brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: pregnancy (fluff part 2)
ahh I knew I would forget some major thing on the pregnancy headcanons post! this one is mostly about… their reactions when they feel the baby kick! as usual I hope you all enjoy this offering. long post so cut added.
charles lee ray
you’re lay on the sofa with your head in his lap watching some terrible re-run on tv
the first kick startles you, until you realise what it was
your hand goes to your bump to see if it happens again
chucky notices your little movements
“what’s got into you?”
(you refrain from saying “your baby”, even if its true)
you feel another kick and you grab his hand, moving it over the right spot
“feel”
“what’s wrong -” he cuts himself off when he feels the little kick beneath his hand “oh”
he always gets really quiet while he’s feeling for kicks
which surprises you because who’d have thought charles ray was so sensitive
to be honest he just hasn’t fully processed the situation
(and likely won’t until the baby is born)
so these moments give him time to think
he doesn’t mention it but after the first time his hands settle on your bump way more often
he’s trying to feel for more kicks but doesn’t want to seem soft
(you already know but spare him his pride)
jack dante
his detached curiosity isn’t really solved by feeling tiny kicks but it does entertain him
you’re eating dinner at like midnight in his office when you feel a jab
you put your hand over your bump and feel little feet kicking
he narrows his eyes at you, “what”
“baby’s kicking” you look over at him “wanna feel?”
he perks up, discarding the take out carton he is eating from on his desk and coming over to you
for once he hands aren’t immediately grabbing at you and you have to take them yourself, placing them over your bump
he smiles that sly smile of his when he feels movement
its definitely more of a source of entertainment than a bonding experience
but he seems to like it so every time the kicking starts you mention it and he comes running
sheriff bracket
he has been waiting the whole pregnancy to start feeling kicks
its another long, lazy night on the couch with his hands cradling your bump when he feels it
“sweetie, was that - ?”
you’re so excited as you put your hand over his and wait for the next kick
“yeah, yeah i think it was”
theres another kick and you squeal a little bit with happiness
he gets so attached to the baby before its even born and feeling it kick around just boosts his Dad instincts
so proud
brags to anyone who will listen about for strong your little one is already
when he talks to the bump he tries to persuade the baby to kick
“c'mon, show daddy how strong you are”
you joke around about it “stop encouraging them, i’ll never get any peace because they’ll be trying to show off for you”
billy bibbit
you’re stood in the kitchen washing up after dinner
he’d drying the dishes after you wash them when suddenly you feel it
he’s worried something is wrong when you go still
“is s-s-ssomething the matter?”
“No, no, i think i felt a kick”
“r-really?”
you take his hands and put them over your bump, waiting for move movement
billy stays quiet
then he feels something !!
he cant even speak for a moment whilst the baby moves beneath his hands
cries a little bit
“billy, are you okay?”
“y-yeah, yeah i’m s-ssorry, i'mm j-just so hap-ppy”
wants to keep you close as much as possible so he can be there to feel the baby every time
doc cochran
you expect doc to be pretty professional about the whole thing
keeping track of when you feel movement and checking that the movement seems healthy
you’d felt movement before anyone could feel it from the outside
but one day you feel a kick that is stronger than the others
you immediately tell doc, who comes over from his desk and places a doctorly hand over the bit you point too
he’s about to start asking genuine medical questions until he feels it
a tiny kick under his hand
he definitely cries
which surprises you and scares you a little
“is something wrong, doc?”
“no, no, nothings wrong - the babys just kicking”
you laugh, relieved “i know doc, i can feel it”
he didnt think he’d get so emotional about it, but thats his child you’re carrying
feeling for the first time this life you created together just hits different for him
tries to pull himself together and be a good doctor (can he be anything else?)
