#mpreg is a thing

[uwuyangeppie]

Good day,

I recently read your thoughts on yan Geppie x underworld reader during the lockdown. I was wondering how he would react if reader hates him and blames him for abandoning them and the underwold, they furiously ask him why he as the silvermain guard and a landau not even try to provide aid for not only them but the children trapped in the underworld. A bonus would be if reader was a part of wildfire (maybe Natasha’s assistant) and had to witness how the fragmentum and the lockdown cause the suffering of the underworld.

this was a bit tough to answer because i was trying to figure out how i'd twist it into a yandere gepard context. anyway i've chosen to go with a "reader who wishes to hates him because he's a yan, but unfortunately has empathy and compassion" type for this request. hopefully it's what you were after!

it started out like it would with any other relationship. in fact, gepard got quite far with you before you realised his heart was twisted- something he had denied, and will continue to deny. the landau family doesn't entertain blatant lies.

while you tried to separate yourself from him, he tried to tighten the control he had over you, even when you said you were helping out a woman called natasha in the underworld. when he yelled at you to stop going there, when you broke free from his grasp and ran down there anyway, and when the lockdown fell into place, right before he could go in and retrieve you-

well, gepard thought it was well and truly over.

so imagine his surprise when you come marching out of the clinic on your own, fury splashed across your face.

serval and the trailblazer immediately separate themselves from him, slipping past you and into the clinic. he doesn’t get to greet you at all- you immediately start ripping into him instead. he supposes it’s a thrilling time for those that hate the silvermane guards.

“all that crap about wanting to protect belobog, and then you left the people down here to suffer!”

he wants to clarify that he didn’t actually get a choice in that regard. you’d slipped down to the underground before he could retrieve you; even if he were to shut it off, it wouldn’t be until you were back in his arms.

you don’t give him the opportunity to cut in.

“there are kids down here, gepard! you could’ve at least tried to send extra aid, or done something! what a joke!” your voice is beginning to get louder- and his blood goes cold when he hears you damn near yell your next line.

“what, is it punishment for running away, or something?!” people begin to stare, wide-eyed. no, he really can’t have you saying things like that. he’s trying to build a strong connection with the underworld, and he also doesn’t want to be tried for kidnapping crimes!

like, yeah, he did do that, technically, but it was for a good cause!

“you CHILDISH, LYING, SON OF A-”

a woman comes out of the building and puts her hand over your mouth, silencing you for him. thank qlipoth.

“sorry about that. they get very… passionate.” she mutters something in your ear, and you avert your eyes, suddenly looking very bashful.

“sorry, gepard…”

“it’s okay,” he answers, his eyes glued to you. “i’ll just have to do better.”

as for what better is… well. he’s sure he can figure something out that leaves both you and him happy. you’re passionate about children, are you? he’s happy to give you one.

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One

There’s a Beta standing in Eddie’s doorway. She’s slim, choppy ginger hair and red boots poking out from under the cuffs of her denim dungarees – Eddie likes her pretty much immediately.

She’s holding a plate.

She hasn’t managed to speak yet, but from down the hall, Eddie hears a voice hiss, “Robin!”

They both turn to look. The Omega of Eddie’s dreams face and...tummy...are both poking out of the doorway. He looks mortified.

“So sorry,” the Beta starts, “Steve was too embarrassed to come and ask a second time, but he’s basically had his nose pressed to the door for the past half an hour so…” she holds out the plate.

From down the hall, very faintly, the Omega, who Eddie now knows must be called ‘Steve,’ whines, “why are you like this,” and then clicks the door shut.

“I’m Robin, by the way,” and she holds out her non plate hand to shake.

Eddie ends up shaking one hand and taking the plate from the other. Eddie knew, objectively, that Steve must have a partner, but he still has to squish the disappointment of meeting them. “Eddie...just, give me a second. It’s chicken parm.”

