CW: noncon/dubcon, kidnapping, imprisonment, chained reader, mentions of starvation/dehydration, mentions of impregnation, dacryphilia, cunnilingus, overstimulation, licking, biting, body worship, face fucking, sex against the wall, creampie.
tags: @sweetchildcloud
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He had to give credit where it was due, truly. Not many humans could evade a fae for as long as you had, but even you had limits to this evasion. He just had to find them; however, he wasn’t as patient of a fae as he should have been. The desire to have you as his was overwhelming to the point that drastic measures had to be taken. One little slip-up was all he needed, and the very second it occurred, he whisked you away to his domain.
“Darling,” he cooed, dark eyes watching as you shied away from him. Your body moved further back in the cell, and the soft clinking of the chains caused the corners of his lips to twitch as he smiled. “It doesn’t have to be this way. Things would be easier if you would simply give in.” Geto inched closer to the bars of your cell, his fingers tightly wrapping around the cold metal as he rested his forehead against it. “You’re being childish.”
You hadn’t eaten or drank anything in three days, having refused him each and every time he would bring you something—it was such a childish thing for you to do. His eyes lowered, squinting as he assessed your huddled form in the corner of your cell. Geto didn’t want things to be this way. He couldn’t understand why you resorted to such stubbornness, which only resulted in an inevitable deterioration of your body.
The fae huffed in irritation, brows creasing as his mind came to a single conclusion: be forceful. Honestly, this was the last thing he wished to resort to, but he couldn’t think of any other way to make you see reason and listen to him. With a quick tap of his forefinger against a metal bar, the door to your cell opened and he stepped inside. Your wide, teary eyes watched as he came closer to you, causing you to squish yourself against the cold, hard wall of the cell.
“You have left me no choice,” he said. Geto then snapped his fingers, causing the chains connecting you to the cell wall to quickly slide back, which lifted your body to your feet. He came closer, stopping a foot in front of you before reaching a hand out to gently caress your cheek. He thumbed a tear away, tutting softly before letting out a small sigh. “You’ll see reason soon enough.”
Disgust bubbled in your stomach as his hand drifted from your face and down to your thigh. His other hand followed suit, and you squirmed as his fingers wrapped around the flesh beneath your tattered dress before forcing your legs apart. Geto hummed softly, his smile broadening as he lowered himself to his knees.
“So beautiful,” he whispered. His thumbs rubbed gentle circles against the skin along your inner thighs before cupping the plump flesh and lifting your lower half up. It was just enough for him to roll his shoulders underneath your legs, situating them over his shoulders perfectly—though he still kept his hands cupped beneath your thighs. Geto’s lips kissed along the skin, trailing his movements further up to your awaiting cunt. “So beautiful, and all mine.” His nipped at your flesh, causing you to cry out before attempting to wriggle away from him.
The fae tutted softly, shaking his head a little before tightening his grip on your thighs. You should know better than to refuse—not that you could if you tried. “Please,’ you begged. His eyes flitted up to your tear-filled expression. The way you cried and pleaded for him to stop brought forth a low rumble in his throat, as well as causing his cock to chub at the sight of more of your tears. You were so beautiful like this. Teary-eyed and pleading; a real sniffling mess as you attempted to wriggle away once more, but to no avail. “Please don’t—.”
Your words died midsentence upon feeling his tongue lick a thick stripe along your folds, the tip curling slightly to catch your clit at the right angle. His ears rang with cries that spewed from your pretty lips, only to be ignored as he continued lapping at your cunt. The fae’s fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs to quell the constant squirming of yours as you tried pulling your hips back. Geto’s nose soon brushed against your bundle of nerves the further he pressed his face against your pussy, earning a shrill cry as you tossed your head back against the cell wall.
He couldn’t hold back anymore. The soft slurps rang in your ears, and the fact that your body was so eager to wet itself with arousal as he pleased you felt so wrong. You didn’t want this, you never wanted this. But it felt good. No longer could your mind hold the disgust for what he was doing to you; that feeling now fading as a sick and twisted need for him to continue festered in its place.
