#mpreg!Stephen

[incorrect-losers]

Eddie: I think I’m coming down with something. I’ve been so nauseous lately

Richie *serious*: Maybe you’re pregnant

Richie & Eddie: …

Eddie: I don’t know who’s the bigger idiot. You for suggesting that, or me because I almost had a panic attack

[stargirl720]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, X-Men (Movieverse) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Loki & Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner & Loki, Loki & Wanda Maximoff, America Chavez & Loki, Kamala Khan & Loki, Loki & Stephen Strange, Logan (X-Men) & Loki (Marvel), Logan (X-Men)/Loki, Kitty Pryde (X-Men) & Loki (Marvel), Loki & Thor (Marvel) Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Shuri (Marvel), Pietro Maximoff, Friday (Marvel), Jean Grey, Charles Xavier, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, America Chavez, Kamala Khan, Stephen Strange, Logan (X-Men), Kitty Pryde, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Tony Stark, Pepper Potts Additional Tags: Pietro Maximoff Lives, Tony Stark Lives and Retires, i fucked with the timeline, Post-Thanos but Pre-Spiderman, Loki Lives (Marvel), Avenger Loki (Marvel), Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Child Loss, hidden pregnancy, Triplets, Loki Needs a Hug (Marvel), Genderfluid Loki (Marvel), Good Loki (Marvel), BAMF Loki (Marvel), Loki-centric (Marvel), Loki & Thor Bro Feels (Marvel), Thor Loves Loki (Marvel), Loki's Kids (Marvel), Loki's Hair (Marvel), All of Loki's Kids are Dead, Anything can be a one-shot if you're not a coward, Hela and Fenrir are not Loki's Kids, Traumatized Loki (Marvel), Non-Graphic Smut, non-graphic birth Summary:

Five times Loki hid his pregnancy from those around him and one time he had no choice but to reveal it + an extra bonus scene.

[pinkpilct]

I crave some fluff! Can I please have a pregnant Stephen Strange sharing the news with America?

Pregnant Stephen is a Big Fave, so you can absolutely have some fluff!

here comes the sun (1100 words) by pinkpilot Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Doctor Strange (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Stephen Strange/??? Characters: Stephen Strange, America Chavez Additional Tags: Mpreg, Pregnant Stephen Strange, Fluff, Father-Daughter Relationship, Stephen's partner is up to reader and as such is not mentioned, pregnancy announcement Summary: “Are you okay?” America asks, catching on instantly that something’s on her father’s mind. Worry swarms into the usual giddiness of her expression, eyes already scanning him for a clue. “You’re not getting sick again, are you? Is everything okay?” “I’m fine. Don’t worry. Everything is… well, everything’s fine but… it’s about to change,” he replies, choosing his words carefully. America just looks all the more concerned, so Stephen decides to just go for it. “I need to tell you something very important,” he says slowly. “What is it? You’re… You’re kind of scaring me.” Stephen smiles, trying to ease America’s fretfulness. “Look, let’s sit down for a moment, yeah?”

[ohhmydyosfics]

(Keeung) better together

"Sorry to, uh, bother you. I just, um---I didn't know who else to call."

That, somehow, gets to Jiung. Maybe he's soft, because as much as Keeho annoys him---as much as Jiung's memories of him are tinged-sour, tinted in shades of Keeho's selfishness, his attention-seeking, his disregard for Jiung's feelings---Jiung's instinct is to help Keeho, whatever he's about to request.

Jiung clears his throat. "What's...what's wrong?"

He hears Keeho's breath catch. This must be serious, for him to be genuinely upset. And sure enough, "Is there any way you can take me to the hospital tomorrow?"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44281216

[rainismdata]

Karl Mordo x Stephen Strange [ENG ver.]

MordoStrange: Hungry for Love [Ao3]

note: mpreg!Stephen , post Doctor Strange (2016)

When Stephen was waking up hungry in a middle of the night...

[ oneshot ]

[ keep reading for tumblr ver. ]

In a middle of the night, Stephen got awake because of the weird feeling on his stomach. He feels hungry. Yes, it is actually weird because he is one kind of person who doesn't want to eat anything after 10pm.

Well, he can't argue with this new thing, because he is now pregnant. It happened for a few night before.

Not that he wants to make himself too full for the food later, he is then thinking about cooking a chicken soup cream. Maybe he has to put many vegetables in it.

