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imaginethezeldaverse · 8 months

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Ahhh I love your work! Every work of yours I’ve read has been absolutely amazing, you write so beautifully. I was wondering if I could maybe request a Revali x reader headcanons of Rito mating season or heat/rut? Have a wonderful day/night as well!

Hmmm okay, I think I can give you a few off the top of my head, sure! Since we're talking about a mating season, I'm going to write reader a female/afab/child-bearing capable perspective, if that's okay. There's a headcanon I have that will involve that aspect (so trigger warning for that too btw - I'll add it in in the tags but just an fyi!) I also added a little mini fic in there for funsies lol enjoy!

It's overwhelming for him. Being with you is the first time his heat has ever truly affected him before, so the experience engulfs the poor Rito man. It's a new experience for you both.

He's scared he'll hurt you - like...actually scared. For as headstrong as he can be and how well he carries himself, he very much is still a hero - and that means no harm comes to people that don't deserve it. Especially you - who he loves so dearly and would give his ability to fly if it came down to it.

His instincts are so strong he almost can't control them this time. There's a sensation in him that needs to breed you - take you over and over until he knows he's successfully put a child in you.

Should you decide to help him, he's definitely not going to be gentle. You'll likely sustain some scratches, rug burn, and a few hickies here from his love bites. He's giving in to inhibition here, running with something more primal and animalistic than either of you are used to. But if that scares you - please heed his warning and leave! He absolutely would not hold it against you.

Afterwards, he's very cuddly and it's then you'll realize that he's made a makeshift nest out of a bunch of soft things he owned: garments, shed feathers, even all of his scarves that he's owned through the years. He'll hold you to his chest (and his heart is beating FAST), his chirps and trills are quiet but against your body you hear him clear as day. It takes a few minutes for him to slip back into a less animal-like frame of mind, so forgive him if he doesn't answer any questions or respond to you coherently right away.

Normally Revali had never had an issue with mating season before recent - without a mate to call his own, the ruts were never something he couldn't handle. However, after falling for you, the creation of an unbreakable bond of love and trust changes things inside him. His Rito DNA senses the deep affection he holds for you and ultimately alters his internal biology to reflect as such. So when mating season comes around, you're both blissfully unaware at first. Until you walk into his hut and find him doubled over. The scent of you hits him right away, and in a very rough, shaky voice he begs you not to come any closer. But you can clearly see that he's sweating profusely, feathers fluffed and tousled. He's disheveled and groaning in what sounds like pain so immediately you're thinking he's injured...or worse.

When you try to approach him again he raises his voice to leave him alone. "Please!" he begs - and the red alarms in your head are blaring because he is not one to beg for anything - "I need you...t-to leave..." his head hangs and his chest heaves as he tries to keep a semblance of his decency intact, "I c-c-can't...pro...tect you..." You look at him confused, protect you from what? There's currently no danger! Scanning the room, you still don't understand. But then you remember, from a book you'd read a while ago that Princess Zelda has lent to you (just so you could understand Rito culture a bit better) - spring always meant mating season. Your eyes connect with the foliage that peeks just outside of Revali's window - an elder tree in full bloom. So Revali was-- "Let me help you," you offer, realizing now why he seemed so pained. You didn't think about the decision, didn't think about the repercussions - all you wanted was for him to no longer be in distress. The black pupils of this emerald eyes withered to slits. His breathing picks up, a few short huffs away from a hyperventilation. With the last shred of coherent thought he could must, he exhaled out, "I'll...hurt...you..."

Perhaps it was your bravery, or maybe your caring, stubborn heart that would shrug off your coat, laying it on the ground before him. Revali watches you through his exasperated panting, the erection in his lower garments straining terribly, though he's trying to hide it. The groan he lets out sends a chill down your own spine when you move to gently cup his beak in your hands. As soon as you understood what was happening, you knew the risk of staying there. "I don't care, Revali...I know what you need..." his feather take on a more purple shade as he flushes, "...And I want to help you."

You barely have time to undo the bodice portion of your dress when your hands release his face and you turn to undress, because he almost immediately pins you down. His rush on your body has you landing a little awkwardly on your chest and stomach, but it's soothed by the sensation of long, soft fingered-feathers caressing your sensitive skin. The Rito's beak pecks everywhere he can reach, even plucking at your sleeves to release more of your skin from your dress. You feel his taloned foot wrap around your ankle, not necessarily doing anything to you other than anchoring you beneath him. His winged digits pinch your nipples to stiffness: the combination of those pulses of electricity and the very obvious hardness poking at your backside have you gasping already.

