i really love when ppl write bruce being a big producer when it comes to breast milk. like ofc he would be and yk he’ll make sure his babies are fed and never hungry. all his babies would be soo chubby and milk drunk. the funny thing is bruce would probably still think they’re too skinny n he’s not feeding them enough LOLLL
Dick makes the tiniest sound and Bruce is already there, tit out and ready to feed him.
He's a first time mom, he's not sure if he's doing everything correctly, so of course he worries if he feeds his baby enough.
Clark thinks it'll pass with time and Bruce will calm down by the second baby.
But no, Bruce is still feeding his babies until they can't fit any more milk inside their little tummies. It happened with every other baby after Dick.
He can't help that he worries and that he loves seeing his babies well fed and happy. And how cute their pudgy tummies are.
Bruce loves playing with them - poking and blowing raspberries, and his babies always laugh so cutely.
Clark stopped trying to get him to slow down with the feeding after Jason was born. It was no use.
And he had to agree with Bruce, their babies look so cute all chubby.
Pissy-ass man who keeps getting promissed to "Knock you up again if you keep acting up" which makes him go off the rails even more, which always leads to him getting actually knocked up again.
With how mamy times it already happened, one might start to question whether he's into it?
would love to just be someone’s barefoot pregnant househusband tbh. keep me waddling under the weight of your babies in me, knocked up all the time and too big to do anything about how horny i am.
the scene at the end of chapter 17. world's weirdest marriage continues
actually i'm just gonna paste the scene here teehee
It was new for Urien, this experience, the collapse of mutual exhaustion. They sank into each other in a way they never had before, their need for rest overriding the borders between them, each limb and head finding its perch on the other’s crisscrossed body. They sat in silence for a while, and Urien relished in it.
There were plenty of things he could say. He was good as saying things, after eighteen years of practice in the fine art of conversation, but somehow Ruta made all of it seem sort of pointless. It was like trying to dance with someone with no sense of rhythm. But, he realized, he didn’t particularly want him to have rhythm. Maybe he wanted the silence sometimes.
In lieu of speech, Urien tilted slightly, just enough to press a shoulder against Ruta’s, and Ruta somehow understood the invitation. He curled up around Urien, knees tucked and head on his chest, cradled around his bump.
“Have you felt it move?” Ruta asked, sleepiness coloring her voice after the long quiet.
“No,” Urien lied. Half lied. He’d felt little twinges, flashes of foreign sensation. But it didn’t feel like movement. It didn’t feel nearly as horrifying as the prospect of a living thing moving inside him sounded, and he had been dutifully ignoring each instance, anyway.
Ruta traced a short line across the fabric on Urien’s middle, then stopped, tiredness overtaking him, and simply moved a finger a millimeter back and forth, a ghost of a caress, and Urien had a very sudden and sharp revelation.
“Ruta,” he said, “tell me, are you in love with me?”
Her breath hitched for a second. “...I don’t know,” she said. “I don’t know what that means.”
“Is that true?” Urien asked. There was no malice in it, no sense of interrogation. Ruta took a long while.
“I don’t think I have that part of me,” he said, soft and even. “I think it’s missing.” A beat. Then, quieter. “But I do love you.”
“I’ve been thinking,” Urien said, ignoring the little flash inside him, “that I didn’t—I never—hell, I really never thought I’d admit this. I didn’t want to do this.” Somehow, saying this out loud, this statement as obvious as the sun in the sky, made him feel sliced open, laid more bare than he’d felt even in the middle of his crying, screaming rages. “I didn’t ever want this. I don’t want it now. I don’t want to be married. I don’t want to have a baby. I don’t want to be pregnant. I certainly didn’t want it now, but, I don’t—I never would want any of this, not ever, not with anyone on earth but, god, I’m very glad, Ruta, that if I have to do it, I’m doing it with you.”
He took a breath. Ruta said nothing, but curled closer, tighter, like a shell around their baby, growing gently in his womb. For a moment, Urien thought she’d fallen asleep like that, until he felt a sudden damp on his chest, and he saw that she was crying.
He stroked her long hair, dirty and wind-tangled as it was. He wouldn’t have, a month ago, but why? Hadn’t he always been the type to stroke a crying friend’s hair? Ruta shook, gently, under his hand, trying to squeeze away the tears.
“I love them so much,” he said, barely audible, voice too quiet not to crack with the tears. “I already love them so much.”
And Urien was thankful, then, for the weariness seeped through his bones, guiding him gently into the dark like a fire covered, because for once, for once, the great sharp pang those words stirred in his heart failed to ignite, and he tucked his chin against his friend’s temple, and closed his eyes, and let himself feel nothing but soft, quiet warmth.
One of my favourite pregnancy tropes is how a guy's figure changes due to pregnancy.
Like, imagine a slender guy who suddenly starts getting some belly. Due to his naturally alim body it's already ever since very beginning it's noticeable, and with time, it only gets worse. I trully adore the contrast of a big, round and heavy belly attached to a body barely capable of carrying it.
On the other spectrum, that perfectly bodied beefcake, who spent his whole life training every inch of his body. But now that someone, or something, knocked him up, he has to witness as the abs he has adored so much fade day by day, giving way to accomodate his growing womb.
Tumblr was kinda acting up earlier so to answer questions- Narcís was already pregnant by either one of two baby daddies, the pack’s Priest or the Ductus. (Oopsies.) I just felt he deserved a boyfriend who would enjoy the privilege of making a pregnant guy feel good😈
Thinking about monsters lying to innocent, naive, little humans that they don’t need to use protection—there’s no chance of cross breeding—just to fuck them raw and see their tummy instantly bloat with their huge load and the surprise on their face from how good it feels. And since there’s “no risk,” the human never objects to doing it a few more times in a few more positions that reach in there so deep. Full on mating like animals while being none the wiser <3
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