It is now so cold at the New York Sanctum Sanctorum. So, having a hot soup cream would be nice.

Running for the seventh month, his womb is undeniably big (for him, it's his first pregnancy). He carefully is waking up from the bed and Cloak of Levitation hovered on his shoulder.

Well, Cloaky's senses and instincts feel heightened since Stephen goes into the pregnancy. It protects Stephen more cautiously but also more gently.

It is now keeping Stephen from the cold, because he was just wearing arctic blue set of a long nightgown and long robe.

Stephen is now more calm than his usually chaotic actions. He likes to use his hands more than him usually using his magic.

He slowly closed the door and walks to the kitchen without any footwear. The breeze of the floor makes him shiver, but he likes to feel it.

He turns on the lights in dim. It would not be too bright for him, but would be enough for him when he is cooking.

He took a few vegetables in the refrigerator and a few at the vegetables desk (the vegetables growing in Kamar-Taj, that don't have to be in the refrigerator).

He also took the chicken to chop it and then put it in the boiling water.

He carefully wash/rinse the vegetables one by one, making sure it's all cleaned up before he starts to chop them into pieces.

He prepares the spices and set to boiled the water. He gently rubs on his stomach when he was waiting for the water to be boiled.

He managed to put the ingredients in the boiling water one by one then waiting for the soup cream to be cooked.

A pair of strong arms sneaked from inside the Cloak and circling his waist. He is embraced from behind. The cloak floating away for a bit then proceed to hug them both.

"Karl..." Stephen said, while he smiles softly, then leans on Mordo's embrace.

"My love." Mordo said, then he planted a kiss on Stephen's shoulder. "What are you cooking?"

"Chicken soup cream."

"Hungry in the middle of the night, I see."

"We are."

Stephen leans a bit on the side so that he could put his hand to caresses Mordo's cheek and kissed the other one.

"I apologize it took me so long."

"It's fine, Karl. I've been there, more likely. Well, you can tell me about it, like a story-telling. I'm sure our baby likes it."

"She's probably going to be bored for my nonsense stories."

"Well... I am being pregnant of her also sounds like a nonsense already. I'm sure she understands. It's her father's stories, anyway. And... I don't think she wants to get away from our sorcery life."

"Why is that?"

"Despite of the hard time and all, sorcery has many things that are beautiful and useful. We got a lot of amazing weapons, too."

"Do you think I want to teach her?"

"Wong is the better teacher. But, her father is the better trainer." Stephen said as he stirred the soup.

"Hm... I can't possibly argue with that statement."

Stephen chuckles at Mordo's respond. He put his hand on one of Mordo's hand and put it on his belly. Mordo gently rubs the belly with his thumb, while Stephen does the same for Mordo's hand.

"Stephen..."

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"For... what?"

"For keeping me right."

Stephen feels his heart aching for a bit. He remembers all the hard time when Karl Mordo left the Sanctum after they were fighting Dormammu. He tried so hard to make Karl realizing his worth more than anything.

Until then Stephen was broke down in tears telling how much Karl Mordo is so important for him. For once, he let his emotions came out just so naturally and he didn't try to hide anything. This is all when he was dying because he saved Mordo.

Mordo, too, finally can't deny his feelings for Stephen. The more he took people's magic, the more he remembers Stephen. He thought he was just feeling sorry for Stephen. But, it turns out as different feelings. And Mordo trusted Stephen about his worth.

"Sorry to bring it up. I just— feel so thankful for you. You're such a blessing for me, Stephen. I'd probably lost in the darkness if you weren't came to me."

"You are the one who shaped me, too, Karl. Well— even now, in implicit way."

Mordo lets out a relieved sigh and chuckles.

"Oh, Stephen... You're gonna be the death of me."

"Haha. You don't say, darling. I could've say the same."

"Well, I did, almost make you died because you were protecting me. Not to mention all thousands death in Dark Dimension."

Stephen turns his body, Mordo's hands stays on his waist, now he faced Mordo, and put his hands on Mordo's neck. They then were kissing gently, before they look at each other's eyes.

"You look so insanely beautiful in these. It heightened your eye colors." Mordo said.

"This is from Sara."

"My mother?" Mordo put on his magic so the soup would be stirred by its own, while he's focusing on his beautiful husband.