Eddie goes and dishes up a portion, it was going to be tomorrows lunch but...he can’t deny the pretty little Omega anything. Maybe he should start cooking extra extras, even if Steve doesn’t come knocking, at least it’s a meal he can have another time.

“This is one of his favorites, no wonder he was so restless about it.”

“Yeah, well, anytime,” and Eddie could add that Robin should be making Steve’s favorites, but he doesn’t because he’s pretty sure Robin is cool and he already knows Steve is sweet and he’s just not that kind of person.

Much.

“I’m sorry, you’ve done what to the pulled pork?”

“Orange and Oregano, trust me Henderson, I’m about to blow your mind.”

“Uh hu, and someone else's by the look of it, you’ve cooked enough for us and that Omega guy twice over.” Eddie just rolls his eyes. “You got all your shit put away then?”

“Pretty much, and leave that alone.”

Dustin huffs but puts the spoon down and replaces the lid on the crock pot, “what are we having with it?”

“Was going to do dirty fries.”

“Oh my god. You’re a saint. A hero. You should be knighted like ye olde dragon-slayers of yore-”

“Yeah yeah, this will not score you any extra loot later.”

“Mayhap a smidgen of exper-” Dustin stops at the sound of knocking, looking to the door. “Is it your Omega?” He whisper hisses at Eddie.

“He’s not mine, he’s got a girlfriend,” Eddie whisper hisses back.

Doesn’t stop him pulling his shirt straight and tugging at his jeans and fluffing his hair real quick on the way to the door. All of that is kind of...reflexive, though.

Dustin’s smirk is actually slap worthy, and Eddie will get to that right after he answers the door.

“I am so sorry about this,” Steve is saying before Eddie even has the door fully open, “and I know you said you didn’t want anything, but I thought I could at least contribute.” He’s holding two plates, one empty, one stacked up with cookies, “they’re Reese’s.”

And Eddie’s mouth is watering, not just from the scent of Steve, but because he can see the chunks of partially melted Reese's pieces sticking out of the cookies, “they look incredible, thank you,” Eddie takes both plates, “it’s not actually ready yet, can I drop it by in like, thirty minutes?”

“Oh you are my hero,” Steve beams at him. It’s a happy smile, a smile that comes with the scent of pleased Omega. Happy Omega. Happy Omega with pup. The kind of smile and scent that digs it’s hooks deep into Eddie’s brain and fucking yanks.

“It’s pulled pork, would you rather fries or rice?” Eddie finds himself asking, completely on auto pilot.

“Whatever is easiest. Whatever you were already planning. Thank you so so much Eddie.”

Eddie watches Steve waddle back to his apartment down the hall before he turns, a plate in each hand, and nudges the door closed with his foot.

“Thank you so much Eddie. I made you cookies Eddie,” Dustin simpers from the couch, before making kissey noises.

“Oh shut the fuck up.”

Eddie stands in the hallway in his crocs. His apartment is new, so he has a strict no shoes policy; but he has a pair of crocs for in the hall and heading outside real quick. Also, they're comfortable as fuck, so Eddie refuses to be judged.

Especially since they’re black, and Dustin got him all these little button things that pop in the holes. Little swords and shields and D20’s and stuff. So they’re super cool.

Steve opens the door, wincing, one hand resting on the small of his back, but his face blooms back into the beautiful smile at the sight of Eddie. It does something, very briefly, to Eddie. That reaction. And then he viciously reminds himself that the reaction was for Eddie’s food and not at all for Eddie himself.

Steve goes to take the plate but, “it’s hot, I warmed the plate up in the stove, let me put it down somewhere for you?” A trick Eddie learned in his month of working in a kitchen one Christmas when he was a teenager, but it never left him, and he didn't want Steve’s dinner to go cold.

“Oh, gosh, you’re so thoughtful Eddie, come right in.”

Eddie’s heart gives a little flutter at Steve’s praise, and Steve shifts out of the way, letting Eddie into an apartment that’s a mirror of his own. It’s very neat and tidy inside; everything very clearly has a place. Nothing looks brand new, but everything does look well cared for.

