#Pit Babe fanfic

[cryingatships]

say, if i hypothetically run a Pit Babe (or maybe even all the Change bls + gls, released or otherwise) secret santa/gift exchange event in december (you'd be able to submit your works much before that, probably november onwards if you're busy in those days tho), would anyone be interested in participating?

[alanjeffbrainrot]

AJ Pregnancy Shenanigans Pt. 1

Find the expanded (nsfw) version on AO3

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Word Count: 694 ~~~~~~~~~~~ To read pt. 2

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Jeff’s world stops spinning briefly when he looks into his sink. Two pink lines. Fuck, he thinks, what the fuck are we going to do. With shaking hands he snatches his phone off the counter and calls Alan.

“Miss me already, nu?” Alan teases as soon as the line connects. “I’ve got about an hour left of work to do here then I’ll be home.”

A faint smile graces Jeff’s lips at Alan’s voice, a small sense of comfort in the moment. Gathering his courage, Jeff responds, “Alan, can you come home ? Now ?”

Shuffling can be heard on the other line as Alan leaves the main garage and begins walking towards his office.

“Of course, is everything okay ? Are you okay ?” Alan is trying to stay calm but Jeff can clearly hear the anxiety seeping into his voice.

“I’m okay, I promise. Just….” Jeff pauses to collect himself, trying to not let his own anxiety show, “I just need you here right now.”

“Okay” Alan breaths out, “okay, I’m on my way. Let me tell Babe I’m leaving then I’ll be home. Call me if you need me.”

“I always do. I love you, phi.”

“I love you too.”

Then the line disconnects, and Jeff is left alone with his thoughts.

He leaves the bathroom and moves into their bedroom, seeking something to calm his racing mind. Unsurprisingly Jeff’s body immediately finds Alan’s forest green tank top. The shirt is stained with grease and is likely well passed the point of being socially acceptable to wear in public, but Alan’s scent clings to the fabric so Jeff refuses to let him get rid of it.

Bringing the shirt up, Jeff shoves his nose into the fabric, taking a deep inhale and letting the familiarity of his alphas scent calm his frayed nerves. And that’s how Jeff stayed for 20 minutes, until he heard the bedroom door open.

Looking up, Jeff sees alan standing in front of him, a small smile gracing his lips at seeing his omega seek comfort in his scent.

“Shut up.” Jeff scowled, with no real heat behind the words.

“Hey ! I didn’t say anything yet !” Alan says while walking past Jeff and placing his keys and wallet on the end table.

While his back is turned, Jeff steps forward and wraps his arms around Alan’s waist, plastering his chest against his back and begins subtly scenting the alpha. Alan melts back into Jeff’s embrace, enjoying his omegas touch.

“Is this why you wanted me home ?” Alan asks, “just needed a hug ?”

“No. But the hug is a bonus.” Jeff slowly detaches himself from Alan’s back as the older turns to face him. “I need to show you something.”

Tugging on Alan’s hand, he leads him to the bathroom and points into the sink. Alan shoots a questioning glance to Jeff before looking down.

Jeff can see the moment it clicks, Alan’s face paling as he looks between the test and Jeff.

“Holy shit” Alan says, picking up the test to get a better look, “Charlie’s gonna kill me.”

A laugh is forced out of Jeff as he stares at Alan in disbelief. “That’s what you’re worried about ?! That my brother is going to be mad ?!”

Jeff holds Alan’s gaze for a moment before they both begin giggling, happy tears coming to their eyes. “We’re going to be parents, Jeff. You’re carrying my pup” alan says, full of love and adoration for his omega. He reaches out, laying his hands over Jeff’s still flat stomach.

Jeff places his hands on top of Alan’s, enjoying the feeling of warmth that spreads through his body.

“Charlie really is going to kill you, though” jeff says a few moments later, just to rile up his alpha.

“Fuck, I know” Alan nods, straightening up to level his eyes with Jeff. “Guess I’ll have to enjoy you while I can then, yeah ?”

As soon as the words are out of his mouth Alan picks Jeff up, his legs wrapping around his waist immediately. Jeff squeaks as he’s lifted but makes no other signs of protest, more than happy to let his alpha take what he needed.

[daouoffroads]

→ the architecture of the minotaur's heart

Sometimes, Kenta felt like a dog that had been hit by a car, crawling his way to Pete's doorstep to spill his guts.

