this.

Generally, mobs are referred to as "it" and only gendered on occasion. I actually thought long and hard about sexual dimorphism before deciding that yes, when Jimmy started taking on chicken traits in Dog's Life, he needed hen feathers, not rooster colors, because all the Minecraft chickens are hens. Mobs can come in slightly different colors (Dogs, cats, horses can all have domestic patterns - Lizzie being a calico cat in Empires Season 2 is a good example of this making sense in universe, as is Skizz's mod that makes dogs look like his IRL dog) but something like rooster coloration is too extreme. My Neighborhood Watch universe does have sexual dimorphism, so they breed cows with ravagers and they also have roosters. I actually have to keep words like "rooster" and "bull" out of the Pix Impf universe because no one except Grian would know what those words mean.

BigB used to be an Illusioner before he got moth mods. He lost his ability to see through blocks and he's kind of grumpy about it. I play him as a nosy guy largely because of the Nosy Neighbors schtick he had going on in LimLife, but also because his moth mods give him incredible hearing and he was just plain nosy because of his Illusioner code even way back in the day. It's weird to live 2000 years being able to see through blocks and then that gets taken away from you.

In Dog's Life Chapter 11, Grian brushes loose pixels off the bed and then dumps them in a jar before he comes back to bed. Those pixels can be reused to rebuild your body and it's the same wavelength as what Joel did in "Canadian Idiot" when he cut some of Etho's hair and used it to rebuild his chewed-off fingers.

Also in "Canadian Idiot," Joel talked about how you don't want to use lava as a fuel source inside a tight space or else you'll make your build smell like sulfur. I really wanted to give the characters whose strengths lie in building some things that they knew more about compared to the redstoners, who traditionally prioritize efficiency over aesthetic and comfort. Everybody's smart in their own way.

In "Shack Up Like It's Summer 2022," Tango accidentally washed plates in an infinite water source block and then he had to spend time getting the crumbs out because... he ruined the drinking water.

In "Dog Biscuits," Ren put a cover on the crafting table before he pushed it down. It had measurements on it and the cover just keeps stuff from splattering when you squish it. Ren's not sloppy; he does his work with attention to detail.

One more detail from Dog's Life to wrap things up, but Impulse has actually been dealing with weird brain influence for more of Dog's Life than he hasn't been... it just didn't get brought to the forefront until Chapter 11 because other people were also having problems. As early as Chapter 4, Skizz noticed he was acting off. Later at Jimmy's party, Impulse stood to the side and kept rubbing his eyes. Over the next few chapters, several people note that Impulse is being "unhelpful" in texts because he's only asking about where Bdubs is. Bdubs even straight-up told Etho that Impulse tried to fight him but they just brush it off because they don't think it's important, and then you get midway through Chapter 11 and all of a sudden it's Very Obvious that Impulse is Messed Up and no one noticed until now, and now everyone is locked in their own servers and none of the programmers can reach Impulse and look at his code, so Impulse is just suffering (TM) for the next month or so that he's locked in offline status. There's definitely a worldbuilding thing going on about why Impulse specifically is suffering, and we'll delve into it later... Idk, I just really like how it came together, with Impulse getting overlooked... I think it's funny. I love Impulse; he's my favorite.

Thank you for enjoying my worldbuilding and my work! I love writing for this series and I'm so happy to hear you like it <3

[faofinn]

16. Consulting the Internet/Web MD

Part 1 | Part 2

After everything that had happened with Kizzy and Kieran, Tai and Harrison were just glad everyone got on. While they'd taken the news reasonably well (once Harrison had freaked out), Kizzy's parents did not. They made it clear that she wasn't welcome in their family, and that she didn't have a place in their home outside of university. Of course, the Cunningham-Cole crew refused to stand for it, immediately welcoming her into their home. Kieran had already managed to make a baby with her, so they didn't see the harm in the pair sharing a room; they were adults, after all.

The plan was for the guest room to become a nursery, until they could work out their next steps. If they were honest, Harrison was kind of hoping they'd stay around. Having the kids in the house would mean he could help them out, and he knew how stressful it was looking after a baby. 

Kizzy was already seven months, struggling heavily with the pregnancy. Alfie had taken it upon himself to try and cheer her up, Eden joining the pair in the living room with a film on. She had the sick dish by her, wrapped up snugly in blankets, while the two boys lazed on the other sofa.

"I'm sick of this already." She whined, trying to get comfortable again. "Bean is kicking me to the point I'm convinced he's gonna kick a hole in me."

"Sounds like being in bed with Alfie." Eden tried to joke. 

