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[melaniem54]

Review: Smoulder (Drake Security Book 2) by Mika Nix

Rating: 4🌈 It’s that cover! Couldn’t resist. So while I wasn’t really buying into some of the themes the authors (K.M. Neuhold and Mia Monroe are Mika Nix) created in book one, I went on and picked up the second novel in the series, Smoulder. Turns out, it’s missing most but not all of the elements I had issues with and I found this entertaining and a fast, enjoyable read. For starters, this…

[sahnejungsliebhaber]

Sehr sportlich sind die beiden Jungs ja nicht. Der Rechte sieht aus als hätte die gute Fee statt Pinocchio einen Hefekloß belebt. Der Linke hat sich gedacht: „Wieso soll ich weiterhin Sport machen und mich gesund ernähren, wenn meine Eltern nix sagen, wenn mein Bruder zu einem Schmalzklumpen wird. Faulenzen und fressen kann ich auch.“

Bild gespendet von cottoncandyboi18 https://www.tumblr.com/cottoncandyboi18

The two boys are not very sporty. The one on the right looks as if the fairy godmother had enlivened a lump of yeast instead of Pinocchio. The one on the left thought to himself: “Why should I keep doing sport and eating healthily if my parents don't say anything when my brother turns into a lump of lard. I can laze around and munch too.”

Picture donated by cottoncandyboi18

[moonshynecybin]

re: marc would not be a housewife MAYBE CONTROVERSIAL but idc everyone can have their own interpretations in rpf but ME PERSONALLY i can never get behind like. marc having kids *in the middle of his racing career* specifically. or when he’s older but still capable of fighting for the championship. like no he’s not making a sacrifice like that are you kidding me. insert that tweet mpreg fics forget abortion exists. like kill that thing patrick

FOR REAL ! i’m actually torn on of marc would wanna be pregnant period. like during his racing career absolutely not no fucking way. mabortion. while he’s INJURED? super long pt journey? not racing anyways? MAYBE. one of my most beloved little rosquez melodramas is ill- advised 2020 hookup that compounds everyone’s misery when marc pees on a stick and it’s positive. double whammy of his body not feeling like HIS anymore… all those interviews he gave in 2021 of trying to feel like the old marc…. but even THEN i’m not sure bc it might make his pt take even longer and i think he’d nix it for the sake of time…. he’s very aware that his career is short and could be ended at any moment ! diplopia really solidified that for him from a young age !!!! and then i think he’d just really hate being pregnant lol. like maybe this stems from me projecting cause the entire process seems CRAZY to me but. he likes to be able to DO things he loves being flexible he loves doing dangerous stuff he starts acting like an ANIMAL in a CAGE when he’s not allowed to ride and i think it’s just stone cold a miserable experience for him until he pops that baby out and is immediately obsessed with her. like he would love that baby soooo much i’m VERY sure he’d enjoy being a parent and having a little valemarc crazyass clone but. the havok pregnancy wreaks on your body not so much.

[lifesteal-headcanons]

hey mod nix i just wanted to say thank you for making this blog. i showed it to my mom and explained the whole rek mpreg stuff and now i live with my dad that i didnt even know existed. your blog helped me find my dad so thanks ❤

..... youre welcome ?

[deliciouskeys]

@cozycornerkinktober's prompt lucky #13: Nursing/lactation

Another deleted scene from the Selfish Gene (Butchlander)

Warnings: Everyone's going to write about HL's canon nursing/breast milk fetish for this one. And uh... so am I. But in mine he's the one lactating so trigger warning for that upfront. Mpreg. Supe baby. Injuries. Weird fetishes. Probably a little bit more emo than I intended. @vanshoundd requested this one, but I'm not at all sure they'll be pleased with the result lol, but I tried! AO3 link.

