#lets talk about mpreg

[myaoiboy]

Death Stranding gender talk you say? Count me in.

Oh, I'm so glad someone asked about MPreg: A Hideo Kojima Game :3c

I'm going to put a quick CW in here for a medical-setting image of an umbilical cord. It's pretty mild, but I think doing side-by-side images will be helpful for illustrating what I'm talking about. Also, big spoilers for anyone that hasn't finished the game, obviously

Literally everything in Death Stranding is so very tied to parenthood and especially the pregnancy and birth parts. Yes it's technically a metaphor for the creative process but also it's, uh, incredibly visceral. So I'm gonna start here with Sam, but damn everyone in this game has some gender going on.

Can we talk about how Bridget chose the same name for both her other half/fictional daughter AND for her adopted son? I feel like not enough people mention the fact that "Amelie's" "real" name is Samantha America Strand, and everyone just calls her Amelie. Maybe because it's fucking weird to have two kids named Sam and Samantha?

The fact is too, that the two Sams aren't the only ones with gender-ambiguous names in the game...we don't know Lou's gender until the very end! The use of gender-ambiguous names for the only two main characters that you as the player can actually interact with feels hella meaningful.

In fact, the game intentionally lets us think that Lou/BB is a boy for most of the game! Cliff refers to his BB as "him" in one of the first cutscenes we see of him, very early on. The game also lets us believe, for some time at least, that there's a chance that the memories are BB/Lou's, and that Lou is Cliff's baby. We don't know this isn't true until near the end of the game! Why didn't any of the characters point out this contradiction before then? I'm not sure, at least not yet. Very open to thoughts on this. It doesn't feel like the MO of the game to have a gender reveal at the end for shock value.

Anyways, let's get in on point one obvious: like I already said, this is an mpreg game. There's...there's no way around it. A dudes carry a fetus attached to them by an umbilical cord (which they make VERY viscerally look like a real umbilical cord btw, between the color/texture/the additional cable along the outside).

I feel like "haha it's the mpreg game" has probably been done to death but I love it so much specifically because of the implications that it makes and the puns that it plays on.

Sam is a delivery man. He's called "The Great Deliverer" or "The Man Who Delivers." And the last scene of the game, the last line before we flash-back for the postgame, is...?

Literally childbirth! It's...delivery. It's Sam delivering his own child, after making a trek by foot across the continental US carrying a difficult pregnancy. "The Man Who Delivers" is a double entendre throughout the game, just like "strand" is ('strand' like rope or hair, 'strand' as in a portion of a larger network, 'strand' as in stranding, like the beach, etc).

So like, what the fuck, right? Why do we have Mpreg: Hiking Simulator? What the HELL is going on in there?

So. America, right?

If there's anything Kojima really loves to talk about, it's America. American identity, imperialism, national myth, etc. Death Stranding is just the most recent and blatant of these. And, of course, one of the most popular American Myths are the story of the founding fathers, right up there with manifest destiny.

So we have this game where Sam is both literally becoming a father after carrying a surrogate pregnancy, and also metaphorically becoming a father by re-founding America. In that way we can see, through his experience of pregnancy, the trials of (re-)founding America.

Okay, great, cool, Sam is a male mom, wonderful, so glad that technology has progressed to this point, we stan. Maybe we don't stan the use of American nationalism as a tool so much but look at the healthy baby glow <3.

But I also want to contrast this with the only other BB we really see in the game. Yeah, baby, it's Higgs time!!! And I am going to make a comparison that is going to seem batshit insane. Bear with me:

I was skeptical myself when I first saw this comparison, but I've been converted into a believer for a few reasons.

The visual. While imo it wouldn't be enough on its own to make a case, I have to admit that his hood is similar to some popular depictions of Mary

Higgs is literally a male prophet of a goddess of extinction. He essentially considers himself her messenger,

While Sam gets his BB from another person, and it's also a live fetus, Higgs gets his from Amelie, as how god gives mary jesus immaculately

Much like Amelie's reveal that her "soul is a lie," the "baby" that she gives higgs is a twisted effigy. He carries his god(dess)'s physical form, but as she is a goddess of extinction with no remaining soul of her own, it will never grow.

i'm willing to believe higgs is a virgin, for the bit.

Okay okay I gotta stop for now because it's 1 AM but like, consider it, mayhaps.

[onyxsboxes]

After seeing @avonne-writes' post, I remembered the idea I had for a fic like this some time ago but never finished it (the werewolf!au started at the same time and the rest is history)

Here's a summary of how the fic began:

After the Schweinfurt-Regensburg mission, the Buckies and everyone else are very shaken up, so the brass send them to a country estate to take the pressure off.

The Buckies find a way to be alone and relax together. They spend most of their time in each other's arms, pouring out their love to each other (and not leaving their bedroom much 😏).

Fast forward to the Bremen mission (more or less 4 weeks later we'll say), Bucky goes to London alone (Buck can't leave their boys alone and still doesn't come) and Buck goes down without either of them knowing about the baby.

After arriving at the camp wounded, Buck is quickly thrown into POW camp life. It's only at Benny's insistence that he lets the doctor examine him after not being able to keep his food down too many times.

Buck panics when he learns of the baby's existence, he knows nothing about parenting (let alone what a good parenting looks like), he's a POW in a war and Bucky isn't there. This last point is both a relief and the worst thing of all. Still, he does his best to keep a straight face for everyone, they need their Major and so he's going to look after them.

Pregnancy hormones nearly take over on several occasions, especially as the days go by with no sign of Bucky, but he keeps a strong, stoic face for everyone.

When Bucky arrives at camp, wounded and beaten, it's Buck who takes care of him. He makes sure he's okay, stays with him all the time, makes sure Bucky has everything he needs to heal (even forgetting to rest). All the while, Bucky is plunged into fever dreams, crying for Buck or moaning in pain. It takes a while for Bucky to become coherent enough to understand what's going on around him, but Buck's presence always soothes him, even in his sickly state.

It takes Bucky a week to recover enough to be aware of the world around him, for him to feel Buck's presence near him, not only as the protective, caring presence of his dreams, but also to see behind the mask he wears. The one he put on to keep a straight face in front of everyone, when he was scared, lonely and desperate. All it takes is one look for Bucky to look past and Buck to start cracking, so much going on at once and so much fear, for Bucky, for their men, for their baby who isn't yet alive and is already doomed to suffer.

Here the first time Bucky's conscious and okayish in the camp.