She had to laugh. "At least you can get away from him."

"Ah, that's true. But he follows me."

"Hey!" Alfie slapped him good-naturedly. "Don't be so mean."

"Yeah, you're right. It's not fair to compare Bean to you."

Kizzy's laugh was cut off by a groan, her hand protectively covering the bump. "Fuck."

"Kiz? What's wrong?" Alfie was serious, Eden already up and by her side. 

She couldn't help the wave of panic. "I don't know."

Eden sat by her, rubbing her shoulder. "Was he kicking? A cramp?"

"I don't know. I, maybe it felt like a contraction? I don't know." She gratefully leaned into Eden. "It was like a stitch, but worse and everywhere."

"It's okay, you're gonna be okay." Eden soothed. "Don't worry."

Alfie spoke up from the sofa. "So, it says you've got network connectivity problems." 

While Kizzy managed a smile, Eden launched a pillow at his head. "Idiot!"

"Hey!" He protested, not having moved out of the way in time.

“You deserved it!” Eden shot back. 

"I was trying to help!"

“You’re so stupid, use your brain!”

"I was!"

“‘Network connectivity problems’? Really?”

"I was just reading it!"

“Didn’t actually use your brain though, did you?” He rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to Kizzy. “Has it gotten any better? Worse? Ignore Alfie, you definitely picked the right twin.”

"I don't know. It stopped but then it came back, and it's gone right now."

“Maybe we should call your dad, Alfie.”

"Yeah, Okay. I'll ring him."

"I don't want to bother anyone."

“If you have pain, though…”

"Dad said you could call him whenever." Alfie added. 

“It’s probably best to be on the safe side.”

"Could you call him?" Kizzy asked. She still felt like she was intruding on the family, and especially when she felt like she was causing problems. 

“Yeah, of course. Alfie, can you call him? Kiz, do you want a hot water bottle or something?”

"I wouldn't say no." She gave Eden a smile. "Thank you."

Alfie was already dialling, and of course Harrison answered almost immediately. The kids knew not to call him unless it was an emergency, and with Kizzy in the household, his nerves were even more on edge. 

"Bug, what's up? Who's hurt?"

“Dad.” He murmured. “It’s okay, nobody’s hurt, but Kiz is having these like weird contraction stitch things? She says it hurts on and off.” 

"Ah, okay. Put her on for me?"

“Kiz, he wants to speak to you.” Alfie said, moving to pass her his phone.

She took the phone. "Thank you. Sorry for making Alfie call you, Harrison. I didn't want to bother you."

Alfie settled next to her, whilst Eden disappeared into the kitchen to make her a hot water bottle, hoping it was nothing serious and she was going to be okay.

"That's okay, don't you apologise. I'm here for whatever you need, you know that. You're family." He said, voice firm but soft. "What's been happening?"

“He’s been kicking me all morning, I’ve been feeling really crummy. Haven’t been able to get comfy, but then we were sitting on the sofa watching a film and I just got this really weird pain? Well, sort of pain, kind of like a stitch? But all over. And then it went away but then it came back again.”

"Okay. How long were they lasting for?"

“Um, not very long.”

"Half a minute? More than a minute?" He pushed gently. "Were they regular?"

“Maybe half a minute? Not really regular, the first one was longer than the second and now they’ve gone?”

He hummed. "Okay. I'd just keep an eye on it, but it sounds like braxton hicks. If they get really painful, and they become regular, then call me back, okay?"

She nodded, feeling stupid. Of course they were just braxton hicks, they’d been told about it during antenatal classes, but she didn’t expect them to feel like that. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

"Hey, no. Don't you apologise. I'm glad you called me."

“I didn’t think they’d feel like this.” She mumbled. 

"That's okay. It's all new for you."

“Sorry to bother you at work.”

"It's okay, Kiz. I'd much rather you call me than worry." He said softly. 

“I am sorry, though.” She said, as Eden reappeared with the hot water bottle. “Can I use a hot water bottle to help?”

"Of course, that's a really good idea." He hummed. "But Kiz?"

“Yeah?”

"Please don't apologise, don't feel bad about calling. I'll give you a call on my break, see how you're getting on, yeah? But if you need anything between now and then, either call me or get one of the boys to, okay?"

“Okay. Thank you, Harrison.”

"You're welcome. I've gotta go now, but just take it easy, try and relax, and call if you need okay? Love you all, bye."

“Yeah, I’ll call. Thank you.” She murmured, hanging up the phone and passing it back to Alfie. Eden offered her the hot water bottle and she took it gratefully, the warmth helping to ease the tightness across her belly. 