Steve directs Eddie to the little two seater dining table, where there’s a place set. It’s so freaking adorable, a place mat with flowers and kittens printed on it, a white folded napkin, cutlery and a glass of juice set out. A single daffodil in a tiny vase.

Eddie puts the plate down carefully, turning to see Steve blushing furiously. “Sorry, I don’t get out much and I wanted to make it nice.”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s cute,” Eddie says, even as he feels himself grow irritated yet again with Robin, Steve’s nose twitches, eyeing Eddie with concern, so he does his best to push it down, “well,” Eddie tries his best to be cheerful, “I really hope you enjoy it. Maybe your girlfriend will take you out tomorrow?” He tries to say that with no hint of spite whatsoever.

Steve blinks at him, “girlfriend?”

“Robin? I thought...aren’t you two..?”

Steve snorts a laugh, actually ugly laughs and snorts like a cute little piggy and has to bring his hand up to his face to try and hide his reaction, “no. No, she’s my best friend. She’s home with her girlfriend.”

“Oh.” Eddie says, processing, “oh. Right sorry, I just, assumed…” he can’t stop his eyes from, briefly, flicking to Steve’s tummy.

“It’s okay,” Steve’s smiling at him, “you can ask.”

“Well...I mean when I thought you were with Robin I just assumed you’d used a donor or…”

“Yep!” Steve pops the ‘P’. “I did do that, and I did go to the appointments with Robin, but I’m single. Going it alone.”

And then Steve does quite possibly the sexiest thing Eddie’s ever seen in his entire life; he bares his throat, “see, no bite.”

Eddie has to clear his throat and shift a little where he's standing, lest his inconvenient biological reaction become overly obvious, “why did you decide to, uhm…”

Steve shrugs, smiling happily, “guess I just never was lucky enough to meet the right Alpha.”

And then Steve’s tummy rumbles very aggressively.

“I’ll let you eat your-”

“Gosh excuse me I’m-”

They speak at the same time, and then both end up laughing.

“I’ll leave you to your dinner,”

“Thanks again Eddie, I really do appreciate it.”

Part three

[diminuel]

Xebec finding out he is pregnant maybe?

>w<

Linlin to the rescue. Or something like that.

(I should probably come up with a tag for all this silly Rocks Pirates related stuff.)

[valrvn]

enough talk of boy pussy. I am here to discuss man cunt

[damianito]

How would the girls react to the news, lol?

A little confuse but they got the spirit.

[lexirosewrites]

Day 7: Pack Dynamics

for @stmarchmm

Steve suspects something is wrong the moment he sees Max’s face.

He’s used to her stopping by a couple times a week, but school just let out a few minutes ago and she’s normally at the arcade with the rest of the party on Thursday afternoons.

“Hey, Red, what’cha doing here? Need more quarters? I think Dustin cleared me out last week to beat Will’s score on Donkey Kong, but I can go dig around the couch cushions or—”

Her lip is wobbling before he can finish drying the cup in his hands.

Steve tosses it recklessly back into the sink.

“Steve…” Max whines, the sad cry of a distressed pup making its way out of her throat.

He haphazardly dries his hands on his favorite apron then tosses it on the counter. Max needs him and household chores can wait.

His pups always come first.

“Shhhh, I’m here, pup. I’ve got you,” he purrs.

She’s not much of a toucher, let alone a hugger, but Max melts into his embrace and her face buries into Steve’s chest, subconsciously seeking out his scent for comfort.

Whatever has her so worked up, it’s a good sign. She knows who her pack is and that he’ll take care of her.

Steve continues to softly shush Max as melodically as he can, rocking them both back and forth like he would a fussy baby.

“Maxine… do you mind if we move this elsewhere? I’ve never met a problem I can’t solve from the comfort of my nest and I know we haven’t cuddled in a while.”

She doesn’t answer right away, but she definitely heard him.