Pausing in his words, Bucky turns his head to look at Buck, and what he discovers breaks his heart. He finds Buck's face completely devoid of emotion, his pupils almost entirely black, his gaze unfocused and unblinking. But worst of all are his tears, the river of tears falling down his face, he doesn't make a sound, just stares at the distance. John watches him shrinking on himself more and more, his breathing quickening and stopping irregularly, soundless. A quick glance shared with Benny gets his message across, and their understanding of the situation causes DeMarco to quickly lead the other occupants of the room towards the exit, away from the panicking Buck. After making sure they're alone, Bucky turns back to Buck. He finds him still completely motionless in his seat. Although they were only inches apart, they had never seemed so far apart. John had never seen Buck like this, never so absent, looking like a broken doll. He learned during their relationship that when Buck is sad or stressed, he becomes silent and motionless. He doesn't cry, he doesn't sniffle, he becomes a marble statue, motionless and indecipherable. Immobile and unreadable. The first time it freaked him out, now, even with more experience, he's still as heartbroken as the first time, if not more so. Because now he knows why Gale reacts the way he does, or rather, why he doesn't. He knows that he's silent to avoid being heard, that he stays still to not show weakness, that he's not present because staying in his head is better than feeling the arsh outside world. When this kind of episode happens, John has only one thing on his mind: find the people who did this to Buck and kill them, kill them so Gale can sleep at night without being afraid of them, kill them because he knows it's their fault that Gale reacts the way he does when things get too much to bear. Bucky gambles, drinks and fights when it's too much, while Buck shuts down completely. He's grateful, in a sick way, that he knows how to deal with it. He just hopes Buck hasn't gone too far and is still reachable. Physical contact is both the best way to get the young Major to come back to him and the worst possible way. In this state, Buck isn't aware of anything. If Bucky touches him without warning, he'll fall like a puppet with broken strings, and it will be very difficult to bring him back to the present. Bucky needs to have his attention and quickly, even on an unconscious level. Mindful of his healing wounds, he carefully climbs out of the bunk. As he places his feet on the cold floor, a chill runs up his bones and rattle his teeth uncomfortably. “Buck, hey buddy, I need you back here, baby," he says softly as he reaches for Gale's uniform sleeve, tugging gently on it. “I need you to get out of your pretty head, Buck. Do you think you can do that for me, honey?" Hearing the soft sigh, he continues. “Yes, just like that, breathe for me, darling, softly and gentle. You're doing a great job, sunshine.” Okay, well, Buck seems a little more present, that's good, that's really good. Second step, skin contact to anchor him further. “I'm going to touch your hand, doll, it's okay, it's just me,” he says, moving his hand from his sleeve to Buck's icy hand. “There you go, just like that, you're doing great Buck, you're doing great,” the small whisper he receives in response saddens him even more. Mindful of his injured leg, John rises from his place in the dingy bed to stand beside Gale. Smoothing his thumbs over the back of the younger man's hand, he gently pulls him upright. Taking Gale in his arms, John feels him relax against him, having anticipated the action, the taller had plant his feet on the floor to support their combined weight, light, too light. ....

After Bucky coaxes Buck out of his panic attack, they soak in each other presence while clinging as much as they can, convincing each other that the other is alive and well.

I have more about this if you're interest 😊

[lagunaseca2013]

How do you think Marc takes the brews Val is pregnant with his baby?

excellent question, anon! I'm not really sure if this is about reverse omegaverse or post retirement so I'm gonna go w post retirement bc I've been daydreaming about torturing that old man w pregnancy so buckle up!

I mean honestly I think marc is pretty happy! I actually don’t know if he’s talked about it before but he seems to want to start his family after retirement (rosquez soulmatery strikes again) when he can focus on it 100 percent. in this universe I don’t think marc is going to be like suddenly ready to retire just bc he has the ninth and vale is accidentally pregnant, but I think the fact that vale is at least retired and can be fully there for the baby would probably be enough for him to be okay with the situation. vale is also at least tangentially obligated to be at a lot of motogp races by virtue of owning a team and mentoring half the grid so when the baby is old enough he would get to see them a lot more than is maybe standard in this sport. (idk I could be wrong about what’s standard here I got into this like a month and a half ago)

if you’re asking how I think the actual reveal goes, well……..I think it doesn’t go as bad as it could. vale is a fucking mess when luca leaves him home alone to wait for marc. but he’s also like—relieved? at least a little bit, I mean the poor old man has been out of his mind horny and nauseous for weeks at this point and fully just thought he had some kind of mystery terminal illness. a baby isn’t a death sentence. also, he’s already decided he’s keeping it. the doctor tried to hand him an abortion brochure and the idea of it made him sick to his stomach.

obviously none of this was planned so he’s maybe coming at it from a staunchly solo angle of I’m keeping it you can be there for us or go to hell type of thing. marc is completely delighted tho so that doesn’t become an issue. I think they probably don’t have the serious conversation about it that they realllly should (remember marc came to the ranch for the explicit purpose of hammering out the reconciliation bc they’ve just been having tender intimate sex and not discussing it) and instead, you guessed it, have crazy romantic sex. marc is like fully ready to let vale fuck him, gets on his hands and knees at first and vale is like wait, and turns him over and he’s like all I’ve been thinking about for weeks is having you inside me again.

and then marc fucks him in missionary and there’s a lot of breeding kink and possibly saying I love you (rosquez be normal challenge absolute fail) and it’s RAW so marc’s come is like dripping out of him around his cock (he is cockwarming marc soft for emotional reasons). they probably do a lot more fucking, vale sleeps more than he has for the last two months that week (with or without marc inside him teehee) and marc gets to fuss over him and take care of him which is a brand new dynamic for them! pre divorce they didn’t exactly take care of each other, but if anything in the rare moments it was vale taking care of marc by virtue of being fourteen years older etc.

they order every prenatal vitamin that amazon carries and like a billion different baby development books. vale is high risk bc of his age but the ultrasounds and blood work said the baby was healthy and everything looked okay so they don’t have to worry about health stuff quite yet. (keep in mind vale got pregnant at his age on the first try; let’s just say his body has really decided to be equipped for a baby idk none of this has to be real or scientific lol) marc can’t exactly cook but he tries his best and either vale elbows him way from the stove when necessary or they order in and feed each other in bed like disgustingly in love people do.

I think they push the serious conversation off for as long as possible and just sort of live together for as long as they can get away with it. vale knows it’s probably early enough that he can still ride but he’s petrified of something happening to the baby so when they go to the ranch he just watches marc go wild by himself and shouts pointers at him that marc playfully does not listen to. marc is also feeling rather delicate about his health wrt being alive and well for his future baby so he’s playing it pretty safe out there too.

they’re basically having a babymoon phase of only seeing each other, fucking constantly, and lounging around. I have this awesome image of them watching a bunch of pregnancy movies and when they get to juno vale, under full influence of first trimester hormones, sobs through like half of it. marc is bewildered and amused and secretly really happy to be big and strong for vale who he has never seen before vulnerable and soft like this, even before everything. it’s domestic bliss until marc starts getting increasingly annoyed calls from ducati about preseason obligations and vale has also been fending off Uccio and the academy and a billion other people who don’t believe him when he says he’s not sick anymore and just needs some time—omg wait maybe 100km gets canceled, that would be crazy juicy—and the motogp community and media in general thinks vale is dying.

marc is like struggling bc he absolutely does not want to leave vale, in fact he never wants to be without vale ever again, but vale is spooked by the reminder of real world obligations and gets weird and cold. tries to push marc away and insist that he needs to go do his job (he is subconsciously testing marc; if you leave you FAIL) marc is having ptsd flashbacks to the last time he was in tavullia (hello ranch visit trauma) which involved. a lot of the same cold shoulder and manipulation tactics.

it’s a bad time for all! they get into a blowout screaming match where vale tries to kick marc out while literally clutching at his clothes, white knuckled, marc is sobbing and holding vale in a death grip whispering into his neck I won’t leave you please don’t make me go vale I can’t lose you again I promise I’ll do anything I need you both.

the insane “compromise” they end up with is (let’s say ducati make that skiing thing an annual trip) vale GOES WITH MARC to the event and stays with him in the hotel/cabin/whatever (even tho he literally has a house there) and they don’t even try to explain it to anyone in the team. pecco knocking on marc’s door the first morning so they can catch up over breakfast and vale answers, sleep rumpled, wearing one of marc’s tshirts and they both just stare at each other dumbfounded until marc returns from his shower and and smiles all fake at pecco like why are you just standing there weirdos :)) come sit and have an espresso, pecco I’m almost done getting dressed :))

vale calmly makes a nonverbal pecco an espresso and slaps marc’s ass when he bends over to rummage through the one giant luggage that they appear to be sharing. pecco is texting luca paragraphs under the table. it’s absolute fucking scenes when they have the big fancy team dinner with the long tables and marc shows up w vale as his plus one. and vale refuses a glass of champagne for the toast……..