Butcher’s nose was never that sensitive, but he starts to detect it as soon as he’s out of the elevator on the twenty fourth floor of their new hoity-toity high rise condo building. It hits him full force when he opens the door to the apartment, thick, cloying, notes of melted butter and even something a little like apple, all mixing together into a bouquet that now smells like his partner, like their child, like home. Butcher puts away the groceries he brought in before following the overly familiar, obnoxiously loud sound of the pump coming from their bedroom.

Homelander is sitting half propped up in bed, browsing on his phone, the wearable vest with suction cups stuck to his otherwise bare torso, both 150ml milk bottles half-full with creamy white liquid, frothing up slightly from the negative pressure. Lena’s sleeping soundly on top of his body and not in her crib— as far as Butcher knows she’s never been in her crib in the two weeks since being born, Homelander being completely engrossed with taking her everywhere and keeping her close at all times. He hasn’t really left the house except to go out on the balcony, despite having been so enthusiastic about having the house confinement officially nixed a few months ago. At least their new apartment overlooks Central Park and has two spacious bedrooms— not that Homelander has let Lena stay in her nursery yet. Butcher made a token attempt to convince him that sleeping together with your newborn in the same bed was ill-advised, but SIDS was just not something on Homelander’s list of worries. ‘How about you worry about Sudden Dad Death Syndrome,’ he said dismissively. Butcher had no intention to stay away and sleep in another room. If he’s going to get lasered for rolling over on his infant daughter, well, it was a good run. Homelander seems genuinely worried about that eventuality though, and keeps Lena between his own body and a pillow. Butcher’s not sure how much the pillow would really protect him, but he’s learned not to argue about most of these things. He’s also not sure how much Homelander actually sleeps during the night, because he’s still feeding the baby so often, and every time Butcher wakes up groggy during the night, Homelander’s either feeding, burping, changing, or pumping.

At the moment Lena’s sound asleep, positioned along Homelander’s belly, tiny legs flexibly curled up under her diaper, tiny ribcage visibly moving in and out underneath the tiny blanket draped over her.

“I don’t know how she can sleep through that racket going on near her head,” Butcher says as he lies down next to Homelander.

“It’s really not that loud.” Homelander rolls his eyes, finally putting away the phone.

“It’s pretty loud, love. And I think you’re going to break it soon if you don’t stop running it 24-7.”

Homelander huffs. “What am I supposed to do if I can’t store much inside my body?”

Supplement with formula maybe, Butcher thinks but doesn’t say out loud. It’s a really sore topic they’ve been over multiple times over the past couple of weeks. Homelander’s body responded to pregnancy by the textbook, golden colostrum letting down as soon as Lena rut her face into his chest, not even an hour after being born. But his milk supply never came in as plentifully as the lactation coach assured him it would. He produced milk quickly, but had little storage capacity. His chest was only a little bit more swollen and veiny than before pregnancy, and there was apparently just not enough volume for a satisfying feeding, even for a tiny newborn. Butcher had probably never seen him as upset as when he was frantically switching Lena from one nipple to the other, to no avail because she’d drained both in short order and was crying for more. “Why can’t I do this right?!” he’d lamented, sobbing about his failure, rather than the fact that their famished newborn’s suction was apparently strong enough to make his nipples’ skin chafe, pop, and bleed. Butcher fed Lena formula out of a bottle between her breast feedings during those first few days, and Homelander refused to even watch it happen, lying in bed turned away, weeping, depressed, and defeated. The mere sight of the bottle would send him into what, in Butcher’s mind, was irrational hysterics, but suggesting that there might be some postpartum depression at play here was angrily dismissed out of hand. Butcher found what was at least a stopgap solution, buying one of those supplemental nursing systems where breast milk could be mixed with formula to boost the volume and be used to feed the baby through a thin plastic tube taped to align right with the nipple. All the nice physical bonding of not using a bottle, without the anxiety about your baby going hungry, Butcher figured. But Homelander was still a purist, and wanted zero Similac in the mixture. That’s why he’d taken to pumping day and night, every hour except when Lena was actually latched on to him. For better or worse, it seemed to be working, his body slowly adjusting to meet the demand. In the past few days, he finally started having leftovers to freeze. 