READ: AO3

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pairing: pete / kenta fandom: พิษเบ๊บ | Pit Babe word count: 10,421 rating: explicit tags: Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Character Study, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Human Trafficking, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Suicidal Thoughts, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, Way is alive

it's finally complete y'all

[asylumwise]

Current number of Pitbabe fanfics on AO3 after you filter on ‘English’ and ‘mpreg’

5? Five??? You disappoint me, Pitbabe community. Get on with it.

[chibipandaao3]

I’m already 1k deep into a fic focused on Charlie’s self worth, where he is seriously injured in the crash but never pronounced dead.

[ohanny]

pitbabetober whump edition

day 8

SLEEP DEPRIVATION

ISOLATION CHAMBER

FORCED TO STAY AWAKE

“LEAVE THE LIGHTS ON”

kim / north / sonic. pg. 1463 words.

kim would like to say the residual aches of his battered body are what keep him up every night but really? his sleeplessness has nothing to do with bruised ribs or the head aches from a healing concussion. the real problem is being alone in the dark in a closed room. sure, this one has a door that isn’t locked and comes with a bed that is right under a big window, but kim can't exactly help it.

no matter how exhausted he feels, every time he lays down and closes his eyes, his body tenses up and he starts overthinking everything. suddenly each noise is amplified and sets him on edge. the sheets that were comfortable against his body a minute ago start feeling like a shroud. the ac is either too high or too low and then, inevitably, some part of his body starts twitching restlessly. tonight it’s his left foot tapping against the mattress and he knows he won't be getting any rest.

3 am sees his third trip out of the guest room. he walks to the living room to take a couple of deep breaths in front of the floor to ceiling windows and then wanders into the kitchen to get water. after chugging half of the glass, he presses it against his cheek. even though the swelling on his face has already gone all the way down and the bruising has faded into faint yellows, the coolness still feels amazing.

“hey.”

kim jumps. apparently laying down with his eyes closed sharpens his senses to rival babe’s but standing in a kitchen dulls them down to nothing. he never heard sonic come in but the younger alpha is standing by the kitchen island clad in maroon silk pyjamas. his hair is pulled up into a small ponytail that, while admittedly adorable, reminds kim of the teletubbies.

“are you okay?” sonic asks hesitantly. “i don’t mean to pry but i hear you moving around the house every night.”

“i’m just having some trouble sleeping. nothing to worry about.”

sonic makes a face which… okay, fair. if their roles were reversed, kim wouldn’t let it slide either. a person he saw as a friend going through a traumatic, violent experience followed by persistent insomnia and avoidance? he’d be on their ass 24/7. it’s actually a miracle the x-hunter team has given him as much space as they have, considering their odd propensity for acting like a bunch of mother hens. sometimes kim forgets he's living with young men – most of them alphas and professional, competitive drivers – and not clones of his halmeoni. speaking of which…

“do you want to come upstairs with me? maybe what you need is a little sleepover.”

that is exactly what you'd tell to a little boy scared of bad dreams. except kim isn’t little and there's nothing grandmotherly in an alpha inviting another alpha to share a bed with his omega. not that sonic means it like that. probably. again, this pack is strange and while kim wouldn’t mind, he also doesn’t want to risk his precarious position in it by acting out of line.

“i don’t want to disturb you,” he says carefully.

“you couldn’t if you tried,” sonic huffs, “because trust me, it would be the other way around. north is like an octopus and i tend to move around a lot.”

“i don’t like the dark.”

it slips out before kim can really think about it and he freezes, mortified. but it kind of is the root of his problems, if he really thinks about it. the room he was kept in in tony’s house was pitch black, day and night. it was a windowless square without as much as a strip of light coming through from under the door and being stuck in the darkness had unexpectedly been way worse than the beatings. it was like being trapped in a limbo and drove him damn near insane.

“well, i like to sleep with one of those galaxy lamps on,” sonic shrugs, his voice deliberately neutral. “the light is mostly blues and purples, though. is that okay? because if not there's also a desk lamp and if we point it towards the wall it should -”

“blues and purples are fine,” kim cuts him off, feeling oddly flustered.

he doesn’t like it, being the one on the back foot. there’s nothing physically threatening about the younger alpha but he has an uncanny ability to sneak under your defenses to deliver the kind of an emotional gut punch that leaves you reeling.

“come on,” he says with a gentle smile, offering his hand. “let’s go get some rest.”

kim follows him in a near daze but tenses up once they make it upstairs and cross the hall to another guest room that has turned into the semi-permanent residence of the chaotic duo. he pauses at the door, mouth opening to politely inform he has changed his mind, but sonic grabs his wrist and pulls him inside. the younger alpha’s grip is surprisingly strong. kim has the fleeting thought of dragging him onto a mat to see what he's capable of.

and then he's bathed in colors. they're brighter than he imagined, dancing over the walls like the northern lights. beautiful, he thinks, eyes flickering to sonic and then to north. the omega is spread across the bed like a starfish, taking up all the space.