[swagglessmoth]

Old sketches of Love will find you (this is a threat)

Never thought I’d ever see Itarin in a fic. But yk what? Hell yeah. Girl’s got a type

Kinda admire the dedication of the author for making Rin and Sasuke meet, bc they’re pretty much aligning every star out there to make that happen lol. With Rin being married to Itachi and pregnant with their first child (making Sasuke an uncle (?!) That’s gonna be funny when he finds that out) and being Orochimaru’s student as well (AND being buddies with team Taka), it’s pretty much confirmed that they’re going to talk AT THE VERY LEAST once.

[idiot-mushroom]

’men can’t get pregnant’ obviously you never watched ‘junior’ you uncultured swine

[flayedprideparade]

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Dustin Henderson, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Sam Owens (Stranger Things), Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley Additional Tags: Mpreg, Enemies to Lovers, Medical Procedures, Dubious Consent, Bottom Steve Harrington, Top Billy Hargrove, Post Season 5, Period-Typical Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Homophobic Language, mild body horror, Extremely Dubious Consent, Anal Sex, Ableist Language, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bisexual Billy Hargrove, Male Lactation

Harringrove mpreg with an attempt at a realistic explanation. Not ABO or wishbabies or any of the like. Post-Canon, with lots of focus on Billy's journey towards becoming a better person.

[random-non-shower-thoughts]

I got way too high and almost wept from my third eye...

I do not remember 90% of what I monolouged in my head but all I know is I started thinking about infinite universes and it quickly evolved (this was mostly definitely evolution, for I was going somewhere with this, I know I would never truly reach some conclusion) into me thinking about how writing is like this (because of course my mind would act like this on the good stuff) and I am part of the beauty, and the problem (jokingly, we all love retellings and fan fiction).

However the problem is I then began to realize that means there's a world out there with a pregnant Doom Slayer (my beautiful comfort character, may he kill all the demons he meets). My beautiful muscular man without a swollen belly, empty of life.

There's whole worlds out there that I will never get to see and all I can do is write my version and imagine what could be. I can only think about the unconventionally attractive man (I don't understand it, his aesthetics just work for me, I enjoy his design with or without the mask) and how I cannot be the one to help him bring life to a world out there. I am stuck with these visions--like all creative people--that can only be actualized on the page. And all I could do was think about how I am a mere vessel for my creations, an otherworldly being controlling my hands. I must be the one to birth this beautiful idea. My brain a soft womb for the hypothetical children he would have birthed for me as I watched. Why am I unable to change this fate?

And in that moment, my third eye was opened, and all I could do was weep. All three streaming mental tears of joy. The stars were whispering to me about the what if, and I could only cry that they could not listen for my answer....

[allylikethecat]

Chapters: 22/? Fandom: The 1975 (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: George Daniel/Matthew Healy Characters: Matthew Healy, George Daniel, Ross Macdonald, Adam Hann, Jamie Oborne Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Past Drug Addiction, Mpreg Summary:

Matty lied, which was probably a mistake since he was a shit liar on a good day, and today wasn’t a good day. He was much better at just, not saying anything, even though his therapist had told him that was really just lying by omission. He couldn’t meet Jamie’s eyes, and knew he was sweating nervously. He was hyper aware that he could feel the wand in his back pocket.

.

Just like in the bathroom after the show, two parallel lines stared back at him, confirming deep down what he already knew. The test was positive.

[pregnantsecondo]

james.. i had a dream you changed your url to @enochmpreg or something ridiculous like that and your whole blog was only enoch

Literally had the idea of pregnantenoch last night omg

[lionydoorin]

I wish m preg was real

and why is that anon

[firewasabeast]

Having Your Baby

There's no mpreg in here, just pregnancy jokes between buck and tommy.

“Mm,” Buck hummed, sleepy and sated as he draped his leg over Tommy’s. He gave him a little bite on the shoulder. “You can never leave now.”

Tommy looked over at him, curious expression on his face. “What are you talking about?” They’d gotten back together a few weeks ago. Everything had been going great. They had discussed all their issues and become an even stronger couple than before. Tommy had no intention of leaving.

Buck sighed softly, eyes already closing. “I’m pretty sure you just got me pregnant.”

That was the night Tommy nearly rolled right out of bed with the force of his laughter. It was also the night their inside joke began.

*****

It could happen at any moment, for any reason.

Nothing was off limits.

“I think I should get the last bite,” Tommy said, staring down at the remaining spoonful of chocolate cake.

“You got the last bite last time,” Buck argued, batting Tommy’s spoon away. He scooped up the bite, but wasn’t able to get it into his mouth before Tommy spoke.

“I’m with child, Evan,” Tommy replied, leaning back and placing a hand over his stomach. “Your child. Do you want the baby to starve?”

Buck glared. “I cannot believe you’d use our child to get your way.”

Tommy shrugged, reaching out for the spoon. “Cake, please.”

“Fine.” Buck reached out, but ignored Tommy’s hand, opting to feed him instead. “I’m getting an extra slice to go though.”

Tommy nodded, swallowing down the cake. “Baby says get two.”

*****

It was late, and they’d been at Bobby and Athena’s place for hours. The party was starting to wind down, but Tommy and Howie had been in the middle of a very long and, in Buck’s opinion, boring conversation about movies.

Buck had tried to pull him away twice now, and tell him it was time to go home, but both times Tommy had said it’d be just a couple more minutes.

That was half an hour ago.

So Buck found a spot on Tommy’s lap, resting his head on his shoulder. Tommy didn’t miss a beat, wrapping one arm around Buck’s back and the other just above his knee, continuing the conversation.

A couple minutes later, Jee came up asking her dad to help her with a spilled drink, so Chim excused himself with a promise that the conversation would continue when he was done.

“Tommy?” Buck started the second Chimney left.

“Yeah, Hon?”

He took the hand that was on his leg and moved it to his stomach. “Baby’s tired, and so am I.”

Tommy pressed a kiss against his temple. “Howie and I have been talking a long time, haven’t we?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay,” Tommy replied, rubbing his hand back and forth over Buck’s stomach. “Let’s get the babies home.”

*****

“I cannot believe we’re arguing about this right now!”

“You’re the one who started it, Evan.”

