#mpreg child birth

[peridotamethyst]

Fat dilf x immortal shapeshifting deity old man yaoi mpreg child birth

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Hey-O! So about that Varian Reborn au, hm ok for an au let’s call it, The Prince of Hell au. second you wanna do a storyline of it? I’ll go first

Pain, pain was all he felt as he laid there in his machine. Gasping for air as the black rock stayed through his middle. He didn’t know how it all went wrong, his plan was supposed to be simple. Well as simple as a plan is when you kidnap a ruler of the land. He wasn’t going to actually harm her though he was only meant to use her as a means to get the princess to agree to his terms. 

His father would be set free, Rapunzel would get her mom back, they both would leave, never set foot in Corona again and live out the rest of their lives as if this incident never happened. Obviously that did not happen, as he and Rapunzel battled a large black rock, got him from behind and impaled him right through his suit. Now as he laid there taking in as many breaths as he could before his final curtain call all he could feel in his heart was regret. Regret for how his plan went, regret for trapping his father, regret for ever even going near the rocks, but most importantly regret for ever putting his trust and friendship into the princess! That horrible, backstabbing princess! 

Slowly but surely his breath became more shallow and his vision started to black. As his eyelids became heavier he heard the door to his robot suit rip open and someone started to yell. He couldn’t make out much words but there was one word he did hear before he closed his eyes for the final time

“VARIAN!!!” 

Finally he was in complete darkness. 

He didn’t know how long he was there, it didn't feel too long but then again it was hard to keep track of time in a void of complete nothingness. 

However, eventually there was a light at the end, however small. Varian felt himself go nearer the light even though he had no feeling or movement in his body, he just felt it. So as he got closer and the light grew he heard a voice, or well voices, multiple of them. they weren’t clear but he could hear them like they were speaking underwater. Then suddenly and without warning, he felt as though he was being grabbed and surged forward into the light.

Adam screamed, fuck this hurt so bad. It never got any easier.

Doctor: You are almost there your majesty, just a couple more pushes and your baby will be here.

Lucifer: Our boy is almost here love.

Lucifer kissed his husband's forehead, this was going to be their sixth child and the royal family couldn't be happier. Apple, Lily, Lucas, Thomas, and Avery were with Charlie as the latest addition to the family came into the world.

Adam: Ow! It fucking hurts!

Adam gave one last final push before all the pain stopped and their baby was here. The new baby boy cried to indicate that he made it.

Doctor: He's here!

Adam: Fucking finally.

Adam was exhausted and slumped in the bed. He smiled when he was finally handed his baby.

Lucifer: He's perfect.

Adam: Yeah.

Doctor: Have you picked a name yet?

Adam and Lucifer shared a look with each other and nodded.

Adam: Varian Morningstar.

((I hope this is what you were going for))

[screechingfromthevoid]

Okay but somehow the champions or extremely trusted followers get to raise the little god babies.

First off that's SO many kids in Vox Machina. My initial thought was the matron being raised by Vax like Purvan helped raise Emirah.

But then I thought about Pike and her connection to the Everlight (and allegedly they might be distantly related 👀) so I think the Everlight would go to Pike.

THEN I thought about Vex's connection to the Dawn Father. And sure there are probably people more qualified, but Vex does have his blessing. And the Dawn Father thinks about Aiden then. His softness, his kindness, and made the decision that if he could be raised in close proximity to his siblings, he would.

Second, I think the Stormlord would go to Yasha (and Beau. They wanted to adopt anyway) because of her devotion and her celestial blood.

And in the same vein as the Dawn Father and Aiden, the Wild Mother would go to Caduceus. He and his family had been so good to her. And she'd be raised so close to at least one of her siblings.

Idk I think that'd be neat

[haredjarris]

we all talk about louis's post partum/post natal depression with madeleine. and it's such a deep well to mine and fascinating i agree

but what about lestat's post partum/post natal depression with nicki?

"Numbly I watched them going... Not even the fire on the hearth warmed me when I returned to it. Emptiness here... quiet, and the realization, which I could not bring myself to confess to her, the realization gnawing at my insides like a starved animal- that I couldn't stand the sight of him now." (The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice, page 263, Warner Books edition 1996)

if that's not a post-creation depression i don't know what is

[babyboywinchester]

How long does Dean wait to knock up Sam. Like after Sam gives birth how long does he wait before impregnating him again? A few months at least to give Sam time to recover? A month?

You can bleed up to 6 weeks after giving birth.

