#bc donor conceived

[aquamonstra]

Story prompt that is also just my life: when do you do when you bear the burden of a family curse but you don't have a family?

[nami-moittli]

Currently trying to figure out a combined family tree for the 1-6 Joestars and the 7-9 joestars, even though I’m only on chapter 12 of Jojolion. Send help

I’m not done yet, mainly because I have NO CLUE how to start going about Johnny’s side of the family tree, considering how 90% of it is just reusing the 1-6 family tree until oops! The Kira’s are here now! And idk how I wanna go about doing that right now, and like I said, I’m still really early on in jojolion, so idk where gappy falls just yet, and I haven’t even touched jojolands yet, all I know is that the jojo is named Jodio Joestar and has a sister named Dragona, and that seems pretty daunting rn lol

Some notes!

Dio and Diego have the Joestar last name due to being adopted

Their mother is specifically Diego’s mother because we have much more to go on for her, at least from what I’ve seen

Her name is Anne because in jojolion it says that George I’s wife’s name was Anne, but I’m pretty sure that Mary is Jona’s mom’s name, so the name has been gifted to the Brandos

Also nicknames don’t show up so imagine that it’s either their nicknames or just the Roman numerals for how many times the name has repeated (ex. Johnny instead of Jonathan (II), Lisa Lisa instead of Elizabeth, George II, Tomoko II, Norisuke IV, etc)

Lucy is Lucy Steel because I find it funny and her maiden name is Pendleton, so I like to think that she’s actually named after Erina’s mom

Yes this means that all of Jona and Eri’s children are named after other people, George II, Jonathan II and Lucy II

No I don’t know how Steven Steel plays into this

Josuke’s donor conceived, so Joseph is technically still his bio dad n stuff and Josuke’s an actual Joestar

Also since this is purely for me, really, imagine Yukako as siblings with Josuke bc I love Yukasuke twins. I did go back and add her in, but then you weren’t able to see everyone on the family tree nicely anymore, so just imagine she’s there

George II and Nicholas have been condescend into one character, feel free to imagine his full name as George Nicholas Joestar II

In the panels of JoJolion I used to get the Higashikatas family tree, it mentioned a few unnamed siblings, due to their lack of importance they have been erased from existence. Who knows, maybe they still exist but I did not add them

Same goes for Johnny’s family tree, for when I get to it

Marina is like, the only non canon name on this list, unless you include Anne but even then I got it from a different character

No idk how some things would play out due to this shift (ex. Sbr) this is mainly just for fun

Ryohei is younger than Norisuke IV, I just didn’t feel like going to the trouble of fixing it and swapping their places around

I… think that’s it? I’ll probably go back and update this eventually with Johnny’s family, and if Lucy ends up with children or anything and where ever the fuck Gappy, Jodio and Dragona end up, but for now this is it

Also thank you to these panels from JoJolion:

Also bonus Johnny family tree:

[whentherewerebicycles]

Hi! I'm sending this with the full understanding that it's an incredibly intrusive question, so PLEASE don't hesitate to delete / ignore. My wife and I are planning to start trying to conceive....soon. Like in the next few months probably? And I'm trying to grapple with the complexities of using a sperm donor and having a hard time wrapping my head around it. Would genuinely love to benefit from any insight or reflection that you're willing to share~~

congrats to you guys!! wishing you all the best on the ~ttc journey~ (as the forums call it lol). I thought that choosing the donor would feel like a big deal or would be really challenging but I was surprised by how much I didn’t feel stressed or concerned about it when I was actually choosing. my one non-negotiable criteria was I wanted an open ID donor so that my kid has the option of contacting him when he turns 18 — he doesn’t have to, of course, but I thought it would be good for him to be able to make that choice if he wanted to. other than that I really just picked based on vibes. I just liked my donor’s responses and thought he seemed like a smart, interesting person, and i wanted to be able to tell my kid I picked him because I liked XYZ things about him. but it ultimately didn’t matter THAT much to me bc I’m not going to be the one who contacts him later and we probably won’t ever have any kind of relationship to each other, yknow? I’m grateful to my donor for helping me achieve my dream of becoming a parent and I do have moments where i feel a little sad for him, because he helped make this perfect little baby and he doesn’t even know this beautiful kid is out there! maybe he’ll never know if owen doesn’t want to contact him! but that’s ok, that’s what we all signed on for, and I’m glad that people become donors so that this kind of assisted reproduction is possible.

[terresdebrume]

Also re: picking donor traits, there is also the matter of plain old availability?

Like, donors don't necessarily give a lot or regularly, they might be limited in how many times they can donate or the laws in place might limit how many families can use the same donor. Add to that the financial concerns and again, the practical reality is that you kind of have to be materialistic about these things

Similarly: one comment was shocked that the YouTuber used imported sperm (they didn't) but imported sperm covers a lot of different things!

