The Spectre's Uses For Unsuspecting Survivors

by PrettiestPetals

Summary:

The Spectre gets bored.
Might as well play with the dolls they have locked up in this hell.

i love mpreg and thempreg (im making that a thing. now) but sadly pls start fics then get snatched by the ao3 curse and never post again. :(

Notes:

i love thempreg.

Chapter 1: First instance of The Spectre's influence

Two Time didn't pay too much attention to their own body. 

 

Merely a vessel to spead the Spawns good word! They'd say. So when their stomach started to swell with promises of a child, they didnt notice.

 

Everyone else did though.

 

Their tight tanktop hugged their growing form as their body changed and adapted for the new life growing in their belly. Elliot focus led on making sure Two Time ate more frequently and often times, filled their plate to the brim, making sure they were getting the nutrients they needed.

 

Noob helping Two Time destress after rounds, with makeshift spa treatments he remembered from doomscrolling. Often she would sit on the couch with Two Time and read a book with them. 

 

Guest and Shed worked tirelessly during rounds to protect them while 7n7 and Builderman would follow Two Time around generators to be a bit of a barrier between Times and the killer. 

 

Taph and Dusekkar would help around with more mundane tasks, like grabbing the sentinel snacks or gentle massages. And Chance? Occasionally theyll stay back with Two Time and play games and keep them entertained. 

 

Two Time oblivious as it all happened around them. Under the impression that maybe the others were finally coming around and they were being so nice in hopes of learning more about the Spawn. They insisted they didn't need to be doted on, and they would gladly teach all of them regardless and it didn't take long before the other survivors realized that Two Time wasnt aware of their own condition. 

 

They watched silently as their stomach swelled, peeking out from under their tanktop. Face starting to round out as they slowly got up to a healthier weight due to Elliots cooking. 

 

Eventually, they ended bringing it up themselves.  

 

"I believe The Spawn has blessed me with child. We must make offerings of gratitude and arrangements for the child." They said, as they entered the main cabin for breakfast. By then, it was unmistakable. Painfully clear that they were pregnant and growing bump almost constantly exposed to the open air. 

 

However around that time, The Spectre deemed Two Times pregnancy a bore, and opted for another target. 

 

Elliot.

 

The survivors got to work on preparations for labour and living situation for the baby on the way and unknown to them all, there was already another on the way.

 

As Two Time hit their 8th month, the baby kicking and lively in their belly, Elliot started to feel off. Nausea and headaches plagued him and he found himself staying back with Two Time to rest and hopefully get better. 

 

The two would lay on Elliots bed, cuddling as Two Times' hands settled in Elliots stomach, giving slow and gentle rubs in hopes to elevate the ache while the healer napped. 

 

...

 

About a month after Two Time had given birth, it was clear that Elliot was carrying as well. He noticed early on, trim stomach starting to grow round, and nausea flooding his senses in random waves. By now, they knew it was The Spectre, but still didn't know why.

 

Elliot's pregnancy went much different from Two Times. A prominent appetite that had him raiding the pantry often and random bursts of arousal set the stage for an experience that greatly rivaled the cultists own rather mundane experience. 

 

 

 

Chapter 2: Unsated Hunger

Summary:

Elliot craves a lot of things now cuz of this pesky pregnancy.

The obvious one is food. The less obvious one, is intimacy.

 

Elliot rummaged through the pantry, craving anything sweet. He was aware with how unlikely it was but he held the hope that maybe something would pop up.

 

"Ugh, cake sounds so good right now. Or oreos. Or ice-cream. I'd fuck up an oreo ice cream cake right now." He mumbles absentmindedly, free hand on his growling stomach. 

 

"If you're listening or watching or whatever you do, please I'm so hungry." He muttered under his breath. He settled on a can of cranberry sauce, the closest thing he'd get to what he was aching for at the moment. Eagerly popping open the can and digging in, as Two Time wandered in, cradling their newborn. 

 

"Gluttony is a sin, frowned upon by Spawn, dear Elliot." They reminded as the delivery man rolled his eyes. Two Time sat down next to him on the couch as they turned the baby to face him. "Go on, Belladonna. Tell him how Spawn has no mercy for sinners." The newborn cooed softly and the cultist grinned. "Yes, very good!"

 

"It's not gluttony if my body is asking for it. It'd be gluttony if I was taking for than I needed or whatever." He grumbled, spoon scraping the inside of the can, hoping to get the last bits of the sauce. "Besides, you need much less food to survive than me. My baby's just... inheriting my appetite. I don't know and I don't really care. Focus on your food intake or something."