The second your hips began to grind against him, he knew. You were giving in, and he groaned softly as his cock twitched beneath the fabric of his pants. It ached to be free, to be deep inside of you, but not yet. Geto still needed you to give in entirely, and there was only one way to get that. His pace increased as his tongue delved past your folds, lapping up the slick that now coated his lips and chin as he feasted on you like a starved beast.
His nails dug into your flesh the more you fucked yourself against his face, now whining and moaning for more. You needed more, wanted it, craved it, and he delivered. The fae held your lower half up as your body shook upon releasing a sudden, sharp cry. His dark eyes watched as your back arched while your senses flooded with pure ecstasy. “Pretty girl,” he chuckled. Geto flicked his tongue along your puffy clit, relishing in the whiny moan that slipped out from you. “I’m still not finished eating.”
He lapped at your sensitive, slick cunt again, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you until he finally felt satisfied. The fae’s tongue licked along his lips after he pulled his face back, relishing in the sweetness of your multiple releases. Your body still twitched from the effects of him overstimulating you, which made you perfectly pliant for him as he stood to his feet and pressed his chest against yours. Geto kept you balanced between him and the wall, with an arm around your waist while a free hand worked to release himself from the confines of his pants.
His cock sprang free—the tip angry and weeping arousal—and he slowly rubbed the thick head against your folds before easing himself inside. You whined at the stretch, body tensing from the sudden burn that ached the more he disappeared inside of you. The fae’s arm around your waist tightened as his hand moved to grip your hip, and his face buried itself in the crook of your neck. Your scent wafted through his nostrils, causing his dick to twitch inside of you, and Geto gave you a small moment of adjustment before pulling his hips back and slamming himself into you.
The pace was relentless, with little to no room for gentleness as he fucked you. Gods, you were so tight and warm, with walls that sucked him back in with ease—so heavenly to him, this feeling. His arm soon unwound from around your waist, and both of his hands firmly pressed against the cell wall. Your tears were long gone by now, with eyes rolled back as you babbled nonsense in his ear, to which he let out a breathy chuckle at.
You were adorable. His little human, getting herself fucked by a fae she thought she could evade. The thought of his little tricks almost not working on you days ago didn’t sit well with him, and he now desired to make you his in more ways than one. Fucking you just didn’t seem to be enough for him. Geto could impregnate you, force the swell of your belly with his seed. Then you would be his forever.
Such an idea spurred him on, his body squishing you against the wall as his cock bullied your sopping cunt. “Take it, take it, darling,” he panted. Those words spilled from his lips like a mantra, a heavenly chant that would ensure your bond to him for life. Gods, it was enough for him to finally come undone. With a low growl rumbling in his throat, Geto fucked into you one last time, spilling into you and painting your walls in thick, creamy cum.
His thrusts had slowed, gentling out as he kissed along the side of your neck. You were too fucked out to comprehend what had even happened. Too overstimulated from orgasms prior to realize the fate he resigned you to. Geto was a fae that had always gotten what his heart desired, no matter how sick and twisted it was.
If impregnating you kept you bound to him, then so be it. Simply another little trick that had to be done.
John has grown obsessive over Madelyn's IVF process. He decides to show her that doing it the "natural" way is more efficient.
Female Reader, not entirely canon, perspective changes. Dark content
Warning: 18+, Mature content, Homelander, obsession, dry humping, vaginal sex, discomfort, breeding, dubcon, noncon, praise kink, rough sex, manipulation, sexual coercion, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming, forced impregnation. (I am very bad at warnings)
As of late it has become tense whenever coming home. For the past few months Homelander has been seeing someone. A true beauty, stunning, and even camera ready at the worst. A real good pick from Homelander, who was briefly praised when he came to Madelyn Stillwell, making sure you were ideal.