“ugh, he's ridiculous,” sonic groans but sounds disgustingly fond.

he starts pushing and prodding, corralling the omega towards the wall like he's done it a thousand times before. he probably has. kim vaguely remembers alan mentioning the two have known each other since freshman year of high school and been inseparable ever since. there's a spike of envy in his chest, a secret yearning to experience the same – to find a person willing to stick around and tolerate all his neuroses and busy schedule. his entire life might revolve around racing but it's not something you can take to bed and hold at night.

“you wanna be in the middle or take the edge?”

kim blinks a couple of times to clear his thoughts. there is clearly only one proper answer to that question, but he hasn’t been feeling very proper lately, and figures if he's going to try this, he might as well go all in. he climbs into bed, pointedly shuffling until he's dead center. sonic looks way too satisfied about his decision and happily shuffles to the side, offering kim his share of a blanket and one of the many pillows strewn around the bed.

he has barely gotten comfortable – on his side, keeping north and the wall at his back – when something swats his temple. there’s a near incomprehensible apology and then a pointed sniff.

“you're not sonic,” north mumbles.

“it’s just kim. we’re having a sleepover to keep the bad dreams away,” sonic explains softly.

“mm’okay.”

and with that north presses his face between kim’s shoulder blades, throwing an arm and a leg over his body. when their eyes meet, sonic smiles at him, silently mouthing “see? an octopus.” kim doesn’t understand how, with everything that’s going on, the two of them can still be this trusting, and it both tightens and rattles something loose in his chest. he already told the pack he'd help them take down tony but now, sandwiched between north and sonic, he promises to himself to do it while keeping these two out of harm’s way.

“good night, kim,” sonic whispers and grabs kim’s hand to hug it against his chest. “wake us up if you need anything.”

“okay,” kim agrees even though he can't imagine needing anything other than this. “good night.”

he stares at the swirling lightshow on the walls and listens to sonic’s breathing slow and even out. he waits until he's sure both of them are asleep before closing his own eyes, afraid of what might come. he expects the creeping sense of dread, the involuntary tensing of his muscles as hypervigilance spins his senses into an overdrive.

but nothing happens.

it’s still dark, but this darkness keeps shifting to the patterns of the lamp. sonic’s heartbeat is strong under his palm and north’s limbs anchor him down, each of the omega’s breaths stirring the hairs on the back of his neck. being so caged in should be making him claustrophobic but instead he just feels safe, like no one can get to him as long as he stays right here, and once his brain accepts this, the true scale of his exhaustion hits him like a truck.

he sinks into the mattress and his last coherent thought is a simple 'maybe this is what i've been looking for all along.'

[infinitelyprecious]

Started editing the 1st chapter of my KentaKim soulmate AU and now I'm rewriting the whole thing😭

[mrs-lunna]

Last Line Tag Game

Rules: share the last line you wrote, tag some people and have fun

I was tagged by @cryingatships

and i actually have a wip!! its been some time since i worked on it because im working on my thesis, but it made me miss this one 😭

this one is from my northsonic prince x jester au!

sonic’s eyes immediatly flew back to the jester. he had such a big smile on his face while exchanging whispers with the singer that sonic felt like smiling too. 

i dont know who else to tag, so if anyone wants to participate feel free!

[zenithsky]

new goal for diaryus: have kim help kenta nest in person

[currentlylivingonaprayer]

Unpopular opinion:

Wanting to read pit Babe fanfic to get over the series end, but you are picky and won't read anything less that 2k.

[cryingatships]

Thinking about sassy camboy!Sonic and his overeager simp-y fan North who squeals a little everytime Sonic starts a stream and spends a majority of his money just to hear the boy speak his name and thank him. (he's a broke college student di but like he has a lot of money to spare). And Sonic who has fans gifting him more but still has a like soft spot for this one viewer who never misses a stream and asks about his day in the comment section.

Or camboy!Babe who's known for his pretty, pretty face and tendency to ban ppl, even long term fans, off his stream acc to his whims with hid rich little sadboy fan Charlie who's there in his every stream. Babe thinks he's cringe af, but the money's good so he tolerates (or so he says) Charlie in his stream comments!