His rut makes him impatient; you know this as you already feel fingers circling your entrance, half to rile you up further, half to make sure you're ready. But again - Revali is impatient, and so up goes your dress, over your hips. There's brief shuffling behind you and then just as you brace your hand around what would essentially be his wrist, Revali is already spreading your legs and sliding between them. The pressure of him inside of you has you keening, and you're thankful for the little bit of foreplay you were given, making you just wet enough to accommodate him. The wing that toyed with your chest was now crowding around your neck, pulling your body upright and flush against his chest as he took you.

Revali is far less than gentle, the rough huffs and deep chitters falling over your skin as he held you still: one wing wound very loosely around your neck, the other gripping your thigh for purchase. His beak nibbled at whatever flesh he could reach. "Re...valiiiiii" you whined out, breath hitching mid thrust. But he could not hear you, his mind so incensed with fucking you to fullness, more avian than anything else as he slammed his hips into you. Yes, he would bed you multiple times that evening, and in multiple positions no less, spilling his seed so deep inside you, even he wasn't able to get you pregnant - he was surely going to take you like he planned on it.

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After all is said and done, you eventually wake upon a bed of soft clothes and feathers. As you look down you realize it's shaped meticulously, as though it was made to have a form. It was then you realize his need to mate had him go through all of the motions: including building a nest for his mate. You look up at your Rito Champion, the tufts of his feathers much more relaxed than earlier as he rests. Your fingers gently stroke his beak, and the pleased chirp he lets out warms your heart. His wings wrap around your frame a little tighter; your hands waft through the down of his chest. You've no idea if this means you'll actually conceive or not - but you do know you don't mind in the least. You love Revali entirely, you wouldn't have offered if you didn't, and you're hoping that making love to him through his rut was proof enough. His beak finds your temple, carefully nibble and peck at the strands of your hair as if to preen you - it makes you giggle, his animal instincts still showing out in small ways as he settles down into sleep.

You'd assess any repercussions of his rougher handling when you awoke later, right now it just felt good to be in his arms like this.

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 16 days

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TW: Yandere; Implied Kidnapping; Forced Breeding Kink.

You know how in the punishments scenes, the yandere always goes "For each spank you fail to count, that's 10 more."

Now imagine a yandere with a massive breeding kink who warns you with a huge grin on his face that for each established rule of his that you break, it adds up one more baby to your tab.

You think he's all bark, no bite. That he's bluffing with you, scare you into submission.

But by the end of your first year with him, the yandere casually reminds you during dinner that you owe him 7 babies.

6 babies actually, he corrects himself.

Baby no. 1 is already on the way.

#@mrsdarkandyandere7 #yandere x reader #tw: yandere #tw: kidnap mention #tw: forced breeding #tw: forced pregnancy #tw: implied noncon #and the tab keeps getting bigger #every year he adds more 3/4 #you're can't possibly give him many kids #he knows that #but it's fun to mess with you

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spacebubblehomebase · 5 days

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Helllo i Love your art more than i love donuts and thats ALLOT.but my boy lucifer can have babys,like i dont even know how that works!make it make sense! I just wanna say thank you again for curing are boredom👍🏻

You are SO right that is high praise indeed! I'm honored! =D So here. Have a donut! 🍩🍩🍩 As for Luci, let us turn to the world's favorite 700k+ words old man fanfiction that is The Bible (tm) as according to their lore, it's been canonically stated that angels are genderless for they are beings made of the Pure Holy Spirit and- Holy SHIT! What do you know??? Our dear depressed duck dad was an angel himself and in some depictions Lilith is infertile as was her punishment for her freedom! The more you know! -Bubbly💙

(LMAO. My guy's been traumatized. Once is enough XD)

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skittlewaffle · 1 year

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Just an excited dad preparing for baby’s arrival

Just a loving father being doting and gentle on his two darlings

Just some happy dads dying over how small their kiddo is

Just two silly goobers messing around

… *sigh*

I have baby fever y’all, I’ll be completely honest ,, this was majorly self indulgent

if you were wondering, yes, I would feel like the kid is biologically theirs, made possible with sperm donors. it’s rlly deeply emotional and intimate to me personally that they made their own baby !!