Though since the first introductions with Stillwell, it felt he was constantly being more aware as he visits your home. Moments when you would catch him examining your office that allowed you to work at home. Then he would be inspecting your supply of pads and tampons from time to time. At first you thought it was due to the fact you asked him to get you a box when you accidentally ran out. That may be he is being considerate, but then you saw him holding a shirt of yours giving it a good inhale. Something was off, but you couldn't put your finger on it.
It wasn't till you got home, after grocery shopping, that you noticed that your home was scattered with candles and flowers lining the way to your dining room table. The faint soft music playing in the background as you slowly make your way along the path. Your arms are full of bags as you turn the corner to enter your dining room. There John stood with his hands clasped behind his back and a big smile pulling on his lips. His hair is a little ruffled just the way you like it and his cape off his shoulders over the back of a chair. The table was decorated with candles and two plates with still steaming food. You couldn't tell if it was from him warming it up or if it was fresh.
"John, what is this?" You spoke softly and confused as you swear it was nowhere near anything special. You would know since you practically had all his achievements and events written in your calendar.
"Oh this...well let's just say that I wanted to treat you. We have both been busy and I know work is stressful." He approaches slowly and gently touches both of your arms before sliding his hands down to pull the bags from your arms. "So sit, and we can take care of these later."
His touch and words made you relax so easily. "Alright." You said bashfully as you gave up the groceries and took a seat at the table. All the while John carried the groceries into the kitchen and even brought back some champagne.
It has been exactly three weeks since the last time he smelt the soft copper scent of his love's blood. The mix of creamy berries with the tang of metals driving him wild. He knew that no matter what time of the month it was, you smelt like heaven. Though there were a few days he could smell something so sweet that he would attach himself to you. The cream berry sent you always wear had something else, a honey or tea undertone. It has been driving him crazy.
Then he smelt something similar with Madelyn. The damn IVF she so adamantly praised to hell and back. There was that scent of sweetness, different from yours but still alluring. Upon asking about it, she did not admit to anything, but he found his answer. Documents of her body's output of eggs, ovulation time and when she is most likely to get pregnant. It made sense since he always thought it was just a perfume or something that she ate randomly. It never crossed his mind till he found himself the right person to be with.
Even if he had an underlying truth that he won't admit aloud. How he desired to be really with Madelyn from the beginning. His own feelings are drowned by the blunt statements of him not having her. Madelyn's avoidance and consistency of keeping him at arms length.
Despite that secret, he was in love. Deeply. Wholeheartedly in love with you. His cold sky eyes are soft when they look at you, but always have that faint longing for another. John was able to give you his love and that was all that mattered. Till the more mentions of IVF kept popping up. Leaving him frustrated, aggravated, explosive. He had to contain himself somehow.
His solution was to prove it to be wrong. To prove to Madelyn that having sex at the right time is better. Rub it in her face and make her admit that she was wrong and that she was wrong for denying him.
So he began making his own documents on you. Writing down your cycles, what your schedule is and how easy it is to get time off, the benefits of having a child would be for you, your scents on each day till he had an accurate idea. The patience this man had as he watched and waited for the right time. Setting up the perfect opportunity till it was ready. His master plans to prove Madelyn wrong and to have something he could yell from the top of the tower.
Here you were, with him, eating the dinner he ordered and the sweet smell of yours. The tea with creamy berries makes his head spin as he leans closer to you. His smile exposing his sharp canines as you rambled about something he didn't care to listen to. He only cared about leasing this plan step by step.
"And so we don't really know. It just is a theory that was made based off the statistics gathered by a few random people -" You were cut off as John had leaned in to kiss you.
You had been so caught up in rambling his ear off that you didn't even notice he had gotten closer. Your eyes fell shut as he practically silenced you with his tongue. His lips take the lead as he locks your lips with his. John's tongue sliding along your tongue as you felt your chair before being pulled to his. His leg between yours as he makes his intentions clear. His leather gloves moving to wrap around your waist and pull you onto his leg. His hands force you down against his thigh. The grind makes your breath come in sharply as you whimper against his lips. The desperate sound makes him guide your hips to roll and buck against his thigh. The steady heat starts to drip through your panties and pants to his suit with each roll. Bubbles of pleasure pushing up your throat as faint sounds left you.