 

"Well forgive me for trying to save you from damnation." They stated, "Hold her for a second and I'll toss that for you." Already in the process of handing her over and taking said empty can and spoon. 

 

"Can you grab me another?" Elliot asked, carefully holding the baby. He already knew Times would say no but it was worth a try. He shifted his attention to the tiny baby in his arms, and smiled. 

 

"You excited? You're gonna get a friend real soon." He cooed softly, as the baby gripped his finger and wide eyes wandered around the cabin. He heard talking start up and figured the round was up and watched as the others poured into the living room. 

 

Guest came up and sat on the armrest of the couch, ruffling Elliot's hair playfully. 

 

"How are ya, kid?" 

 

"I don't know how Times didnt realized they were pregnant sooner. I feel so full and tired right now and still hungry somehow." Guest let out a low chuckle.

 

"Reminds me of how Daisy was when she was pregnant. Anything ya want from the kitchen? Water? Food?"

 

"Both. I can grab it, if you'd hold her really quick." He grumbled, starting to get up, only for Guest to set his hand on Elliots shoulder, urging him to sit back down. He grumbled.

 

"I'm barely 4 months along, let me do it myself." 

 

He was met with a I got it, rest.

 

He hated being pregnant. 

...

 

Thankfully, after a couple of days of pleading, sweet treats and pastries started to arrive with the other foods. Even boxes of cake mix and junk foods like chips and candies, which he loved. It was like The Spectre knew all his favorites and made sure there was plenty. 

 

In the supply drop was also supplies for Belladonna. Clothes, bottles, formula and diapers. As well as snacks for other survivors so they didn't feel left out.

 

After helping put the food away, Elliot retired to his cabin with snacks to stash for midnight cravings, in which he was met with another surprise. 

 

A vibrator.

 

The material was a soft, silky silicon, with a vibrant red hue and a charger. 

 

"FUCK YEAH!!" 

 

...

 

Elliot found himself using the vibe more often than he thought. Staying in his cabin for hours as he settled into his mattress and let himself get overstimulated. 

 

One day, however, he dropped the charger and it fell under his bed. He should've asked someone to grab it for him. Instead, he asked 007n7 to help him with the overwhelming arousal. 

 

"Are you sure we can... while you're.." 7n7 stood meekly at Elliot's doorway.

 

"Yes, now get in here." Elliot said. 

 

7 quickly entered, closing the door carefully behind him, and watched as Elliot kicked off his pants and laid down on his bed.

 

 Legs spread and cunt already soaked, 7n7 joined him on the bed and honestly didnt know what to do. He'd never done this with anyone other than himself. It was probably the same right? Yeah, It's gotta be.

 

His fingers carefully hovered over the younger mans hole before asking again if he really wanted this, getting a snappy "Yes!" 

 

Sevens' fingers entered the slick hole and slowly began stretching the healer, watching his face for discomfort. Elliot let out a soft huff as he started to rock his hips, urging the older man to hurry up. 

 

Thankfully, it seemed Seven got the message, fingers angled up, massaging the walls of Elliots' cunt before pinpointing the A spot. Thumb focusing on Elliot's clit as Elliot started letting out soft pants and whines, muttering soft "more"'s and "harder"'s in between groans. Brows furrowing as a thin sheen of sweat settled on his skin and a flush spread across his face. 

 

"F-fuck Sev.. mmngh.." His back arching slightly as Seven worked on speeding his movements up. The pants and groans started to shift into breathless moans and whimpers, starting to rut upwards towards the delicious friction.  

 

"You're doing so good." 7n7 spoke softly in Elliot's ear as he started to tense up before melting back into the hackers touch, breathing heavy as he laid limp against the bed. Thighs quaking as Sevens fingers carefully left his throbbing cunt, doing his best not to overstimulate the pregnant male. 

 

"We have to do that again at some point." Elliot hummed softly as a hand was set on the bump before rubbing in large, slow circles. 

 

He maybe didn't hate being pregnant as much anymore.

...

Notes:

Two Times' baby being named Belladonna isn't random.

Belladonna is another name for nightshade. yippee!!

Chapter 3: Stray mutt

Summary:

hope yall like this :3

When Elliot made his way into the main cabin, he was met with the other survivors, seated at the booths talking about... something probably. He didn't care enough to try and figure out what they were talking about. 

 

What he did notice, however, was how 7n7 was holding Belladonna. Absentmindedly burping her, and he held a conversation with ease. Clearly practiced, like he'd done it hundreds of times before, probably because he has, considering that C00lkidd was just a couple of months old when Seven found him on his doorstep. 