“I just feel like I haven’t been able to talk to you without raising my voice over the din of that motor,” Butcher says, cupping Homelander’s face and kissing him on the cheek, then rubbing his hand against the rough beard bristles on his chin. Homelander was so focused on his baby that apparently he stopped prioritizing shaving every morning, brushing his hair, or showering.

“Sorry, I haven’t been taking care of myself today,” Homelander says defensively as Butcher’s hand runs along his jaw.

“D’you want to?” Butcher asks.

Homelander looks down at Lena and sighs.

“I can watch her while you take a fifteen minute shower,” Butcher says, both amused and annoyed. “You can’t keep being this much of a control freak.”

“If she wakes up-”

“I’ll inform you at once, commander-in-chief, Jesus.”

“And if she…”

He trails off but Butcher knows what Homelander is getting at without any more being said. Lena has yet to actually fire off a laser but her eyes have powered up a glow a couple of times in the past two weeks. They haven’t been able to pinpoint what seems to trigger it. Every time it’s happened she was latched on, feeding, and not fussing. Butcher thinks it’s overwhelmed-with-happiness-and-pleasure lasers, not rage-lasers, but they can’t know for sure.

“I’ll be careful and point her away from me. What do you want me to say?”

Homelander nods and slowly sits up. Lena makes a quiet whimper and he freezes but she seems to go right back to sleep, despite being held almost fully upright. Butcher takes her gently into his arms and cradles her. She turns toward his body but thankfully doesn’t wake up and start searching for milk. Homelander walks out of the bedroom with the pump still attached to him.

“Maybe you should take it off before you get in the shower,” Butcher mutters to himself under his breath, but Homelander hears him loud and clear, of course, even with the machine still on and says “Very funny” from the bathroom.

Butcher enjoys the rare opportunity to study this tiny creature snoozing in his arms, a creature he helped make. He leans down and inhales the scent of her head, her wispy dark hairs flying up when he does. He finally hears the pump being shut off and the shower running shortly after. Lena stays asleep, eyes sometimes moving underneath her thin eyelids, long eyelashes twitching slightly. She’s unbearably cute. Holding her, Butcher admits he can understand why her other parent doesn’t seem to want to let go of her for even a minute. He never would have imagined he’d feel like that about anything, let alone a newborn, but there’s some kind of biological or psychological program that’s kicked into gear in his brain once he finally saw her in the flesh. Somewhere in his deep memory he also recalls what it was like to see Lenny for the first time, and feel an overwhelming immediate sense of love for someone so tiny.

As he watches her sleep, his mind starts to drift as well, as if the sleepiness is contagious. He’s in this hypnotized state, so he’s not sure how it happens exactly, but Lena wakes up pretty suddenly. She doesn’t cry, just opens her eyes and next thing Butcher feels is her tiny fist finding and wrapping around the pinky of the hand he’s laid on top of her. Butcher immediately realizes his dire circumstances when he feels powerful force squeezing his finger and bone starting to crack. He stays stoically silent, looking down at her open eyes. They’re huge—sometimes it feels like they’re taking up half of her face— and a piercing blue. He’s heard babies’ eyes often darken as they grow, but as of now they’re the spitting image of Homelander’s. Maybe that’s why he feels just a tiny bit unsettled whenever she fixes them on him– some echo of their old antagonism still buried somewhere deep in his brain.

“Lena, love, let go of Daddy’s hand,” he says quietly through teeth clenching in pain, still smiling at her, already knowing talking like this is futile. He’s fairly sure he feels something fracturing and blinks back tears. She stares up at him, but doesn’t release her grip. He can’t even try to pry her hand off, with none of his hands free. The shower is turned off already, and loath as Butcher is to prove that he can’t watch Lena for fifteen minutes, he gets up and carefully makes his way to the bathroom.