however, this could 100% be portrayed as an adoption scenario as well !! It would make Sun and Moon just as happy to have a kid they can actually call theirs, no matter if through natural or legal means. It’s life-changing enough to simply be called fathers rather than just caretakers 🥺

Bonus hand size comparison for y’all 💖 (DCA’s hand could be bigger honestly haha,,)

#tw pregnancy #pregnancy tw #sundrop #moondrop #dca #y/n #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #k’s art #digital #doodles #goddddd i’m DYING OVER HEREEEE #i’m on the floor #dad sun and moon give me so much life guys it’s not even funny they’re just PERFECT for the role #they will take such wonderful care of their family #they really do mean everything to them and there isn’t a thing they wouldn’t do for their health and happiness #not only husband material but DAD MATERIAL IM 😭💖💖😭💖😭#i deadass really can’t get enough of them #imagine them caring for y/n throughout the pregnancy like HDHSGZJSNX they’re so protective always doing checkups on them #they want everything to go as smoothly as possible and they will serve you in any way they can because they can’t imagine what ur going thru #all they know is that it’s tough !!! and they want you to rest and be as comfy as possible . don’t you worry about a thing starlight #don’t you lift a finger let us take care of the house for you and babyproof it and everything #you bet the nursery will be celestial / daycare themed too lolll

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orthopoogle · 2 years

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Pro-choicers: THIS BABY WAS FOUND DEAD!!!! THIS IS ALL PRO-LIFERS’ FAULT!!!!!!

#abortion tw #miscarriage tw #(possibly)#pregnancy loss tw

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saetoru · 7 months

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surprised rb gojo and reader haven’t had a pregnancy scare since gojo always finishes inside 😞

yeah its bc i dont rly like pregnancy scare fics they're not my cup of tea

#i apparently seem to get this ask a lot #and um #i mean this in the nicest way possible #i will not ever be writing a pregnancy scare fic #AJKSHD #i like writing readers as a mom or like #perhaps while pregnant but #idk pregnancy scare fics in specific just make me crinkle my nose sorry #i dont rly see the appeal #tw pregnancy

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pichupurin · 21 days

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Was zim hormonal while pregnant with the smeets? How did they even find out about them?

I mean, how would you even TELL if someone like him was hormonal? I think he stayed pretty much the same. Aside from the occasional (and initially inexplicable) nest building in randomass places, like behind the computers, inside a hole in the sofa, any place there's a corner... I personally don't think he would act much different lol still scheming, still screaming.

As for how they found out, well, in the comic I wanted to make (and this is a rough summary), Zim was trying to get some maintenance done on the PAK but it refused to dislodge from him. In a normal state they can go without the PAK for a few minutes, but with 8 little monsters eating up resources, the PAK read its host's status as life threatening and initiated an emergency protocol which put it into a hyperstate of preservation... or something or nother, lollll so sorry this sounded so cool when I thought of it like 3 years ago :(

#ask #invader zim #smeet au #zasr #pregnancy tw #idk lmk if the pak thing makes any sense at all #i got a bit stuck on that and whether or not the consciousness between the pak and the body is a single entity or not #zim is clearly conscious without it even tho he be dyin so #but if it's not seperate how would he not know what or why the pak is doing what it does until the point he tries to remove it #it's labeled as a secondary brain but if that's where the personality and all else is stored is it literally not the main brain? lol #i guess it's a possibility that another conciousness emerges along with the body as it grows which is simply influenced by the paks data #or what even if an entirely seperate consciousness emerges which has no control over the body because of the pak??#what kinda living hell would that be??#so yeah didnt want to fuck up the narrative and it spiraled into this and i got all existential lmaoooo

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toji-girl · 25 days

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Just came across birth denial kink or something what do u think

as someone who has given birth, it is a no for me because I can't imagine denying that when it's already painful as hell but I can see the side of feeling relief afterward.

but to me giving birth to human life is a beautiful thing and it's so sacred, I can't make it sexual in any aspect, now pregnancy is way different because you're more sensitive and possibly aroused a lot more and you have all these hormones and cravings plus I think we all know what leads to pregnancy and pregnant sex is YES YES YES!

however, there seems to be a lot of posts of that on here!

#💌incoming #tw: birth #tw: pregnancy #I don't think I've ever even written a story where the reader actually goes to the hospital to give birth though #it's just when they are actually expecting #every pregnancy is different so that's why I said possibly aroused #again no kink shaming at all but it's not one of mine #because again I can't imagine denying something like that and just how painful it would be jkdbtr #I put a lot more than what I thought I was going too LMAOOO

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happybird16 · 2 years

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How do you think Levi would react to coming home to find his pregnant wife cleaning the cat liter box?

