#Mpreg alone

[innerthighfest]

Final Stretch

The quiet hum of the fridge was all that filled the air. The blinds weren't drawn fully, letting soft sunlight filter in through the cracks, casting a warm glow over the room. It was peaceful, almost too peaceful. At 27, He never expected to find himself at this stage of his life; Yet here he was, living alone and 9 months pregnant—a round, swollen reminder of the life he was about to welcome into the world.

He sat on the edge of his bed for a moment, just staring at the floor, feeling the weight of his stomach pushing him forward. He rubbed his belly. The baby, as if responding to his touch, kicked—soft but insistent. The movement startled him, making his heart race so early in the morning. The baby had been kicking more frequently lately, more forcefully now. It was running out of room.

He exhaled, trying to push the discomfort aside. The ache in his lower back and the pressure in his pelvis were constant. But today, for some reason, it felt worse. Everything felt more difficult. The simple act of getting out of bed now took more effort than it used to.

With a grunt, he slowly pushed himself to his feet. His legs trembled, and he had to grab the edge of the bed to steady himself. Every step felt like an uphill battle. His body, stretched to its limits and protested with each movement. He proceeded forward, the weight of his belly causing him to lean slightly backward to counteract the weight, his back aching with each awkward step.

The bathroom seemed miles away. He shuffled toward it, holding his stomach as if it might collapse under its own weight. His belly, impossibly round, swayed with every movement, and his hips were sore. It had become a task in itself to walk from one room to the next with no support.

He made it to the bathroom. His reflection stared back at him: His shirt clung to his skin, tight over the curve of his abdomen. It was strange to look at himself like this—so different from who he had been just months ago. His face was a bit flushed, and his hair a little messier than usual.

His breath caught as he felt another sharp kick. He winced, his hand automatically pressing against his belly. The baby moved again, more persistently this time, as if reminding him it was there. He let out a small chuckle to himself, the sensation comforting, but also a little overwhelming. "Hsss, easy now,” he muttered, rubbing his belly in soothing circles.

His bathroom routine had become increasingly difficult. Even brushing his teeth now required him to lean against the counter for balance. His swollen belly rested atop the sink's ledge, providing relief for his back.

When he was done, he turned slowly, his feet sore from the minimal walking he��d done so far. He made his way to the kitchen, each step slow and deliberate. It was hard to ignore the weight pressing down on him, making everything seem like such a monumental task. Reaching up to grab a cereal bowl felt like a stretch—his whole midsection pushed forward, the skin taut as he reached higher.

As he poured cereal into the bowl, the baby kicked again, stronger this time, and He stumbled back, one hand instinctively going to his belly. He breathed through it, trying to focus on the sensation instead of the discomfort it caused, but it was hard to concentrate. He had so much on his mind, and the baby’s movements only seemed to distract him more. He rested his hands on the countertop, trying to compose himself.

Every time the baby moved it sent a wave of emotion through him. Excitement, fear, hope, all mixed together. He couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel when the baby was finally in his arms, when he wasn’t carrying this incredible weight all in his heavily pregnant belly. But for now, it was a constant, like a ticking clock—reminding him with every shift and nudge that it wouldn’t be long before the baby arrived.

After breakfast, He slowly made his way to his desk. The chair loomed in front of him, and the thought of sitting down was relieving. His belly felt in the way, the roundness of it pressing against the edge of the desk as he tried to adjust himself. He had to tilt slightly to the side to avoid having his stomach pressed up against the hard surface.

He pulled his chair forward, his belly wedged firmly between his legs and the desk. His legs felt stiff, and he had to readjust several times before he was comfortable. It was nearly impossible to maintain good posture. The curve of his belly made it hard to find a comfortable position. His back ached, and the pressure on his abdomen didn’t help. Every time he shifted, it felt like the baby was going to kick him out of his chair.

He groaned softly as he tried to focus on the documents in front of him, but it was difficult. Every few minutes, the baby moved again, making it hard to concentrate. He placed both hands on his belly, rubbing it absentmindedly, hoping the baby would settle down. But each time, there was a strong nudge and a tightening of his skin. He sighed and leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes for a moment.

