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Feeling writerblocked as fuck and too tired to answer my asks so fuck it, old man mpreg thought dump. And by “old man” I mean this bitch 🤦♂️🤦🤦♀️
Why the fuck did I have to fixate on this mf I swear to GOD I HATE MY FUCKING BRAIN 😭
(TW: mpreg, mentions of hate crime, mentions of miscarriage)
Anyways THOUGHTS:
Him getting pregnant obviously wasn’t the intended outcome, but him and his wife decide to keep it because they’ve been trying for a kid for quite a while, and this might be their only chance. They’re both getting older and that fertility window is closing.
He is violently ill for a long time and they have no clue why until they see a doctor. His morning sickness gets so bad he can hardly eat some days. His wife gets mad at him because of how damn picky he’s being with food—even plain foods bother him, sometimes even just the texture is enough to make him throw up—but tried her best to accommodate and make different foods that are easier on his stomach.
This happening in the mid-sixties, people aren’t too kind about pregnant men, so they both agree not to tell their families until after the baby’s born, and then they’ll tell them it was just a normal pregnancy
His pregnancy is higher risk, in several ways, being both geriatric and male. Because of this he has to see doctors more often, has a visit every other week throughout the duration of his pregnancy.
But yeah he has to keep it pretty much under wraps, once he gets big enough to be noticed he just stops leaving the house altogether for fear of being seen. His wife gets a job as a secretary while he’s homebound. He feels really guilty about staying at home and making her go to work but they both agreed its what’s safest for him and the baby, they’re especially wary after a particular “incident” that happened in his second trimester (a stranger assaults him and they almost lose the baby)
Birth is a planned c-section, though it turns into somewhat of an emergency when his water breaks three weeks earlier than his due date and the contractions start coming on quickly after.
Despite his nerves and the pain, he’s pretty calm while they prep him for surgery, meanwhile his wife is an absolute neurotic mess, starts crying while they’re giving him anesthesia and putting in his epidural because it’s finally setting in that oh shit, this is really happening, their entire lives are about to change. Not to mention her husband is about to go through major surgery and something could easily go wrong
Fortunately, it’s a pretty smooth delivery, baby Kira comes out easy peasy and they’re both sobbing messes when they get to hold him for the first time 🥺
Losing my goddamn marbles tbh
#I’m very normal about this I swear#fucking kill me#I have a lot more thoughts but I’ll spare y’all for now#especially because it gets pretty dark at certain parts oops#yoshikage kira#yoshihiro kira#jjba#mpreg au#mpreg#mpreg thoughts#old man mpreg#jojo#kira yoshikage#jojos bizarre adventure
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enough talk of boy pussy. I am here to discuss man cunt
#which is a silly way of saying that hearing the term 'boy' used is such a turnoff for me when it comes to kink#it especially feels demeaning when it comes to mpreg#idk why#it's probably a personal thing and i don't judge you if you do it#i just wish more people would use the term man rather than boy#maybe it's me being an old man appreciator
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Index
Hi there this is just a index of all my story and pic I made using AI
Story:
muscle growth/Weight gain : (The Firefighter's Transformation) |(The Heavyweight Shake) | (The Three Wishes) | (The magic Potion workout) | (The Hulk Within)*1 | (The Wishful Football Player) | (The Ice Cream Lifeguard) | (The Hot Cop Transformation) | (The New Lineman) | (Magic underwear) | (The Bearish Man)
Mpreg: (The Magic Island Wish) | (The Enchanted Idols) | (Unexpected Heirs) | (Unexpected Protector)*1 | (Unexpected Expectations) | (Breastfeeding Dad)