That's yuck as it is but is especially not good for pregnant women due to the risk of a parasite that can be spread associated with kitty box duty.

Levi finds you cleaning and even though you're wearing a mask and gloves like is suggested is horrified to find you doing it at all.

You tell him you know he's had a hard day and know he doesn't like to do it and are technically being safe and wanted to finish it before he came home. What's he do?!

Sorry for the late response! This ended up being about the cat way too much lol. Here’s a 2.6k-ish word drabble!

Warnings: pregnancy mention, animal feces mention, some drama, brief mention of a possible miscarriage, otherwise very sfw and Levi is very sweet!

“Do you have to watch?” The question is a bit muffled, lips brushing against the soft cloth of your mask.

Sharp green eyes only blink slowly in response, an ear flicking. The cat always watches you, sitting nearby on an old table you’d moved down to the basement years ago. She seems almost proud, observing you clean up her mess. Like a queen, watching a peasant break their back in order to please her.

You had found her outside during a rainstorm, mewling softly below the patio. It’d taken some effort, crawling frantically through the dense underbrush in an attempt to reach the source of the desperate pleas. Sharp thorns biting into your skin and cold mud bleeding through your clothes, you clawed and clawed through the roses blocking the small cavern beneath. Heart beating loud in your ears, your pulse so frantic you could feel it in your throat, but finally there she was. A tiny mess of black wet fur, barely big enough to fill your hand. Abandoned, shivering from the rain, bright green eyes desperate for help.

“What did you do?” Your husband had asked, nose curling up at your bedraggled form. No doubt unhappy at the muddy footprints tailing through the entryway, or the small spots of red bleeding through your clothes. “You're filthy.”

Levi had protested the moment he’d spotted her, curled up protectively in your arms. “No. We don’t need a pet,” he’d said, crossing his arms in the middle of the kitchen. Eyes hard, his shoulders tense as if preparing to weather a storm. “They’re just a mess,” he’d said, backing away a bit as you approached, mewling mass in hand. “No. No no no.”

The very moment she was in his arms, burrowing into the warmth of his chest and staining his shirt as he thoughtlessly held her close, you’d won. “Oh,” the sound was so soft, almost a disbelieving coo. It seemed to take all the breath from his lungs, silvery eyes becoming soft and weak. “Hi, kitten.”

“Alright,” he’d acquiesced, using one finger to smooth out the wet fur on the very top of her little head. From his facial expression, it almost seems as though the shivering, no doubt starving little beast had somehow wounded him.

You think, in that moment, you’d somehow, impossibly, had a brief glimpse into the future. Or maybe it was a vivid daydream, brought on by the soft, wounded awe on his face. A vision of Levi holding a newborn, their head coated in a thick tuft of black hair. The same, almost fearful wonder filling his features as he cradles the small child to his chest.

“But you're cleaning up after it.” And of course, as always, Levi goes and ruins the moment with his mouth.

Despite his intention, Levi had immediately become attached to the little beast. He’d never had a pet growing up, didn’t know how to handle having something so foreign in the house. A creature that, despite a language and species barrier, seemed to understand him and find comfort in his presence. A constant companion, lovingly wedging itself between you in the bed and taking up as much space as possible.

It was almost cute, the way Levi had immediately done all sorts of research, determining which plants were dangerous and which cleaning products were no longer viable. Whether she was old enough to be off of milk or which foods would be best for a growing kitten. Those first few weeks, your husband often came home with armfuls of toys, treats, and cans of wet cat food.

You almost laughed the first time you’d found him dozing on the couch, a quickly growing mass of black fur purring softly on his chest. Despite his desire to not become attached, the black spot never seemed to leave his side. She’s his cat, even to this day.

She's only grown larger in the passing years, now a full grown adult. Her chest wide, tail long and fluffy, finally growing into her giant paws only a few years ago.

Now she sits, her chest puffed out proud and regal, long fur perfectly brushed by your husband on a near daily basis. Years from now, will you feel the same about your own child? That your years together have passed far too quickly, time disappearing in the blink of an eye.

It’s odd to think that the future you saw, all those years ago, is now only a handful of weeks out. Your belly is growing heavier and rounder by the day.