A minute later, she nods and pulls away enough to look at his face. Not surprisingly, there are tear tracks down her freckled cheeks.

His heart hurts for her.

“Nest please,” Max agrees hoarsely.

He chirps.

Freeing up his body, he offers a hand for her to hold while they relocate to Steve’s nesting room.

Eddie had insisted on designating it as such just a few months after they started living together.

It mostly has the benefit of keeping the pack out of their personal bedroom.

They love their pack, but one can only be barged in on so many times before locks become necessary and Steve’s nest is a popular hangout spot for the pups.

“Climb in, Red,” he invites, gesturing towards the nest.

Steve had just straightened it up and changed the sheets earlier.

She hesitates for some unknown reason.

He cocks his head to the side, waiting for an explanation as to why she’s not jumping in like she usually does.

Max’s eyes flicker down from his face to his belly.

Ah. Right. That.

“Get in first and then you can help me,” he offers.

She accepts the compromise, settling herself amongst the many fluffy pillows, ultra soft blankets, and scent trinkets.

As soon as she’s comfortable, her hand shoots out towards him. It’s obvious she’s worried about his balance despite her own ongoing problems.

Max is a good kid.

He’s actually become quite skilled at moving about in their home since becoming pregnant, but the pups have their own instincts and they’re primarily to protect Steve and his unborn baby.

He still lets her help him into the nest.

“Thank you,” Steve tells her, even though it truly wasn’t necessary.

She falls right back into his form.

“I’m sorry.”

He glances down where she’s got her head tucked under his arm, unable to look at her face. All he can really see is the top of her shiny copper locks.

“For what, pup? It was just about time for an afternoon nap anyway and you know I love company,” he reassures her.

Eddie isn’t due home from work for at least another hour, but he knows his mate won’t mind if they have an extra place setting at dinner.

If anything, this is another opportunity for them to practice being parents.

They’ve only got a couple months left until it all becomes real.

“What’s going on, honey? Boy problems? Kids at school being jerks? Someone in ‘The Party’ being a jerk? You know I can put them in their place if I need to.”

She snorts. It’s a start.

“I’m not ready to talk about it,” Max whispers.

Her hand finds his bump and rests there lightly, gently.

“That’s okay. We don’t need to talk if you don’t want to. Is there anything else I can do to help though?”

His own omegan instincts are going a bit crazy not knowing how to make Max well again. She’s his responsibility and so is her happiness.

His pups are truly everything.

They all know he’ll soon have another pup— one related by blood and not just strong pack ties and scent, but they also know Steve is their mother too.

Some of them have moms already, but he is their second one. Someone to cuddle them and love them.

Protect them from the world.

As head alpha of the pack, Eddie has become their honorary father too.

It’s their shared drive as a mated couple to assure their pack is healthy and taken care of. Dysfunctional at times though it may be, their pack is full of so much love.

Steve’s never been happier.

Now if he could figure out how to bubble wrap all of the pups and shield them from all dangers, that would be perfect.

“Just this is good. I… I missed you,” Max confesses.

He gives her a gentle squeeze.

“Missed you too. Been pretty busy around here lately,” he remarks softly.

Her head pops up, curiosity filling her young face.

“Did you and Eddie get the nursery set up yet? I know you bought the paint this weekend and Lucas said—”

She cuts herself off with a sour frown and a bitter scent.

Oh. This is definitely a boy problem. Something with Lucas.

Steve knows their puppy love is messy sometimes. Young love and all that. But they’re generally pretty sweet to one another.

Clearly something happened.

It’s not his place to push. She’ll speak when she’s ready.

“Eddie actually spent three fucking hours trying to put that crib together.”

She laughs. Loudly.

He knew she would find it funny. Steve doesn’t swear around the kids often and Max has a potty mouth worse than most grown alphas.

“That dumbass,” she giggles.

“My dumbass,” he reminds her. “Best man I’ve ever known.”