I am currently on Cambodia. IUI process, if it happens, will most likely happen here. All local donors are khmer, aka not my race, and I don't particularly intend to raise a child here forever bc I don't want to live here forever

Which is the most unethical, imported sperm from a potential Westerner or sperm from a local donor that means my kid will be a mixed Asian kid in Europe for most of their life* ? And since my mom's family is mixed via my great grandfather, am I only allowed mixed donors? Mixed and poc donors are notoriously underrepresented in sperm banks at least in France (and idek if there would be a way to legally get sperm from there) so am I, a largely white/white looking person only allowed to pick a white donor?**

And let's say I do find a mixed donor to match my family, my family tree goes up to my great grandfather, who had a slave name, and then I guess maybe one or two generations up? So how do we deal with the question of the ancestors' culture? I guess I could go for Belgian bc of my father's side but that's also from my great grandparents and not something that's been preserved

Am I allowed to 'just' give my kid French and Guadeloupe culture or... Like, how far back do you go? I feel like a lot of the conversation in those YouTube comments assumes it's going to be everyone united in a long unbroken line and then donor conceived baby will be the only one left out, but for many people it's more complicated than that anyway, and while OBVIOUSLY this is just a very small part of the debate in a VERY specific corner of the internet, it's still a very frustrating read tbh x)

* To clarify: I would be fine with a Khmer donor and a mixed child! They would still be a lone mixed Asian kid in a majority white country which comes with attached difficulties

** Further consideration : if I'm supposed to pick someone who looks like me because I'm a single parent, 1. Exactly what level of scrutiny am I supposed to apply? Should I bring out a color palette to make sure I don't pick a donor who is too dark or too pale skinned? 2. Do the people who think like that know that a child can end up much darker or per skinned than one would expect ? (It's not common afaik but it has been known to happen) 3. What implication does that have for mixed couples who may or may not have access to the culture attached to their genetics? Or hell, adopted people who want children? Are we only allowed to ever reproduce with people who have common genetics to ours? 4. If your answer to that last question is yes, do you know who you sound like?

[sootyships]

1, 2, and 3 for the self ship fan kid ask game!

1 ~ How did you and your f/o decide you wanted to start a family together?

I've known I wanted to eventually have kids since my teens, if feasible. Started making kid name lists at 15, haha. Mayhem... Finds human kids interesting. They're so different from symbiote offspring, after all... So it's certainly not against the idea! Just a bit weirded out by pregnancy, which is just a wee little bit ironic. A lot of its scandalised questions, as well. "What do you mean it leeches nutrients from your bones if your diet doesn't have enough!?" And meanwhile Maymay makes me eat chocolate with two hands. As though I didn't already.

But, erm, with Ultron it's... I guess it kind of just started coming up. I mean... Well, when it did start coming up, eventually I grilled him about his level of committment and stuff. Like, should we actually talk about it seriously, or is it more of a thought experiment? And he didn't really have all of his ducks in a row, emotionally, at first, not in a way that was satisfactory to me. So that all is kind of why it took us a good while before we really even started poking at the idea of creating something new together.

But he's definitely, you know, interested in the ideas of creation and development and stuff. Humanity and flesh and metal. You get the gist of it.

2 ~ Was the baby born naturally? Adopted? Created in another way?

Sidzla was "created another way", Satu was born naturally (conceived via sperm donor, for obvious reasons).

Sidzla is a synthezoid like Vision was. Kind of, a further development on the original ideas there. But we meant for her mind to be entirely new, that is, not having any known previous iteration informing its development internally, the same as a human child. If there's something, then it's got to be the ghost in the machine variety. Like, reincarnation, or something. We didn't put it there.

Suddenly it crosses my mind that there's something similar between Klyntar offspring, Ultron, and Vision. They all have the knowledge of previous iterations informing who they are from the get-go. Born ready.

Of course, you can't fully separate any being from the knowledge of its predecessors. If nothing else, instinct and reflexes remain, and when it comes to humans, with the way we're so reliant of others when we're small, of course the lines of our development will be informed by those around us. So there's no absolute blank slate, only a relative one...

3 ~  How did your f/o react the first time they held the baby?

Oh, Sidzla he told not to disappoint him.

... I'm pretty sure he mostly hoped she wouldn't... Fail. Structurally. Mentally. That would have been hellish.

Obviously we'd gotten attched by then. But we'd also put so much active effort in her development in a way no human pregnancy really requires. At least not in the same way. Conscious and intentional.

(I actually know that's what he meant, bc I asked him, but letting people assume the worst about it is a bit funny to me.)

Satu he called ugly.

Which was kinda fair, she was a really wrinkly baby, but, bruh...

[muffinw]

I found out 6 months ago that my dad isn’t my dad and my sperm donor made over 100 babies.

I took an Ancestry DNA test not expecting this whatsoever. I went into it thinking my dad was my dad, sometimes people just don’t look like one parent.

Short reason I took the test: I was curious to see if there was an ethnicity I wouldn’t expect in my DNA. The long reason has to do with the intersection between reincarnation and ancestor spirituality.

It actually all started about a year ago when I realized via tarot that in my past life I was my grandma’s boyfriend who died in Pearl Harbor. An astrologer with a specialty in past life readings confirmed that for me in a mind-blowing way. He then told me about a past life where I was Dutch. Then a separate psychic I’m social media friends with told me that I had Dutch and French ancestors. All my life I just thought I was Irish with a little English and German, and I knew that people tend to reincarnate within the same culture and/or family, so I wanted to confirm via DNA if I had this ancestry.