Dean gets Sam pregnant 7 weeks after he gives birth.

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

acotar mothers and their baby daddies

cassian is having rhysand’s kid

rhysand is having tamlin’s kid

tamlin is having lucien’s kid

lucien is having cassian’s kid (stay with me now)

azriel is having eris’ kid

eris is also having cassian’s kid

[glitterguts13]

Can you imagine Aether being a surrogate for Zhongli and Childe.

When it's time for him to give birth, both Zhongli and Childe hold his thighs wide as he pushes their offspring into the world.

ihfosfsdf yes???

The decision had been an easy one, Aether didn't think twice about accepting to help his dear friends. When the couple had come to him, sharing nervous glances, asking if he would consider, possibly, carrying a child for them, Aether had agreed almost instantly. The contract had been drawn up, signed, and set in stone before the day had ended, and it was less than four months before Aether started to show signs that their "coupling" had been fruitful.

For nine months, he'd happily carried their child, secretly indulging in just how pampered Childe and Zhongli made sure he was. It was nice to take a break, and in all honestly, it was much needed. Aether wanted nothing more than to find his sister, but in all the time of searching, he'd grown tired, body reaching its limit. Now, he was resting properly, eating three meals a day, and hadn't touched a sword in months.

The regret hadn't started to set in till now, and it was hitting harder than he'd expected.

"Easy now, take a deep breath." Baizhu soothes, dutifully sitting at the edge of the bed, sharp eyes flickering between Aether's dripping hole and his sweat-soaked face. Aether writhed in pain, belly clenching around the unborn child he carried, each moment dragging by at an agonizing pace.

"You're almost there, just a bit longer." Childe runs a damp cloth along Aether's cheeks, cooling the burn for just a moment. Zhongli is also by his side, calm and stoic as always, one hand resting protectively over Aether's aching belly, the other holding tight to his trembling hand.

"Alright," Baizhu shifts, drawing closer to Aether's exposed form, "It's time to start pushing. Are you ready Aether?"

"No!" he cries out, head falling back against his pillow. Childe hooks one arm under Aether's knee, and Zhongli the same, drawing his legs back and widening his narrow hips. Aether cries out, the sudden spread of his hips causes the baby to drop lower, head pressing against the tight ring of muscles.

"Deep breath Aether, you're almost done," Baizhu drips some oil over his hole, running the lubricant around the rim and helping it to stretch around the baby's emerging head.

The burn was intense, Aether's vision swimming as the pain continued to grow. Childe pulls his thigh back more, the tendons in his hips aching. Lowering his chin to his chest, Aether pushes, finally giving into the urge. Nothing much happens, and again and again, he bares down, howling in agony as the pup slowly pushes free.

"Childe, they have your hair." Zhongli marvels, eyes glimmering at the sight of damp, messy red hair.

"Holy shit, they do." Childe grins widely, turning back to Aether and giving his thigh a gentle squeeze.

"Almost there Aether, keep it up." Baizhu guides the head, chuckling as it pops free, Aether squealing in protest, trying his hardest to close his legs. However, the former Archon and Fatui Harbenger are far stronger, they don't even flinch as he struggles to pull away from their iron grip.

"Get it out! Please!" Aether wails, clawing at the sheets under him, screaming as the baby shifts inside of him, the shoulders sliding free with a gentle tug.

"It's a boy, congratulations." Baizhu quickly sets to work cleaning up the squalling infant, while Childe and Zhongli release their grip, helping Aether to adjust more comfortably. The exhausted young man goes limp, trembling from the aftershocks of pain, but relieved the baby was born healthy.

"Thank you, Aether, thank you so much," Childe whispers, pressing the cold, damp cloth to his burning cheeks once more. Aether nods, exhausted, watching as Baizhu places the crying newborn into Zhongli's waiting arms.

"You have no idea how happy you've made us."

Aether chuckles weakly, closing his eyes and letting sleep overtake him.

"Anything for my friends."

[hecateisalesbian]

mpreg is lwk disgusting to me but not because it’s m but because it’s preg

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Future Evesworld Au @fanofstuff01

Babies are Coming!

-

Adam: How will I know when it's time to have them?

Bel smiled gently as she did an ultrasound, Adam was 8 and half months pregnant with the twins now.

Bel: Well, everything is looking really good. We'll likely do a C-section within another week or two. It's good to let them back for as long as possible.

Lucifer held Adams hand: You make them sound like a pie.