 

"Hey!! Come sit with us!" Noob eagerly motioned for Elliot to come over, moving further into the booth to make space for him. The next round was bound to start soon right? He spent so much time napping and in his room, he lost track of the carefully crafted mental schedule he'd made. 

 

He shuffled over and sat down as Noob started asking how his day was and plenty of other things, attempting to incorporate Elliot into the preexisting conversation, albeit a bit awkwardly. But at least she tried? 

 

Elliot found himself staring at the sequined tube top Noob had on, eyes drifting over the neon arm warmers and eventually settling at their pink and purple studded belts. Where'd he even get all these clothes? Most days she was sporting a simple blue sweater and green pants but on occasion, pulled out a flashy outfit like this. Yeah, it was nice but where was he getting it from?

 

Noob definitely noticed the staring, right? 

 

"W-what? M-miss your slim f-figure? Ha-" They said, meant obviously lightheartedly but were cut off midlaugh by a flick to their forehead by Shedletsky. 

 

"You can't say that to pregnant people, dummy." He scolds before apologizing on Noobs behalf to Elliot. 

 

Honestly, Elliot did find it funny but before he could even express that, Shedletsky had butt in. 

 

"I'm s-sorry, Elliot.." Noob said softly, clearly ashamed. The healer placed his hand on Noob's shoulder about to thank him and tell they that they were fine and he didnt mind, only for all of them to be teleported to a map, which would've been fine.. 

 

Except Elliot and Belladonna had teleported with them too. 

 

Elliot has spawned in next to 7n7, who was looking around as he grappled with the loss of the child that was just safely in his arms. 

 

"Fuck. D-do you think she's still in the cabin? What if she got brought here.. Elliot, Q-quick check your list." The hacker rambled as he brought up the C00lGUI, sidting though his available commands in the hope that one might tell him what happened with said 2 month old. "Fuck fuck fuck fuuuuckkk..." As he started running around the map, in hopes of finding her.

 

Elliot had settled at a generator nearby and pulled up his list before spotting the baby on there.

 

"Oh shit." He muttered. Depending on the killer, this would end real bad. But there wasn't much he could do. He was out of practice, and for sure much slower than he used to be. He sighed and resigned on fixing the generator in front of him.

 

At least I can do something about this...

 

After finishing, he used the generator to help him up, before walking around in hopes of finding another one to fix or at least another survivor to be with him. He looked around before catching someone limping away from what he could only assume was the killer, and did his best on running over.

 

He finally caught up with the person, who turned out to be Chance, tossing them a pizza, before turning to leave and being met face to face with 1x.

 

"My my, the pesky little pizza boy seems to have been bred thoroughly, huh?" She sneered. "I didn't take you for a slut but I'm sure working minimum wage had you doing side gigs similar to whoring yourself out, isn't that right mutt?" 

 

Elliot anxiously glanced over to Chance who was flipping their coin, clearly hoping for something good. 

 

"Answer me, slut." He snarled.

 

"I- uh- I... Fuck-" He couldn't stop stuttering, "Uh Y-yes??" 

 

"You poor thing, I bet a single thought can't even properly pass through that baby brain of yours." One of her hands settled on the bump and the other fully tugged his shirt off, swollen chest exposed to the cold night air and baby kicking slightly against their hand. "You look good like this. Much less of a menace to my plans. I should personally see to keeping you filled to the brim with babies."

 

Elliot's face burned, the belly rubs were gentle, a conscious effort to not hurt him or the baby. He looked behind 1x to see Chance still at that fucking coin. 1x followed his gaze before drawing his sword and swiftly killing Chance before turning back to Elliot with a grin.

 

 

"Now, I'm sure you're starving, pizza boy. pull out that box of yours." The pregnant male gulped before doing what the killer said, pizza box awkwardly in between their bodies. 1x picked Elliot up before sitting down on the grass below and opening the box, grabbing a slice and holding it up to Elliots mouth. "Eat, pet."

 

Nervously, he leaned forward and took a big bite, humming softly at the taste. He'd never really had a chance to eat the pizza himself but now he could see why people always asked regardless of health. His hand joined theirs on the bump, one of her claws slowly and carefully tracing stretch marks. 

 

"You're doing so good, mutt." They had set their head on Elliot's shoulder. "You're almost done with the box but I know that surely won't be enough for you."

 

He couldn't tell if the comment was lighthearted or an insult and before he could ask, the timer ran out. He found himself adjusting his eyes to the change from moonlight to the harsh yellow of the florescent bulbs of the cabin, the sound of talking loud around him but he was too tired to care.

 

He looked around for a person before sighing and getting up, albeit with a struggle. He could see Two Time bouncing Belladonna in their arms softly, as she drank milk, very much unaware of the stress she'd caused everyone. He jumped at the feeling on a hand on his shoulder, turning to see Seven. 