"Yes. She said it was too big for her, she was only wearing it once because she likes the silky fabric."

"And she gave it to you?"

"Yes. I can imagine she was so beautiful in these. Maybe you can tell her about how do I look in... these...?"

"God, damn, yes. I'm sure I'll tell her. I can tell she wants to see you in these, too. She'll like it so much."

Stephen laughs on Mordo's chest, inhaling the scent he missed for a few days.

"How about eating the soup at the balcony?"

"Like a date?"

"Yes, like a DATE date."

"Oh, Karl... I like the sounds of you saying it."

"So, Stephen Vincent Strange... Do you want to go on a date with me?"

"I'm sure I do, Baron Karl Mordo."

Mordo stopped his magic and helps Stephen in "humanly" way to prepares the date night— dawn. The dawn date.

[starshideurfics]

The Tale of Sir Stephen the Bold

steddie, medieval, demons, enemies to lovers, shapeshifting genitals, mpreg, mdni🔞

Based on this dope woodcut art by @lulalulens which I don’t think is on tumblr

Stephen was born with a mark over his heart. His mother worried it was a bad omen, and when she took him to be baptized, the parish priest reassured her, “It is the sword of Saint Michael. He shall be a warrior of God.”

Stephen grows up strong, devotes himself to God and to the protection of the weak. Sir Jim knights him on the battlefield, proclaims him the best fighter he’s ever trained. Says he can practically see holy light around him when he prays.

Talk of a vicious lindworm poisoning the water in a small town summons Sir Stephen to slay it. He corners the beast and takes its head, presenting it to the village priest, accepting only a blessing as payment.

From there, Sir Stephen follows reports of monsters and demons, saving the smallfolk from their terror. While fighting a demon without a face he saves a young woman—Mistress Robin claims she doesn’t need saving, helping him corner the creature. After that day they are inseparable, the dearest of friends, more like family.

Robin is the one to hear tell of a demon seducing the innocent of Hawkins. He refuses to let her come with him; Kassedemus of the silver tongue is not a trifling matter. Instead he changes the crest on his shield, so he can bring her with him in spirit, but keep her safely away from the creature.

Upon their arrival in Hawkins, Sir Stephen asks where they can find the demon, and a gaggle of children point to the outskirts. He leaves Robin at the inn after she helps him don his armor, and soon enough he feels it.

Temptation.

Desire.

Heat.

Then he sees the creature. Mostly human with wings and horns. A tail. Claws at its hands and feet. And completely naked, heavy phallus hanging between his legs.

Sir Stephen raises his sword, calls out, “Demon! I come to drive you from these lands in the name of Jesu-”

“O, so pious! So chaste! Bold Sir Stephen, here to save the day!” the demon interrupts, advancing slowly, his movements serpentine.

“Quiet, Demon! Before I cut out your tongue!”

“I thought you’d come to cut off my head.”

Shaking ever so slightly, Sir Stephen advances. “Leave these good people be.”

“Now, why would I want to do that? I’ve come here to have fun, clawed my way out of the pit! I will not leave simply because you ask, good sir knight.”

“Then I shall make you leave by force!” Sir Stephen steps closer, holds out his sword, stopping short as the point of his blade touches the creature’s breast. “I shall cast you back down, demon, into the fiery pit-”

“I have a name.”

Sir Stephen flushes. “I know.”

“Say it.”

“Kassedemus.”

“For you, Sir Stephen, I can be Kas.” He sticks out his pointed tongue, leans forward until the sword pierces his flesh, just a nick, black blood welling from the wound. “Won’t you call me Kas, sweet one?”

“I am not sweet!”

Kas sniffs deeply. “You certainly smell sweet. And wet.”

Spine stiffening, Sir Stephen feels heat at his groin. “What have you done to me?” he whispers.

“Looked into your heart. I only wish to give you your desires.” He smiles, glances down toward the codpiece of Sir Stephen’s armor. Which draws the good knight’s gaze down, the demon’s phallus suddenly erect, red and swollen, the head leaking.

Sir Stephen drops his sword. “I don’t… I do not want…”

“O, but you do.” Kas leans closer, reaches out to trace a clawed finger down Sir Stephen’s cheek. “You long for a rough touch. To be held down.” He’s close enough now to lick along the same path as his finger. “You long to be fucked.”

Eyes squeezed shut, Sir Stephen shivers, shakes his head. “I will not be tempted to sin.”