"Want to lie on me? I'll play with your hair if you want, it always makes me feel better when Alfie does mine?" Eden offered. 

“Are you sure?”

"Yeah, of course."

She hesitated for a moment and then nodded, settling in his lap. The change in position was nice, and she sighed, readjusting the blankets around her, the hot water bottle tucked up against her. “Thank you.”

He ran his fingers through her hair. "You're welcome."

Alfie pouted from the other sofa. "First you steal my twin, now my boyfriend. When will it stop?" He teased.

"It's payback for your answer earlier." Eden shot back, grinning. 

“You can have him back later, promise.” 

"It’s okay, Kiz. I'm just glad you're okay." Alfie admitted. 

“Thanks. I feel like an idiot.”

"More than that one over there?" Eden tried to joke. 

“Maybe not. Sounds like one of you guys need to fix the Wi-Fi.”

"Probably not him."

“Oh, true. Maybe wait for Kieran to come home for that one.”

[karmic-vibes]

Two of Us

9 - Writing Letters On My Wall

cw: teenage pregnancy, [verbal] domestic dispute between siblings, pain and discomfort associated with pregnancy

1982

A few days had passed, and Eddie still had not come home. They’ve had fights before, but never for this long. Sure, they’d go days (even months) without talking, but neither of them had ever run away over an argument. Claire was at a loss, but she couldn’t put her life on hold because of it all. The following Monday morning, Claire found Eddie at school. He had been ditching quite a lot the week prior, and she had never been happier to see her idiot brother. She made several attempts to talk to him, but like a few months ago, he pretended like she didn’t even exist.

She would’ve happily spent the entire day pestering him, but alas, the class bells rang, and she couldn’t afford to miss any lessons (given that she’d soon be out for several months). She went about her day like she always did, going to each and every one of her mind-numbing classes—English, home economics, chemistry, band, and art. Her day was droning on—she kept telling herself that she just had to make it through her science class, then she’d be able to turn her brain off for the remainder of the day. When her chemistry teacher concluded with the days lesson, she stood up to head to band.

She had done it. She powered through her worst classes for the day—her spawn not making the process any easier. The baby was tossing and turning like it was going out of style and using her bladder as a punching bag. However, she was used to hiding her discomfort at this point, although today was harder than usual. Usually, she just had to deal with some mild cramping, but today she could’ve sworn the baby made her piss her pants. When the third period bell rang, she got up and collected her belongings to discover a puddle left in her seat.

Her eyes widened in a panic as she threw down her coat to soak it up, trying to do it as subtly as possible so her peers wouldn’t notice. Stupid fucking kid, already making me incontinent, she thought. Claire swung her backpack over her left shoulder and began heading to the band’s practice room. As soon as she stepped foot into the hallway, she felt the most excruciating pain she had ever endured in her life.

Tears were brought to her eyes as it felt like her uterus was getting cut out of her stomach with a butter knife. She leaned against the wall, praying that the pain would pass soon. Once it washed over her, she rushed to the cafeteria, completely disregarding her next class, to hunt down her brother for help. She spent what seemed like forever trying to find him in the crowded room, suffering through the deadly pain every few minutes. She eventually found him sitting with the rest of Hellfire—she walked as fast as she could and gripped the back of his chair.

“Eddie…” She gritted her teeth as tears pooled in her eyes—her brother refused to pay her any mind. “Eddie, please.” Her voice began to shake.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” he sneered.

“Now is not the time, Ed. Please, I need help.”

“Go find another worthless addict to help you. In fact, I think I’m staring at one right now.” He cockily smirked before returning to his lunch.

“Eddie, I know you’re mad at me, but I could really use your help right now.

“Not my problem. Leave me alone.”

“Eddie, please,” her voice broke, “I’m desperate.”

“Is that what you say to all the guys you fuck?”

Tears streamed down Claire’s face—she’d had enough. She grabbed Eddie’s hair in her hand and yanked it back. She whispered in his ear, “listen here, you fuck-wad. I am in so much fucking pain and-”

“And you were just leaving me alone.” He shrugged her off.

“Ed-”

“Claire, either you leave me alone right now or I tell everyone your dirty little secret,” he threatened. Claire’s eyes widened as her jaw went slack. She began to sob as she backed away from him. “That’s what I thought. Go bug someone else.”

And just like that, he was ignoring her again. She was alone. Stuck again, with no one in her corner. As she began to leave the lunchroom, the earth-shattering pain came back. She fell against the closest wall and bit her tongue so she wouldn’t scream. She gripped her stomach and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to power through it all.

Then, it finally hit her.

She was in labor.