“Can you help me out…” he says as he’s pushing the door open with an elbow and sees Homelander choke on something and press the back of his hand to his mouth. Although he’s at the sink, turned away from the door, Butcher can see in the mirror that he was sipping on one of the milk containers that he detached from his chest.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST CAN YOU KNOCK?!” he explodes, apparently before he’s swallowed everything down because the first words come out with a gurgle.

“I actually couldn’t…” Butcher answers sheepishly, wincing because Lena’s grip tightened further around his already broken finger during the yelling.

Homelander looks over and sees the situation and his facial expression twists from anger to distress. He quickly approaches and pries her tiny fingers open, taking her into his own arms almost at the same time, cradling her close.

“She hurt you,” he says, frowning so dramatically that Butcher can’t help but feel amused at their predicament. A baby being able to mangle her father has some kind of dark humor to it.

“She’s fine. I was careless,” Butcher says, almost waving his injured hand dismissively before feeling a jolt of pain in his pinky at any movement.

“Your right hand. You need to go to the hospital,” Homelander laments, starting to sound panicked. 

“Hey, it’s not a big deal, alright? Leave it alone. I’ll take care of it later.”

Homelander looks unappeased by that, and it dawns on Butcher that he’s probably insecure about his child being perceived as a danger to normal people, the public. Perhaps to be locked away in a secure facility until all the powers are under control.

“Hey, I’m okay. I was just careless.” Butcher says, but he’s also starting to survey the scene he walked in on. Homelander’s standing naked, hair still wet, holding Lena in his arms who seems to recognize her feeder parent smell and is starting to root around his chest. Butcher sees the bottle of breast milk, almost drained. He doesn’t say anything, but Homelander seems to catch where his gaze went.

“I make enough for her! I’m not having anything that she needs!” he starts saying and Butcher doesn’t know where to start with this.

“Look, I don’t care what you do with it. You’re the one obsessed with not giving her formula. If you want to drink your own breast milk, I’m not going to be the one to stop you.”

Homelander chews on his lip, face crimson, and Butcher can’t believe that this is, of all the strange things this supe’s done, what he’s going to be mortified by.

“I’m not saying it’s normal, but you’re not harming anyone.”

“You don’t get it,” Homelander says, eyes fluttering when Lena finds his nipple and latches on but then he looks down at her and avoids eye contact with Butcher. “I obsess over it. I- I feel like I get turned on when she’s nursing. I even get a little turned on when I’m pumping. I’ve been wanting to drink it. I have real issues.”

Butcher rubs the bridge of his nose, remembering to use his left hand. “I mean, yeah, that sounds a bit sick, but it’s harmless I guess.”

“You never feel tempted to even just taste it?” Homelander asks. His tone is weird and desperate, as if he’s hoping to hear just a little bit of support for this freaky fixation.

“Can’t say I have,” Butcher says, but then adds. “I kind of like the way it smells. I’ll taste it if it makes you feel better.” He approaches and takes a small sip from the same bottle Homelander was drinking out of, smacking and trying to describe the taste like a connoisseur. “It’s really sweet. It’s not that bad. If I didn’t know what it was I might have though it was some kind of bland custard.”

Homelander watches him, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“What?” Butcher asks. “What do you want me to say?”

“You’re not revolted?” Homelander asks cautiously.

“I don’t know, after watching you be in labor for more than a day and then give the bloodiest birth I’ve ever heard of at home on a shower curtain I spread out on our bed? I think I’m beyond being revolted.”

When they move back to the bedroom, Butcher holds Lena while Homelander puts on fresh sweatpants. He’s rushing, as if every second Butcher is holding her is borrowed time.

“You can’t do everything yourself.” Butcher sighs. “It’s just a broken finger. I don’t even feel like going to the ER. They’ll just put it in a splint.”

“Fix your hand,” Homelander answers him brusquely. “I don’t want you walking around with an ugly crooked finger and have it be this ‘Story’ about how Lena broke your pinky.”