Or camboy!Kim and Kenta who drops tons of money in every stream but never speaks a word. Kim's intrigued by this mysterious viewer-

Abd between AlanJeff, Alan would 100% be the camboy, because it's hilarious to have a technologically challenged newbie streamer who's so clueless that his younger viewer aka Jeff will have to show him the ropes lmao

[alanjeffbrainrot]

Thinking about service top!Alan and his needy dom bottom!jeff

CW: dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, nsfw minors dni

Alan had always been indifferent about sex, it’s not that he didn’t like it but it never felt fully satisfying to him

He meets Jeff, immediately bending to every will the small omega has much to the delight of the rest of the team who like to make fun of him for it

Alan doesn’t realize that Jeff is just testing to see how well Alan listens

The first time they sleep together Jeff is very subdued, letting alan go through the motions like normal (aka letting him pretend like he’s in charge)

Alan spending that night staring up at the ceiling after Jeff is asleep, beating himself up because why doesn’t he enjoy this as much as he should. Alan feeling like he should be obsessed with having an omega underneath him, submitting to him.

Jeff knows alan has only ever tried to be in charge in the bedroom, only having partners who expected that of him because he’s an alpha

He breeches the topic delicately one night, straddling the alphas lap and whispering small praises into Alan’s ear

Alan melts at the praise, letting an embarrassed moan slip when Jeff calls him “good boy”. (Jeff rides him into oblivion then and there)

Alan is confused why Jeff calling him that affected him so much but he also doesn’t want to think too hard about it

A few nights later, Jeff flips them around, not enjoying being caged in by the alpha. He catches Alan’s wrists and pins them above his head

Alan struggles a bit, confused as to what’s happening until he hears jeff, “keep your hands there, Lung. Don’t you want to be my good boy ?”

Alan’s eyes widen at the words and then the man drops for the first time, head clouded, his thoughts fully consumed by Jeff and an instinctual need to just be good

Jeff smirks at the reaction, happily carrying on with what they were doing and constantly showering Alan in praise.

When Alan comes to afterwards he feels better than he ever has, content to snuggle up in his omegas arms and pliant as Jeff peppers kisses all over his face

They’re making out in bed one night and Jeff asks how many times Alan thinks he can cum

The older man’s mind is racing, stuttering out twice while watching what his omega is doing. A wicked grin forms on Jeff’s face before he leans down and whispers “We’ll make it three” directly in his ear

Jeff keeps his promise. Alan’s already had two orgasms when Jeff takes him into his mouth, determined to get him to full mast again so he can ride the alpha finally

Alan is a mess. Head in the clouds as he squirms and whines, small sobs being choked out when Jeff sucks at the tip

When Jeff deems him ready the boy looks up, cooing at the tears streaming down Alan’s face

“Just one more baby, you’ll be good for me, yeah ? You’ll give me one more ?”

Alan whimpers and gives a small nod, Jeff immediately positioning himself and sinking down onto Alan’s length

The cum together in the end, Jeff milking his own orgasm seated on Alan’s knot while the alpha cries from oversensitivity

Essentially Alan slips very easily into the dynamic and loves being Jeff’s own personal dildo, just letting the boy take whatever he needs

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[jamessupamongkon]

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: พิษเบ๊บ | Pit Babe (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: North/Sonic (Pit Babe)

Characters: Sonic (Pit Babe), North (Pit Babe)

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Alpha/Omega, Omega!North, Alpha!Sonic, Angst with a Happy Ending, Rating will change with subsequent chapters, Eventual Smut, Eventual M-preg sorry not even remotely sorry, Mutual Pining, More tags to come later, This is 100 percent self-indulgent negl...

Summary: North has always spent his heats alone. It's been tough, but he's always soldiered on regardless. But with his next heat rapidly approaching, North decides that he would rather share it with someone. So he swipes through a hookup app to find an Alpha, but is caught by none other than Sonic. Sonic thinks it's ridiculous that North would rather spend his heats with a stranger than with an Alpha that he already knows. North isn't too keen on that idea and tries to refuse, but Sonic gives him an ultimatum that almost sounds too good to be true.

Will Sonic's idea be a good one or prove to be a disaster? North isn't sure. But he'll try it out anyway, because really... what could go wrong?

North is about to find out that nothing is as simple as it seems.

[chibipandaao3]

Pit Babe fics on the horizon

Charlie slowly realizing he’s basically been “adopted” by Alan. After coming back, Charlie knows two things his love for Babe is reciprocated and his brotherly love for Jeff is reciprocated. Beyond that, he kinda assumed he was expendable or at least negligible — so why does Alan keep popping up to make sure he’s alright? (Confirmed fic in progress)

Babe isn’t the only one who suffered over the last few months — Charlie just does it quietly and sometimes silence just gets too loud. (Confirmed fic in progress)

I want to do something with North and Sonic — like because they helped Way spy on Charlie, Charlie just assumes they don’t really like him. And while he’s a great actor, he’s also a very guarded person — so he doesn’t try to see if he’s right. North and Sonic have opinions on that.