Gripping the scoop in your gloved hand, you dig at a relatively fresh spot of wet litter, the clay dark and lumpy. Ammonia fills your senses, strong enough to almost make your eyes water. Curling up your nose, you deposit the mess into a small plastic bag. “You're a menace, you know that Sweetheart?”

It’s not her name, but she has so many cute little nicknames at this point you aren’t sure she’d respond to her actual title. Both you and your husband seem to refer to her by anything but.

“Mmrph.” She responds, humming an odd chirp.

There’s a large smattering of grey clay dusted all around the box, somehow spraying almost a foot from the edge of the plastic. “Why do you always kick up so much litter?”

The smell of the next scoop almost makes you gag. “It’s no wonder Daddy insists on coming down here every day.” You can’t even imagine letting this fester for a week, much less longer.

It’s a new habit you're trying to build, referring to Levi in such a way. Even now, sitting all alone except for a furry companion, the moniker makes your heart do somersaults. Something squeezes in your chest, butterflies filling your stomach and emotion welling up in your throat far too easily.

Other than this, the basement is pretty much storage. Boxes upon boxes of little knickknacks and photo albums. Stack of old books from college days, both yours and his. A quickly growing pile of furniture, as Levi clears out his office to make room for the newborn.

There's a series of round brownish spots splayed out in almost a spray, staining the cement floor in the far corner of the room. “You threw up, too?”

“Mrrrah.”

“Making even more work for Mama, huh?” That’s a new term as well, something a bit more difficult to get used to.

“Mhmmrp.”

“You're awfully chatty today, huh princess? Do you like to watch…”

“What do you think you're doing?” Levi startles you, his deep voice cutting you off mid sentence. Heart racing from the small jolt, you turn to watch him speak from the top step. The stairs creak and groan, though still much quieter than you could ever hope to achieve, in his descent.

He looks so handsome in his white button up and dress pants. The sleeves carefully folded up to expose his toned forearms and bulging veins. Levi may hate wearing a ‘monkey suit’ to the office everyday, but damn if he doesn’t make it look good.

“Levi! Your home early!” You call, putting the litter scoop down with a soft clack.

The cat jumps, abandoning the table and quickly crossing the basement to greet him. Stretching, she puts her paws up on his knee so Levi can lean down and pat her head. “Hey there, kitten,” he greets right back.

It’s funny that he still calls her that, even after all this time. She’s far from a kitten now.

Pulling down your mask, you walk -not quite waddling, though it’s closer than you’d like to admit- over to greet your husband at the bottom of the stairs.

“Why are you down here? I heard noises.” Levi’s gaze bounces from your face to access the room, trailing to the box you’d just abandoned.

Heat floods your face, dusting along your cheeks and the tips of your ears. “I was just talking to myself.”

“I know you were talking to the cat, you do that all the time.” Obviously, you knew he knew, but it feels embarrassing to hear out loud. The cat has such an intelligent, knowing, look in her eyes and is so responsive, you really can’t help but chatter back and forth. Sometimes you even attempt to mimic the odd chirps right back at her.

”That wasn’t what I was talking about,” Levi continues, his voice suddenly firm. “You shouldn’t be down here, it’s not good for you.”

“It wasn’t too hard for me to get down the steps,” you sooth thoughtlessly, waving a hand in the air as if to say ‘no big deal’.

An understatement if there ever was one. Truthfully, it was a bit difficult to navigate down the old creaky steps, trying to see your feet around your growing belly. The added awkward weight certainly didn’t help, making you feel constantly off balance.

You feel so useless, this far into your pregnancy. On leave from work, all you can do is sit around at home and wait. Wait for the laundry to get done, wait for the next episode of your current favorite show to air. Wait for the next meal to fill your stomach, constantly gnawing at your insides no matter how much you snack. Wait for Levi to come home from his long shifts at the office, hopefully for his next free day to spend together. Wait for the day that your water breaks, followed by a subsequent rush to the hospital.

It’s only been two weeks and you already feel like clawing your eyes out, every muscle in your body screaming to move move move. Your brain is begging you to do something, anything.

“No. I told you before that cat litter is dangerous for pregnant women.”

Oh. “But…I was wearing a mask,” you start, lip quivering as your husband's gaze doesn’t get any less stern. “…and gloves,” you hold your wrists up showing the latex encasing the digits.

Levi only clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “ I told you not to. That was a bad idea in your condition.”