“And here I thought you cared about my well-being.” Butcher chuckles.

“Maybe that too,” Homelander says morosely, as he lies back and switches Lena over to his other nipple. His expression softens whenever she’s latched on. “If you’re not going to the ER, can you…bring the bottles from the bathroom…?”

Butcher shrugs and carries the two containers back into the bedroom.

“Can you…” Homelander’s voice gets really quiet. “Can you feed me with it.”

Now Butcher’s a bit disturbed. “Can I what now?”

“Just put the bottle top on it with the nipple and just hold it to my mouth.”

Butcher sighs, incredulous, but does as he’s asked. He watches Lena sucking languidly on Homelander’s nipple– she’s not hungry, she’s mostly doing it out of habit and for comfort. He watches Homelander slowly downing the remaining milk in one bottle and then the other.

“Yeah, this is a bit fucked, love, I have to tell you.”

Homelander licks his lips when he’s drained everything. Lena leans back at about the same time, and the synchrony is vaguely disturbing to Butcher.

“I know,” Homelander says, looking off into the distance and avoiding eye contact. “But it makes me happy.”

A/N: The oxytocin released by the brain upon the sensation of breastfeeding doesn't bring people to orgasm, but it can turn some people on quite a bit. Socially unacceptable biological phenomena, but honestly it makes a lot of evolutionary sense that you'd get rewarded for feeding your brood.

[bitethebullets]

i’m on nix’s side btw. normally he takes suppressants but he wanted a baby <3

mpreg frank yea sure why not

[evidenceof]

Hiya!!

Secret Santa here! 🎅

I have a handful of questions for you on this fine day, just to get some info on specifics to help me cobble some ideas together!!

1- How do you feel about smut?

2- Any historical facts/events you’d love to see touched on?

3- Could you tell me about a few of your favourite characters?

hello again! <3 (i appreciate these so much :') ) all under the cut!

smut - love me a good smutty scene! but would prefer something more than porn without plot! so long as the tension is established, whatever period-typical predicament they have to overcome slots well into the picture, i really enjoy the smut. some smut adjacent tags that i don't super fuck with tho:

Omegaverse

Pregnancy/mpreg

Genderbent characters

Kid fics

Infantilazation and/or Pedophilia

Rape

Cannibalism

Necrophilia

2. historical events/facts - i love company dynamics and tension, and i really enjoy seeing them explored in fics. apart from that i really like it when fics explore settings/circumstances that nail down tension of period typical homophobia in the 40s/50s.

power dynamics the clash between rear echelon vs. frontline infantry men (think tlp, winters and nixon vs. second platoon)

how ptsd manifests differently post-war: stasis, anxiety, inability to function or move amongst civvies and 4Fs, co-dependency

exploration of USO-adjacent things as a plot device or element (soldier shows, the music/records in service and officer clubs)

settings that were stereotyped as "spaces" for the homosexual male in the army (troop ships, trains, pup tents, soldier towns and by extension hotel rooms during furlough, service clubs!)

3. favourite characters - i'll keep it confined to hbo war (i think this is what you mean? :0) but let me know if you'd like me to define traits outside of characters from this space!

dick winters - bob presents him as a very Sure Guy who's got it all figured out. but i love dick when he's a lot like his irl self: squirming under his own skin, a billion questions running through his mind, the way he turns things over again and again to make sense of an interaction or a course of action. all the while repressing the urge to let that manifest physically and outside his mind. the way he filters and edits himself unless he's at the breaking point; and in that case, anger and whatever juvenile irritations he's had to suppress come to the surface.

joe liebgott - i sound very much like a broken record when i say, i love joe because he's a wound that's in a constant rotation of being picked and scabbing—but with that you get a guy who can't begin to think about filtering himself. he's too tired for that. whatever shines through is genuine, whether that's warmth and softness or just unbridled rage. he cares a lot, more than he really knows how to acknowledge and ever voice out. his knee jerk reactions are rarely remembered in regret.