Jeff legit worrying about Charlie. I know he’s worried in the past, but this wasn’t something he saw and that’s making him panic.

[ohanny]

pitbabetober whump edition

day 3

SET UP FOR FAILURE

FINGERPRINTS I WRONGFULLY ARRESTED

“I WARNED YOU”

kenta / kim. pg13. 818 words.

during his captivity, kenta visits kim exactly once.

by then kim’s lost the track of time. he’s huddled in a corner like a kicked dog and very much feels like one with the way his entire body is one big, throbbing bruise. he doesn’t even know if it's day or night when kenta finally slinks in. the older man closes the door quietly and pauses, arms folded awkwardly in front of himself.        

“i’m –"

“i don’t want to hear it.”

kim is shocked to hear how raspy his voice is but guess that’s what stubbornly refusing to say a word and choking down your screams while getting beaten up by thugs does to your vocal chords. it also hasn’t put him in a particularly forgiving mood. he has half the mind to drag himself upright and try something stupid but it’d be a waste of time and energy. he knows he won't be allowed to leave and while kenta would probably let him get in a punch or two, he's way too weak to make it count. instead he tilts his head back and settles on a withering glare.                      

“i warned you,” kenta tells him. “i told you to back off.”

kim scoffs. sure, kenta had shut him down every time he asked questions - why me? what’s tony’s deal with the x-hunters? is babe being targeted? how did you get that bruise? - but there's a big difference between a more or less gentle “mind your own business” and a “hey, honey, i am involved in human trafficking and black-market organ trade, you're gonna get yourself killed.”

not that it would've made much of a difference. kim can admit he is really fucking stupid when it comes to certain things. he would've gone at it differently, though, with plenty of backup. and less feelings caught during secret midnight dates. probably. even now he can't quite bring himself to regret those nights.

“i tried to keep you safe,” the older man pleads.

 “and did you ever stop to consider i might have been trying to do the same? that i wanted to get you out?” kim hisses, finally looking kenta in the eye. “i saw all the scars. i knew you were in some kind of trouble and figured it must be your father pulling the strings.” he laughs humorlessly. “but instead you were right up there with him, weren’t you? giving the orders.”

kenta flinches but hurting him back isn’t as satisfying as kim would have thought. he knows the older man isn’t a monster because a monster wouldn’t be on the verge of tears right now. but kenta isn’t a very good person. he’s a spineless coward who was beaten into submission a long time ago and if violently kidnapping his lover to drag him to the wolves didn’t snap kenta out of it, kim isn’t sure anything ever will.

“i’ll get you out,” kenta tells him quietly. “i promise, kim. i won't let you die here.” 

he sounds like he actually believes it but for kim it rings hollow. he looks down and stares at his bruised hands. he busted his knuckles during the fight in his hotel room and henchman #1 broke two of his fingers when he made a go for the man’s gun in the elevator. his eyes travel down to his knee that is visibly swollen and certainly fucked up. he’s no expert but he's pretty sure if he doesn’t receive medical attention soon, the damage will be permanent, in which case he'd have to kiss his career as a top racer goodbye. kenta keeping him alive doesn’t really matter if he doesn’t have a life to return to. 

that zaps the fight out of kim. he lets his body tilt all the way to the right until he's laying on the floor, back to the wall, all curled up to keep himself warm and protected. it's exhausting, being this angry all the time. he figures he's allowed to take a small break to wallow in self-pity now so that he can keep fighting the good fight tomorrow. or later today. fuck, he really wishes he had a window.    

“please leave,” he whispers and closes his eyes.

kenta calls his name for the last time. it comes out so soft, like a prayer, and kim's mind flashes to kenta that night they first fell into bed together – wide-eyed and shy, inexperienced but oh so desperate to please. but that memory is tainted now by kenta standing his ground next to tony. he made his choice. he didn’t even blink when he handed over the knife that could easily have ended kim's life right then and there. he bites his lip and says nothing as kenta finally walks away.

the door to his cell closes and kim is left alone. he should be relieved but somehow it hurts more than all his injuries combined.                

[infinitelyprecious]

Kissing all the Pit Babe fanfic writers on the forehead rn. Thank you guys so much for keeping me fed