He’s not even lying or exaggerating. Eddie is a godsend.

Perfect? Never. Loyal, loving, kindhearted, brave, and protective? Beyond Steve’s wildest dreams.

“You’re lucky.”

He is.

“I am. Eddie loves me a lot. He’s gonna be a good dad. If he learns to follow instructions better, he might even be a great one.”

Max hums in agreement. A bit contemplative.

“I think Lucas might be in love with me.”

Okay, so they are gonna talk about it after all.

“He might. Does that scare you?” Steve asks casually. There’s nothing casual about her finally opening up.

Her hand on his belly gets tense, but the touch is still light.

“Maybe… Everyone always leaves.”

Steve forces himself to relax. To not slander the dead or blame the only living blood relative she has left.

“They’d have to pry me away from you, Max. Eddie and I would never leave you of our own free will. We love you too,” he states.

This isn’t about them. But she needs to hear it.

“I know,” she whispers. “And I love you too, mom. I promise I’ll talk to Lucas about it tomorrow.”

His pups will be alright.

“That’s my girl.”

Steve pops an affectionate kiss to the crown of her head.

She purrs. So does he.

Therapeutic pup cuddles are so much better than washing the dishes.

[dedusmuln]

yeah you support trans people but are you normal about trans men who choose to get pregnant

[whathehonestfuk]

Alpha! Steve asks Alpha! Eddie to bitch him durning his next rut (he's never had any dysphoria about being an alpha but there's definitely euphoria when it comes to imagining being pupped up) and he trust Eddie (and might be a little in love with him)

Of course Eddie agrees he wants to help Steve out(he is also a little bit in love)

Commence fuck fest where they know something happens because Steve's sent changes but he's not going to grow a new external sex organ so they kind of have to wait till he has his first proper heat to know it fully took

Steve starts throwing up and dealing with a lot of fatigue freaking both Eddie and Robin out and they're trying to convince him to go to the doctor about it but he doesn't feel sick or like anything is wrong per say his body is just doing that now and it's probably normal when switching secondary genders

It's months before he agrees to some sort of outside logic (be it Nancy any of his trusted adults or an actual doctor) they explain the situation and his symptoms and outside logic source just stares at them and tells them that Steve is pregnant

[frownyalfred]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent & Kara Zor-El, Clark Kent & Lois Lane Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Kara Zor-El, Krypto the Superdog (DCU), Original Kryptonian Character(s), The Fortress AI, Lois Lane Additional Tags: Kryptonian Biology (DCU), Kryptonian Culture & Customs (DCU), Kryptonians (DCU), Green Kryptonite (DCU), Kryptonite Poisoning (DCU), Kryptonian Technology (DCU), Phantom Zone (DCU), Protective Clark Kent, POV Clark Kent, Kryptonian Language (DCU), Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnant Bruce Wayne, Misunderstandings, Established Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 5+1 Things, no beta we die like jason todd Summary:

Five times Kryptonian people, animals, and tech tried to tell Clark that his mate was pregnant, and the one time he figured it out himself.

[plistommy]

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 320

Lazarus Pits are toxic (read practically acidic) to most realms beings. The keyword being most. There are in fact two beings that are immune. 

The first is those with shadow cores, as their cores are quite literally designed to adapt and mirror the aspects of their surroundings alongside anything that may harm them. And those types of ghosts are already rare, most destabilizing when younger because they think they can adapt to something they can’t handle yet. 

The second thing? Halfas. The Pits heal those close to death but who cling to life, and Halfas? Constantly inbetween life and death, no matter what form they take. So something that would normally burn both the living and dead? Does practically nothing to them. In fact? It heals them. 

So a shadow-cored Halfa searching through the zone for a safe spot for his clone-kids to heal? Well, there’s never been a safer place. 

[stevieschrodinger]

“I’m just saying it’s manipulative.”

“Manipulative? Eddie you can’t be serious.”

“I am, now, where’s the dish? It’s got to be around here somewhere.”