lewis nixon - one of the things i really like about nix is how he's afforded a world view that's very different from everyone else; how funnily enough it's war he's good at even when it isn't the shooting. here's a position he didn't necessarily inherit, here's a best friend he never would have met at a sunday luncheon or a gala—the inside of c47 looks nothing like a ship. i like how he's a little bit desperate to differentiate himself from his family name but still being tethered to the creature comforts he was borne into. the tension there is great. my hc of him is one that isn't too self-deprecating and self-loathing. i'm really not a subscriber to lewis "woe is me. who could ever love me" nixon.

[cattatonically]

Smolder - Mika Nix (Drake Security, book 2)

Synopsis

I was hired to protect him, but will our smoldering attraction ignite into love?

When my hot headed brother found his fated mate, a deep, aching desire opened up inside of me for my own. Everyone knows dragons are covetous, jealous… possessive. I am all of these things, but never more so than when I set my eyes on Dempsey for the first time.

Beautiful. Awkward. Sweet. Shy. Perfect. My dragon wants to wrap himself around him the moment he bumps into me outside of his antique shop. Dempsey, however, is not as keen on that idea as my inner beast is.

He hired Drake Security for protection, and he needs it even more than he realized. Unfortunately, we specialize in brute strength and burning sh*t to the ground, and the problem Dempsey has is way out of our league.

Is he my fated mate or am I just so desperate for one that I’m falling for him too fast? Either way, I’ll move heaven and hell to protect him, even if the forces that are after him are unlike anything I’ve dealt with before.

I’ve spent thousands of years hoarding books and storing their words close to my heart. Will the love stories that live inside my soul be enough to woo him? Is it too much to hope that fate has chosen him for me?

**** Smolder is book 2 in the Drake Security series and has a reluctant fated mate, dragon shifters, book swooning, ancient mysteries, and magic. Each book can be read on its own, but is so much better if read in order. The series is all dragons, NO MPREG.

My Thoughts

The second book of the Drake Security series had a bit of a rocky start for me. Hemingway seemed to give into his impulses really easily, and I was very worried about the kind of tone the book would take because of that. His dragon was incredibly covetous (which makes sense), and seemed to take control more often than not. Considering they call Nico the hot head, I felt that title was far more appropriate for Hemingway.

But soon, most of that made sense. Hemingway was responding to a threat. He just didn’t know it at the time. And Dempsey was very sure to let Hemingway know exactly when and how far to back off when needed.

Something I really liked about this book was the easy way Lake folded Dempsey into the mix. Lake supported Dempsey unconditionally as Dempsey navigated his new normal, and made him feel welcome. And while we have five blood-related brothers, the extended found family that they’re building is lovely.

After the first book, I was anticipating an underlying plot that would tie the series together. And while that’s not quite what’s happening, each story does play into the next, creating a rich world with very vibrant characters.

Two brothers have met their mates, and there are three left. I’m really looking forward to seeing who encounters their mate next!

[sometimesrufus]

🤰 – a kiss on a pregnant belly (lets stan this cursed thread a little more)

Head resting on Reno’s chest, reverent hands caressed the curve of Reno’s abdomen over and over again, still in awe every time he felt a little nudge from inside. The doctors had confirmed an hour ago what Reno and Rufus had known for days—that their little one was somehow alive.

“I still can’t believe it,” he told Reno quietly. Past the initial shock of realizing their child wasn’t dead as Reno’s belly continued to grow and he started feeling movement, it had been difficult for Rufus to absorb the truth of their situation. It had been hard enough to process when they found out Reno could even be pregnant via his supposed miscarriage. But now, with the indelible proof of their baby moving under his hands, something clicked into place for him.

The heady mix of emotions roiling within him was still something he was parsing through, but he knew one thing with certainty: He had never been so in love.