Bel: Well, when it comes to babies and baking, it doesn't hurt to leave them in a little longer to be sure everything is ready.

Adam fixed his shirt and sat up smoothing his hands over his very pregnant belly, he was just worried something would go wrong. He couldn't even bend down to tie his shoes let alone get away from something bad happening.

Lucifer helped him down from the examination table and they walked out.

Lucifer: Everything will be fine love.

Adam: I know but.....

Maybe he's just too in his head about this, he has Lucifer and some of the best doctors to help him.

Lucifer: It's okay, these are our first children it's normal to be nervous. And besides, I'll be right there with you.

Adam smiled, it was probably first time parent jitters.

- 1 Week Later -

Adam was feeling pains in his abdomen and Lucifer rushed him to Bel. She told them this is likely the closest thing he will feel to labor.

If his mother were alive he'd hug her so tight, Adam wished that she could be here to meet her grandkids.

Lucifer: You're doing great my love.

Adam only smiled, he couldn't feel anything, Bel had him so numbed up and there was a curtain so he couldn't see.

The sound of babies crying filled the air.

Bel: Lucifer, would you like to cut the cords?

Lucifer: Of course.

He did so and they cleaned the twins up and closed Adam up.

Bel came over and handed the twins over: One girl and one boy.

Adam held them, they were so small and precious, his visor filled with digital tears.

Adam: They're beautiful Luci.

[sophiabophie12]

toonie doodles.

1. Toonka holds Toonie

2. Baby Toonie

3. Toonie playing cars

4. Toonka playing Toonie

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[sagefinite]

Birthing children with @vwiolets

[mdemn]

@demonzriti commissioned me to write this little silly fic for @sametrapeni the other day. it’s really just 1,065 words of crack mpreg!sam/paulie.

i’ve never written anything like it, but with the week i’ve been having, it was so refreshing & fun to write! i hope i did the idea justice for you & i hope it can bring a smile to @sametrapeni’s face! they’re lucky for a partner like you!! <33

read & enjoy if that’s your thing! and if it’s not but you have a self-indulgent thing (no matter how silly you think it is!) you’d like for me to write for you, check out my kofi! & my ao3 for writing refs & commission rules! but know there’s really very little i wouldn’t write & can/will do other fandoms!

Paulie walks his fingers over Sam’s tummy, and Sam won’t ever admit it, but it’s the number one thing he’ll miss the most about the pregnancy.

Though lucky for Sam, he doesn’t have to, because Paulie does it for him. “I’ll miss this.” Paulie mutters, flattening his hand to rub over the hard lump where the baby’s resting. “Feelin’ ‘em in here like this. Knownin’ you’re really carryin’ ‘em. Our baby.”

Sam rolls his eyes, fighting the smile tugging at his lips. “I won’t. This shit is for th’ birds.”

Paulie laughs, loud and full, and at this Sam does smile. It’s impossible not to.

“Sam, I—“

Sam cuts Paulie’s words off with a groan, loud and long. He tilts his head back against the headboard and cradles his stomach. He sighs through his teeth, he can almost feel his eye twitching as the pain radiates through his lower back.

“Sam? Sammy? Hey, what’s wr—“

“Shut up, Paulie.” Sam grits out, like every word takes incredible effort.

Paulie’s alarm only grows as he sits up. He looks down at Sam and Sam contemplates punching Paulie right upside the head. Sam has begun to sweat just a little, his thick eyebrows furrowed in concentration. His breathing is labored and concentrated.

“It’s. I think.” Sam takes a deep breath, groaning through the pain again, “Christ. Christ, Paulie. I think it’s time.”

“Time? For what? Sammy, time for what?” Paulie asks, his voice raising in alarm with each question.

Sam looks at him with a flat affect. And again, he considers hitting Paulie.

“Oh, I don’t know, Paulie. Time for some fuckin’ tea and cakes, maybe? Maybe time to go for a light stroll? Maybe time for a shower? Jesus Christ. I think the baby’s coming you fuckin’ dunce!” Sam yells, his eyes slipping back closed, his breathing laboring even more with every breath.

The panic shows on Paulie’s face as he throws the blanket off of them. “What?”

“Paulie. Don’t piss me off.” Sam answers, his voice still on edge.

Another contraction hits Sam and this time he groans loudly, bringing his knees up. He nearly screams, his hand slipping under his shirt to rub at the skin of his taunt stomach. The baby is much lower than it had been previously. And Sam doesn’t know anything about birth or babies and really isn’t sure how they ended up in this predicament in the first place but Jesus Christ this hurts. How did Tommy ever convince Sarah to do this twice?