Age: (The Fountain Of Youth Speedo) | (The Cost of Ambition) | (Hairy Changes) | (The Texas Rancher) | (Fathers and Sons)
Body swap: (The Cop And The Stripper) | (The Wishing Well Wish) | (The Switch At The Olympics) | (Beach wish)
series: [ The Doctor: (The Strongman) | (The Smoker) | (The Coach) | (The Bear) | (Unexpected Gains) | (Army man) | (Roid Rage) | (Gridiron To Diving) | (The Lucha libre) | (Minor League To MLB) | (Constant Transformation) | (Sumo size) | ] || [ The Witch's Transformation: (Part 1) | (Part 2) | (Part 3) ] || [ Halloween Party: (Fire cop) | (Strongman) | (Nerd & Jock) ]
Image:
Random: (Big army soldier) | (A Growing Love) | (Speedo Cop) | (Blue Brief locker room) | (Mirror) | (Football interview) | (Jock in Blue) | (Wrestler) | (Cops) | (Expecting a baby) | (Big Men) | (superhero) | (Beer & Blue) | (coach) | (old business man) | (Big Red) | (Baseball Belly) | (couples) | (Firefighter) | (Cowboy) | (Strongman) | (Gladiator) | (Olympic) | (Doctors) | (Black, white, and Blue) | (Beach Couples) | (construction undies)
Beach: (Start) | (Green) | (Red) | (Blue) | (Yellow) | (White) | (Black) | (Gray) | (Brown) | (Orange) | (Bonus 1) | (Bonus 2) | (Bonus 3)
Extra story: (Enchanted idol) || [ The Witch's Transformation (part 1) | (part 2) | (part 3) ] ||
Extra Image: (#1) | (#2)
video:
Luma: (#1) | (#2) | (#3) | (#4) | (#5) | (#6) | (#7) | (#8) | (#9) | (#10) | (#11) | (#12) | (#13) | [ (#14-A) | (#14-B) ] | (#15) | (#16) | (#17) | (#18)
Kling: (#1) | (#2) | (#3) | (#4)
#ai generated#ai story#male transformation#male weight gain#muscle growth tf#jock#male tf#muscular#male pregnancy#short story#mpreg story#man bulge#swim brief#old to young
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look at him right in the eye.
he is a bottom with a breeding kink who loves being pregnant
#i'm sorry#nah i am not#breed that old man#pregnant remus lupin#why isnt that a tag#marauders fandom#marauders tumblr#harry potter fandom#marauders#remus lupin#mpreg#or something like that
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i know probably nobody following me is even relatively in this fandom but I just finished s5 of the dragon prince and I gotta tell you. the canonical lovechild of the gay-coded villains was not something I saw coming
#OLD MAN YAOI MPREG REAL?????????#when he said OUR child I stg I have never been more shocked appalled and enthralled in my life#like it makes sense of course it was made from a joining of....... fluids.........#magic sex ritual tbh#and then to immediately divorce??#I can't believe this shit#the dragon prince#tdp#viren#aaravos#viren x aaravos#viravos#they've always been strangely compelling in a deeply fucked up way but I didn't think the show knew that#they said we've given you 4.9 seasons of some of the best queer rep on tv#now get ready for the most toxic shit you can imagine
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He’s glowing!!!
#mpreg#I guess#Halsin#karlach#bg3#fanart#digital art#fooart#baby fever is hitting but it’s a middle aged old man
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its wip wednesday
#wip#ao3#my fics#never gonna stop writing about this dynamic#it’s about the perceived power imbalance and dirty-old-man-ness#contrasted with the way it’s actually armand very much in control#ugh. love it#anyway yeah this is the mpreg fic we just aren’t there yet#amc iwtv#iwtv#devils minion#armandaniel
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This is old but it's sort of related to my post about pregnancy being a part of religion.
A priest in the remote mountaintops, who doesn't serve a specific town or village per say, but a very sparsely populated region. There's been an abnormally high amount of demonic activity in the area for several years now, and his messages requesting assistance from the clergy in the larger towns and cities have been met with false platitudes at best.
He's getting older and he's had no luck in recruiting a trainee and successor in his state. The people of the mountains, though grateful for all he's done for them, are suspicious and reluctant to take the same fate and duty on themselves.