It only stops when you finally part from his lips to breathe. How he would let you have that bit of control. Even as his eyes seemed to flicker between eager to frustration. His head falling to let his lips and teeth nip at your skin. His teeth being gentle, soft as he started along your pulse before reaching your ear. His teeth roughly taking your ear lobe before licking along to the helix. Shivers running down your back as he chuckles from the small trembles.
"J-John, I know you are wanting to continue, but we should put the groceries away." You were able to get out. It has been a while since he has touched you. So feeling his touch was already exhilarating your body.
"Shhhh, they don't need to yet." He draws kisses down your ear and neck. One leather hand sliding up to hold your jaw and tilt your head to the side. His lips cover your neck with wet kisses. Then that faint sharp pinch against your skin. He was laying claim with hickeys.
"John, please. I need to take care of them first." You say as you tried to pull away, but his hold did not falter. His figure tips only apply more pressure as you tried.
"They are fine." His tone shifts to a stern command.
Your thighs squeeze around his as he waits for another protest from you. Instead you just stop resisting in his hold.
"That'd girl~"
John's hold on your jaw slides away as he grabs your chin to turn your lips to his. This time he wasn't so abrasive in taking your voice away. His lips are still passionate, but only allowing his tongue to dance pass your lips when you parted them. Accepting him back in as his hand on your hip leads you again in a steady rhythm. Your eyes are closed as you focus on the pleasure he blesses you with. The building of the heat and the excitement. Your heart speeding up with the pace your hips moved. His hand leaving your chin to slip under your shirt and pushing your bra over your breasts.
Feeling the weight drop, he pulls from the kiss to lift your shirt up and over your head as your hips move on their own. John then takes your left breast first, wrapping his lips around the nipple to suck heavily. Another whine leaving you as it was too much on the small bud. He relinquishes it to do the same to the right. Only stopping the suction to roll it between his teeth. Your head goes back as you find your hips squirming now instead of rubbing. He happily helps again by squeezing your hips in his leather gloves. Your breath heavily and mixing with the whines of almost painful pleasure.
You couldn't last with his mouth still on your breasts as he leaves hickeys along the soft skin. You started to lean back away from him, but he only follows.
"John, it is too much." You speak with a discomfort whimper.
He lets go of the beast he was attacking. He then looks up at you for a moment. You could tell in those eyes there was a storm. You didn't know if you messed up or he was just restraining himself.
What came answered your thoughts. He lifts you and stands up. He leans to swiping everything off the table with a clatter. He then lays you on your back. He removes the wet stained pants from you. Leaving your panties as a visual reward. You could feel how wet they were from the small stick they had to the pants. His eyes are eating you alive as he removes his gloves. The slow pluck of each finger before the heavy material was set on the chair behind him. His hands slide up as he leans down to take a deep inhale of you. Your skin is riddled with goosebumps as he pulls the wet fabric down and off your ankles. His head slowly backing to your knees where he started kisses.
Soft like petals before the nips of his teeth began. Only growing closer to the warmth and wet of your excitement. His teeth are starting to dig into your flesh, but not enough to draw blood. The pain makes your thighs try to close, but he keeps them open with a hand as he parts your lovely lips to finally take a taste of that sweet nectar. His tongue dragging from just above your entrance to your clit. Sending shocks of pleasure into your hips. Your voice escaping you as he wraps his tongue around the bud that aches from the humping earlier. It was like he put ice against a burning part of flesh. Your hips buck as he pressed you down against the table. His strength is frightening, but it only exceeds the excitement you have.
Another moan climbs from your lips as he focuses on your clit. His tongue plays with flicks and long strokes before circling. His pace is steady and only growing when you would push up against him. The building of stimulation was getting to that point of discomfort again. You tried to push against his head, but it took until you squeaked out.