 

"You ok? Chance said you ran into 1x. Are you hurt?" Concern was heavy in his voice, same with guilt, like he was to blame for Elliot wandering away.

 

"I'm fine, she was feeling rather calm tod- Hey bud... you good? You're kinda... cryin." 

 

Kinda was a major understatement. 007n7 was full on sobbing. 7n7 gave him a hug as he continued to cry.

 

"I- I t-thought you were d-dead. I'm so sorry, Elliot. I shouldn't have left." He sobbed softly. Elliot could feel tears prick in his eyes at the sight.

 

Stupid fucking hormones. 

 

"Sev, you know it's not your job to take care of me, right? I was fine on my own." Elliot pried 7n7 off of him, before giving him a small pat on the back, awkwardly. He really didn't know what to do.

 

"I guess so but ugh I'm sorry you must be tired. I'll let you go off to bed. I'm sorry." The ex-hacker sniffled. 

 

"Right..." Elliot waved as he walked into the kitchen, grabbing the food he originally left his cabin for, even though he really wasn't all too hungry anymore, before retiring to his room.

 

He wormed under the covers and quickly fell asleep, his interaction with 1x replaying in his head as he drifted off.

 

Odd...

Chapter 4: Regret

After that round, Two Time started spawning into rounds with Belladonna and to keep their hands free, they began to use their scarf as a baby sling. In calmer rounds, Two Time would sit by a finished generator and coo at her, watching her face light up, just about as oblivious to her danger as her parent. 

 

A couple of days later, midround and wandering, Two Time was mindlessly walking around, trying to spot the killer, efforts however fruitless. They hummed and settled in a corner with the baby and watched as Builderman walked past, wounded. He haphazardly set up a dispenser and sat down next to Two Time. 

 

“Have you seen the killer yet?” He panted. They shook their head.

 

“However, I’m assuming that you have.” 

 

“Very funny.” He muttered. “They’re new. Different. Weird tentacle thi-!” 

 

Their eyes widened as one of the said appendages grabbed the older mans ankle, yanking him away. 

 

“ HA HAH- CAN YOU BELIEVE THE POOR MAN THOUGHT HE COULD HIDE FROM US?? ” The voice harsh and raspy. 

 

Wait… Us?? What’d they mean by us?

 

They didn't dare move and the baby seemed to sense that, stopping her sounds and keeping her head pressed against their chest.

 

Their breath hitched as heavy footsteps started to get closer, Belladonna hiding her face in her parents chest. 

 

Maybe sitting in a corner wasn't the best idea. It was far too risky to make a run for it but maybe it'd be better than whatever unknown risk was about to round the corner. They carefully pushed themselves up, keeping themselves in a crouch and maybe they’d get away unharmed. 

 

Until Belladonna decided this was the perfect time to start babbling like she had something to say. 

 

“IT MUST BE OUR LUCKY DAY, AZURE!! SEEMS WE HAVE ANOTHER PEST TO EXERMINATE!!”

 

A… Azure?

 

They froze. There was no way it was their Azure… right? They didn’t notice they were crying until they took a harsh inhale.

 

“F-fuck..” They wiped the tears away and fell back onto the grass, back hitting the concrete wall a bit too rough. Their head turned as they watched the aforementioned tentacles peeked out of the corner first, killer quickly following behind. The baby pressed against their torso started to cry as she felt her parents heart rate rise.

 

That shawl. That fucking shawl! 

 

Their eyes widened as they looked closer at the being in front of them. 

 

The purple eyes stared down at them with such hatred, it rivaled 1x’s.

 

The tattered shawl was all they could think about. They had gifted it to Azure for his 19th birthday. They… What day was it? Thursdays Two Time joined Azure in the garden, hot sun beating down on them both as they work diligently for The Spawn, the shawl a present to prevent sunburns considering how much more time he spent out there. Out in the garden. It got so cold at night. It was night, right? Was it always this cold? Were they still crying? Was he still gone? 

 

A sharp cry from the 5 month old snapped them out of the spiral, and that's what brought their attention to how the killer, their Azure, their beloved Azurewrath, was unraveling the baby from the scarf wrapped around their naval. Lifting the baby with gentle care as she continued to flail and cry, scared of the unfamiliar figure.

 

“D-don’t hurt her..” They sat up, arms cautiously held out in case she was dropped. 

 

“KILL THEM!! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?” The voice yelled, now easily pinpointed to his hat. 

 

Azure sat down next to Two Time, setting Belladonna down on his chest as she started to settle down. Azure reaching up and grabbing the hat before tossing it to the other side of the wall and humming softly, the baby's tail wagging slowly. 