“Maybe in this box, clearly labelled ‘kitchen’?” Dustin snarks, “and I don’t see how you can say behaving in a way that’s been dictated by your very biology is...manipulative. That’s not fair, man.”

Eddie digs in the box, bringing out the baking dish he wants, and then heads back into the kitchen, swerving around clutter and open boxes as he goes, “yeah, I get that a lot of Omega act the way they do because of what they are, alright. I get that, I do. But all this...kind of, 'oh my oh my, can’t the big Alpha come and save me...I just need looking after and...and protecting'. And I get that it works, a lot of Alphas eat that shit right up, I’m just not one of them.” Eddie bangs around in the kitchen fixing Wayne’s famous corned beef hash casserole, “it’s just not for me, you know? I don’t want someone who’s just going to do as they’re told and roll over on everything, I want someone who is equal, not someone who wants looking after all the time. I will not be loosing my head over any Omega, no matter how pretty they are.”

“So you...wouldn’t look after your Omega?” Dustin squints at him.

“Firstly, not happening, not ever, I’m sticking to Beta’s and that is final...but, I mean, yeah, of course I’d look after my partner, but I’d do that for anyone. I don’t want this hormone driven need to...to I don’t know. It’s just not for me Henderson, okay? Now help me with the books.”

Dustin whines, “but there’s like, fifty million of them...and I still don’t agree that it’s manipulative. They’re just...playing to their strengths, or whatever.”

“Right, so an Omega bats their eyelashes and every Alpha in sniffing distance is falling over themselves to do whatever the Omega wants, and that’s not manipulative?”

“Welllll…no, especially since it only works because of the Alphas in the first place, if it’s anyone fault, it’s the Alphas, right?”

“Fucking...just shut up Henderson.”

Eddie’s just put their plates on the table when there’s a knock at the door, “I’m not waiting,” Dustin sits down and starts shoveling, and Eddie mutters curses all the way to the door, he’s absolutely starving-

“Hi, I am so sorry,” it’s an Omega. A ridiculously pretty one. A very, very pregnant one. “I’m from next door,” the very very pretty Omega is on tip toes, trying to look over Eddie’s shoulder. He’s clutching a plate to his chest, “I know you’ve just moved in and, again, I am so so sorry about this, but is there any chance I could try what you’re cooking? Please?”

He smells so good. Even better than a regular Omega; Eddie’s sure it’s because he’s pupped, probably some biological bullshit about protecting pups and whatever. But still, he’s...he’s cute, standing there with his plate, sniffing after Eddie’s cooking.

“I could smell it in the hall. It could just be the tiniest bit, but I just would really like to try it, I’m so sorry for interrupting your dinner but-”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Eddie says, taking the guys plate, “just hang there a second.” Eddie goes and...well, if he fills the plate of what was going to be tomorrows dinner, no one needs to know. Eddie might have opinions on gender, but he’s not a dick. The guy is very pregnant, plus he was being super polite about it. He even brought his own plate.

It’s another human being, pregnant and hungry; Eddie would do the same to help anyone out. This is absolutely nothing to do with the guy being the prettiest Omega Eddie’s ever seen in real life.

Eddie delivers the plate back, “oh my goodness,” oh okay, that’s adorable. Eddie’s pretty sure he’s never heard anyone say ‘oh my goodness’ in real life, like, ever. “Thank you so so much, is there anything I can do? I can contribute to the ingredients or-” and that’s when Eddie figures that not only is the guy very pretty, he’s actually a reasonable human being too, lots of people wouldn’t have even thought about that sort of thing.

“No, we’re good just, ah, let me know what you think.”

“I will, I will,” the guy is saying as he turns to leave, carefully carrying his laden plate. He’s big enough that he’s kind of waddling, and Eddie watches him long enough to see him go into the next apartment along the hall.

Eddie shuts the door, turning back to find Dustin watching him, both eyebrows raised, a very accusatory look on his face, “oh shut the fuck up.”