“Because I told you three times to take the meat out of the freezer last night. Three times, Tommy!”

“And I told you I was sorry that I forgot,” Tommy replied, his voice too calm and cool for the situation. It made Buck want to scream.

“I’m supposed to be making a roast duck with carrots and potatoes tonight. Maddie and Chim are coming over! How am I supposed to make roast duck when it’s frozen solid?!”

“The microwave has a defrost setting.”

Buck was sure his face turned beet red. “I’m gonna pretend you did not just say that to me.”

Tommy sighed, walking around the counter to get closer to Buck. “I’m really sorry, Evan,” he said, slowly reaching out and tugging at Buck’s arm. “I’ll run to the store and get another duck. Okay?”

“It needs to be exactly 2.8 pounds.”

“I will do my best.” He took Buck’s hand in his and gave it a squeeze. “I’m really sorry for forgetting, okay? It’s pregnancy brain.”

Buck pursed his lips at that, fighting against a smile. He waited a few seconds before responding. “Taking vitamins should help with that.”

“I’ll look into it while I’m at the store.” He squeezed Buck’s hand again, until Buck finally looked over at him. “We okay?”

Buck rolled his eyes, but nodded. “We’re okay. Can’t stay mad at you when you’re having my kid.”

*****

“Tommy, I- I need you to wake up.” Buck fought against the tears filling his eyes. He cleared his throat, sucking in a breath. “I- We’re here, okay? We’re all here waiting on you t- to wake up. I- Everyone is out in the waiting room b- because I wanted a minute.”

Buck scooted his chair closer to the hospital bed, staring down at their interlocked hands. “I love you, Tommy. We all love you so much. I- I know you know that already. I know you don’t want to be in here.”

Tommy’s chest rose and fell evenly with the help of the ventilator.

“They said th- the other driver was drunk. They weren’t hurt though, of course. But… But, Tommy, you’ve been through worse. You survived a helicopter crash. So you’ve got this. I know you do.”

He leaned down and kissed over Tommy’s knuckles, bruised and scabbed over, dried blood still present. Buck had worked so hard trying to get it all off.

“The others will be coming in soon, but if, um, if you can hear me, I… the baby needs you too.” Part of Buck felt stupid. Bringing up a joke like this right now would get him some looks from his family, for sure. But he didn’t care. It was just the two of them, and if it helped bring Tommy back, he’d make the joke every hour on the hour. “Size of a peach, ya know? All this stress is- isn’t good for her. Yeah, I decided it’s a her. At least for now. Wake up for us, Tommy. Please.”

~

It took three days for the ventilator to be removed.

And another day for Tommy to open his eyes.

But after some groggy hello's and a few sips of water, he reached out for Buck, who wasted no time being by his side.

“H… How’s baby?” Tommy asked, voice raspy.

Buck smiled, a tear falling down his face. He ignored the confused glances from everyone else in the room. “She’s fine, Tommy,” he said, running a hand through Tommy’s hair. “And so are you.”

*****

Tommy was going to throw up. He’d never been so nervous in his life.

Everything that could go wrong, did.

This was actually supposed to have happened two weeks ago, but one disaster after another got in the way.

So now they were at a last minute venue, with no catered food, no floral arrangements, barely any guests, and tuxedos that somehow got altered wrong and were two inches too short.

But none of that scared Tommy. Not as much as standing up in front of the people who were there, with the love of his life standing across from him, knowing he was going to become a blubbering mess the second he tried to say his vows.

A knock on the door shook him out of his panic. “Come in.”

“Hey.” Buck’s voice was quiet and calm. Tommy wondered how in the world those roles got reversed. “I could hear you freaking out from the other room.”

Tommy walked right over and practically fell into Buck’s arms. “I’m gonna screw this up.”

“Wh- What are you talking about?”

“I- I’ve been practicing my vows,” Tommy replied, moving back just enough to look at Buck, “and I start crying every time. I can’t help it. I’m gonna be a mess up there and ruin it.”

Buck cocked his head to the side, looking as fond as ever. “We’re both going to be messes up there, Tommy. Not just you.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had this much anxiety in my life, and we’ve done some pretty insane things.”

“Yeah, we have,” Buck agreed. “But I know one thing I’m not nervous about.”

Tommy bit at his lip, “What’s that?”

“Marrying you.”

“Oh,” Tommy breathed out. “I’m not nervous about that either.”

There was a beat of silence before Tommy continued. “Maybe it’s the baby.” He smirked, puffing out his stomach. “He’s making me nauseous.”

Buck smiled, patting Tommy’s stomach before pulling him back close. “We’re getting married, Tommy.”

There were the nerves again. “I know.”

“No, I mean, we’re getting married. I don’t care if you forget every word you were going to say up there. I love you, and you love me, and we’re getting married.”

Tommy nodded, sighing in relief. The anxiety drained from his face. “Yeah. That’s… Yeah. I love you so much, Evan.”

Buck leaned in, pressing a kiss to Tommy’s lips. “Now let’s go get married before you go into labor.”

[melodicmixsworld]

Guys let's spread around content creators who follow Proship ideologies so we can have a positive outlet and find more creators that won't randomly make us pull out our hair :D

I'll start with two:

ColeyDoesThings - Her whole channel is talking about fanfiction and AO3. She's very open about the fact she's ship and let ship and antis complain a LOT about the fact she is. Supportive of Wincest and Mpreg although I can't remember if she personally likes them.

Manlybadasshero - He's said he won't stop playing The Coffin of Andy and Leyley even though people are upset about the incest. He doesn't agree with the harassment the creator has received and agrees that the worst thing a game can be is boring. (To see that just watch his TCOAAL playthrough, he says it much better himself!)

[allylikethecat]

Chapters: 13/? Fandom: The 1975 (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: George Daniel/Matthew Healy Characters: Matthew Healy, George Daniel, Ross Macdonald, Adam Hann, Jamie Oborne Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Past Drug Addiction, Mpreg Summary:

Matty lied, which was probably a mistake since he was a shit liar on a good day, and today wasn’t a good day. He was much better at just, not saying anything, even though his therapist had told him that was really just lying by omission. He couldn’t meet Jamie’s eyes, and knew he was sweating nervously. He was hyper aware that he could feel the wand in his back pocket.

.

Just like in the bathroom after the show, two parallel lines stared back at him, confirming deep down what he already knew. The test was positive.

[reallyromealone]

Title: oh hey a mate(s)

Chapter: one

Fandom: obey me

Pairing: demon brother's x male reader

Warnings: suggestive themes, readers got truama, internalized gender hatred, anxiety, panic attacks, mentions of being a breeding tool, self hate, reader doesn't really understand sex, sexual themes, omegaverse, male reader, mentions of mpreg

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"HE STOLE THEM FROM ME!" (sisters name) Screeched out in a rage as she threw things around "they were supposed to be MY mates! And he stole them! That whore stole them!" She was hyperventilating at this point as her body shook, feeling robbed of her alphas.

Of her life, the thing she wanted more than anything.

"I know sweety but maybe we can set you up wit--"" I don't want someone else! I want the princes!"

And she was going to get them.

She swore it.

'fuck you (name)'

Holy shit this place was big.

God he felt under dressed, especially beside these alphas who were dressed so fancy and perfect.