 

“Aren’t you going to kill me?” They muttered, instantly regretting opening their mouth but Azure shook his head before lifting one hand and signing a question.

 

“What’s her name?” 

 

“Belladonna…” They fidgeted with the end of their scarf, forcing themselves to keep looking at their ex-partner for the sake of not missing anything he'd sign. A small smile formed on his face.

 

“You remembered.”

 

“O-of course I did! I wouldn’t dare forget.” They sat up eagerly as they said it. His hand went up to pet Two Time's hair and they found themself smiling. 

 

“She seems to like you. I didn’t expect that. She’s never met anyone other than the other survivors. Well other killers obviously but she cant see them. Not like I’d want her to… I’m sorry.” The hand moved down to their cheek and wiped away their tears. “I thought it would work, Azure. I’m so sorry.” 

 

“When’d she appear?” Both hands worked now to convey his thoughts as the tendrils supported Belladonna from slipping.

 

“I had her.” They couldn’t help but feel guilty, like they could've stopped the Spectre from impregnating them. 

 

“She looks just like you.” Azure looked at the baby fondly. The statement was true for the most part, except one glaring difference.

 

Azure took note of the baby's eye color, a vibrant green which contradicted Two Time’s own black eyes. She cooed gently, tiny hand gripping Azure’s long hair. 

 

Two Time leaned against Azures’ shoulder, curling up into themself. This was nice. It was like they were a little family. Maybe they could have a baby together? They glanced up at the larger male and he seemed to know what they were thinking.

 

“Maybe next time. Not with her here.” They hummed in agreement as their eyes fluttered shut before waking up with a jolt as they felt the soft grass below them shift into the fabric cushions of the couch. Belladonna whined at the loss of warmth, now on her back as she squirmed. 

 

“I miss him too.” They lifted her up before settling into their room, laying her on the bed with them. 

 

They fell asleep with a soft smile on their face.

Chapter 5: Relax

Elliot watched from his window as Two Time went back to their cabin with a grin on their face.

 

At least they're happy.

 

He fell back into his chair and frowned, itching to do something, anything. Since the round ended, Guest and 007n7 would be coming by in a bit, bringing snacks and company. Which he loved, don’t get him wrong, it just got boring. 

 

He was closing in on his due date and they were trying to ease up on stress. It was great and he understood why but fuck if he wasnt bored. He pushed himself up from the plush armchair with a grunt and waddled over to his bed and carefully set himself down. 

 

A low growl coming from his stomach. Of course he was hungry, he was always hungry. He could only hope the two brought food. 

 

His fingers idly tapped against the bump as he turned to lay on his side. He wondered what his dad was doing. He was sure that his dad worried when he went missing but he also did most things around the pizzeria. Deliveries, waiting, cooking, cleaning, taking orders, he was always the first there and last to leave, prepping ingredients for the day and ordering supplies. 

 

He should've been a manager with how hard he worked, but he never bothered to ask. He knew how it’d look to new people and they probably hate him for it. Mr. Builder’s son, the manager. The statement alone reeked for nepotism. But how were they managing without him? With someone to take all of the brute work and pick up the shifts no one wanted. 

 

He missed always having something to do but with this baby, he loved the free time, he was just so used to doing more with his time. There was always a dish to be washed or an order to be taken. He was starting to miss the things he hated most, cleaning the bathrooms and refilling the soda machines. He felt useless just sitting around and there were only so many things he could clean in this cabin.

 

A knock grabbed him from his thoughts, hearing Guest announce himself and Seven entering and waiting to give Elliot time to cover up if he needed to. 

 

“How’ve you been, kid?” Guest sat down next to him on the bed, setting something down on the nightstand before gently rubbing his back, smiling as Elliot melted at the contact. 

 

“Bored.” Elliot turned to face the ex-soldier. “And starving, please tell me you brought food.”

 

7n7 came into view with a bag of snacks as well as a still hot container of food and a bloxy cola. 

 

Elliot smiled before pausing. 

 

“Who cooked?” 

 

“I did and Shed helped.” Seven reassured taking the container out of the bag and handing it to the healer. A grin on his face as he watched Elliot eagerly open the box and moan at the smell. “It’s chicken, rice and beans. We figured you were tired of the tenders and fries but if you want something else that's fine, or even something more.” He handed Elliot a fork and laughed softly as Elliot started to scarf the meal down.

 

The two older men knew how out of whack Elliot’s appetite has been with the baby and all and they couldn't help but feel bad when they left Elliot during rounds. Poor thing got so hungry, so fast, his food intake was starting to rival Shedletsky’s. Guest’s hand pet the top of Elliot’s head, normally he’d run his fingers through peoples hair but Elliots curls proved that too difficult to do comfortably. 