“Just let me know what you think,” Dustin mimics back, like a little bitch.

Part Two

[diminuel]

@saffirez said:

Can the Luffy/Koby baby be called Monkey D. Sandwich? … in short Sammie Aka Koby was too out of it and Luffy got to name the baby :)

I guess Koby doesn't know how to say no to Luffy >w<

Here's the Luffy/Koby baby.

[darwin-are]

Steddie abo domestic fluff

modern setting, mpreg, omega steve, alpha eddie, domestic bliss/fluff

Eddie has just gotten home from work at the garage when he quietly walks in on Steve humming and folding laundry at the dinner table. Steve hasn't noticed him yet so he takes a couple of moments to just watch his mate. They've been together for a couple of years now and Eddie still feels a wave of love whenever he looks at Steve. Then he shifts his eyes to the swell of Steves belly and he can feel even more love and happiness wash over him.

After watching the omega humming and folding laundry for a couple of minutes Eddie remembers this video he saw at work the other day, a way to relieve his pregnant mate even for just a minute.

He feels warmth through the bond and then Steve turns his head slightly.

"Are you going to stand there and watch me all day or are you going to help me, alpha?"

Eddie just huffs a laugh and starts walking forward.

"I thought I might help you with something else sweetheart."

Steve gives him a questioning glance but before he can ask anything Eddie has pressed himself close to the omegas back, resting his arms around Steves belly and nosing at his neck. He places a few kisses to the mating mark there.

"Take a deep breath baby."

Steve give a sceptical look but does as he says. He takes a deep breath in and just as he starts to let it out Eddie gently places his hands on the underside of Steve's belly and lifts it up. The rest of the breath rushes out him at the relief. He takes another deep breath and fully leans into the alpha behind him, a blissed out look on his face from not having to carry all that weight for just a moment. Eddie just keeps nuzzling steves neck and bonding gland, pressing gentle kisses there.

"You're so strong for carrying our pup every day. So beautiful. My lovley omega."

Steve lets out a light chirp at the praise, humming a bit as Eddie keeps placing kisses wherever he can reach.

They stand there, in the sunlit room, in front of piles of laundry, just swaying and existing together. After a while Eddis starts to relax and lower his arms back down but before he can let go Steve let's out a sad little whine.

"No no no no don't stop. Please keep going."

All Eddie can do is give a slight chuckle, readjust his hands, and lift his pregnant mate's belly again.

"Anything for you sweetheart. Maybe i should start exercising so I can do this all the time?"

"You won't hear me complain about that."

Eddie huffs another laugh at that and kisses Steve on the cheek. Steve turns his head more towards his mate, silently asking for a real kiss that Eddie happily gives. While Eddie can't wait to meet their pup he will also gladly spend long moments like this togheter with Steve, existing together and reliving some of the weight from Steve's shoulders.

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Hope you liked it :)

AO3

[lexirosewrites]

Day 8: Pregnancy

for @stmarchmm

“Eddie?”

Steve turns to look behind him. It’s too hard to roll onto his back, but he can manage this much.

His alpha seems to be knocked out.

“Eddie,” he tries again, a louder whisper. “Eddie, are you awake?”

There’s a groan in response.

Not completely knocked out then. Good. He has a mission to accomplish.

“Eddie, I need you,” Steve whines. He slips enough desperation into his voice to trigger his mate’s instincts to react.

“Huh?”

Eddie springs upright, hair an absolutely dreadful mess and one eye still closed.

He rubs at his face, trying to quickly clear the sleep from his eyes, before frantically looking at Steve.

“Sweetheart? What’s the matter? Are you okay? Is something wrong with the baby?”

Steve swings an arm back, reaching for his alpha’s hand. Eddie threads their fingers without question.

“Spoon me?”

Eddie pauses.

“Is that why you woke me up?” he asks softly.

He’s not even mad at Steve. Perfect alpha.

“No, but I want cuddles first,” Steve explains.