Maybe it was all hormonal, but seeing his lithe lover get rounder as their little one grew was like a powerful aphrodisiac. He was having difficulty not jumping him at every opportunity, but he was ultimately too fearful that too much eagerness on his part might harm their baby somehow. They’d already lost the child once, and Rufus had grieved. It was completely irrational, to the point that it frustrated him, but the loss of something he didn’t even know he’d had impacted him greatly.

Rolling onto his side, he pressed his lips tenderly against the slight swell of Reno’s belly, the skin warm against his lips. One kiss wasn’t enough and he placed another one, lower this time, but cut himself off there before his libido could get the better of him. He turned to look at Reno and rested his cheek lightly against his stomach, holding most of his weight up. His blue eyes swam with burning devotion.

“I will protect both of you properly this time.”

[spacedykez]

Oh hey! I remember nix! I sent in one ask about Mpreg and that was the only time we’ve ever interacted :D!

-🕵️

[holds a gun 2 your head] follow xem now. we are a package deal. u want one u get the other also.

[haroldhearsawho]

I guess since yes won I should stick to my word and share my Mpreg Nix Winnix rambles then huh 😏😚:

So, my idea is that in a mpreg universe Dick and Nix first get together and sleep together sometime at the end of the war in Germany or Austria and also have reckless unprotected sex in Paris or England on furlough together before Nix ships back home and they won’t see each other for awhile.

Then while he’s back home and Dick is still overseas Nix finds out he’s pregnant, and like they still haven’t really talked about what they are or what their future is together. So Nix decides to wait until Dick gets home to tell him but maybe right before he ships out he gives Nix a call and Nix kinda just blurts it out not meaning to because he hasn’t told anyone and it’s KILLING him. So Dick is asking about details regarding the train schedule and when and where Nix is going to pick him up and Nix interrupts him and just blurts out “I’m pregnant, Dick” and Dick goes silent and is like “What?!?” And Nix is like “From our furlough in (England?), the night before I shipped back home” and Dick is like “It’s mine?” And Nix is like “Jesus Christ Dick what kind of lady do you think I am”

And yeah it evolves from there and Dick can’t get to Nix’s side soon enough because he becomes even more protective and possessive over him now that he’s carrying his child and he starts working for Nix’s dad and they get a place in NJ together to raise the baby. And Dick is so determined to take care of and provide for Nix and their baby even though Nix tries to remind him he already has enough money. And then before the baby is born Dick pops the question and they get married and have a small simple wedding before the baby is born because Dick won’t let Nix have the baby and still be unwed he’s gotta make an honest woman out of him first. (Obviously in this world where mpreg is possible gay marriage was also legal then)

Also in this universe there would be tons of family drama as well because Dick’s family doesn’t approve of Nix and Nix’s family doesn’t approve of Dick and there’s a lot of tension with Dick working for Nix’s dad who doesn’t like him but is also his father in law and grandfather to his kids while also his boss

(I have way more I can share but this is the gist)

*Also I really wanna plan out their future family with multiple kids and their future big farmhouse and acreage they’ll have so if anyone wants to help me or indulge me with that be please my guest!!!

[melaniem54]

Review: Hot Head (Drake Security #1) by Mika Nix

Rating: 2.5🌈 Review note: This review contains several spoilers so please be aware prior to reading. Mika Nix is the combined name of authors K.M. Neuhold and Mia Monroe who have co-written this series about dragon shifter brothers and their path to HEA with their fated mates. Nico is one of a group of dragon shifter brothers who own and operate Drake Security. They live together in a…

[ao3feed-snape]

You hafta save my Papa!

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/zbcrsgw

by dimpled_joonie

Tom Marvolo Riddle. Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Victor of the second great wizarding war that occurred several years prior.

Tom wishes he could take all the credit for his swift victory during the battle of Hogwarts and it angers him a great deal that he still has no idea who helped him secure his horcruxes all those years ago.

