Procreation Celebration Fest

[eternalsojourn]

All right, so it's public news that I am expecting my first child in late February. While my 'real' life will probably have all the usual pastel-tinted, cutesy, lace-trimmed events and genuinely well-meaning but cliché platitudes, I'm hoping fandom will bring the fun stuff.

That means PORN and KID!FIC and whatever other joyful fanworks with that sort of theme you can think of. LET'S HAVE A FEST!



Art by cho_hakkai. GIANT thanks for the artwork! I'm a little in awe, tbh.


Fandoms welcome here include (but are not limited to) Inception, Teen Wolf, Sherlock, Grimm, Supernatural, and basically any fandom you take a fancy to.

What to do here:

• Rec something!
  
• Write something!
  
  
  
  • Write comment fic here (just 3 sentences even!) Just hit 'talk to me' and start typing.
    
  • Write longer fic and just post a link to your journal/AO3/Dreamwidth.
    
  
  
• Make an art! (embed or link)
  
• Podfic!
  
• Make a vid!
  
• Make a fanmix!
  
• Prompt something! Just be clear about what you want and for what fandom & pairing.
  
• Meta!
  
  
  
  • Talk about why you like mpreg (or whatever).
    
  • Tell us what first turned you onto it
    
  • Wax poetic about who you'd like to see pregnant and what they'd be like. What would their partner be like?
    
  
  
• Anything that strikes you!
  

This is an opportunity to pile kinks on kinks. Knotting, Mpreg, lactation kink, scent marking, regular marking, protectiveness, fluff, angst, PWP. Kid!fic! Bring the babies, the loving daddies, the scary parental angst, the family cuddling! All is welcome here: het, slash, other. I know my stuff tends towards m/m, but HOW CUTE would Ariadne be all big and round?

Come on, guys, let's celebrate a real pregnancy the way it ought to be celebrated. Irreverently, filthily, and by doing what you all do best, which is to get excited in a way that most people don't know how to let themselves do.

AO3 Postings

There is a collection started at AO3, so if you post there, you can include it in the collection. The collection title is Procreation_Celebration.

AO3 Collection

Comments

Inception, Arthur/Eames 3/?

[adelaide-rain.livejournal.com]

Eames stares at him, then breaks into laughter. “I do love your filthy mouth, Arthur,” he says as he lays Arthur gently down onto the bed. Arthur watches as he strips, propping himself up on his elbows to get the best view.

“You love the things I do with it,” Arthur says, crawling to the edge of the bed and leaning out so that he can lick Eames’s cock, smiling as Eames sucks in a breath.

“Just lie back, darling,” Eames says, pushing Arthur down onto the pillows. “Let me take care of you.”

Everything he does is soft and sweet, careful and tender. From taking his clothes off to stroking him all the way to hard, everything is done with so much love that it makes Arthur’s chest tight. Usually they prefer their sex rough: Eames tied up while Arthur does his best to make him scream. This is completely different, and yet at its heart, it’s the same. Everything they do is laced with love, whether that’s biting or fisting or these sweet little kisses.

Eames leaves Arthur, just for a moment, to grab the lube from the nightstand, and returns to slick up his fingers.

“So beautiful,” Eames murmurs, pressing a finger into Arthur, making him arch up off the bed. “This is what you’d look like,” he says, kissing the curve of Arthur’s belly. “Full of my baby.”

Arthur can only make an indecipherable noise as Eames strokes his cock. Never in his life has he considered what it might be like to be pregnant, but with Eames whispering about how wonderful it would be, how beautiful he would look – he wants it. Wants it for Eames and wants it for them. Wants a baby that’s theirs, both of theirs, wants it so much that it makes him ache. Putting a forearm across his eyes, Arthur takes a deep, ragged breath and tries to get control of his emotions.

When Eames starts to suck him, his thoughts shatter and scatter. Eames’s mouth and fingers take up all of Arthur’s concentration; being deep throated and fingered doesn’t leave much room for anything else, and Arthur’s grateful.

“Is that good, darling?” Eames asks, breathless, when he pulls back. “Hmm?”

“You fucking know it is,” Arthur hisses. “But if you wanna get me pregnant you better put your cock in me.”

Eames purrs, a rumbling, deeply sexy noise, and kisses Arthur as he continues to finger him. “You want it so badly, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Arthur gasps and puts steel in his voice. “Damn it, Eames, just do it.”

“Yes, sir.” Eames pulls his fingers away, but Arthur only has a few seconds to miss them before Eames’s cock replaces them. He slides in quickly and smoothly, not giving Arthur any time to get used to his girth. The stretch makes Arthur yelp and dig his nails into Eames’s shoulders.

“Jesus,” he gasps, and Eames kisses him, still buried deep.

“This is what you wanted, hmm? To be filled with my cock?”

“Yes,” Arthur whispers, and forces himself to breathe deep and slow. As he relaxes, his muscles unclench around Eames and the hurt diminishes into something manageable, the kind of pain that feels good.

“That’s it, darling,” Eames says, biting at Arthur’s jawline. He starts to pull out, then all the way back in, hard, making Arthur yelp again. “Take it for me.”

“God,” Arthur says, half a sob, and wonders what happened to his usual dominant self. Then again; Eames pounding into him, right to the hilt with every thrust feels good, and yeah, he could get used to this.

Eames keeps murmuring things about coming in him, fucking him like he wants him pregnant, and Arthur can’t even respond because Jesus Eames’s cock feels good. When Eames wraps a hand around Arthur’s cock and starts stroking him gently, it’s all Arthur can do not to start whimpering. And then when Eames starts to squeeze his balls he does whimper; filled and stroked and squeezed, it’s too much and soon Arthur is coming, embarrassingly soon, crying out and sobbing. His cheeks are wet and Eames is still fucking him, thrusting hard and deep, and Arthur starts whispering please come, I want you to come in me. It feels like long, long minutes until Eames lets go of his control and comes with a yell, buried deep in Arthur’s ass. Arthur cries out too, his nails digging into Eames’s forearms, leaving moon shaped crescents.