Strong arms wrap around his middle, not quite able to meet on his full bump anymore. Their pup is growing bigger every day.

“How’s this?”

Steve chirps to show his pleasure. Eddie knows just how to hold him right.

“Perfect, thank you.”

Eddie kisses the back of his neck, then smooches his jawline a few times just for show. Such a loving alpha.

“Anything for you, Stevie. My beautiful omega… mother of our baby.”

He’s so cheesy sometimes.

Steve adores it.

“You may want to reconsider your words, my dear alpha.” He then adds on for good measure, “Father of our baby.”

Eddie’s soft laughter tickles his neck pleasantly.

“Why? Are you going to make me regret them in a moment?”

Steve hums in thought, as if he doesn’t already know exactly why he woke his mate in the first place.

“Maybe. After all, you did say ‘anything’ for me. One might start to wonder if there are limits to that generous offer, Mr. Munson.”

He can’t see Eddie’s smile in the dark.

But Steve sure can feel it against his jaw.

“Why, Mrs. Munson, I do believe I have always been a faithful man of my word,” Eddie croons, playing right along with his attempts to be coy. “Whatever your heart desires, it would be my deepest honor and pleasure to obtain for you.”

Sucker.

“I require five dark chocolate covered pickles.”

The hotel room gets very quiet for a brief moment. Even the taxis outside their window seem to hush.

“Uh. Okay. Is there an actual store that sells such an atrocity or do I need to make a blood sacrifice to obtain those from a demon?”

Steve takes a beat.

“I’d say try the demon first at this hour of the night, but maybe your personal assistant would be a better starting place?” he suggests sweetly, already pushing his luck with yet another outrageous midnight craving.

Their child makes some insane demands.

And Eddie is mostly used to this seeing as they’re seven months into the pregnancy.

Steve really only feels bad for Molly, Eddie’s PA who is regularly charged with very un-rockstar-like errands from the both of them.

She’s an angel, truly. It’s not like Eddie can run to a store himself.

The image of Corroded Coffin’s lead singer being spotted in an LA convenience store in the middle of the night buying melting chocolate and pickles for his pregnant mate would be on the cover of every magazine in the morning.

It’s not exactly the sort of coverage his chart topping band needs.

They try to keep Steve (and by extension, their unborn pup) out of the spotlight completely, even while he travels on tour with his mate.

It’s a delicate balance.

“Remind me to buy her a really nice bottle of wine when we fly to Italy next month,” Eddie groans.

Steve agrees with a purr.

He’s half asleep listening to his alpha make the call from the hotel landline on the night stand, but Eddie assures him afterwards that he’ll have his desecrated pickles in an hour or so.

It’s hard to call pregnancy a hardship with such a devoted mate taking care of him.

And even if he loses the craving for chocolate pickles by the time they arrive, he knows Eddie will still wake for him again the next night when it’s barbecue sauce coated carrots he needs.

“You’re gonna be the best parent,” Steve mumbles sleepily.

“I gotta be in order to keep up with you, Stevie.”

[orengejoshi]

could you draw Dr. Flug pregnant, without the bag over his head?

no I'm sorry, if you mean my bagless Flug design; it's a little too obviously based on a real human being (GLP/GermanLetsPlay, who uses a very similar design of his persona for merch, it's absolutely his trademark. my german followers always recognize him immediately.) and I won't do that without consent. it's my full intention for him to look exactly like Manu bc I thought it would be funny. if I design a different bagless Flug maybe in the future I can do that, but I probably won't.

I dislike the idea of Flug's face being revealed and dread it. I don't want to know. the secret is the appeal!! I'm slightly objectum

this is all I can offer you! I hope you still like it🫡

some excited chatting between these two dorks🩷

I'll even throw a random headcanon at you: I like to think Flug and Black Hat are both autistic, but Flug is the talkative, expressive type and Black Hat the one that is almost always mute and monotone. yapper x listener ig haha