"Too much."
His eyes flash up at you as you look at him with a desperate please. He gave one last flick before moving his tongue down to take one quick taste of your pooling fluids. He hums against you as your breath shakes from the different feeling.
He pulls away and guides your body to the very edge of the table. Making the small puddle from under you to smear along the table top. John was already unclasping his belt and shuffling his pants and red briefs down. You began to sit up as he held his cock. The rippling pulses that made his veins darken and the subtle drip of precum falling along his length.
"Wait, a condom. I haven't taken any pills or anything since we haven't done anything." You admit as he paused looking down at you.
"Oh, I don't have any." He said with a small smirk as he put the tip at your entrance.
You try to push him back to stop him. "I could get pregnant. You can't John."
John stops as he really thinks about it. He then leans down to you and kisses your lips. You feel a bit reassured since he wouldn't force himself on you when you make a good reason to him. You were mistaken as while he kissed you he thrusts right into you. You pull back gasping as he was quick about it.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure to pull out angel." He said husky as he began with a fast pace.
One hand on your hip, the other at your side as you fell back on the table. His hips are moving quickly. You could feel every vein and excited pulse of his cock. Your mind is worrying, but the pleasure takes up space as he makes sure to thrust in deep with his pace. The friction of his heat inside you caused your walls to tighten. Your slicken insides making him grunt and groan.
"Fuck, you are perfect." His breath carries out with a beg, a primal desire.
You couldn't help yourself as you wrapped your arms around him. Embracing him as he submits to the pleasure. Your body pulsating as his length plunges into your soft depths. Your mind counts each roll, each slap, each touch that grips you. Your senses filled with everything all at once. The scent of sweat and sex. His grunts and the creaking of the table. His hand held you while the other moved to cup the back of your neck. The drying of your mouth as your voice couldn't stop. It was all so much.
A snap. Inside your body you had coiled up until finally he snapped it. The sweet numbing release of your climax pouring out of you. Your eyes screwed shut, your head pushing back against the table and your hips spasming. Your voice roaring out in ecstasy and your legs trembling as they stretched out in need to release the energy.
Then you felt it. Something warm and thick. Stream after stream of thick heat coating your inside. Your eyes are opening to dart around. Your brows furrowing as you connect the dots. John slump over you while pressed into you as deep as he possibly could. Fear creeped into your stomach before you felt cold. Your breath was cut short from the realization. Your mind already screaming at your body to move, to pull away. Though you were frozen and in shock as your jaw hangs.
John's head lifted to look at you with a faint smile as though he just achieved something. Your eyes wide and full of fear. He saw them and his enjoyment turned sour.
"What?" He asks slightly out of breath.
"You came inside...you said you wouldn't." Your voice horse and quivering.
"Well just means we'll clean you and make sure-"
"Pull out."
Your tone was dark and stern. John froze as he didn't understand what you just said. "What?"
"Pull out!" You say now raising your voice in a panic.
John was stunned. Normally he can smooth things over with you easily. He could kiss you or explain to him and you would calm down, but already you were in full panic. You pushed with your whole human body. He did not move an inch, but he could feel how much tension was in your muscles as you tried to get him off of you. The scent of sex and finishing were becoming muddled by the scent of fear. The one heat beat that thumbed to his movements was now jumping from fear. Your sweet voice, now a sore ache in his ears. He needed this to stop. He needed you to be happy about his choice.
John pulled out, but was swift to flip you over and have your hips hanging off the table. A sight that made his softening member straight back up. His mind turned as he started to tune out the protests and cries of your voice. His decision to sink his cock back in had him groaning. His mind is completely sinking into the plan. His plan.