“Is pleasure a sin? Is love?”

“This is not love.”

“It could be. Give yourself to me, Stephen, and you will know nothing but the purest devotion.” Then Kas kisses him hard on the mouth, long tongue slithering inside, licking into his throat and making him choke. He smiles as he pulls back, looking on him with such love in his wide eyes. Such want. “Say you are mine.”

Gasping, Sir Stephen feels his own cock twitch, his heart pounds in his chest. He wants so terribly, he feels on fire with need. “I am yours,” he whispers, suddenly feeling cool wind over his skin. He looks down, sees that his armor and all his clothes are gone. His cock stands at attention, dwarfed by Kas’s turgid member.

Kas reaches down to grasp his smaller cock. “Mine,” he whispers, stroking him roughly, just enough to smear his wetness around. He’s gentle as he presses close, kisses down to Sir Stephen’s collarbones, guides him to the ground. As he places him on all fours. As he licks and nips at the meat of his arse.

Then his tongue licks over his hole. He spits on the tight furl, hot and viscous, and forces his tongue past the tight ring, makes him cry out. Pushes in deeper to press against the spot he knows will drive his knight to the precipice. Swirls the tip of his tongue over it incessantly. Before he can spill, Kas grabs his cods and tugs, pulls his tongue out and smiles at the beautiful mess he’s made. “You will come on my cock, Sweet Stephen, or not at all,” he purrs, moving to line himself up, spitting again on his gaping hole.

“And you will spill inside me?”

“I know that’s what you desire, sweet one. I know you wish to be filled. Bred.” His fingers cover Stephen’s belly. “I know you long for a babe of your own.”

“Can you say it? When you spill. Pretend with me?”

Kas stops short. He guides Stephen up on his knees, turns him di they are facing. “It does not need to be pretend,” he murmurs, stroking his cheek. “I told you, you will have my devotion, all your desires, now you are mine. I can be anything you wish.” He gestures down, his cock gone, replaced by the fat, wet lips of a cunt. “But I don’t think you want that, do you?” He wiggles his fingers, cock returned to its proper place. “You want to be split open. You want me to fill your womb with my seed.” He reaches down again, squeezes Stephen’s cods three times, and then they are gone. Kas leaves his cock, likes it too much, but he needs to carefully open the new cunt.

Laying Stephen down in the soft grass, he settles between his legs and licks at the fresh slit, his saliva mixing with pussy juice soon enough. He smiles again, pleased with his work, cunt red and opened, fat with blood, blooming for Kas. From there, it is easy to push inside the virgin hole, already stretched by his tongue. He rolls his hips, builds a rhythm, murmurs, “My sweet Stephen, so hot and wet and tight for me. Feels good, doesn’t it?” His hips move faster, he can feel himself about to spill. “Do you feel how I burn for you? How I fill you just right? I made your sweet cunt to be my perfect fit.”

“Perfect for you,” Stephen gasps, hips canting up to meet the final thrust.

Kas freezes as his cock pulses. “Mine. My love.” He spills hard and long and hot. “Soon, you will be carrying my child. You will be a beautiful mother.” Leaning down, his kisses his new lover sweetly, the softest one he’s ever given. “I will return for you soon.”

“You’re leaving?” Stephen asks, clinging to Kas, wiping the sweat from his back.

“You wanted me to leave Hawkins.”

“I do not want you to leave me! Not after…”

“I must make preparations. And you must return to your little bird. I do not wish to break your heart.” Kas smiles as he slips from Stephen’s cunt, cock soft. He leans down for another kiss. “I want only your happiness.”

Stephen smiles sweetly up at him, and asks, “Why? Why me?”

“Because you are mine. You have always been mine, Stephen.”

“Always?”

Kas runs a knuckle over Stephen’s heart. Over his birthmark, the jagged shape paler now than when he was a babe. “You bear my sigil.”

“So, does that mean you are mine? You came here for me?”

“Yes, beloved. I am yours, just as you are mine. Always and forever, unto the ending of the world.”

⚔️⚔️⚔️

Sir Stephen returns from the field having banished the demon. He and Robin leave Hawkins, the knight promising to lay down his sword.

Not long after, in a tavern, a smiling man with wild curls approaches the pair. “I’ve missed you,” he says, taking Stephen’s hand. “Are you well, sweet one?”