but his sentimentality just proves he loves you
sometimes he’s out on call when you feel kicks
you tell him about it all on the pretence that its for medical reasons but you know he just likes hearing about what the baby gets up to while he’s out
grima wormtongue
his hands are on your bump 24/7 so it was impossible for him to miss the first kicks
goes a little bit crazy feeling the baby move
reminds him that you’re carrying his child and this is all truly happening
now you’re pregnant you spend a lot of time in yours and grima’s quarters
grima dodges doing any of his duties to come back and see you throughout the day
“how is my sweet one”
(is he talking about you or the baby? definitely the baby, im sorry)
his hands are on you
and finally, one day he feels something
a kick
his eyes go wide and even he can’t think of something to say
“it seems they’re happy about their father’s return, they’ve been slumbering all day”
you definitely play up the fact that the baby likes when grima is around
because you know he gets insecure about whether he’ll be a good father
tommy ludlow
he’s actually not around when the baby first kicks enough for anyone else to feel it
when he gets home you tell him and he’s so annoyed with himself for missing it
“dont worry, tommy, they’ll be more where that came from”
its the middle of the night when the kicks start again and it wakes you up
in the dark you shake tommy awake
he wakes with a start, thinking something is wrong
but you grab his hand an press it to your bump and he feels the kicks against his palm
he sits up in bed and with you leaning back against his chest
his arms are around you and he holds your bump
feeling the kicks until you both fall asleep again
leo nova
he’s not the softest soon-to-be dad around
but when he first feels the baby kick that jump starts his Proud Dad emotions
he’s away a lot so misses a lot of the movement
and he’s emotionally repressed so doesn’t ask about it as much as he should
but at night when you’re asleep he puts his hands on your bump and wills the baby to kick for him while its just the two of them
tucker cleveland
another one who misses the first kicks
he’s been at work all day and when he comes home you tell him
“guess what happened today”
“I don’t know, what happened today”
“the little tyke started kicking”
pretends he isn’t bothered that he wasn’t there but is secretly gutted
he tries to nonchalantly keep his hands on your bump for the rest of the night to catch the next kick but the baby is messing with him apparently
he has to wait for the next day
you’re in the shower the next morning when you feel movement
“tucker! come, quick!”
he’s out of bed like a shot thinking you need help
he whips back the shower curtain and sees you stood with your hand over your bump
he realises what’s going on and replaces your hand with his own
he feels tiny feet under his fingertips
“well, well, well, kiddo” he mumbles, “aren’t you a strong little thing”
Summary:Jensen films in Vancouver, his wife Ava films in Atlanta.Living and working in different countries is hard but the reunions are definitely worth it!
Characters:Jensen Ackles x Ava Ackles (OFC), Madeleine (Maddie) Ackles (mentioned).
A/N:Text in italicsare internal thoughts. As always, this hasn’t been beta’d, so all mistakes are mine. Enjoy, like, reblog, comment, give feedback – all would be appreciated!
She licked and kissed her way up his body, paying extra attention to his neck until finally, she reached his lips and kissed him passionately. One of his hands caressed her side and back, the other settling on the back of her neck and squeezing gently. She pulled away from his lips and trailed open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and up his cheek. “Tell me what you need, baby,” she purred into his ear, lightly biting on his lobe, and smiling as his abdominal muscles twitched under her thighs.
“Ride me. Slowly,” he groaned.
“From the front or back?” She asked before lowering her head back down and sucking at the soft spot on his collarbone.
“Uhh, fuck!” His hips bucked up, looking for some much needed friction. “Front, Princess. I need to see you when you come!” He growled.
Raising her hips, she reached a hand between her legs and gently grasped his solid member placing it at her entrance, slowly sliding him inside her, both moaning the entire time. When she bottomed out, her hands skimmed slowly up his torso and chest before curling around those broad shoulders she loved so much and gripped gently to keep her balance. Jensen’s hands caressed her knees before sliding up her thighs, over her hips and coming to a stop on her waist. He tightened his hold on her when she began rocking her hips lazily up and down his length.
“Shit, Jensen! It feels so good!” Ava gasped as she set herself a slow and sensual pace.
okay so like i said im obsessed with kid fic aus because they’re so so cute BUT i absolutely lovethe unplanned pregnancy trope too
IMAGINE a one night stand with rpatz batman. its one of those getting caught up in the whirlwind, very spontaneous moments. maybe he saves you one night and you kiss him as a thank you gesture and he’s kissing you back. eagerly. desperately. like he’s never been kissed before. and next thing you know he’s lifting you up and pinning you against the alleyway’s wall and your legs are wrapped around his hips and he’s thrusting frantically in and out of you. you’re protected so you dont even think twice about him coming inside you.
but then a couple months later you find out that you’re pregnant. with the batman’s child.
you don’t have any clue who the man behind the cowl is. you don’t even know how to contact him to let him know he’s gonna be a father.
i cant decide how bruce finds out. whether you get desperate to let the batman know and try to reach out to him while the bat signal is on and wait for him there. OR you run into bruce wayne and he recognizes you immediately (because he hasn’t stopped thinking about you since your night together and the only reason he hasn’t seen you sooner is because he’s been too busy) and sees your baby bump…
in light of the texas abortion ban here’s a reminder to stop debating what counts as a human, baby, or life with pro-lifers because that is not a debate you can win. you can not win a philosophical debate about what counts as a person, and you will not change their minds.
what can be proven is that in no situation under united states law is an individual legally obligated to lend their body or organs for the sake of another life.