Even among the scent of fear he found that sweetness. That nectar he has been wanting for a while now. His nose takes only that scent. His ears now pick up in the squelching of his thrusts into you. A dirty sound for such a filthy action. His hands keeping your hips in place now feeling the texture of your hair and the dip of your back. Letting the feeling mix with the radiating heat coming from you. His eyes stay locked at the connection of him to you. Watching as his length slides out covered in a glaze of cum. The deep color of your inner puffing as his cock rubs against your womanhood. His balls faintly pat against you before his own thigh as he twists his hips to hit along your walls. The hard collision of soft muscles that roughly bumped along his shaft as he pushed along. It was delicious.
John was in his own space now. Holding only the good about this. The thought of you smiling as your stomach grows round. The weeks of constant worrying about the nursery. The sight of his son being born and getting to hold the small precious being he created. Then presenting to Madelyn that his own son was healthy and was easy to conceive thanks to him. How he could give her one as well, if she would just spend more time with him.
John had only been thinking of the joy he would receive from all this. His body moving naturally as he kept you against the table. Even hearing it starting to snap made him lift you up. Balls deep inside of you as he wraps his arms around you. One hand over your eyes while the other around your stomach. He presses your stomach feeling him move and push your inners around. What a delight you must be to be feeling him so entirely deep with you.
Then he came again, changing positions in the space of your home. Making you stand, lifting you with one hand, having you face him, having you bent over the couch, sending you flying into your bed, capturing you on your side to fill you once again. He was not stopping. His breath is shallow, though he still kept the pace of a horse race. Quick, but never ending.
All he could think about was how good this was. How he was blessing you with not only mind blowing sex, but the gift of creation. The gift to be with him forever. He was so proud, so loving. Your words are only being hushed with barely audible reassurances and broken promises.
John was so stuck in his mind that he didn't even realize you had passed out by the ninth time he came in the bedroom. His balls aching with the cooling of mixed fluids. He cock still halfway in as he turns to lay on his side. He slides the full thing back in as he wraps his arms around you from behind. His senses came back from the high he kept riding. He saw the hickeys and then the bruising scattered along your flesh. He didn't realize how rough he was being with you. Even seeing your thighs and butt bright red from the amount of friction, brought him shock.
He had completely lost track of time. Living in a fantasy he created and was intending to keep. John sighs softly against your shoulder as he lays his face in the crook of your neck. His member twitching from the stimulation of your walls contracting and the cum being pushed out from the sides. His cock warm and limp inside as he rested. He kisses your skin softly. Watching the goosebumps and small flinches occurred with each touch of his lips.
"I promise you'll be happy." He whispers into your neck.
The deep urge slowly rises back up. His hips begin an agonizing pace as he thrusts shortly inside of you. He was not entirely done for the night, but he was going to make sure that you were full. No way he was letting you go without at least multiple chances to have a baby.
Yandere Medic x fem reader (who is pregnant with his child) hcs pretty please???
What a fun request! What I made is a bit short, but I still found it entertaining. Enjoy!
fem! pregnant! Reader x yandere! Medic Headcanons
[CW: pregnancy fetish, medical fetish, obsessive behaviour, medical themes, surgery, brief implied dubcon impregnation, manipulation, nsfw themes]
If you were on any birth control, Medic would either secretly prescribe you sugar pills instead or remove it from your body, disguising it as a different surgery. He knows what he wants, and he knows how to get it. He keeps you so close to him, as the object of his affections, so there is no one to deter you from listening to his every word. 'What better way to show love than to experiment,' he always thinks.
Soon enough, whether by implanted organ or your own anatomy, you're pregnant! Medic is overjoyed to an odd degree. He's had a deep fascination with pregnancy for most of his medical career, doing things from implanting animal wombs into humans to trying to make himself capable of carrying. He doesn't need to now, though, his darling beat him to it!
He's never one to be careful with the people around him, but he starts downright fretting over you, making up medical reasons you should stay inside in bed. So matter-of-fact in his delivery that you do as he says every time. In reality, he's fascinated by monitoring your condition down to the change in your body's smell as you grow life. He starts measuring your waist and stomach every day, taking down useless notes of the nearly nonexistent changes.