 

The room was a cozy quiet with the sounds of Elliot eating filling the empty air. Soft groans slipped through his parted lips, murmuring about how good the food was like he'd been starved.

 

“I'm going to talk to Builder after this to check up on the cribs’ progress. Should be almost done.” Guest said, filling the silence.

 

“Oh, me and Chance were talking and he said that they'd work on baby blankets for you and Two Time.” Elliot nodded as he leaned back against the mattress, food gone. 

 

“Fuck, this kid is getting huge.” He huffed, hand absentmindedly rubbing at the bump. 

 

“With how hungry you've been I'm not surprised. I'm sure they'll be awful chubby, but that'll just make them cuter.” Seven smiled, almost nostalgic. 

 

“That just means they'll be harder to push out.” Elliot muttered. Guest chuckled softly at that. “Glad you think that's funny.”

 

“Come on, shower time, kid.” The ex-soldier motioned for Elliot to get up and he groaned softly.

 

“Not even a shower, it's a nice bath. Taph used a couple of bombs to carve out a hole, Guest helped make a seal so it doesn't turn into just mud, and I can use my GUI to warm the water up.” Seven gave Elliot's calf a pat, urging him up. “Two Time even handmade flower extracts so it can smell nice.”

 

He let himself be tugged up as Guest left and Seven gathered his shower stuff.

 

…

 

“S-sev…” Elliot's face flushed as he panted softly. “Please…”

 

007n7 glanced away as he turned bright red. 

 

“I don't think it's safe, Ells.” 

 

“I need you right now,” He moaned softly, thighs pressed together in hopes for any friction. “Please, I- fuck!” His eyes rolled back as his nails dug into the soft ground beside him.

 

7n7 nervously glanced around before sighing and starting to strip down, joining Elliot in the pool.

 

The hacker wasn't going to lie, Elliot looked great like this. Being trapped here with back to back pregnancies happening right before his very eyes was not helping the pregnancy kink he spent so long repressing. Watching Elliot get round and plump with a baby reignited the baby fever that'd long laid dormant in his mind. His hands found Elliot's hips, bringing him closer. 

 

“Get out of the pool-bath-whatever.” Seven barely recognized his own voice with how low it rang in his ears. Eyes following every movement from the expecting male as he managed to push himself up and out of the body of water, laying back against the lush grass.

 

Once he got comfortable, 007n7 eagerly spread Elliot's plump thighs as he started to eat the pizza boy out. The slick sounds of Elliot's cunt only fueling the hacker's arousal, his thighs trembling as whimpers spilled from his mouth. 

 

“Mmh- Sev…” Breathless whines escaping Elliot as he did his best to try and rut against Sevens’ face. His own weight being what prevented the fruitfulness of his attempts.

 

As the pitch and frequency of the sounds increased, 7n7 took that as he was close and begrudgingly pulled away. Bringing himself out of the water and joining Elliot on the soft ground as he encouraged Elliot to roll onto his side, before slotting their legs together. One of Elliot's legs set on Sevens’ shoulder as he started grinding their cunts against each other.

 

“Oh shit Sev, keep going~” Elliot's breath hitching and catching in his throat. “I'm so close…” 

 

“Fuck- wish so bad I had a fat cock to choke you on. To breed you with. W-wanna fuck you stupid.” Seven snarled behind clenched teeth as he sped up, chasing his own orgasm.

 

Elliot shuddered as his climax crashed onto him, low moaning as he keened at the overstimulation. Thighs quivering as he panted heavily into the grass. 

 

“So good, Ells. So obedient.” 7n7 spoke with gritted teeth as he leaned down and marked up where he could. “Look so good all full and stuffed- I- Fuck Elliot-”

 

7n7 came, with a loud groan as a shiver ran down his spine.

 

.

 

.

 

.

 

“I'm hungry.” Elliot muttered.

 

007n7 let out a soft whine and nodded. Urging Elliot back into the bath to clean up. Sevens flicked slowly as he brought up the C00lGUI and raised the temperature of the water up a bit. Skilled hands massaging Elliot's back as he melted at the contact.

 

“Let's go get you some food.” 

 

Notes:

sry for the wait :/ i didnt get ao3 cursed, js bored but i promised you all id push through to feed you guys. hope yall like this. it might read as a bit rushed but i suck at pacing.

Chapter 6: Coping

It’d been months since Elliot gave birth, the baby still nameless. 