4.5 million people each year are in need of blood transfusion, the entire process of donating blood takes a little over an hour, it’s free, and a single pint of blood can save up to 3 peoples lives, but there is no legal obligation or requirement to donate blood in place.
it is illegal to take organs from deceased peoples’ bodies without permission. CORPSES. bodily integrity is prioritized by law, even after death.
it doesn’t fucking matter whether a fetus is a person, whether a fetus is alive, whether a fetus has a soul. it literally doesn’t matter. pro-lifers set up the argument through that lens (hence their name) to evoke empathy and pity and take the focus away from the actual process of pregnancy, which changes a person’s body FOREVER. that is not an exaggeration. whether the pregnancy is complicated and high-risk or totally smooth sailing, the birthing person will physically never be the same. if they’re lucky, they’ll come out of it with weight gain, differently shaped breasts, and changes to the cervix/vagina. if they aren’t, there’s a fucking laundry list of potential complications that could arise, that may eventually fix themselves, need surgical or therapeutic intervention, or never go away, like varicose veins, separation of the abdominal muscles, incontinence, prolapse, diabetes, postpartum depression, and chronic pain, just off the top of my head. and this makes no mention of the very real possibility of income disruption, as well as the financial cost of giving birth, and the chance of fucking death, which is even higher for underserved communities like black women.
there is no basis for a governing body forcing an individual to lend their body or organs for the sake of another life. that is the argument. period the end.
I’ve been reaaaaally putting off posting this for a while because I was, in all honesty, scared of what people would think. I was worried of judgement, of not living up to what people expect of me, and frankly it took some time to come to terms with the changes in my life myself. I needed a while to accept that things are different now, and a while to realise that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I’ve become someone I don’t recognise, and my life has become something I don’t feel in control of, in fact it’s so far out of my comfort zone and the way I wanted to live my life that it’s terrifying- but I’m also kinda digging it.
I’m having a baby. Next July, there’s going to be a tiny person that’s half of me, and half of the person I love more than I ever thought I was capable of loving. And in the past four months I’ve been growing this little human, I’ve changed from the woman too scared to look at the positive pregnancy test, into someone who has had to scrape my life together with shaking hands and put things in order for this baby and myself. I made a choice, I am beyond glad I have that right to, and I am beyond glad I made the choice I did. It’s taken strength to watch my body change, to give up my unhealthy coping mechanisms, to figuratively and literally let go of the things and people that weren’t good for me so that I could be good to myself.
I never thought I’d be a mother, especially not at 22, and in truth I don’t feel ready, but I’m getting there. This is all new for me, but when I had the first scan and saw this baby has my nose, a miniature version of my own profile, god I can’t even describe the feeling. I will do better now, for this baby.
I’ve put my degree on hold. I’m coming to accept that it doesn’t matter what order I get things done in, and it doesn’t mean I’ll never finish my education- it just means I’ll get to it a little later than I thought. I have a new job, I’m building bridges with my family, I’m getting closer to the happy life I never thought I’d have for myself, and it took me completely letting go of the reins to put me on track.
I’m still the same person. I still laugh at completely inappropriate things, I still love to write, I’m still me. I’m still getting married next year to a wonderful man who I’m still not sure I deserve. This blog isn’t going to change much either, and for those that find pregnancy/babies triggering, I will be tagging accordingly.
I’ve made a lot of mistakes. But now I’ve had time to process, I know that this isn’t one. This is pretty fucking amazing. So, 2018. I’m scared, but I’m excited. And I think I’m ready.
Anonymous asked: Hey I love your aesthetics! Could you do one where Reader and Dean have little daughter and Reader is pregnant again and their daughter kissing her swollen belly or something like that ?
I loved making this! So many daddy!Dean feels so I forced another drabble out of @mysupernaturalfics - Thanks Rach but that did only make my feels a million times worse!
Dean couldn’t keep his hands off you when you were pregnant, even more so than when you weren’t. It had been exactly the same with Shiloh. His hands slid over your swollen belly as the sun barely peeked through the curtains.