Medic becomes overtly grabby and gropey as you start to show. He gives you massages and pampers you to no end, obsessively talking about the baby inside you, detailing to you the exact stages of growth of a foetus like he's rattling it off from memory. It feels almost invasive, how deeply he looks in your eyes, grinning while describing in graphic detail the inner-workings of your own body.
And that was before he actually became invasive. He tells you he wants to do multiple ultrasounds a month, and you tell him that doesn't sound right, but he dismisses your concerns. "I'm just so... worried over you, Reader! Ich brauche dich sehr Gesund," he claims, even as his hand swoops around your widening body to rub your baby bump.
Medic was always obsessive over you, but you're starting to feel like that obsession has become more about your body. As an object of fetish, as a perverse desire to create life that doesn't spawn from some secret paternal instincts like you had hoped. Acting as if he were some sort of Dr. Frankenstein despite barely any experimentation being involved. He's begun demanding you stay naked around the house, followed by thin, poorly covered medical explanations that makes no sense even to your untrained ears. But you comply, still trying to convince yourself he just... really wants to be a dad.
He uses a camera to film one of your examinations as you begin to near your due date. He's practically salivating the entire exam, fingers lingering on your body. "You have gotten so much bigger than I was expecting!" he laughs, tracing a finger over your new stretch marks. "Your body... it will nie be the same, Reader." He looks up at you, on the exam table, over his glasses. You can just barely detect that he's panting. "Changed, forever. By making life! Is it nicht incredible?!" You try to smile for him in hopes he moves on. He watches the film during 'private time' later on.
Medic would insist on doing a c-section on you, 'just to make sure everything goes right.' He desperately craves to cut into your body and remove his new lifeform with his own hands. Your blood and fluids all over him... the idea of it makes him have to leave the room every time.
Medic becomes practically doting as the time nears, cooking you comfort foods and fetching anything you need. The hope for him to be paternal seems more likely over that final few weeks. You rub your own stomach with less worry now, watching him seem to enjoy the act of caretaking for once. He tells you how excited he is while you share an apple cake, talking between mouthfuls about how his parents once made him this, so the baby will have a taste for it too. You feel comfortable, in spite of how odd he's become during your pregnancy. He kisses all over your stomach, and the bizarre softness coming from him makes your chuckle.
Any softness has disappeared the day of your planned delivery. He is cold and medical the entire time you're in his clinic. Well, aside from the gleam in his eyes and the excited quivering of his hands. He doesn't give you any drugs, insisting it's bad for the baby. You can tell your screaming makes him feel incredible. Both of you, panting, sweating, one laughing, one crying. It's excruciating, but thanks to the adrenaline, it feels like only an everlasting moment before the baby is there, on your chest.
Medic sews you shut, cleans the blood, and swaddles the new life in your arms. He removes his medical clothing in an instant, switching gears into a semi-typical loving husband. He's immediately going on and on about baby clothes and toys, about child development, and what the new life will be like. You lose yourself to his words as you drift to sleep, exhausted. And Medic, staring down at his little abomination, is just excited to do it all over again.
Do you think Dean pretends he knocks Sam up every time he comes inside him ❤️
visions of baby trapping his little brother is all that keeps this man going <3
dean would be soo filthy about it too, all "you want my babies sammy? want a little baby in you? all mine? gonna make you all fat and pretty with my pups, baby. you want that?"
and sam would sometimes lean into it, begging his brother to not come inside and make him pregnant. dean promises him he wouldn't but then he holds him down and spills all inside him and kisses sam so sweet, rubbing his belly as he's sobbing
An Angel: [appears in my bedroom, engulfed in flames] You have been chosen by the Lord to carry his seed. Glory on the highest!
Me: No thanks, I'm childfree and I'm really not into the domineering daddy types anyway. You though, with the fire and the many eyes [waggling eyebrows] what're you doing later?
Angel: [blushing] Oh my ... I am free today. But I've never done anything like this before...
Me: [calmly scalding my hand while caressing their still fiery face] Be Not Afraid