The floors were marble and two grand staircases winded on each side and paintings that had to be centuries old hung on the walls "we will have one commissioned for you soon enough... Maybe one with us all" Belphegor yawned as he wandered the halls "for now, let's get you settled in" he said and looked to a nervous looking Leviathan who nodded.

(Name) Was nervous as he walked beside the demon who seemed to want to be anywhere but here "I-im sorry if I wasn't who you were expecting... I'll try and not step on your toes" (name) whispered, anxiously fiddling with his fingers and looked down "i-i dont-- fuck... I'm really nervous and anxious and just I don't really talk to omegas often so I'm just--" the demon seemed panicked and (name) felt relief flood through his veins as he pumped out calming pharamones for the Alpha "hey... I get it, if it's any consolation... I'm not great with people either-- hell I think this is the first time I ever left my families property!" He laughed a bit but Leviathan was shocked at his words "you never been into the capital or even your home town?" He asked genuinely and (name) shook his head "nah, my parents didn't trust me going out there-- you know how troublesome an Omega can be"

What the fuck? That's all Leviathan could think as he looked at the Omega worried "I- you're not troublesome?" He whispered and (name) just smiled "I try not to be" (name) giggled a bit as they continued to (name)s apartment, the Omega expecting a quaint bedroom but...

"I think we went to the wrong room.... This is awfully big" (name) said softly to the envy demon who looked confused "you like your apartment?" Asmodeus popped out from nowhere and pulled (name) close with a flirty grin "we had the butlers being your things in, don't worry we didn't let them unpack... Pharamones and all that ~" he pulled (name) into the apartment and (name) felt overwhelmed by all this "there's a nesting room there~ if you need help don't hesitate to ask"

"A-are you sure?"

"Sure of what?"

"That this is for me?"

"You are to be our mate, I personally wanted you with me but Luci wanted you to have your own space... Something about acclimating" his words teasing and (name) chuckled but cut short when his stomach growled and the two demons looked curious "oh yeah! Humans need to eat for survival!"

(Name) Felt embarrassed as he silently cursed his stomach for exposing him like this as the demons looked at one another in a silent conversation.

They were definitely having a sibling meeting later.

(Name) Dissociated during the rest of the evening, eventually ending back in the rooms he was given, the size of his old house if not a bit bigger...

Everything was pristine as he took out his belongings, his prized possessions and small hobbies to occupy him.

A few heirlooms and books and his childhood stuffed toy 'this will go in my nest' he thought as he looked at the nesting room doors, two ornate doors in a rose gold shade, the apartment all light colors unlike the rest of the palace.

It was a strange contrast, almost like they didn't know what to expect so they just made what they thought humans liked. It was funny really, demons trying to understand what humans wanted or needed as he was doing the same, wondering what these demons wanted or liked.

Getting up he went to the nesting room and was overwhelmed by the nesting supplies he was given, piles and piles of blankets and pillows and soft things, his purring could probably be heard from outside the apartment as he snuggled into them, a sense of safety he wasn't quite used to washing over him.

He was excited to make a large nest, spending half the night making it perfect for him to rest in and just not think about the fact he was to be mated on his next heat to seven strangers that were also fucking royalty! Well there goes not thinking about it because here he was!

Also his sister! Holy shit she was mad! And like at his wedding she will be there! Fuuck!

(Name) Was just sitting there head in hands as he processed the fact that within 24 hours he was now engaged and now in the public eye!

(Name) Curled up closer into his blankets and let out a shutter of a sigh, he wondered if he would be able to do the things he enjoyed before... Would he be allowed to garden? Would he have to dress more Omegan? Or would he be able to wear clothes that were comfortable?!

He needed to walk, movement to process this.

Getting up he walked out of his apartment and into the hall, dark and grand, ceilings at least 15 feet tall and paintings lined, some he recognized as the siblings and some unfamiliar as he walked around curiously.

Somehow he made it to the kitchen "I hope they don't mind..." (Name) Whispered as he sliced an apple, careful and gentle as his stomach growled a bit.

"Can I have some?" A voice startled him out of his thoughts causing him to slice his finger "shit!" The voice said and (name) looked to see Beelzebub who in turn looked a bit startled as he took (name)s bleeding finger and put it in his mouth, the Omega looking thoroughly concerned as Beelzebub sucked on the blood "I feel like this is incredibly unsanitary" (name) whispered worried and beez released his finger "demons saliva can heal amongst other things, depends on the demon really"

"Oh " (name) said dumbly as he looked at his wet but healed finger "what else does your saliva do?" He asked curiously and Beelzebub smiled at the others cute and curious expression "ah, well besides healing my saliva can work as an aphrodisiac if ingested!" (Name) Looked concerned and Beelzebub laughed "don't worry, it only works if I were to like make out with you or eat your ass!"

And now (name) was flustered as the gluttony demon kept laughing at his embarrassment "so why are you up so late?" Beelzebub asked after calming down and sealing some apple slices and cutting up some more, handing (name) an orange "just... It's stupid"

"Oh please!" Beelzebub pushed and (name) sighed "I'm just... I'm having trouble processing this stuff, it's stressful and like-- I never left my property let alone this! My sister wanted to be with you guys and she's already insufferable, this is just worse! I'm just paranoid that you guys are going to realize that like this was a mistake and reject me and like the fear of being an Omega in general! Will I be able to do the things i enjoyed before? Will I be a breeding tool?!" He was hyperventilating now as Beelzebub panicked "hey hey, calm down! It will be alright and-- no we aren't making you a breeding Omega.... shhh" beez tried to calm him as footsteps quickly made their way to the kitchen.

"What is happening?" Lucifer and the others seemed startled as the smell of distress was heavy in the kitchen "he's worried we will strip him of his rights and make him carry our young" Beelzebub explained as he lifted (name) into his arms and set him on the counter "were demons but we aren't monsters" Satan said disgusted and Asmodeus smiled "we would never do that unless it's what you're into~" he teased the Omega as they crowded him "I know it's an incredibly hard adjustment but know we mean well, it's literally impossible for us to not fall for each other" it's true soulmates would eventually fall for one another due to the bond "and we are sharing one mate so that means you have seven people to love you" mammon said in a rare moment of genuine care "what do you mean?"

"Oh yeah, he knows basically nothing about secondary gender or soulmates" Levi said softly and the demons looked horrified "well I know what we are doing tomorrow" Satan said simply and (name) looked ashamed and couldn't meet their eyes, feeling stupid for his lack of knowledge.

"Well his town is backwards" Belphegor yawned and wandered off back to bed now that the problem was solved "goodnight...."

(Name) Was led back to his room by Beelzebub and Asmodeus and looked confused when they put sweaters in his arms "the smell of your alphas will calm you~" Asmodeus said simply and the two wished him a good night.

And for once?

He sleped peacefully.

(Name) Spent the next few days learning about soulmates and secondary genders, the two interlocking "when your heat comes, it will be dangerous for you to not mate with your soulmate" (name) read the book in his off time, the book explaining how the bonding is key to not cause rejection symptoms or a drop, he definitely didn't want that. Fuck how does he have sex? Fuck.

Time to go figure that out, he really felt behind on this shit.