“Mornin” he muttered pressing his lips to your neck. You stretched your aching limbs and curled yourself around him the best you could. The door quietly creaked open and Shiloh came in crawling between you.
“Hey, Princess,” Dean muttered. She didn’t answer, just forced you apart, curled up against his chest and fell back to sleep - a daddy’s girl through and through.
“What are we going to do when we have another crawling in bed with us?” He murmured quietly and you smiled.
The companions of Artemis were huntresses - first, last and always. They had oathed themselves to the howling dogs and the swift-footed deer. They would take no husbands - they were spoused to the wild hunt. In the polis, they were expected to bear children. There in the mountains, they belonged to themselves.
Kallisto knew her time there had come to an end. When she first came to this place, she made a vow to Artemis she would remain what the men of the polis call virginal as long as she roamed by her side. She had sworn off motherhood, yet here it was - a so-called gift from a god. She had faithfully watched the moon as it waxed and waned. Yet the blood never came, though her body ached. She was pregnant, and there was nothing more to be done but accept it.
She couldn’t bare the thought of leaving now - there were cold springs she hadn’t yet swam, rough cypresses she hadn’t embraced. She would miss the voices of the okeanids as they sang to Artemis. She would miss the smell of pine needles in the morning when they woke from their slumber. How could she depart, when it felt like her life here had scarcely begun? She hadn’t yet tired of her heart pounding in the chase, her feet leaping over the branches and stones at home on the woodland floor. Her joints weren’t yet wearied from bounding down low valleys and climbing high peaks.
But the companions of Artemis were huntresses - she would not ask them to become mothers alongside her. And humans are not meant to be alone. As weeks rolled past it became harder to conceal the truth. She would wake before dawn to bathe alone, desperate to avoid the painful conversation. It was Artemis who discovered her one morning, searching for the missing woman as Eos stretched her rosy fingers across the sky. She found Kallisto perched at the water’s edge, drying in half-light. The goddess stooped to sit near her.
“Why do you hide from us?” Artemis asked.
Kallisto flushed, embarrassed to have been caught sneaking around. Artemis had always been a midwife to mortal women. Sitting beside her now, she regretted not telling her sooner.
She pushed herself up onto her feet and pulled her tunic over herself. “I made a promise to you when I started my life here,” she said.
“You wouldn’t be the first of my companions to bear children,” Artemis replied, “you have nothing to be ashamed of.”
Kallisto turned her gaze to the goddess. “It’s not that I’m ashamed - I’m sad, and I’m scared. I’m not sure that I’m ready to give up this life. I’m not sure what to do. I used to think I’d spend the rest of my life here. Where will I go now?”
Artemis answered. “You don’t have to leave.” She stood to face Kallisto. “You can stay here, if that is what you want.”
“I won’t break my oath to you,” Kallisto replied. Artemis placed her hands on the woman’s shoulders and fixed her gaze. “Do you trust me?” she asked.
“Always,” said Kallisto.
Artemis closed her eyes, and Kallisto felt her eyelids flutter shut in unison. Sleep fell on her instantly, and when she awoke, the goddess was gone.
She felt larger, as if her body had tripled in size. She shifted to stand, and where she thought to see her naked arms bent to push herself up, she saw the arms of a bear. Her arms. She pushed off of the ground, standing on hind legs, towering far above where her vision typically rested. She lifted her hand, five-toed and clawed. In the distance, she heard the familiar sounds of delighted voices. She turned and dropped down to place all four of her limbs on the ground. Nymphs ran to her, around her, past her, stopping to press kisses to her cheek and wrap arms around her neck. At last, Artemis herself stood before her, pressed her forehead to Kallisto’s own. She departed without a word, but Kallisto knew it would not be the last time she saw her.
The men of the polis say it was a curse. But as Kallisto bounded over branches and stones, leapt after fish swimming in streams, she felt blessed. When her son was born, she taught him lessons she had learned when she was human and spoke to him in the language of a bear. When we look to the northern sky, we can see them in the stars - Kallisto and Arcas, encircling the northern star.
Sorry I’ve been quiet for awhile I took some time away to go for a long walk/trip my mental health and more importantly my physical health during pregnancy has taken a hit significantly
cw pregnancy mention, gojo has a daughter, minors dni
Satoru has a fussy one-month-old in one arm and a cold bottle of pumped breastmilk in the other.