I got a lot more than I bargained for.

December 30, 2024, I got my results at about 9:30am. Before it lets you see your results, it shows you a disclaimer going “Some people are very surprised by their results! You can’t sue us about it!” And I went “yeah yeah whatever.”

“Who the fuck is Bruce?!”

I was the only adult in the house, watching my 2 year old twins. I sent my best friend a voice message bc I needed to talk this out with my voice and she was the only person I trusted in that moment. I didn’t trust my husband to understand. I told her something like “I got my DNA results, you know it’s the usual, Irish, German, whatever, but it matched with this man named Bruce and it’s SAYING HE’S MY FATHER!”

Among Donor Conceived People, the next few steps are extremely common. Denial: “this has to be a mistake.” Anger: “did my mom cheat on my dad?!” Bargaining: “I’ll message all these people I matched with that it’s saying are either my half siblings or aunts and uncles, and surely they will explain wtf is going on here.”

The first person to message me back said “here’s my number, call me, I’ll explain everything.”

It was about 10am now. He was in the car with his wife on speakerphone. He knew things about me before I said them, and he explained that Bruce was a sperm donor, the doctors told our parents to never tell us, there had been full anonymity, he had donated for about 16 years and there were a lot of us.

“I’ve fucking SEEN ALL THESE DOCUMENTARIES!” I said. Yelled? It felt like yelling in my head, but I was shaking so much I might have barely squeaked it out.

My new brother’s wife added “And Bruce isn’t a creep, by the way! He’s a really nice guy!”

After we got off the phone, he invited me to our sibling WhatsApp group, Facebook group with our siblings, Bruce, Bruce’s wife, and one of the sons Bruce raised before he started donating. He also sent me a Google doc with information on Bruce each sibling.

So within an hour of getting my DNA results, I had a new dad, 30-something new siblings, and an onboarding packet.

I say 30-something, that’s just the number that have been found out of more than 100 that Bruce sorta knows he made. He wasn’t supposed to know anything about the parents or babies, but he somehow got nurses at the clinics he donated at to illicitly tell him when he “landed one.” He lost count around 80. He feels certain it’s over 100. One of our siblings grilled him on his donation schedule and estimates the number could be as high as 220.

There’s also a problem with the fact that my mom never went to a clinic. She was inseminated by the same OBGYN who eventually delivered me, at the same hospital that Bruce himself was born in. I don’t think he knew that his donations travelled like that.

The day I found out, I just let myself spin out. I didn’t try to approach my mom. I needed the dust to settle a little. My husband begged me to wait until we didn’t live with her anymore, he was scared she would have such an outsized reaction as to kick us all out of her house, but we had no timeline on moving out, and I knew if I didn’t ask somewhat soon, I would explode.

The day after I found out, I waited for my mom to sit down to lunch. Made sure she had at least a few bites in so she wouldn’t be hangry AND blindsided.

Except she couldn’t be blindsided. She had put the DNA test in the mail for me. She had tried to talk me out of taking it at all. I thought she was just taking it as a personal affront to her genealogy skills.

She had 6 weeks to decide how she wanted to handle this conversation. And the tactic she apparently decided on was to act like it was boring and casual. Like I was talking about the weather.

“Does Dad know about the fertility clinic?” “What fertility clinic?” “The one you apparently went to?” “Oh, that. Of course.” She shrugged.

It was like pulling teeth, but I learned that he’d had a vasectomy during his first marriage, Mom was his 2nd wife.

“I told him it was a baby or nothing,” she said in a tone that told me she thought she was very clever. I also learned that Dad requested the guy be Irish, which Bruce is not. Or, he is a little tiny bit, but if you had asked him in 1987 when I was conceived, he would have said “No, I’m German.”

I didn’t find out that Mom never went to a clinic until one of my brothers came to our house to meet me and she dominated the conversation.

She was friendly and interested in him because she couldn’t escape him, but whenever I try to talk about my biological family, she’s very clipped. She doesn’t wanna hear about it. The other day she went “Aw, you were born at the same hospital, how sweet,” in a very mocking, seething tone when I was talking about Bruce, after I’d come home from having coffee with one of my brothers. She has never asked how I feel about the situation, never will.

It took me a month to figure out how to approach my dad about it. He’s a very emotionally repressed, very conservative Irish Catholic. I decided an email would allow him space to deal with his emotions in private, which is what he would want. I told him everything, told him how much more respect I had for him, tried to frame everything as positively and lovingly as possible.

The day after I sent the email, he came into my room and told me he wasn’t happy I found out at all, everything was great as far as he was concerned (it was not great), and he wasn’t happy about sharing. Like I’m a fuckin pizza.

I never really bonded with my dad, he doesn’t talk to me even though we’ve lived in the same house my whole life, so I don’t even know what he thinks he’s “sharing.” 🤮

And then there’s Bruce.