(Name) Made home in the library as he looked for any books that would aid him "Hmm? Looking for sex books ~ didn't know our omega was like that" Asmodeus seemed to love just appearing out of thin air and scaring (name) who dropped the book "i-i it's not like that!"

"Hmmm? And what is it about? Oh you're so cute when your flustered!" He cooed and (name) huffed "I am trying to figure out like, how sex works and stuff... I wasn't exactly taught... Just put on suppressants so my family could avoid it" he just constantly felt ashamed with them, their faces of realization and pity as (name) tried not to cry "well, if you like I could teach you~ don't worry I won't touch you where you don't like" Asmodeus could get used to his omega so flustered as he got closer, his alpha giddy at his mate being untouched "the first thing one should know is their body after all~"

"I- uh... I'm not sure..."

Asmodeus let his lips barely touch (name)s as he caged him against a bookshelf and smiled, his tail flickering and (name) seemed a bit startled by it All as the demon gently kissed him "that was... Uh.." "your first kiss?"

"Yeah..."

"Did you like it?"

(Name) Could only nod as the lust avatar giggled sweetly at his adorable Omega "oh, you're going to fit in nicely here~!" He doted on (name) a bit "don't worry darling, we won't do anything your not ready for but if you're willing... To experiment a bit, I'm always a summon away" and with that he was gone, (name) left with nothing more than the smell of his pharamones, sweet Jasmine and warm vanilla.

It wasn't till after lunch that Lucifer brought him to the gardens, a small greenhouse and a garden plot stood "we had it cleaned up, you said you liked gardening" he said simply and looked down at (name) who looked like he was given the potion of youth "really? Thank you so much..." (Name) Was releasing the happiest pharamones and Lucifer kept composure but god damn did that boost his ego as an alpha, making his mate happy.

"Just clean yourself off after you finish" Lucifer said calmly and (name) beamed at this "of course!"

(Name) Puttered in the greenhouse and began planting things, thankfully it was early in the season so he had time to make a nursery for plants "oh, sor--" (name) immediately shut up as he saw Belphegor sleeping in a sun beam, cozy and calm. Looking around (name) found his cape that Satan had made for him and covered the demon with it "it's still chilly" he whispered and went back to work, unaware the demon was awake and watching intently at the Omega who was carrying heavy pots and sacks of soil around.

(Name) Kept quiet for the Alpha, he must be so exhausted to fall asleep in a greenhouse of places so it would be best to let him rest! Eventually (name) moved outside, it was less chilly but a slight chill but movement will keep him warm! Using twine he found in the greenhouse he sectioned spots of the garden plots for various things like carrots and garlic amongst others, they were still in the nursery but it's good to get things ready now, he reasoned with himself.

"Your Highness! It's quite cold!" A servant panicked as she saw (name) in nothing more than a shirt and pants and apron, dirt on his cheek "don't worry! I'm alright!" He reasoned but she was not having it and removed her cape "it's not good for an Omega to be cold like this!"

Before she could drape the cape on (name), he felt fur on his shoulders as Mammon smiled with a warning "don't worry, he's warm" his eyes telling the servant to leave and (name) looked confused "oh hello!" (Name) Smiled at the demon who felt annoyed at how sweet the other was, his bond making his heart beat fast "Luci wanted me to take you into town so get ready" he grumbled and (name) nodded, a simple smile on his face as he wandered to the palace "where's your cape anyways?! It's freezing for mortals!" He chastised and (name) chirped "Belphegor was sleeping and I wanted him to be cozy!" (Name) Couldn't explain why he felt so calm and comfortable with the princes but they made him feel safe, even if they were sometimes like angry chihuahuas.

"You're weird" mammon said with no bite as they walked to (name)s area.

The tailors and seamstresses worked tirelessly to put together some clothes for (name) and his new class, the maids commenting about how the seamstress always kept embroidered sleeves on hand as the brothers always tore clothes during training--- well save for Asmodeus and Belphegor who couldn't be fucked to do stuff like that.

(Name) Felt regal, a beautiful vest made of silk and embroidered with birds and roses and a linen powers shirt and nice pants and expensive boots "you look wonderful your Highness!" A maid commented, (name) growing fond of his personal maids who cheered him in, them all being mated and married betas.

(Name) Was curious as he looked around the city, never really interacting with so many people who looked at he two in awe, the guards keeping a fair distance as he looked at stalls "you seriously never been in a city?" Mammon said incredulously and (name) looked confused "no? It's not right for an Omega to be by himself around alphas, I would be a temptation" reiterating his parents words and Mammon was horrified at the omegas genuine belief that HE was the problem and not alphas who couldn't keep their hands to themselves "well we are unpacking that later"

He didn't even want to get into the family thing, remembering the chat he had with his brothers when (name) had his meltdown and the acceptance that their Omega came from a very problematic living situation but he seemed to be acclimating well.

Or at least he hoped.

Mammon was confused as (name) handed him a stuffed bunny "what is this?" He raised an eyebrow from behind his circular sunglasses "well we didn't get to actually court because of being soulmates so I got you all courting gifts" he chirped out innocently, remembering what he was taught by Lucifer and deciding to put it in action though he seemed to have gotten it backwards as it was supposed to be the Alpha who gave the courting gifts.

"I- uh... Thank you?"

(Name) Seemed pleased as they continued their walk through the cities market, a giant hub of the equally giant city as Mammon stared at the bunny that was made of fabric the same color as his eyes, a small detail that made him flustered.

He noticed (name) budgeting, a soft smile on his face "you know we have basically endless money, right?" Well mammon didn't, he was cut off and put on a strict budget but (name)? He still had his money privileges "that's your money, this is so much!" To (name) it was a lot of money as he did the budgeting of the house back with his family, this was ten times of what they made in a year! "I am fine with this"

Hell, how did they get the exact opposite of them?!

A nervous Omega who was innocent and naive and sweet as honey!

"Oh you are absolutely precious!" Asmodeus cooed at the stuffed rabbit that fit in his hands "I hadn't even thought of courting!" He said with exaggerated sadness and (name) watched the others alphas reactions, though it wasn't the fanciest courting gift, it was a genuinely thoughtful one.

"He was worried about spending the money, he literally budgeted it" mammon groaned and Lucifer snorted "you could do well to learn that" he said as (name) seemed reminded and handed him back the coin bag, the Omega barely dented it "I got a few things for my hobbies but I brought back the change!" He said sweety and Lucifer had cute aggression at that moment as (name) looked at him with so much pride "you know you could have spent all of this right?" He said a little slow, (name) nodding "but that would be rude, I'm spending all your money without care... I don't like that"

Seriously, how did they manage to be fated with the sweetest Omega?!

"He didn't even but himself actual things for himself! He bought things to make us things!" Mammon groaned out but they all knew he equally swooned at the fact their Omega was so sweet.

But also he didn't buy himself anything, Asmodeus has had to bring him to eat and Beelzebub would put food on it.

"Rural Omega culture is different than cities, they're treated more as a commodity" a maid explained to Asmodeus one night as she helped him get ready for bed, she herself being an alpha from the boonies "an inconvenience would be a better word though, everything your saying shows he was treated like how my love got treated, need to make them feel genuinely valued" she went to explain how omegas need regular scenting and assurance to keep mentally regulated and (name) probably never had that.