It’s the dead of night, somewhere between 2 and 3 am, and it’s been just a little over three hours since you last fed the little bundle of joy, but she’s especially squirmy at this moment, and your husband has swooped in to collect her before she can wake you fully. It’s been a rough past few weeks, especially for you between recovering from a not particularly easy birth and dealing with the expansion of your little family from two to three. Gojo may have wished with every ounce of power that he could make your life easier - if he could have had the baby himself he absolutely would have - but he can only do so much.
And he does everything he absolutely can.
Bouncing her gently in his left arm, he sets up the bottle warmer, then leans on the counter to rock your daughter slowly back and forth. He has about six minutes to burn as he waits for the milk to be ready, and considers returning to your bedroom to glance over at you as you sleep. You’d been truly exhausted, loosely clinging to his neck as he moved you from the couch to tuck you into bed, murmuring his name and a sleep-softened word of thanks. It’s a relief so small that he offers you and yet you’re always so grateful, even with your eyes closed and barely conscious.
He loves you so much.
Your little girl is so tiny in his arms but her weight in his hands is something incredible. She’s quieter now, still bundled warmly, and Gojo holds her with two hands to take her in fully, as he does so often these days. Clear blue eyes mirror his and wisps of white hair peek from under one of the many hats his students knitted for her. Despite the fact that she is his spitting image, he still finds it so hard to believe that she truly belongs to him.
Him. He is her father. She is his. He is hers.
Her gaze at him is so focused sometimes that it feels almost like a challenge but his heart swells the longer he looks at her. He kisses her forehead then holds her close to his chest.
An alert goes off and he picks up the now warm bottle to test it on the back of his hand, then moves to the living room to feed her.
His daughter closes her eyes as she drinks but Gojo cannot take his eyes off of her. He hums as she suckles and strokes at her cheek every so often with his thumb. She favors him so much in appearance but he’s constantly searching for you in the baby’s features, and he always finds it. You are her mother after all.
There’s a saying that men who have a lot to prove are blessed with daughters, and at least in this case, it is proven to be true. He promises with every fiber of his being that he will be so very good to her and of course, to you.
Warnings:Drug use, pregnancy mention, surrogacy talk, oral sex (female receiving), sex toys, unprotected sex, cream pie, pregnancy angst, doctors, breast play, talk of anal play, oral sex (male receiving), lactation kink, cum play, food cravings, angst, Dieter being Dieter, labor, childbirth.
Comments:Your boss, Dieter Bravo is the embodiment of an adult child. You are shocked when he decides on day that he wants a baby. Even more shocked when he wants you to be his surrogate and have it for him.
Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers
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“I’ve decided I want a baby.” Dieter announces this just as easily as he’s decided to get a puppy. In his mind there’s not a whole hell of a lot of difference between the two. Both are small, need to be fed and will shit everywhere, both would love him unconditionally. He’s thought about it longer than anything else he’s decided in his life, almost two days. That article with Sandra Bullock about her kids making him yearn and wonder if it was ever going to happen for him. He wasn’t getting any younger and like most things he wanted, he wanted it now.
Your eyes widen, shocked and in disbelief, until you burst out laughing. Dieter looks offended which makes you laugh even more. The man can barely remember to shower without you telling him he has to, how the fuck is he going to look after a baby?!? “You’re joking, right?” You ask him, raising your eyebrows.
He pouts, looking at you with annoyance. “Why would I be joking?” He asks, tilting his head, “I’m perfectly capable of being a daddy.”
Summary: Loki watches you with your child, and he can’t get over the way it makes him feel.
Warnings/Notes: This is a “sequel” of sorts to TogetherandAs One. You were pregnant, and now you are the mother of Loki’s baby boy. If this sort of thing throws you out of a fic or triggers anything horrible in you, I’m sorry. I just wanted to give Loki something like this. Next week’s lullaby will not feature a cis-female Reader.
Never Alone
Growing up where he did, and how, Loki had never put much stock in the idea of miracles.
He had what he needed, most of the time, and whenever Asgard could not provide something else that he needed, it made sure to crush him under a thousand other weights to distract him from whatever was missing. There were no miracles to put him on the throne instead of his war-hungry brother. There were no miracles to save him when everything he thought he’d known began to crumble in around him. For the briefest of moments there after he let himself drop off of the Bifrost, he thought maybe he might be rescued by a miracle, or else find his miraculous peace in a permanent sleep, but…well, he’d very quickly realized how very wrong he was. After that, he was far too deep in the mire of torture and misery to even remember what the word “miracle” meant anymore.