He and I started emailing back and forth. I get my passion for writing from him, as do a lot of my siblings. I also inherit his interest in spirituality and “alternative states of consciousness,” as he put it. Most of us also inherited his wanderlust, which he himself inherited from several generations of pioneers, missionaries, and other intrepid travelers.

He sent me his grandmother’s memoirs. She was one of the first women to graduate UCSF back in 1896, and took her MD straight to India, where she met her husband, a missionary, and had a bunch of her 7 children. Her daughter also met her husband in India, he was from New York but he worked for a tire company and went where the rubber was.

To think, I had no idea about any of this when I moved to Morocco to be with my Moroccan husband.

Unlike my parents, Bruce has asked me about my feelings and tried to get to know me. Despite all the kids he has, he gives everyone as much attention as we want.

That means he also respects it if we don’t want to be involved. There are a few siblings in denial, and we leave them alone.

The siblings that are in contact are awesome. I adore them. I’ve met 3 brothers and one sister, all live in California. Most of us were born in California, but most have moved around. Wanderlust.

It’s surreal meeting a stranger who looks like you and has the same sense of humor as you. The other day I noticed my brother and I both rub our eyes a lot, a similar mannerism. My sister was the first person I’ve ever met who also didn’t understand why everyone was freaking out about lockdowns in 2020. I told her “Finally! Someone who gets it!”

She’s also into psychics, and one had just told her that she had some kind of connection to Canada, and was spooked when I mentioned our great-grandfather was Canadian. She didn’t know.

Which brings me back around to my grandma’s boyfriend who died in Pearl Harbor.

The same astrologer who confirmed that for me was thrilled to get a birth time for a sperm donor.

And he was able to tell me that Bruce also died in Pearl Harbor in his last life.

[spookyrobbins]

We have to talk about the elephant in the room. Arizona finds out that Mark is Sofia's father. I think that would be the most devastating thing to s6 Arizona.

okay so here’s my thought: arizona doesn’t find out that marks sofias dad until after callie’s figured out she’s from the past. and callie knows arizonas going to take it perhaps even worse than before but that she can’t really hide it and it’s better to just rip it off like a bandaid. but bc it’s still callie she manages to do it at an entirely inopportune time and just overly casually mentions that mark is sofias dad

and arizona kinda goes off the rails bc her first thought is that callie cheated not that marks a sperm donor or whatever. like fully shuts herself away and she’s trying to process all of it bc is she really that pathetic that she’d stay with callie after she cheated? and is callie only still with her bc mark died and she didn’t have a better option? it’s just all of arizonas worst niggling fears about mark and callie come true and she has no idea they were broken up when sofia was conceived

and she’s already kinda fallen in love with sofia at this point and now she finds out she’s the product of callie cheating? all of these thoughts swirling through her head and she has no idea what she even wants to say to callie

and meanwhile callie’s just waiting her out bc a) she sort of expected arizona to take it hard and b) she’s an old hand at waiting arizona out at this point. she’s just sat outside the bedroom waiting for arizona to come out so they can actually talk

and finally arizona emerging and it’s so clear that she’s been crying and she’s just wrecked. and callie who kinda finally sees how much mark clearly bothered arizona. and callie getting to have this moment of revelation of “wow arizona really did have a problem with mark” bc if s6 arizona had this reaction it clearly was pretty deep set.

[lumonrecycles]

Season 1 ep 6 rewatch

Hide and seek

On the date with Alexa mark says he and Gemma were having trouble conceiving a child and thought about adopting?

Could this be how they were introduced to lumen? Going there for fertility tech and were screened somehow as being severance compatible or had some desirable attribute?

Or somehow got involved at the orphanage?

“She was very pragmatic, always had a plan b”

What if Gemma found out about severance while researching lumon and fertility and when she found out she couldn’t conceive (“this is the life you’ve been given, that’s another life, you don’t get that one”) she was interviewing in secret to be severed, and then died in the crash but bc lumon has all the medical tech they brought her back to life bc now they have a free secret employee

Bwahah in the article about the artetas Gabriela says “yheres skmething viscerally upsetting about having your home literally torn apart…”

Lumon lead donor did something worth putting in the paper two years ago

Devon definitely hides the laptop search from Ricken

Ricken wanted to make the baby after Gemma, but mark said no. Did he name her after his own grandma? Leonora? Eleanor is so similar. It at least fits with the Eagans and I don’t for a second think Devon would agree to that name if she weren’t fishy

Oh, cobel must have worked at the orphanage, that’s why she’s a baby whisperer

I just this rewatch noticed that when Dylan’s kid is counting for hide and go seek so milcheck can be weird in the closet that the cartoon his son is watching is a brain shaped cloud being sawed in two and rain pouring out to drench the cat in the tree, cute

And let’s talk about Dylan’s closet. If Dylan has a wife, where is she at pj time? I can see working another job, it would be a lot to make Dylan trans, although that’s not a bad name to do it with and he is pretty focused on being masculine as an innie, so it would be a thing to explore. And it would make sense thematically, like instead of asking him to step into the garage or something, a bedroom closet seems like a place with a lot of personal stuff to confuse the severance, to have him sitting in front of the two half’s of his own brain. I would love to see him wear those shoes haha. The boy does call him daddy though, this is a dumb alley.