“Sam. Sammy. You have to breathe. What did Sarah say? Like HEE-HAHH-HEEE-HOO—“

“Paulie. I’m going to fuckin’ shoot you. I swear to God, I will. I swear to fuckin’ God.”

“Sam. That’s not breathin’. Maybe you need to stand? Walk around, right?” Paulie jumps out of bed and puts his hands on his lower back, and starts pacing around, “Like this, right? Sarah did a lot of walkin’ when she had her baby girl. Oh Christ, should we call Sarah? I’m gonna call Sarah.”

“Paulie.” Sam grits again, then groans, another near scream. “Sam!” Paulie rushes to Sam’s side, places his hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Baby? What is it?”

“Sit.” Sam takes another deep breath, “Down.”

Paulie nods, and sits on the edge of the bed, snaking his arm around Sam’s shoulders. He stays still for about another minute, before Sam feels another wave of pain, similar to the first, hit him like a ton of bricks.

He tries not to let on how badly it hurts, but honestly? Getting shot hurt less.

Paulie notices Sam tense and he jumps out of bed again, “I’m callin’ Sarah.” he mutters, mostly to himself, as he nearly sprints out of the room.

Sam had known, realistically, that Sarah would be his midwife. There’s no one he’d trust more. Sarah had two children, and had had them at home, more or less by herself. But the idea of Sarah seeing him like this, in pain, writhing, the idea is mortifying.

However, he doesn’t have time to deal with that, as the pain takes over again.

“Paulie!” Sam shouts, followed by another groan, “Get. In. Here. With. Me.” He forces every word out and in the silence in between words, he can hear Paulie talking, muttering, the scratch of a pen, like he’s taking notes.

“Just a minute, baby. Hold on!” Paulie calls back, then Sam can hear him mutter, “And what else, Sarah? Hurry. What else? Are you sure you can’t be here no sooner?”

Sam is feeling homicidal actually. He thinks it’s time to give into it. He might just kill Paulie before he ever gets to see his big-headed baby.

Sam has just about settled on the fact he’ll be a single father when Paulie comes back with a cup of ice and a small hand towel from the kitchen.

“I’m here, Sammy. I’m here.” he mutters, rushing to the bed.

“Sarah said this will help. Here.” Paulie leans over and puts a damp towel on Sam’s head. It’s ice cold and oddly, supplies immediate relief. Sam hadn’t realized he was so hot.

“She said you can chew on this ice. Don’t know what it’s supposed to do but she swears by it.” Paulie pushes the cup into his hands. “And to take your pants off. Which you know I have no problem with. Heh.” Paulie chuckles and reaches for Sam’s pants.

And the homicidal urge fills Sam again. He grabs Paulie’s wrist, almost spilling his cup of ice, “Don’t. Fuckin’. Touch. Me.” Sam grits, through crunches of the ice.

Paulie laughs, has the audacity to laugh. This causes Sam’s eye to actually twitch.

“Well, had you been sayin’ that 9 months ago, maybe we wouldn’t be in this, huh?”

Sam stares at him. He feels the rage fill in every pore of his body, and he realizes he has to speak, because if left alone with his thoughts for a moment longer, he’d kill Paulie. Truly and honestly.

“Paulie. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Get out!”

“Now c’mon Sammy—“

“OUT!”

“Okay, okay!” Paulie laughs, and that beautiful crooked smile doesn’t leave his lips, and Sam is in limbo between wanting to shoot Paulie and to kiss him until they’re both breathless. Which of course makes Sam more upset.

Sam waits for Paulie to be turned around before he starts to strip out of his pants. He loves Paulie. More than life itself, and God, anyone knows that. But Christ.. he hopes their baby doesn’t get his sense of humor.

[miraclepoisons]

A new beginning

[the-mpreg-guy]

btw i love using mom and dad interchangeably with regards to dean winchester bc i think one of his defining moments as a character is him pointing out that he had to be a father AND a mother to sam and i think a lot of the more interesting aspects of his character have to do with the fact that he has qualities that are perceived as feminine. but i hope that doesn't make u uncomfortable i just wished to clarify my usage of "dean should've been amara's mom". i love that he calls himself mom

I also love using dad and mom interchangeably with him bc I think its a fun little commentary to have with myself and Dean on gender and how he works through his parental issues. It doesn't make me uncomfortable in the slightest, and tbh I find it lovely and refreshing whenever I see someone else do it. He's very incredibly Dad coded CONSTANTLY but he's also. A Mother at heart.