“I am well,” he answers, smiling just as big.

At the same time Robin asks, “Who are you?”

He sticks out his hand. “Call me Eddie.”

[marbienl13]

That actually sounds like an interesting combo. Sweet and salty. It would work with saltine crackers and Greek yoghurt as well. Oooh with garlic in there.

Prompt For the mpreg series: Stephen having weird cravings and Tony being (playfully or not) disgusted

I read through a pregnancy forum for ideas and I admit, while some of the combinations are weird, I didn’t find any of them disgusting. But I did my best!

-

Tony couldn’t help the sudden attack of nerves when he came home and found Stephen in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and eating something. Food had become a minefield as the pregnancy advanced.

Stephen caught sight of him and smiled. “Hey Tony,” he greeted his partner, and proceeded to dip something in the strawberry yogurt cup he was holding. When he stuffed it into his mouth, it crunched.

“Hey.” Tony made his way into the kitchen and kissed Stephen on the cheek before glancing down at the box sitting open on the counter. Saltines. Stephen was dipping saltines in strawberry yogurt. “Okay, give one here,” he said warily.

“Tony, you really don’t have to do this,” Stephen said, nevertheless handing over a cracker. “My body is craving these things, yours isn’t.”

“I said I wanted to understand what you were going through as much as I could,” Tony insisted. He dipped the saltine and peered at it for a moment.

“This tastes good to me right now,” Stephen said. “It’s not the same experience if you hate it.”

Tony closed his eyes and jammed the yogurt covered cracker in his mouth. Ugh. Those two tastes were not meant to be combined. His face screwed up even as he chewed and swallowed. He took the glass of orange juice Stephen handed him gratefully and swigged it down as fast as he could. “God, that really makes me worry about what’s going on in your body.”

Stephen just laughed.

[cogneartive]

GRAHAM NASH PASSES AWAY DURING CHILDBIRTH

Singer-Songwriter Graham Nash, aged 82, has passed away during childbirth. Nash, well-known for his high tenor and his career in Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, and the Hollies, had been carrying a baby for 9 long months. However, his brittle bones and twig-like figure simply couldn’t handle it. He quietly went during the late hours of Sunday night.

“I can’t believe it,” says Allan Clarke, founding member of the Hollies as well as childhood friend of Graham Nash. “I was in bed with him last night. I am shocked to lose him so suddenly.”

“That’s fucking insane,” says Stephen Stills. “How did he even carry that thing?”

“I knew it,” Joni Mitchell. She had always attested to Nash’s delicate nature, even during the first days of their relationship together. “I always knew it would end like this…”

Nash’s other bandmates, Neil Young and David Crosby did not respond with any comments. However, another member of the Hollies, Tony Hicks, had something to say.

“Mpreg is real?” Hicks asked. He was soon too stunned to speak any further.

[evergreensounds]

lots of obscure names on this one

[starkstrangesorcerer]

Title: The Careful Balance of Love Tags: Omega!Tony, Alpha!Stephen, mpreg!Tony, Doctor Dad, Iron Mom, Family Fluff, Pregnancy Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Bonding, omegas are called mama and alphas are called daddy by their children Pairing: Stephen Strange/Tony Stark Characters: Stephen, Tony, Sophie (OC daughter), Bats Word Count: 2,350

Tony who was usually the one to take control of every situation, found himself sitting on the couch, his pregnant belly poking out in front of him, as he watched Stephen, bustling around the living room with their toddler, Sophie.

Sophie, all wild curls and bright eyes, ran circles around the house while Bats, followed her dutifully, his droopy ears flopping as he jogged after her.

"I've got it, Stephen," Tony insisted again, reaching for the baby wipes on the coffee table despite the discomfort that came with bending over too much. "I can take care of Sophie just fine. I don’t need you hovering over me."

Stephen shot him a look that could only be described as a mixture of concern and amusement. His brow furrowed slightly, his hands busy as he picked up Sophie and set her gently on his lap to prevent her from getting herself hurt.

"Tony, I know you can take care of Sophie. But you’re carrying our second child, and I want you to rest. You don’t have to do everything.”

Tony, ever the stubborn one, sighed. "I don’t want to be pampered, Stephen. I’m not an invalid."