I still can’t believe they named her Alexa, she has to be fishy too right?! Like, I love what’s his name, but Mark as a character there is nothing he has said or done on these dates that would make a self respecting doula throw herself at him like she does. He’s a hot mess!

Mark leaves right before he would have told Peteys kid “well actually I met outie Pete”

[delaneytalks-tostatues]

“You’re asking me about my theories? I’ve waited years for someone to ask me about my theories!"

Hera and Rhea are Dr. Pryce's daughters! Rhea is older by a few years. Dr. Pryce does, in fact, call her the "prototype." They were donor conceived, Dr. Pryce wouldn't want anyone else to have legal claim to them and she was able to pick who she thought would give them the best gene pool.

She was very disappointed when Rhea wasn't the perfect little clone she wanted. Rhea has selective mutism, she met Lovelace and her squad freshman year bc she tutored Sam in ASL. They uncovered some shady practices Goddard University had been hiding for decades, but before they could reveal anything they were all conveniently expelled. Rhea was disowned, she moved in with Lovelace and misses her baby sister. Once Lovelace manages to get back into the uni Rhea begs her to keep an eye on Hera. Rhea was majoring in Aerospace Engineering and Astronomy before she was expelled. She wanted to be an astronaut!!

Hera tried very hard to be the perfect little clone her mother wanted, but Dr. Pryce ultimately shot herself in the foot bc the immense pressure she put on Hera is the reason she has such crippling anxiety! Actually for a while everyone thought she was. Dumb because her homework grades were always terrible but she always aced every test. Turns out her brain just works a little funky and she doesn't do well in a traditional school setting! She had a stutter from an early age that never went away because her anxiety just got worse! That's how she meets Eiffel, he helps her pass their Gen Ed public speaking course freshman year in exchange for helping him pass,,,,everything else. Hera also definitely graduated high school at 17 with an associates and started college immediately so she's a baby!!

She's majoring in like. Computer Science with a focus in AI development and coding or something because that's what her mom wants, but really she'd like to be a kids librarian OR a music major. She plays a lot of instruments!!! Cutter said that was where Miranda went wrong with Rhea, she wasn't well rounded enough. Speaking of--

Hera was also Cutter's favorite, he all but forgot Rhea as soon as Hera started developing a personality. He taught her piano and liked to dress her up and he's the only reason she got to celebrate Halloween exactly once! It's one of her fondest childhood memories.

Hera is actually useless for sharing notes because the way she organizes and writes things down makes no sense to anyone except her. She has her own shorthand and everything. When they all study together she takes up a whole table with just her notebooks. (She will rewrite her notes in a ""normal"" Way for Eiffel when he misses class tho)

Hera misses Rhea so much and as soon as Lovelace joins their study group she catches a moment alone with her and asks if she's heard from Rhea at all since "the incident" and when Lovelace says they're roommates Hera gets so excited she can't get a full sentence out for like. Five minutes.

Lovelace and Eiffel are the only ones who know that Hera is Dr. Pryce's daughter, and Eiffel only barely knows about Rhea because Hera doesn't talk about her much.

Hera didn't go to a single party her entire freshman year. Eiffel (who DJ's on weekends) convinces her to come with him and Lovelace and Minkowski to a party or two sophomore year. She insists on being DD and stands in the corner with a water bottle the whole time.

Something happens at the end of sophomore year that has Hera moving in with Eiffel to get her away from Dr. Pryce, and then the Summer before Junior year is when she's finally convinced to enjoy a party. That's where she meets Maxwell, and they bond over having terrible families. Maxwell actually has to talk Hera down from a panic attack because Eiffel and Lovelace taught her how to do shots and she loved it until it all hit at once and she freaked out about Dr. Pryce finding out.

Also. I need to stress that I'm not an Eiffera shipper. I am a borderline hater, in fact. BUT I think everyone thinks Eiffel and Hera are dating. It's a constant struggle. They are never beating the allegations. Maxwell is distraught and pining because the cute girl from the party has a boyfriend and Hera is terrified to come out to anyone who's not Eiffel so she just deals with it until one day Maxwell makes a comment about it during their study group (Jacobi and Maxwell joined after the party ofc) and she just "I can't take this anymore--guys. I'm a lesbian. Can we stop speculating about my non-relationship with Doug and study now?"

This post is getting so long but when I say this is the most fleshed out au I've ever had in my head. I mean it.

Y'all don't understand how much I love Hera. I think about her endlessly. I am she and she is me. Ask me about college au human Hera I have so many little details abt her and Rhea in my brain right now

[unknown-donation]

I don’t think I’d ever consider someone who is DC a minority...

[daisynik7]

Title: Trying

Pairing: Mike Zacharias x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: breeding kink, daddy kink, slight spit play, overall Mike being a lovely, doting husband. Modern setting au. Mikasa/Jean, Erwin/Levi, Ymir/Christa as minor side pairings because I adore them

Summary: You and your husband get ready for the next big step in your relationship.