It wasn’t just the baby’s movements that distracted him—it was the overwhelming physical toll of being this pregnant. The discomfort, the constant awareness of his own body, the soreness in his joints—it was exhausting. His big baby belly felt hot to the touch.

He continued to rub his belly, feeling the baby shift inside. It was a reminder that no matter how hard today was, it would soon be over. The thought brought some comfort, even if the physical strain felt impossible to push past.

For now, though, He had to keep going. One step at a time, he had to keep going to support his baby. Even if he felt like he couldn’t do it anymore. He would. Because the baby was coming and his life would change forever.

But for today it was enough to sit back and let his hands rest on his belly, awaiting the next kick.

[arrowheadedbitch]

I now have the idea in my head of class 1a doing a fun little make up a song on the spot game where you get a random word and you have to make up a song about it while Jirou plays the backing track (most of it is just hilariously bad songs with baller as hell guitar in the background)

Mineta managed to sneak a paper with the inspiration word "sex" into the hat while no one was looking and Denki draws it

They try to make him redraw but end up agreeing to let him keep the word as long as he's kind of classy about it and agrees to at least try to have a little nuance or whatever

He improvises the song Juno, as Sabrina Carpenter doesn't exist in mha so it's free game and I'm a sucker for the idea of someone improvising a really good song when you thought they'd me shit (at one point mineta heckles that Kaminari is being too tame [he is definitely not] and demands he at least works the word horny in or something, give him something to work with! And that's when he works in the "I'm so fucking hoorny" line lol)

Everyone freaks out, of course, and Mina totes recorded the whole thing. When they ask who tf Juno is, he just says that he chose the reference because he knew for a fact none of them would get it

Eventually, after days of being begged to tell them who Juno is, he is finally bribed with Endeavor's credit card (not by Todoroki but by someone who convinced Todoroki to let them borrow it, which was NOT hard lmao) he finally tells them "Juno is an American movie about teenage pregnancy" and they all lose their minds

Sorry, had to get this out of my head somehow

[mushroomnoodles]

Can we have more of the #vamparents pleaseeeeee pleaseeeeeee 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🧛‍♂️🧛‍♀️

tw/cw for sfw and non kink mpreg

simon probably should not be seeing movement from the outside this early, esp not that strongly, but he and betty wanted their little miracle so badly for so long he's willing to overlook the abrnomality for now

[themintman]

[lesbians4armand]

The vampires trying to name a baby would be insaaaaaaane. Daniel suggesting names like Jennifer, George, top 100 stuff before lestat chimes in with the idea of naming the baby Limoncello Lumiere Bonjovi Molloy. I don't even want to think of what Armand (well known for his name-based identity issues) would suggest

THEM PICKING OUT BABY NAMES 🥹🥹

“Limoncello Lumiere Bonjovi Molloy” LESTAT WOULD!!

I so agree on Armand being so Bad At Names but I like to think they go for something a little fancier than Jennifer. Just in case the baby is a vampire they don’t want to be called The Vampire Jennifer.

The name likely would end up being something more French or Italian, and in fact I actually have a list of names I think sound vampire-y already, funnily enough. If I were to write this au (which im being persuaded to do even more with every ask) I will likely use one.

I have more girl names than boy names and the girls ones sound cooler, so the baby will likely be a girl in my mind, named something like Francesca, Marian, Cassandra, or even something wilder like Lucrezia, Evangeline or Ophelia (I’m with Lestat on baby names I’m afraid)

Maybe Daniel would prefer something more common or classic, but this is Interview with the Vampire, the names have to be incredibly bizarre and outrageously gothy, as Anne Rice intended

[carlyraejepsans]

saw your most recent post about really good fics that contain uncomfortable kinks and i immediately thought "ah, biscia must be reading the mpreg soriel fic" and almost left a reply talking about it but i stopped myself because i realized that would be an insane assumption to make. needless to say i felt so vindicated when i saw you link it in an earlier post.

like. HELLO?

HELLO???????