“But…you always complain about doing the litter…and…,” you trail off, cut short by the serious look on his face.

“The ammonia could be bad for you,” Levi explains, “and there’s that nasty parasite that can cause miscarriages.” Even though the cat doesn’t set paw outside, Levi still worries endlessly at the possibility. “Plus, you shouldn’t be hunched over like that anyways.”

Just like when you’d found the kitten, he’d immediately started researching the moment you’d tested positive. Buying tons of little advice books and glaring into his phone during bouts of frantic googling. During your doctor's appointments, the man always comes prepared with a whole list of questions, using terminology far beyond what you care to understand.

Hormones raging, tears build up along the corners of your eyes. These days it feels like you're always on the verge of something, be it unfettered rage or a long hard sob. You can already feel your throat tightening, filling with the sour emotion. “Don’t be mad! Please!”

Levi’s never been mad at you before. In all your years together you’ve never fought once, not even a tiny little squabble. But for some reason, right now, with your mind filled with such odd frantic upset, you obsess over it. You’ve heard him yell before, only ever at strangers and Hange, but now you imagine it aimed at you. The shadow of his voice loud, angry, echoing in your ears in unfiltered rage.

You’ve waited so long for this. Struggled and hoped, trying again and again, Levi at your side, for the day you’d welcome a new life into your home. And now you're ruining it with your carelessness. His imagined disappointment weighs heavily on your shoulders, only making the emotion in your throat tighter. A large ball that you struggle to swallow around, barely managing to keep a sob from bleeding through.

“Shh. Shh. Come here.” Hand soothing along your back, Levi pulls your hip to rest right against his own. “I’m not mad.”

“You just do so much!” On top of everything he already does, the man is even putting in extra hours at the office while you're on leave, attempting to help smooth out the gap left by your reduced pay. Hospital bills approach, after all. “You work so hard and I spend all day doing nothing! I just wanted to do something little to help out.”

“You don-,” Levi starts, but you interrupt, voice cracking with emotion.

“I’m sorry-,“ there’s a rough, wet hiccup that you couldn’t stop. “I’m sorry-,” a full on sob finally escapes your throat. “I just feel so useless lazing around every day.” You haven’t even been out of your pajamas for a week, simply switching to a new pair in lieu of your ill fitting day clothes.

Sensing your worry, the cat brushes against your leg. Soft fur brushing against the leg of your pajama pants, rumbling calmly as she purrs to comfort you. It does, but only a little.

“No no no.” Levi pulls you into a tight hug, swaying you gently and pressing a quick kiss into your hair. Wetting his crisp white shirt, your cry into the fabric, shoulders shaking. Mouth suddenly, somehow, feeling both too wet and too dry, your running nose only adds to the stain.

“Hey, hey. Look at me love.” Pulling you back from the hug, you blink hard to clear away the blurry wetness and meet his gaze.

Fingers smooth along your cheeks, clearing away the tear lines with soft strokes. “You're not just lazing around, you're growing a new life. Our daughter is growing right here.” Levi’s free hand smooths along your stomach, a wide circle against your rounded skin. “You're doing more than enough.”

“But…”

“But nothing. You don’t have to do anything else.” With the soft words, Levi pulls you back into the embrace. It’s a little funny, how the both of you have to bend in order to hug now, your growing belly pressed against his flat one.

Fingers drum into your shoulders. “You do so much to help me out every day that you don’t even realize. Let me handle little things like this, just for now,” Levi states, calm tone and patient.

“O…okay.” It’s amazing how, with just a few soft words, Levi’s managed to ease your upset. Maybe that’s part of the inconsistent waves of hormones too, you think.

“I brought home dinner…and more pickles,” Levi spits the last word out, his face twisting up in a dramatic display of distaste.

Despite loving vinegar as a cleaning product, Levi absolutely abhors the taste. Still, he endeavors to suffer through your cravings with you, tasting all of your odd concoctions, day after day, and complaining the entire time. He’s always so overdramatic about it, just last week scrunching his face up tight and almost spitting at the mix of pickles and peanut butter. The memory brings a small smile to your lips.

“Thanks…”

Said dinner is no doubt healthy, carefully picked out for your dietary needs. Levi’s far more strict about it then you’d care to be. After all, you sorely miss night time chats over steaming cups of tea. A little caffeine couldn’t hurt, could it?

“Go wash your hands. I’ll finish up here,” Levi starts, eyeing the spot of vomit in the corner.

