#mpreg child birth

[peridotamethyst]

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

[starweaversguidetothehazbinhotel]



Is it just me or is anyone else bothered by how most Alastor Mpreg fics are written?

Seriously, whether you prefer reading trans-Alastor, (or my personal favorite) Cis-male unwittingly forced to endure the “miracle” of childbirth, too many fics forget that Al died in the 30’s.

The negative effects of smoking and alcohol didn’t become public knowledge until the 1960’s and 70’s.

I need Alastor, begrudgingly pregnant, throwing a hissy fit because Charlie tries switching his coffee to decaf.

I need to see Hüsker risking his neck and refusing to serve (a very hormonal ) Alastor any drinks.

I need to see Angel Dust -the drug addict- calmly explaining to Al that he doesn’t need a stash of opium on-hand for the baby after it’s born. They have better, safer medications for infants now.

I need Vaggie freaking out when Alastor cannibalizes anyone in protection of the hotel. Raw meat is dangerous and lone sharks are practically sushi!

On that note, I need Rosie lovingly fattening him up and giving him all the support and outdated parenting books he could possibly hope for.

I want to see Alastor go to the effort to ensure that his child has everything it could possibly need. Only to be confused by everyone’s judgment when he installs a baby cage into one of his radio tower windows. Unsafe? They act like it’s his first day in Hell! He’s already warded it against stray bullets and Vox-tec drones. Why, he even bought a special cover to keep out the acid rain!

I wanna see him have a breakdown because he’s not preparedfor parenthood, and nothing he does seems to be right. That the staff, well meaning, start crossing boundaries. Making his panic worsen to the point he ends up hiding himself away for days.

I want Lucifer to be the most understanding person in the hotel. Out of all of them, he’s the only one that’s ever been pregnant before and he gets that it’s a bitch. I want him to soften because as much fun as it is tormenting Alastor- he remembers what it was like.

I want him to help Al combat the Victorian mindset that “A held baby is a spoiled baby”

I want him to show Alastor the novel advancements in baby care while making it clear that these are merely options that are available… Alastor doesn’t have to use any of it and it will not be a lesser parent if he chooses not to. (Think of items such as baby monitors, rubber nipples and disposable diapers)

Because Lucifer presents these things as suggestions, Alastor takes it all in-stride, accepting the gifts with humor. “No need to add nappies to the laundry pile!”

In their time together I want Lucifer to discover that Alastor knows how to knit and embroider. I want them to sit together in the evenings crafting clothes and things for the nursery. (Bonus points if the child’s mystery-father turns out to be a completely unknowing Lucifer’s)

Of course, other things can be going on in the plot. War with Heaven. Dealing with the Sins. Stalking from the Vees. (Bonus points for Vox burning with jealousy) Alastor’s Deal TM. But we as a entire fandom are severely under utilizing a literal treasure trove of plot bunnies.

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I’ve added some fun links for anyone who wants to further play with this idea.

[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))

[lordrandreaming]

CW: Mpreg, Implied Post Mpreg Birth, Male Lactation (up to viewer)

Happy Mother's Day! Here's some PregJiu and newly MamaJiu sketches I have laying around!

He hates it, then he talks to it for about 6-8 months because he's finally had it with Binghe's shit and pretends he doesn't exist sometimes, and then SUDDENLY he likes the little creature after Bingwen is born. (Totally not a hypocrite or anything)

Also including Bingwen so people can see how he turns out! (I redid his old ref from 2020 hehe ��️💚)

[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

[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

[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

[sophiabophie12]

toonie doodles.

1. Toonka holds Toonie

2. Baby Toonie

3. Toonie playing cars

4. Toonka playing Toonie

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Future Evesworld Au @fanofstuff01

Babies are Coming!

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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.

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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.

[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.