Stephen placed a hand on Tony’s shoulder, his voice low and reassuring. "I know, and I’m not treating you like one. But I can handle this. You should take care of yourself, for both of you." He gave Sophie a playful smile, and she giggled, leaning forward to plant a kiss on his cheek.

Tony watched the two of them, his heart swelling with a mix of affection and frustration. He couldn’t deny that seeing Stephen with Sophie brought out the gentler side of the alpha.

Sophie bounced up and down on Stephen’s lap, her tiny hands reaching out for her favorite book. "Daddy, read," she demanded, her voice high-pitched and adorable.

Stephen’s expression softened, and he pulled the book toward him. “Of course, sweetheart.”

Tony couldn’t help but watch them, his hand gently resting on his belly. He still wasn’t used to the idea of being a pregnant omega, especially with how often Stephen insisted on taking care of things. But he also couldn’t deny how good it felt to see Stephen so involved in their little family. He smiled, despite himself.

Just as Stephen began reading aloud to Sophie, Bats trotted over to Tony, resting his chin on Tony’s lap with a soft, expectant look in his eyes. Tony scratched behind the dog’s ears, sighing again. "It’s like I have two babies to look after now," he muttered.

Stephen glanced up from the book, his lips curling into a small smile. "Well, you’re not the only one. I’m not exactly getting a break either."

"I know, I know," Tony grumbled, though the warmth in his voice showed he didn’t mind in the least. "But I’m still capable of taking care of our little one."

“I know you are,” Stephen replied softly, his gaze gentle. “But it’s important to rest, Tony. Not just for the baby you're carrying, but for yourself too. I want you to be okay.”

Tony opened his mouth to protest again but was cut off by Sophie’s giggle. She wiggled her tiny fingers toward Tony, trying to get his attention. "Mama, play!"

Tony smiled, the sternness of the conversation slipping away. He leaned down, letting Sophie climb into his lap. Bats, now satisfied with the attention from Tony, happily plopped down at their feet.

“I can play, little one," Tony said, his voice softening. "But remember, Mama’s not supposed to do too much right now.”

Sophie grinned mischievously. “But you can play with me, Mama!”

Tony chuckled, his irritation forgotten as Sophie clung to him. Despite his protests, he couldn’t help but enjoy moments like this, the simple joy of having his little girl in his arms, with Bats curled at their feet. He knew Stephen was right he didn’t have to do everything himself.

Stephen, noticing the slight exhaustion in Tony’s eyes, gave him a knowing look. He walked over and sat beside them, his strong arm wrapping around Tony’s shoulders as he kissed the top of Tony’s head. “You see? You’re allowed to rest. I’ve got everything handled.”

Tony tilted his head back, meeting Stephen’s eyes with a fond look. "I know," he murmured, his fingers absently tracing circles on Sophie’s back as she nestled into his chest.

Sophie, content and sleepy after their impromptu playtime, let out a soft yawn. Tony smiled and shifted her gently in his arms. “Looks like it’s nap time for the little one,” he said, rocking Sophie as he stood up carefully, his belly making the action a bit more awkward than it used to be.

Stephen quickly stepped in to help, wrapping an arm around Tony’s waist for support. “I’ve got her,” he said, taking Sophie into his arms once Tony had her settled into a comfortable position. “You just focus on resting. We’re a team, remember?”

Tony couldn’t hold back the smile that spread across his face. "Yeah, we are."

Stephen kissed him softly on the cheek before settling Sophie into her little bed in the corner. Bats immediately followed, curling up next to her, clearly sensing that it was time for everyone to relax.

Tony hummed before he settled back down onto the couch, his feet propped up. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the peaceful atmosphere of their home wash over him.

He could hear Stephen humming softly as he cleaned up a few stray toys, and he felt a warmth spread through him, a sense of contentment that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Maybe he didn’t have to do everything on his own after all.

And maybe, just maybe, it was okay to let Stephen take the reins sometimes.

[dolphinsarejerks]

Feed Stephen Moffat to the mpreg eels

[popcorn-plots]

Febuwhump day 13: "You weren't supposed to get hurt."

Title: You are.