Turning towards the steps, Levi stops you with a firm grip on your wrist. “Remember, we’re a team. We’re in this together. Don’t ever stress about not doing enough.”

“Mrrph.” The cat chimes in, already mounting the steps in your stead, silent despite the old wood.

“See,” Levi starts, nodding his head towards the feline. “Rose agrees. We’re a family, we take care of each other.”

#asks #moot.Eliza #mydrabbles #CatDad!Levi #Dadvi #levi ackerman fluff #levi/reader #Levi x reader #Levi x reader fluff #tw; pregnancy #tw; miscarriages #it’s just mentioned as a possibility though #levi ackerman #attack on titan #I can go eat dinner now yayyyyy

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airteacher · 2 months

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Pema: Hey Tenzin, you know how said you wanted more airbenders ? Well…

"Are you pregnant? Are we having another baby??"

#Anonymous #don't tease Tenzin like that #he wants as many babies as possible #but also respectfully stop when Pema wants #that's important #tw: pregnancy #IM SORRY I FORGOT THE TW

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avephelis · 4 months

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(SPOILRERS ON RITPIDE EPISODE 100 if u havent seen it)

hey saw ur post on jayson ferin and thinking abt how young he was when he became a parent n if he actually loved may or not .. like he did fuck off (to go visit may) in episode 100 when jay told him may was dying so he cares for her somewhat. is it love? is it just looking out for the mother of his children ? dk

IT'S SO INTERESTING TO ME I NEED CONDI TO DROP MORE FERIN BACKSTORY MANN. personally i think at least at some point he loved may and probably still does but like. did something sour there? was he just always this way? is his idea of love just inherently flawed?

idk jayson ferin is a fascinating character to me (terrible father, fascinating person)... i kind of wonder if having kids at a young age could also be related to the ferin legacy thing? because if faye ferin is still active in the navy i'd assume she'd be pretty young for a grandmother, too. lot of thoughts about her relationship with jayson and drey.

and i think about jayson shaming jay for leaving her mother alone, back in the block arc. because he did the exact same thing, even whilst may was ill, and i wonder if he was just being manipulative or if he was projecting or if he was genuinely unaware. shaking condi and grizzly DROP THE INTERGENERATIONAL TRAUMA LORE. DROP IT.

#also something worth noting is that i don't think malenia's age has ever been stated? she's probably about jayson's age.#i don't think they'd get into super sensitive topics with that. but even teen pregnancy is a pretty sensitive topic in and of itself so.#asks #jrwi #i feel like this probably needs some trigger tags because it's a touchy subject but like. i dunno.#there's also the possibility they just canonised jayson being 40 without thinking about it. but it's CANON NOW so umm idc.#teen pregnancy tw #child abuse tw #i know theyre kinda just mentioned but i dont wanna trigger anyone so lmk if i should add anything #jayson ferin

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faetreides · 9 days

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my brain is melting so much that my writing feels like this:

“plap plap plap get pregnant.”

“but i don’t want to”

“nuh uh”

he fucks you so hard your eyes fall out.

the end.

#📜.scrolls #incapable of writing without blabbing about it #tw pregnancy #tw body horror #ish ????#i have a migraine and a possible ear infection

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awarmshrine · 3 months

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Sorry I just think that if the internet has all of my data then they should know better than to caption their grammarly ad with this:

Essays are NOT what came to my chronically suicidal brain when I read the top sentence.

#like 😭#suicide tw #suicidality tw #between this and the pregnancy/motherhood ads it's possible google is truly trying to kill me

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bccksmarts · 7 months

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❧ Pigeons Mega Pregnancy Meme ☙

➤ @legeandary asked: “Wait, how many babies did you say you were having?” | from Fred because reasons 😉

The blush rose to her cheeks so fast that she had no chance to push it down or cover it, her head quickly turning ( almost giving her whiplash ) as her eyes zeroed in on the Weasley twin, glaring daggers. If looks could kill—

❝I don't see how that's so important,❞ Hermione huffed, attempting to stop herself from stuttering her words out. She hasn't even been for the scan yet, but she knew there was a lot more going on than just the one. He was only asking a question, for Merlin's sake... but he was asking in such a Fred Weasley way. Getting into her personal space all smoothly, voice all but also teasing... Gods, Weasleys. ❝I... well, I haven't gotten that confirmed yet,❞ She admits quietly, her hands conjoining down her front to stop her from fidgeting.