- Harry Potter disappeared sometime during the Battle of Hogwarts and it was still a complete mystery. Tom tried looking for him but to no avail. And he still has eyes and ears out there, searching, waiting for him. Because even if he won't acknowledge it, there's a part of him that will always be enraptured by Harry Potter.

-

The child’s green eyes brighten in delight. “My name is Phoenix Rubeus Potter but I like it when my papa calls me Nix!”

“Potter?!” Draco suddenly exclaimed along with several others though he was by far the loudest.

“Harry?” Granger whispered.

The boy jumped from the sudden increase in noise and turned wide eyes onto Hermione, “Do you know my papa?” He seemed surprised. Hermione choked back a sob and covered her mouth as she stared at the young boy.

Words: 3044, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Original Child Character(s), Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore, Hermione Granger

Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort

Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Mpreg, Pregnant Harry Potter, Sane Tom Riddle, Out of Character Tom Riddle, i try to keep his flavor tho, he's just not evil, Protective Harry Potter, Protective Tom Riddle, Obsessive Tom Riddle, but not like, in a concerning way if that makes sense, he's just consistently blown away by the marvel that is harry, and he craves more, same tho, BAMF Harry Potter, everyone loves Harry Potter, Vampires, Good Death Eaters, Alternate Universe - Voldemort Wins, Sort Of, Lord Slytherin wins, a bit of world building, Good Albus Dumbledore, what, No Way, yes way, i crave it, Adorable Kid, tomarry baby, dumbles is a good grandpa, or is it great grandpa, Protective Albus Dumbledore, pet snake named tom, lol, cuz harry has a great sense of humor

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[sometimesrufus]

Here there be angst, mpreg and miscarriage. Also what have I done. XD

Rufus waited for the doctor to finish her explanation in its entirety, mind racing, before he spoke.

“May I see him now?” was the only question he asked.

“Of course. Right this way.”

The doctor led him through an automatic door and down a clean hallway, but Rufus couldn’t be bothered to pay much attention to their surroundings. Not when his mind was whirling.

Pregnant. Reno was... had been... pregnant. With his child. Their child.

He didn’t know how to feel about that.

While growing extra organs, even ones for the opposite sex, were not an unheard of side effect of mako injections, the doctor explained, male pregnancy was exceedingly rare. She had only heard of two other cases in the 20 or so years of documented ‘research,’ and neither of them had made it past the embryonic period. Reno’s ‘case,’ as the doctor clinically put it, made number 3.

Reno - and Rufus - had just had his whole world turned upside down, and they were a fucking statistic.

What the fuck was he supposed to do? He hadn’t seriously considered kids past his early 20′s. He especially hadn’t worried about it after taking Reno as a lover. How many times had they had sex not knowing this was a possibility?

A surge of anger burned through his veins. This was a known side effect and yet not one report he’d read had made any mention of it. Rufus wanted to have the head of whatever dipshit explained the risks to Reno...

Reno.

His anger vanished as quickly as it had appeared, just in time for the doctor to pause by a door, digital display already marked with his lover’s name. The doctor knocked in warning before opening the door.

“Mr. ShinRa is here to see you. I’ll give you both some time, but we’ll need to begin preparations for surgery shortly.” With that, she closed the door softly and left Rufus alone with Reno.

For a moment, Rufus just observed his partner. He looked small and as lost as he felt, dirty and bundled in a blanket like that. Quietly, he moved to Reno’s bedside and sat next to him. Entirely bereft of words, Rufus wrapped a secure arm around him, uncaring of what doing so would leave on his coat. He sat there in silence, a rock of support that was there when and if Reno wanted to speak.

Rufus could only imagine what he was going through, but he wanted him to know it didn’t change how he felt about him. He would be there until he was told he wasn’t welcome anymore.

"I have an icon for that!" So... it turns out Rufus DID impregnate you.

TW: mpreg and miscarriage

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[lifesteal-headcanons]

i’m visiting my grammy this summer should i explain what mpreg is to her yes or no? mod nix gets no say in this

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