Notes: I wrote this on a whim because I’m obsessed with this man. Consider this a small love letter to him and all the Mike fans (especially the ones who are reading my Eren series “Rush”, sorry y’all 🫣) 

ao3 link

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Today, you and your husband Mike are attending your best friend’s baby shower. Mikasa is due in about a month, looking like a glowing goddess carrying her round belly and wearing a permanent grin on her face. Jean, her spouse and father-to-be, is equally as excited, maybe even more. He constantly posts updates on social media about how his “gorgeous queen and little bun in the oven” are doing. 

Arriving to the party, your own husband, Mike, displays his odd quirk by sniffing your best friend as soon as you greet the soon to be parents. “It’s a girl. I can smell it.”

You roll your eyes at him, embarrassed as usual, but always amused. “Honey, that’s creepy.”

Mikasa and Jean laugh. “We’re just hoping for a healthy baby. The gender doesn’t matter.”

“Then, in that case, they smell perfectly healthy,” he says, smiling. “Congratulations.”

In your friend group, Mikasa is not the first to have children. Christa and Ymir already have twins, currently glued to the TV in the living room watching Sesame Street. Erwin and Levi recently adopted a little baby boy, who is being cradled by Eren and cooed at by Armin in the kitchen. And Hange has her adorable daughter, conceived via sperm donor, helping Sasha and Connie bake cookies in the kitchen.

You can’t help but be afflicted with a small case of baby fever. It’s inevitable, seeing all these adorable children running around the house. You’ve been married to Mike for two years now, still enjoying marital life with just the two of you. But you’d be lying to yourself if you said you haven’t been thinking about it recently. 

It’s not that Mike isn’t ready. It’s you. He’s waiting for you to be ready. He’s mentioned it a few times, asking if you’re still on birth control, patiently anticipating the day you finally answer no. Nowadays, he doesn’t ask, allowing you to the be the one to bring it up first. If anything, Mike wants to start trying. You finally realize you want to start too. 

Later, when the party is over and you’re back home, you hide your birth control pills in one of your cluttered drawers. The one where all knickknacks that are destined to be forgotten are collected. You delete the alarm on your phone, reminding you to “TAKE BC!!” every night at 9:00 PM. You’re not sure if you’re ready to tell Mike just yet, wanting to use at least one good night’s rest to plan it all out.  

However, he doesn’t give you a choice. Mike, being an astute, attentive, and sometimes annoyingly observant husband, makes a comment as soon as it reaches 9:01 PM. You’re both sitting on the couch, watching an episode of one of your favorite shows while eating ice cream.

“Your alarm didn’t ring. Don’t forget to take your birth control.”

You don’t respond right away, pretending not to hear him. Of course, he doesn’t give in. Just as persistent as ever.

“Sweetie? Did you hear me? Your birth control?”

Biting your lip, attempting to hide an obvious smile, you lick your spoonful of ice cream before revealing, “I’m going to stop taking it, starting tonight.” 

He blinks, surprised and almost doubtful about what you just said. “What?”

“I think I’m ready, honey.” You set down your mug on the coffee table to wrap your arms around his neck. “Let’s try. I want to start making babies with you.”

He leans in closer to you, voice soft and tender as he asks, “You’re 100% positive that you’re ready, right? You’re not feeling pressured or anything? Because we can wait. We’ll wait until you’re ready.”

Your smile widens as you nod your head. “I’m 1000% certain I’m ready.”

The grin on his face is so goofy and adorable, it gives you the same swell in your chest you used to get when you first fell in love with him. That you still get whenever you’re with him. You kiss each other slowly, passionately. Wanting to relish the emotions surrounding this profound moment in your relationship. 

You feel him smile against your lips, absolutely giddy over the news. One hand slides around your waist, the other caresses your belly. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant with our kids.”

It sounds like an innocent, pure statement. But knowing your husband and being familiar with the sultry tone he currently exudes, you know what he wants to do with you in this moment. 

Wrapping your legs around him, you tease him with a smirk. “I just stopped the pill today, so it’ll take a few months or even longer before I’m able to get pregnant.”

“We’ll see,” he challenges. “Besides, it doesn’t hurt to try right away, right?”

“I guess not,” you respond, fingers pulling at the hem of his shirt. He gets the hint and strips instantly, leaning over you to kiss you more, tongue slipping inside your mouth sloppily. His body is heavy on top of you, surrounding you with warmth and protection that he so often provides. With his lips grazing your ear, he whispers, “You want my babies inside you? Is that what you want?”

You swallow hard, feeling your arousal leak onto your panties, horny and desperate for him. “Yes, Mike. Give it to me. Make me pregnant.”

It’s impossible for you to get pregnant tonight, or even probably for the next few months. You’re fully aware of that. But this still doesn’t deter you from having nasty, unprotected sex with your husband and, hopefully, soon-to-be baby daddy. And talking dirty like this is a huge turn on for you both, so you’ll be damned if you don’t take full advantage of it. 