[clefablepb]

actual awful thing my classmate i refuse to call a friend (/j) drew on the school table with a corrector pen: pregnant henry stickmin with his wife bill cipher and their demonic stickman-triangle hybrid satanic children. i am in tears.

[mothshrooms-7]

i need jack manhattan pregnant NOW

[freckliedan]

Slightly crossfaded rn thinking about that one WAD promo Instagram live where someone said 'dan Howell breeding kink" in the chat and for some fucking bizarre reason he read it out loud. And then he got so flustered he couldn't form a single coherent thought for like a full 30 seconds. Rotating it in my mind like a microwave

excuse me fucking what. i was not very present during WAD tour era are you for fucking real right now.

[deliciouskeys]

I did some smoll doodles about Lena :") (sorry for bad quality T.T)

This canon divergence has taken on a life of its own ahhh!! Your art is adorable, it has this fluid quality to it that I love 🥹🥰 🥰🥰🥰🥰

The transition from child to teen ahaha, I feel for them, poor dads. I also just spent minutes considering how Lena got her piercings and decided it’s possible if she did them herself. Because you know HL wouldn’t oblige with anything outside of the traditional lobe area. But he let her do it, pushover parent that he is.

This is all accurate, Chatlander said so.

[scoliosisgoblin]

@aubreyisyn asks that you draw blue giving birth.

i am so sorry

idk how I'd go about drawing him giving birth so here's him in the delivery room

[kiptsune]

Merry Pups

Alfhilde's streams and Fredrik's streams are a bad influence /jk

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[4ssdestroyer5000]

Yesterday was her birthday, say happy birthday to the pretty lady🎈🎈🎈

I'm in love with the birthday girl♥️♥️♥️

[stormio2407]

So, Rita will be with Ava during birth, but what about his previous children? Was Ava alone (with Midwife of course) while giving birth?

Before Silene and Mherick came in the picture, Avalon delivered the cherubs with his old partner (which, I don’t have a concept for atm. ;u;)

When his partner was no longer there, he did most of his deliveries with another midwife- a regular angel. Silene didn’t start helping him until centuries later. :U

This unknown angel was only there to make sure Ava doesn’t form a bond with his kids. She barely did the “midwife” part anyways.

Other angels were told not to help him, so he just made due with his situation.

[scoups4lyfe]

Hey Scoups. Firstly good to be back analysing, how've you been? Secondly I feel like I misinterpreted the Mum's statement about not eating their candy. Since the Mum's a hooman (sorry for the spoilers but it was in the marketing stuff) I thought she meant not eating the human candy but everyone seems to interpret it as not eating the Dark Candy (which is totally valid... and something Gavv's definitely gonna do for a berserk form). Personally I still think she meant the yummy hooman candy. Especially with Gavv's comment about living there now. I interpreted that as him talking about not being able to go back to the World of the Tummy Mouths. I also am curious about Shouma's Gavv being different, especially since the monster that Hanto drew has a red belt as well. Also I get the use of munchkin since it sounds cuter but I think minion might be more accurate since my headcanon is that he's using the word the other aliens use for a similar thing. Kinda like the idea of this fish outta water kid using the wording of the evil guys cause he doesn't realise the connotations. Got some other thoughts but they can wait until the end of ep.

I’ve been good kongu, hope you been good as well :))

And OH??

Eating human candy…..👁️👁️

Also, no worries, I already knew she was human so no spoilers there :33

I like your minion headcanon >:]

I’m really curious about Shouma’s backstory, and the species lore like—

DROP IT NOW TOEI!!!

>:O

[luxroyalty]

I really like the aus where Bruce is isolated from the rest of the batfamily for some reason. Maybe some of them are busy, and some of them are angry at him - or some are angry and the rest are striking out of love for the angry members - it’s so fun??

And then, of course, Bruce is badly hurt because he’s so isolated. Acts recklessly because he’s alone, or maybe things just go badly - or maybe he calls for help and for whatever reason no one answers him.

Bruce is along, and hurt and then after when his family find out they are hit with guilt and pain.

(And after everything they actually talk to each other and deal with the situation in a slightly more healthy way.)