Which would explain why he seemed like he was constantly waiting for the next shoe to drop despite growing used to them.

Like it was all going to go away.

His dreams were often that, every night he dreamt of waking up in his old room as his sister lived the life she wanted and he was stuck in that musty bedroom where he would rot.

"Your dreams are noisy" Belphegor mumbled as he crawled into bed with (name) and held him close, pumping out pharamones as he thought smugly about the fact he's technically been in bed with (name) before the others. (Name) Snuggled in his chest and physically relaxed, chirping in his sleep as he clung helplessly to him and he was hooked.

He wanted this more and was already annoyed he would have to share with his brothers.

(Name) Let his mates to be plan the wedding though he and Beelzebub thought of food together, the demon horrified at how little foods he got to experience and made him try everything for the wedding and smiled at his happy face with good food "these are mirangue cookies! Like eating plaster that loves you!" He exolained and (name) basically melted at now delicious it was.

Beelzebub was more than happy to share food with him, his alpha wanting the Omega to be well fed to carry his pups after all.

They were all anxious for mating, their bond slowly making them VERY intense about (name) who after weeks, finally sat close to Satan as he read with him though (name) did struggle a bit "omegas being taught to read is laughable, I taught myself as much as I could" he explained and that's when Satan decided he would read for (name), the two spending an hour or two in the library reading together like how Lucifer spent his time teaching (name) new things when he wasn't busy or just dragging him along with things.

(Name) Was always well behaved, he thought of (name)s family and how they were... How did this come out of THAT.

But now, (name) had one worry...

Would he invite his family to his wedding?

[ak319]

Lovesick bubbly hubby x fem reader

ミ☆Headcanon#3𓏲

(Warnings: Contains mpreg (bxg pairing, YES, boy x fem reader), and matriarchal themes/gender role reverse so don't interact if you are not comfortable!! ‎♡‧₊˚)

♥︎ Headcanon #2

🍭"Narin, just one more paragraph, c'mon. Then we can go get some ice cream."

"You know, you're the cruellest wife anyone could have. Making me do assignments in this condition."

"What condition? You're fine, Narin. You're not even the one typing your essay. Just one more paragraph, c'mon, you can do it." He acts as if he's in his last months, when he’s only three weeks in. After another exaggerated sigh, he finally gave in, and you closed the laptop with relief.

"It's your last semester. Just get it done, and then your lifelong dream of staying home will come true."

"Are you taking me out for that ice cream or not?" You chuckled, getting up and offering him a hand. "Let's go."

Narin finally got what he wanted after so long, but deep down, he knew it wouldn’t be enough to pull him out of university. Still, the thought of becoming a father—of your child—filled him with uncontrollable excitement. He just prayed that your family wouldn’t cast an evil eye on the baby. Hmph! Lost in thought, he unconsciously placed his hands over his stomach as you drove, unaware of the silent storm brewing within him.

Meanwhile, your mind was all over the place. First, an unexpected husband, and now a child on the way?! You couldn't stop worrying about the future. You never imagined yourself as a mother, especially not with a husband like Narin, who could barely take care of himself. Maybe he would mature once the baby was born... or would you just have two kids to look after instead? How did this even happen? Weren’t you both careful? Wasn’t he taking pills, too? Well, it didn’t matter now. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him, hands protectively resting on his stomach, looking content and as happy as ever. You sighed and decided to put on some music to drown out the spiralling thoughts. Soon enough, you both reached the ice cream shop.

Months passed, and Narin’s university days came to an end. It had been three months into his pregnancy when one day, you came home to find him curled up on the sofa with Prince. There was no usual excitement, no running up to greet you like he always did.

🍭"Narin? You okay? Is something wrong?" By now, the panic in your voice was impossible to hide. You gently made him sit up, cupping his face, and your heart sank as you saw his puffy, red eyes. He was still sniffling, avoiding your gaze, his usual brightness nowhere to be found.

"Narin? You're making me worried. Tell me, what's wrong, baby?"

"I-just-what if you... leave me?! Does your family think I'm not competent enough to bear your child?! Because I feel like it!" His voice cracked with emotion, and you could hear the frustration in every word. Where was all this anger coming from?

"What are you talking about? Who said that?! And why on earth would I leave you?" You could feel your own heart racing. Narin might be childish and immature at times, but he was still your husband, and you cared for him deeply even more so now. Why couldn’t he see that?

"I would never abandon you. Never, you or our child."

"What if it’s a boy? Like me?!" His voice trembled with insecurity, his eyes wide with fear. It was clear the pregnancy hormones were heightening all his worries. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself to stay calm. He needed your reassurance more than ever now.

"Then we’ll love him just the same, Narin. Just like I love you." He finally looked into your eyes.

"Listen, Narin baby. You’re very, very important to me. I love you and our future child, no matter if they’re a boy or a girl. I just want you both to be healthy, and my family wants the same. No one is doubting you, and if they are--just tell me their name. I’ll have a talk with them myself. Now, tell me, did someone say anything to you?"

He shook his head sincerely.

"Then?" you asked gently, stroking his hair.

"I... just had these thoughts..." he whispered, voice trembling slightly. He grasped your collar tightly, his body now almost in your lap. "You won’t leave, right?"

"Never." You held him closer, your voice firm with reassurance, and yet he needed more. He needed to drown in that reassurance, to feel it in every part of his being. You held him tighter, but it still didn’t feel close enough. "And don’t let these thoughts ruin your mood or stress you out. You hear me? Promise me, you won’t."

He nodded, but this time he clung to you like a lifeline, his fingers tightening in your shirt. "Promise," he whispered, his heart racing. He knew that you were not going to leave him but he just wanted to make sure and...was bored. Damn, he can be a really good actor if he wants to but in all seriousness, it's important to remind you that he is now your everything, your new family. In his head, there was no room for doubt. You belonged to him, and no one else could ever come between you two.... and now three of you. Not now, not ever.

In his eyes, the most delightful thing is making you run for whatever he craves, even if it’s the middle of the night or a drive to another town just to get a snack he tried once. He revels in the fact that you’ll do anything for him, and he takes immense pride in bragging about how caring and romantic his wife is. He squeals with childlike excitement when you’re out fulfilling his whims, loving how dreamy and devoted you are.

But lately, there’s a shadow of sadness in his eyes as he watches you work harder than ever. You’ve started a new venture with your friend, and it’s consuming more of your time and energy.

🍭"You should take a break now," he said, plopping down next to you on the couch and peering over your shoulder at your laptop. His tone was light, but there was an edge of concern beneath his playful words. "I don’t want to be a widower in this condition." You jerked your head towards him in shock at his bluntness. It was classic Narin--his naive habit of saying whatever came to mind without fully thinking it through. You just sighed, shaking your head at his antics.

"I’m not dying here, you don’t have to worry. I’ll be done in a few minutes."

"Why are you even doing this?! Isn’t your salary enough-"

"No, it’s not enough. Certainly not for the future when the kid is going to grow up and go to school and stuff." Narin grumbled, leaning his head against your chest with a sigh. He was like a needy kitten, wanting your comfort and attention, and the warmth of your chest made him feel a little safer. 'As disciplined and farsighted as ever. So fucking hot.' Well, he is kind of glad too, now that you are working so much, you rarely have time to visit your own family. Hehe. That's right wifey, work for me and your child now, our child.