Words: 176

Summary: Stephen watches his daughter grow up.

~~~

“You’re perfect…” He breathed, lying in a Kamar-Taj hospital bed, tearing up at the sight of his newborn daughter.

“You’re so strong!” He cooed as she took her first steps.

“You’re so talented.” He announced as she handed him her first preschool drawing.

“You are loved .” He told her, pressing their foreheads together before he sent her off to her first day of elementary school.

“You deserve better. Screw him.” He reassured her when her first boyfriend broke her heart.

“You will always be my baby.” He whispered, holding them close when they came out as non-binary.

“You will always be welcome home, my love.” He wrote to them when they moved across the country in pursuit of higher education.

“You will forever be loved, no matter what.” He assured once again when they introduced him to their girlfriend.

“You know that I will always be proud of you. My baby.” He cried, walking them down the aisle.

“.....you weren’t supposed to get hurt.” He whispered, cradling their head against his chest. His baby was gone.

Ao3

[thealogie]

Do you remember the extended Colbert bit about giving blowjobs in outback steakhouse bathrooms? An absolute staple. There was a time Daily Show rpf was so popular John Oliver admitted to reading it and now despite Colbert in his dad joke era taking great joy in flirting it up with his male guests the children think he's unrpfable? We've fallen. I bet they don't even know about the mpreg uterus transfer fic.

Yes I love the Outback Steakhouse bit! Remember his wife who he didn’t sleep with because he was gay and she was having an affair? Remember when Billy Eichner asked Stephen Colbert if he’d ever seen Jon Stewart’s dick and without missing a beat Stephen said “yes”? They don’t make them like that anymore

[depressedgarbages-stuff]

All posts of the situation of 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸 I saw today (Sat, May 04.):

https://www.tumblr.com/straight-from-gaza/749581412676632576/a-palestinian-child-receives-medical-treatment-on?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/nabulsi/749581432422350848/hi-can-you-help-me-to-share-my-gofundme-link?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/ahmednabubaker/749556481182089216/we-are-so-close-please-boost?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/i-am-aprl/749492125245292544/it-is-absolutely-mind-boggling-to-me-that-so-much?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/eziojensenthe3rd/749492047019425792/senates-adjourned-until-may-7th-on-a-tuesday-get?source=share

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[pinkpilct]

forged in magic (1370 words) by pinkpilot Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Doctor Strange (Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Past Christine Palmer/Stephen Strange - Relationship Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer Additional Tags: Mpreg, Post-Mpreg, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Inaccurate descriptions of science and magic, Newborn Baby Summary: "It's science and magic together. My expertise and yours," Tony had said, in that cocky way of his, that flicker of excitement that Stephen had fallen in love with reflecting in his eyes. "A little hocus pocus, a little quantum-biological manipulation, and boom. We’ve got a baby." "It’s not as simple as that, Tony," Stephen had replied, carefully weaving the intricate spell that would alter both their lives in ways no one else had dared to before. "We need to make sure everything is perfect so there’s no margin for error. This is serious."

[infiniteeight8]

Ironstrange mpreg, unplanned pregnancy..? Stephen gets pregnant again and he's kinda freaked out now

I’m jumping around in prompts again, but you get two again today, so I figure folks will forgive me. LOL. 

btw, two a day is not at all the new normal. It’s just that I have two writing slots in my to do list, and one of them is for non-ficlets, but I finished my non-ficlet story and haven’t settled on a new one to work on, so… probably double ficlets until I get another longer one going.

Anyway, you didn’t specify this as a sequel to anything but you did say “again” so I’m going to throw it into the mpreg Stephen series: mpreg drabbles. (I need to rename that, since there are a bunch of unrelated mpreg prompts in the queue now.)

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Stephen sat with Wong on one side of him and Tony on the other. “I don’t understand how this happened,” he said numbly. “I took precautions.”

“Magic remains large a matter of will,” Wong said. “No matter what spells you laid on yourself, if your desire was strong enough—”

“I did not want to get pregnant again,” Stephen snapped. Tony winced a little and Stephen shot him an apologetic look. He loved their child, he really did, but pregnancy—magical or otherwise—was no trivial matter.

Wong’s tone was knowing. “But did you want another child?”

Stephen deflated. Between Tony’s experience of being an only child and Stephen’s love for his siblings—complicated as it was by grief and family drama—he had been thinking it would be good to have another. “I was hoping I could talk Tony into carrying.”

“Oh really?” Tony said. He looked amused, fortunately, rather than upset. They hadn’t talked about it at all yet. “Sounds like you may have brought this on yourself.”

Stephen shot him a glare. “Just for that, you get to tell your PR team by yourself.”