Soon, all your clothes are tossed to the floor, abandoned ice cream melting away on the coffee table. Mike has your legs hoisted up towards your shoulders in a mating press, pounding away at your wet pussy. Drool leaks down the sides of your mouth as you let your moans echo into the empty space of your living room. 

“Mike!” you whimper, dizzy from ecstasy as he hits your sweet spot over and over again.

“No. Not Mike. Use my other name, honey,” he grunts out, grip tight on your thighs as he thrusts his cock in and out of you. 

“Daddy,” you whine, feeling your climax approaching. 

“That’s it. Take my fucking cock, take my fucking cock.”

“Fuck,” you breathe out, coming all over him. He doesn’t stop. Instead, he picks up his pace, riled up from your orgasm, needy for his own. 

“You want to become a mommy, don’t you? Have my sperm swimming around in this precious little cunt?” He gazes down at your arousal, letting his spit trickle over your clit. “Touch yourself while I fuck you. I want it nice and juicy while I fill you up.”

“Oh my god, Mike. Fuck me. Fuck me, daddy,” you moan, taking it like an obedient slut, fingers reaching down to flick your already puffy clit. 

“I’m going to breed you. Get you fucking pregnant with my babies. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, honey?” he growls, eyes wild with lust as he rails you deeper and deeper. 

“Yes, daddy. I’d love that. I love you.”

He lets out an exasperated laugh. “I love you so much, princess. Can’t wait to see this belly big and round. I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time. Been fantasizing about it.” 

You can’t speak, words not enough to express the affection you have for your husband. It’s been two years of marital bliss and every day still feels like paradise together. 

“I’m going to come, honey. Going to fill you up, okay?”

You wrap yourself around him tighter, waiting for his cock to spurt his warm load into your pussy. The sensation of being stuffed with him always pushes you over the edge. You come once more, his softening cock still nestled inside you. 

His smirks as he lowers your legs, pulling his dick out slowly. Any cum that drips out of you is promptly fingered back in, Mike determined to get you pregnant tonight. Again, it’s impossible, but you appreciate his effort and tenacity.

A few months later, after countless nights of trying, you surprise him with a positive pregnancy test. The overjoyed smile on his face as he squeezes your now pregnant body in his loving embrace is something you’ll have stored in your memory forever.  

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End Notes: I love him, I love him, I love him.

[httpjupiterbby]

Yeah give me some natty fluff 1 - 25 - 40

Also can you add stark reader with some Banner bc I have beef with banner, maybe they work together at the lab?

Thank you c:

1.1𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 1.1𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢. ®

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:18+ 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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Huffing, you sat on your stool watching as Natasha, your wife, and Bruce spoke quietly to each other. You trust Natasha but you didn’t trust Bruce especially lately with him asking questions on how your life is going though you work together, how Natasha was doing, if we wanted children, even asked if your marriage was going okay.

You look down at your notes and start to write, trying to get your mind off what’s happening a few feet away from you. Continuing to write, you hadn’t notice Natasha walking towards you until you heard her voice.

“Hey, baby.”

Looking up at her, you gave her a smile and a quick “hi” before continuing to write. Natasha takes a seat in the stool next to you, staring at you. Feeling her stare, you look up raising an eyebrow, “Done talking to jolly green giant?”

“Yes, I am.” The avenger nods about to change the subject when she sees the sour look on your face, “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“No.” You mumbled still staring down at your notebook. Grinning, Natasha leans forward and presses a few kisses on your cheek, “You are.”

Blushing, you shake your head, “I’m not.” You mutter, “Totally not jealous of the fact that you’ve been secretly talking to him for weeks now..”

The redhead stares at you for a few seconds before speaking, “I want to start a family of our own..." Natasha eyes you looking for a reaction, “That’s why I’ve been talking to him. I know we’ve talked about adoption or a sperm donor but I thought why not ask boy genius if it could be possible if we could conceive a child with our own DNA. I didn’t want to get your hopes up, our hopes up. That’s why I’ve been talking to him.” She kisses your palm, “

“God, I love you.” You lean forward and press your lips against her, the kiss full of passion and love. You pull away leaning your forehead on hers, “I love you too, sweets.” Natasha pecks your lips, a small smirk, “Can’t believe you were jealous.”

Rolling your eyes, you pull away from her lightly pushing her away, “Shut up.”

“Shut up.” Natasha mocks you, chuckling. You shake your head at her, holding in your laugh, “You're so immature."

"You're So iMmATuRe." The redhead mocks you again causing another eye roll, "Stop repeating after me!" You say taking off your lap coat throwing it on an empty table before heading towards the door.

"StoP RePeAtiNg- no where are going, come back!” Natasha stops the mocking as you walking out the lab room, quickly jumping off the stool and running to catch up to you.

[misfitwashere]

For Sale

About

The Martin JRM Mars was conceived in 1941 as a patrol bomber, intended to scale up the already existing Martin PBM Mariner. The prototype, designated as XPB2M-1R, went into test phase in November 1941 and first flew in June 1942. Being the largest flying boat ever to enter Allied service during WWII, it was soon assigned the role of a transport aircraft instead.