"Yeah, you’re right. And also, it’s not like we’re going to have only one, right? I was a single child, so I want more than one kid. Got it?" Your hands paused momentarily over the keyboard.

"Um--yeah, but focus on this one for now..." Narin’s smile widened as he traced his finger lightly across your chest. "Oki! Our kids are going to be the prettiest and the smartest!"

You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, even as worries about the future tugged at the edges of your thoughts. "Of course," you replied softly, placing a gentle kiss on his crown before returning to your work. In that moment, the presence of each other made the stress feel a little more bearable.

@mel-vaz 🍭

[hedwig221b]

Hey! Do you have any royalty AUs with Alpha Derek and omega stiles?? I’ve had an itch for them and low key feining for it🩷

Of course! Here are some of my faves

The Alpha and his Spark by sandyde03

Stiles is pregnant. Derek is perpetually horny and possessive. Stiles is confused. Not by Derek sexing him up. He loves that. It’s the fact that ever since he started to show that he was with pup everyone has been avoiding his eyes.

Elskende by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace), wildamongwolves (orphan_account)

Stiles is an omega concubine, kept sequestered away in the city of Beacon Hills, waiting for his lord Gerard Argent when the Wulver take the city and the alpha takes the omega.

The White Hart of Winter by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

Sent to marry the Hale Beast Stiles finds himself alone in a castle left to ruin and watched over by Kate Argent, who he thinks is sleeping with his new husband and seems determined to destroy him.

Pride and Place by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

Derek Hale, Earl of Osterbrook, has inherited, following the death of Lord Montfort, a run down house in Yorkshire he neither needs nor wants, convinced his staff are robbing him, and with the mystery of a missing ward, he manages to get himself talked into a ridiculous bet, that he cannot pass as a steward until Midwinter, nearly two months away. So can he maintain the charade? Find the missing child? and manage to turn the shambles of a house around, or will he give up and let Peter take the thousand pounds he bet. now with explicit epilogue - the rest of the story is teen rated though, so if you don't like the idea of explicit sex in your bodice rippers - just don't read that bit

How May I Be of Service? by cloudsarefluffy

On Tumblr, Anon asked: i want a Sterek fic that has stiles as a human or hybrid (not full wolf?) slave but i want it 2 b like housekeeping for the famous hales. a/o. stiles is in a skimpy maid outfit (w. garter belt and all) and derek is attracted. also its like a month that an omega takes to be in heat so stiles and his resolve breaks down. boypussy gushing slick, panties, twink!stiles who finally knows he needs his alpha. big alpha cock and knotting. whimpering and needy plz. derek breeds his boy but no mpreg. thx The omega’s eyes are downcast on the floor, off to the side, like he isn’t sure of anything that is happening at the moment. “Little one,” the alpha addresses him, and Stiles looks up at him gingerly with the guidance of Derek’s finger under his chin, “I think it’s time that you learn how to be with an alpha.”

Let your unfaithful weaving go by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

Every night Stiles goes into the feasting hall to work on the shroud he is making for his husband, knowing that the alphas circle him like sharks until he is inevitably forced to choose one to stand as his alpha and Eli's regent. It's been four years and he doesn't know how much longer he can do this. This is based on the story of Penelope and her suitors, with Stiles in the role of Penelope, the wife of Odysseus

Wolf Winter by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

Stiles is the legitimate omega son of King Deucalion, tricked by his brother Theo into running away he is trapped, ruined and unable to return home he finds himself stuck, captured as a poacher by the infamous Hale clan he claims sanctuary in their small chapel and Peter puts him to work, with Derek just returned from the crusades he needs a new healer and the only option they've got is the boy in the chapel who is pretending to be a beta

Meant to be One by sunhazeheart

His nerves felt like a live wire was running hot beneath his skin, hands fidgeting with the silken material of his robe. If he had the concentration to spare, he might had worried about tearing it. It was all he could do to sit there at the vanity, eyes squeezed shut, and try to give in the constricting pressure around his chest that said that he was about to fall into a panic attack. Breath in. Breath out. His own heartbeat rushed in his ears. Being mated to the reclusive king with a frightening reputation to his name, bundled away from his home and father, and then surrounded by underwhelmingly distant faces hiding secrets was not how Stiles Stilinski imagine spending his life soon after turning eighteen. He can only remind himself that it is for the good of his people, both old and newly acquired. But, perhaps first assumptions are made too hastily and a fated match can be made, even surrounded by threats of war, revenge and death’s waiting embrace.

The Lost Kingdom of Lis by queen_of_OTPs

Stiles was thankful that Lis was a private and isolated kingdom, so no one in the other lands he was sure to travel to would know his face. Not the characteristic set of moles on his jaw, or the bright honey-golden eyes that shone like spun gold in the sun, nor the characteristic babble that the servants in the palace had found endearing. He was allowed to recreate himself, just as a smith was allowed to reforge a blade after a harsh battle. Stiles was going to take every opportunity thrown his way, and make himself grow. (Gift for hd-hale for the Sterek Summer Exchange)

The Hills Call

Five years ago, Prince Derek of the Hale Empire had fallen for the son of a Baron, Genim of Stilinski. His mother had not approved, and after some time imprisoned Genim escaped to the Dukedom of the Shore, where he was taken in by Duke Christopher and Lady Allison. Now, Prince Derek is on his deathbed from a poisoning and it is up to Genim, now called Stiles, to nurse him back to health. Wary of the Hale Empire, Stiles returns with their young son to see if he can heal Derek of his illness and escape the threats he still feels from the Empress herself.

Think of instead, a girl worth fighting for by DorkFace

Propping himself up on his elbows so that he could look his husband directly in the eye, Stiles implored, “well, if you can’t stay, you at least need to promise you’ll return to me. Preferably in one piece!” “I can hardly bring myself to picture the consequences if I didn’t my love.” Derek chuckled, “you have my word.” OR King Derek is injured on the battlefield and no longer thinks he is worthy of his widely admired Omega husband, Prince Stiles, and has manpain about it.

The General and The Queen Consort by SinQueen69

2024 Suggestion Form Anon: Omega Stiles is married to the king who is a beta. No one knows that all of the King's children were actually fathered by the King's top general Derek. Hot clandestine cheating sex with heavy breeding kink. Maybe add a dark twist with them plotting to kill the king to be together.

The Spoils of War by halcyon1993

Alpha Derek is a commander in the Roman Army, tasked with pillaging settlements to claim them for his own people. When he comes across a pretty young Omega during his latest conquest, he can't resist taking him as his personal prize.

Take Me Away From Here

Derek Hale looked terrifying. With his broad frame and muscles, with his wild black hair and thick beard, with his eyes the color of blood and fangs of a killer. Despite his kindness and his apparent attraction to Stiles, he was still a stranger, a predator, a wolf. The thing is, Stiles would deal, but others might not. People found Lord Hale horrid, monstrous and unapproachable. If Stiles stood behind him, no one would touch him. He’d be safe with the wolf. If not from him, then definitely from everyone else. And that was enough.

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