 

Elliot refused to look at it. Or him. A little boy with platinum blonde hair and Elliot’s blue eyes, his golden skin and freckles. Unlike Belladonna, there didn’t seem to be any traces of another person, the kid practically a carbon copy of the man. 

 

Elliot joined rounds and would lock himself in his room after, refusing to talk. While they fought to survive, glimpses of who he used to be shining through only for it to get ripped away when they spawned back in the cabin. With how well and put together he seemed when they first got trapped it was easy to forget Elliot was the second youngest, next to Noob. 

 

A carefully crafted confidence that seemed to be stripped during the pregnancy. 

 

He’d catch glances of the baby in passing, other survivors jokingly calling him Oregano and it seemingly stuck. Oftentimes it was Guest holding him, strong arms and a soft expression when talking to Oregano. 

 

He remembered when people spoke to him like he was the most important thing in the world. When people cared about how he felt and what he wanted, before this eternal damnation, even before the work grind. But now? It was his job to care. He had to care. If he didn't, who would? 

 

…

 

Elliot had wandered in on Two Time and Azure fucking many times. Most rounds with Azure were uneventful. This time was different. Two Time normally wandered away instantly during rounds with their lover but as of currently, they seemed stuck to Elliot’s side.

 

“Did you guys get into a fight or something?” He asked for the sake of filling the silence. Fingers tapping idly against the red plastic of a generator.

 

“Not in the slightest! The complete opposite, in fact!” Elliot's brow furrowed at that, urging Two Time to elaborate. “Oh, there he is!! Azure!! Over here, darling!” They motioned for the killer to come over.

 

His glowing purple eyes lit up upon seeing his partner and practically ran to them, lifting them up and grinning. 

 

“Azu, as much as I love this, put me down so we can discuss this with Elliot.” They said, peppering his face with kisses.

 

Once set down, Azure began signing to Two Time, far too fast for Elliot to keep up.

 

“No, no I haven't.” They replied, pausing to wait for a response. “She's in the cabin sleeping. The veteran offered to watch her since he'd already be behind supervising Oregano.” 

 

Elliot shrunk into himself upon hearing the baby's name. A reminder of the responsibility he'd ran from. Azure seemed to notice, opening his arms offering Elliot a hug. He shook his head before forcing himself into his prior stance. 

 

“What did you wanna talk about?” Elliot asked, voice a touch bitter but not enough for the cultist to notice.

 

“Oh right!” They exclaimed, “So we've seen how down you've been and I believe we have the perfect remedy for it!” Elliot tilted his head, wondering what they could possibly be talking about.

 

“Azure's a botanist but also an apothecary, so most herbs he cultivated were medicinal!” Elliot had no idea where this was going. “He believes he's pinpointed the source of your depressive episode and a solution!” 

 

Azure's hands rummaged underneath his shawl, glass bottles faintly clinked together before he brought up a small bag filled with jars. Some jams, dried teas, and even what seemed to be homemade sweets.

 

“How is this supposed to help?” He didn't mean for the words to come out so rudely but neither of them seemed to mind. He took the bag and Azure smiled, before starting to sign again.

 

“He said, it's most likely postpartum. Best way to treat it is to not isolate yourself and find things that bring you joy.” They waited a second before continuing. “It's ok to ask for help and need someone to talk to. Since there aren't many herbs and medicines he has access to here, he can't give you anything medicinal as an easy fix. The second best solution is therapy.” 

 

“I don't need therapy.” He huffed.

 

“But you still need to get your serotonin and dopamine levels up! And the easiest way to do that is intercourse!” They said, a manic grin plastered on their face.

 

“...” Elliot froze, brain working on processing what Two Time had just said. “What.”

 

“Sex!” Elliot went to walk away only for one of Azure's tentacles to wrap around his wrist, making him freeze. The appendage slick and cold against his skin making him shiver. 

 

“D-don’t…” He didn’t mean to sound so breathless. It’d been so long since he’d had any physical contact. Too long. Touchstarved was an understatement. He was practically malnourished. His heart pounding as he felt his face heat up. 

 

Azure smirked at the response while Two Time grabbed Elliot’s other wrist, dragging him close. 

 

“Fuuuuckk…” The healer muttered breathlessly. His legs felt weak and he whimpered as Two Time brought him into a full-on hug, painfully aware of the way their thigh wormed its way in between his own legs. 

 

Azure coming up from behind, wrapping his strong arms around Elliot’s waist, hands massaging Elliot’s chubby belly. Elliot’s head fell back onto Azure’s shoulder as he let out soft whines, hips ever so slightly rocking forward onto Two Time’s thigh. His head was reeling, the months of lack of touch and now being flooded with it, if he didn't know any better, he’d think he was losing his mind. 