[glitterguts13]

Do you do het!mpreg. If so, can you do ChiLumi with Childe going into labor then giving birth? Because serious I don't think there is a single mpreg!ChiLumi anything on the entire internet. Trust me I have looked

Of course, I don't mind at all! I actually have another ChiLumi piece I'm working on for AO3! It's near midnight, and Childe knows he should wake Lumine, but he can't mind it in himself to disturb her slumber. She looks so cute sleeping next to him, unaware of his discomfort. He should wake her, but it didn't seem worthwhile just yet.

Labor had started before dinner that evening, but the mild cramps were nothing Childe couldn't handle. After all, he'd been kicked, punched, stabbed, and nearly mutilated enough over the years to handle something as trivial as some back pain.

Lumine was none the wiser, humming to herself while she prepared dinner and chattered on about her recent adventures and how they needed to plan a trip back to his hometown soon so that the new baby could get to know his siblings-

Stifling a groan, Childe pushes his face into the pillow under his head. Lumine shifts next to him, giving a sleepy whine as she slips an arm around his waist and rests her hand over his swollen belly.

"They keeping you up again?" she mutters, voice thick with sleep. Childe chuckles softly, swallowing down another groan. Lumine's hand presses gently down, feeling his belly growing tight under her palm, and suddenly the sleep is missing from her voice.

"Are you in labor?"

"Ah, can't keep anything from you can I?" he chuckles, wincing. Lumine quickly sits up, smoothing the hair from her face and reaching for the bedside lamp.

"Don't." Childe warns her, feeling her movement on the mattress stop, "Don't. Not yet. Just...lay here with me for now." he isn't ready for the chaos of the midwife and all the preparations that would need to be made, he just wanted to rest a little longer.

"Are you sure?" her hand still lingers over the lamp, but when Childe gives her a nod, she quickly slips back into her spot on the bed and curls herself around him.

"You let me know when you want me to get the midwife, ok?" he nods once more, and Lumine settles down. Her hand runs soothing circles over his taunt belly, eyes closed as she whispers sweet words of encouragement into Childe's ear. He's long since outgrown needing to be coddled through any sort of pain but feeling her so close helps to ease his nerves.

"Has your water broken yet?" she whispers sometime as the sun begins to rise, the pain growing more frequent and much less bearable.

"No." he groans through gritted teeth, a hand slipping to rest on the underside of his belly, a burning ache seeing down below as something hard begins to press on his hole, "But I think it's time."

Lumine sits up quickly, throwing her legs over the side of the bed.

"I'll get the midwife."

"No. No time." Childe gasps, rolling onto his back and letting his trembling legs fall open, "Fuck, Lumine, I gotta push, I gotta push right now-" the jumble of words falls silent as he throws his head back against the pillows and lets his body take over. Without a second of hesitation, Lumine tears the covers from her lover's body and carefully pulls his ruined sleep trousers down to his ankles. She gives a soft gasp, giving his thigh a reassuring squeeze.

"I see the head. Just barely, but I see them." there's a strange sort of tranquil peace that washes over both of them. There was no time to second guess or overthink, both of them just did what came naturally, taking control when things grew important.

Sucking in a deep breath, Childe bares down once more, choking on a surprised yelp as something pops and fluid gushes from him, soaking the sheets.

"Come on love, again." Lumine soothes, careful fingers tracing the tight rim of skin around the infant's crowning head. Swearing under his breath, Childe pushes again, and again. Each time their baby inched closer and closer, before their head finally popped free.

Squealing with excitement, Lumine can't stop the stupidly wide smile on her face from growing even wider.

"Come on, once more, you've almost done it!" again, Childe lets his body guide him, bearing down with a strangled scream as the shoulders pop free and their baby falls into Lumine's expectant hands.

"Oh, it's a girl! Childe, she's perfect!" wiping away the grunk from her face, Lumine quickly scoops their daughter up and places her against Childe's chest. A wet cry sounds out through the room, and Childe laughs weakly.

"Well, that went a lot better than I expected."

Rolling her eyes and curling up next to her lover, Lumine runs her fingers through his damp locks tenderly.

"Next time, give me a little more warning, ok?"

"Next time?" Childe raises an eyebrow, snuggling their newborn closer, "What makes you think there is going to be a next time?"

He all but misses the mischievous glint in her eyes,

"What makes you think there won't be?"