After successful tests in 1943, the Navy originally decided to order 20 aircraft. Later they reduced the order to only the five which were already being manufactured. Those five aircraft were designated as Marianas Mars, Philippine Mars, Marshall Mars, Caroline Mars, and Hawaii Mars. Unfortunately, several weeks after conducting successful test flights, the first Hawaii Mars crashed in Chesapeake Bay.

Even though this four-engined giant had to wait until January 1944 to officially enter service with the Navy, it continued to be employed after the war as a useful asset.

Used mainly for exhibition purposes, Caroline Mars set a world record for passenger loads on 4 March 1949 by carrying 269 people from San Diego to Alameda, CA. Marshall Mars, was lost in 1950 after an engine caught fire whilst in Hawaii. Despite malfunctions, the four surviving Martin JRM Mars aircraft served with cargo duties until 1956, when they were officially retired. The aircraft were almost sold for scrap, but in 1959 they were given a second chance. A Canadian company, Forest Industries Flying Tankers, purchased them to serve as part of their forest fire prevention inventory. The conversion enabled the aircraft to carry 7,200 U.S. gallons of water, covering an area of up to 4 acres.

The planes designated as Marianas Mars and Caroline Mars were the first to become water bombers. In 1961 Marianas Mars suffered an accident while participating in a firefighting operation near Northwest Bay, BC, Canada. Just two years later, Caroline Mars was damaged beyond repair while tied down in a severe storm at the airport in Victoria B.C. Afterward the remaining two Martin JRM Mars planes, Hawaii Mars II and Philippine Mars, were both converted into water bombers and remained in service until Hawaii Mars II eventually retired in 2015 - far beyond anyone’s expectations.

More recently, Hawaii Mars II starred at the EAA’s 2016 Air Venture, thrilling many enthusiasts when simulating “fire attacks” on the Oshkosh Airfield. Today, Hawaii Mars II remains the only airworthy example of it’s type in the world. The opportunity to purchase and preserve a unique part of aviation history is now available for the discerning buyer, or donor.

https://www.warhistoryonline.com/war-articles/the-gigantic-martin-jrm-mars-flying-boat-in-pictures.html

[atticusisshitposting]

HC for Mercedes/Henry

They found it quite hard to conceive. As in that it had gotten to the point where doctors were recommending IVF or sperm donors/surrogacy. Before this, (bc it’s them) they turned to alternative medicines that shamans and healers had used hundreds of years before. If it was possible then there were even more crystals hung around the house. There were oils and teas, herbal baths, rituals and even forms of meditation. Eventually they got the two, beautiful, red lines and were squealing like little kids.

The twins were proclaimed a ‘miracle’ when they were born due to the likelihood of them conceiving being so slim and Henry was completely aboard with this viewpoint. His beautiful boys, a blessed miracle. <3

[blackbird-brewster]

it is a true crime there was never mom emily prentiss. is she a lesbian to me?? yeah! but every ep she is sweet to a little kid i just…….!!!!!! thinking abt her as a mother makes me want to bash my head into a wall and i would love to hear ur momily hc’s if u have any pls and thx

-tjj

[I’m replying from my iPad so hopefully I can add all the links I want to without tumblr eating this. I am working with a ticking time bomb right now, but I am too impatient to wait to reply when I get home and have the laptop!]

OH GOD MY PAL, YOU HAVE ASKED ME SUCH A GREAT QUESTION WHICH I HAVE SO MANY EMOTIONS ABOUT!!! Might as well make a master post of all the MomEm content!!!!

First of all, Henry, Lottie and Shelly (Jemily’s kids in my deep lore) all call her MomEm. That’s something Henry started calling her when he was young and it stuck as her name for all the kids.

JJ already had Henry when she and Emily got together. But then they have a second child via sperm donor, JJ carries baby Charlotte bc it turned out that due to her abortion and the damage done by Doyle, Emily couldn’t conceive.

Shelly, their eldest daughter was adopted by them after they learned of her home life. She’s just as much their child as Henry and Lottie and they love her so fucking much.

I’m sure there’s probably more MomEm stuff in my archives but this should keep you busy for a bit!! <3

MomEm Headcanon Links!

[How Lottie Got Her Name]

[A VERY sad HC about Lottie’s Birth]

[Shelly’s Story]

[Giving Shelly ‘The Talk’]

[General Jemily as Moms HCs]

[More of the Above]

[Family nicknames]

[Domestic (idiot) Jemily]

[Meta - Thoughts about Emily and Kids]

Wholesome Jemily + Kids Content:

[Fanart - @cargopantsprentiss ]

[More by cargopantsprentiss]

[Fanart - @ssa-lesbian ]

[Fanart - @gravelyhumerus ]

Domestic Jemily Fic Recs:

(Firstly, I have an entire collection on AO3 for this: Domestic Jemily — but I’m going to direct link some of my faves)

[Mother’s Day]

[Dreams Do Come True]

[Steps] LITERALLY a god-tier MomEm fic tbrh

[Darwin] - how Henry got his nickname

[Other MomEm Fics]

[redandfranticfeelings]

i feel like snarking at your child that theyre never going to get laid is pretty fucked up regardless of context