 

A weak guttural moan spilling from his lips as he felt Azure and Two Time lean further into him, their lips meeting in the middle as they started to make out like he wasn’t there. His arms lifting to the cultists waist, rubbing their sides while the killer started to nip at Elliot’s neck. He was going crazy, huh. His face felt like it was on fire. 

 

“You look so handsome like this,” Two Time watched as the man between them and their lover soaked in the praise like a sponge, practically keening as the words. “So good for us, such a good listener. I know Azures’ always loved a bit of pudge to grab but I struggle with gaining.” 

 

As if to confirm what they said, Azure hummed, teeth grazing Elliot’s jugular. 

 

He felt himself being lowered, the two taking advantage of how his legs had basically given out from the pleasure flooding him. Elliot let out a breathy whine as he felt Azure’s hands leave his core and the comforting pressure ease up. Two Time set their head on the younger’s shoulder, probably watching their partner.

 

“My, my Azure. How filthy.” They state, voice dripping with interest, the last two words whispered into Elliots’ ear, cold fingertips teasing the hem of his red shirt. “It seems my flower wants you to sit on his face, Ells. How do you feel about that?”

 

Elliot shuddered at the low tone, nodding before confirming with an eager ‘yes’. Two Time’s lithe hands undoing his slacks as Azure tugged his red shirt over his head. When he was fully undressed, the killer laid on his back as Elliot straddled his head with his thighs, Two Time sitting in front of Elliot, nude as well. 

 

They carefully line themselves up with their partners cock, holding themselves steady as they sank down, Azure starting to lick wide strips up his cunt.

 

Cupping his face in their hands, the cultist brought Elliot forward before kissing him deeply, Azure's tongue excitedly delving into his soaked cunt, hands tugging him onto his face further while massaging the younger's plump thighs. 

 

“Mmngh- Two…” Two Time giggled at how the thoughts seemed to melt away with Azure's careful movements.  

 

“You're doing so good, Elliot. So reactive~” They cooed, starting to push themselves up and down on Azure's member. “Are you enjoying yourself, Azu?” 

 

Their response was low growls as his hips started to thrust up to meet Two Times. 

 

Two Time really was the mastermind behind this plan, their days with the Spawn exposed them to many women post birth, who had left the church grounds to start their families with husbands that also praised Spawn and after labor it was traditional for mother and child to return to grounds for the blessing ritual of the child and a chance to recover from the strain on their bodies. More than once, someone waited too long to come back after labor and was terribly down. Far too many of those traits were visible in the healer and they were ashamed at how long it took them to notice. Back there they'd call it retethering. Reigning your connection to their god and ensuring your belief was strong. 

 

For severe cases like Elliot’s, much more work was required for retethering. Massaging and ample rest was clearly not going to be enough. They wanted to do what they could to help, hopefully if they did well enough, they'd get Elliot to convert! 

 

Elliot's chest heaving as he panted heavily as Azure continued to dig in like this was the best meal he'd ever had. Sharp nails dug into the plush skin, minimal give as they sank in, small beads of blood prickled at the wounds. 

 

His thighs shaking as the knot in his stomach sat heavier, inching closer to a climax as Two Time brought their hand down to Elliot’s enlarged clit, messing with the sensitive bud between their fingertips. Elliot leaning forward, claiming Two Times lips and drinking in their moans. 

 

Azures thrusts up becoming more erratic as he got closer to an orgasm, intending to stuff Two Time full. Sure they didn't put on weight, but their endurance more than made up for that. Elliot mewled into Two Times mouth as he started to rut down onto Azure face. Two Time clenched around their partners cock as they came, pulling away from Elliot as they focused on riding out their climax and the delivery mans eyes looked over the cultist. Flushed and sweaty as they tensed up, shuddering as they bottomed out, Azure following close after. 

 

The groan the killer let out drove Elliot over the edge, slick flooding Azures mouth as the healer keened, back arching. 

 

Elliot shakily moved off of the gardener before helping Two Time off as well, hole dripping as they snuggled up to Elliot. Azure joining, hands back to messing with Elliot’s pudgy belly and soft thighs.

 

…

 

007n7 was ecstatic, warmth spreading through his groin as he realized what his cramps and nausea meant. 

 

Holy shit, he was finally pregnant. He couldn't even put into words how envious he found himself. He didn’t even know how. He didn't care. Why question a good thing? 

 

Ignoring this breeding kink for so long wasn't good. So deprived of this pleasure. Cunt throbbing as he thought about how big he'd get, how he'd be doted on like the other two, he'd have to tell the other when they came back from the round but until then, he'd give into his growing arousal.