Always gravid with multiple exorcised demons, being remade and reformed by his holy vessel, it's exceedingly difficult to navigate the windy and often narrow mountain passes to answer calls for help. But it is rare for him to turn down the pleas of his people, even though it makes his life (and journey back home) more and more difficult each time it happens.
It's not uncommon for him to have managed to get down to a more reasonable size, answer a call for help, get stopped in passing by other folk along the journey there and back, and return home over 3x the size than when he started the trip. There have been a few times when he's overestimated his abilities and is left unable to make the journey home. His parishioners have no problem rallying to assist their priest, to get him to his home and church so that he may wait to labor and birth, whether by wagon, cart, mule, or leaning on the strongest among them for support.
When the time finally comes to give birth, under his church there is a pool, with candles in the many alcoves, only lit when he feels his time nearing. It is a ritual made more difficult by the squirming brood in his hallowed womb, all in different stages of renewal, as the contractions squeeze away what little space is left. As the only priest of his church, he does this alone, with only the candles to hear his cries and groans. The relieving waters of the pool his midwife and the knotted silks hung from the low ceiling his only hand to hold through the hours of sacred labor.
#it seems that something/someone keeps tormenting this remote mountain area just bc they like to see this old man stay knocked up as possible#im also genuinely really proud of the lighting on this one still it took me a while and it was so worth it#mpreg#my art#mpreg art#preg art#mpreg belly#preg belly#cw religion#pregnant priest#demon pregnancy
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HONSIM ; TALK ABOUT OLD DAYS (REWRITTEN)
SUMMARY … the rewritten version of the old “talk about old days” prompt except lukejamie is only featured there . for reasoning, please check out this post .
CW … mentions of trans pregnancy .
CHARACTERS … edmond honda, dhalsim, luke sullivan, & jamie siu .
SETTING … street fighter 6 .
A/N … this is to make it up for my inactivity there .
the sumo wrestler chef took a look at the beautiful skyscraper around edomon and its cozy surroundings. he couldn’t believe how amazed everyone was when they took a shot in there. he could even watch the statue of liberty and it felt like a dream. all dressed up with his turtleneck, he already felt warmth and wind at the same time. it was all interrupted by his workers telling him that two couple’s orders were ready and he should be serving it. “thank ya as always for letting me know. please take a break while i do my work, sir!”
edmond smiled and left the view as he began carrying the meals with his other mates. towards the couple, he placed all of the respective plates onto luke sullivan and jamie siu. “and there ya have it, please enjoy all of yer foods, fellas. all done from recipes by me!” the trainee smiled and gave edmond a handshake as an honor. “no worries, we enjoy spending time in your restaurant watching those sumo matches!” the sumo wrestler chef chuckled from luke’s encouragement. “why thank ya! we should spare some time soon, sullivan!”
after leaving the two of them alone, he then went to supervise the sumo match from the heya, crossing his hands. “yoga!” behind him, the yoga master who was also dressed up with a turtleneck placed his hands onto his husband’s shoulders. “did you miss me, darling?”
edmond turned his head towards dhalsim and gave him a big hug while spinning around. “oh, dhalsim-kun! how much i miss yer embrace!” the hindu man laughed as he gently caressed the japanese man’s cheeks. “do ya know that you’re my #1?”
“yes, my dear edmond! but please calm yourself.” dhalsim tried to snap his husband’s pda out of it. the sumo wrestler carefully placed the yoga master down as he kissed him on the cheeks. “i know i shoulda calmed myself down, but seein’ ya makes me happy! i’m so glad to see ya, dhalsim-kun!” the yoga master chuckled while kissing his husband’s lips. “glad to see you again, my darling! please, tell me what are you doing?” the couple went back to the view. “i had to serve the couple seconds ago!” he replied. “ya know they love to spend time here on edomon!” he laughed as dhalsim embraced his arms onto his husband’s shoulders. “what couple?” he asked as edmond turned around and looked at the four men. “sullivan and siu.”
dhalsim blinked, all eyes on his husband. “hm, the two rivals?” he asked as he turned around. the sumo wrestler chef glanced at his husband. “yep.” he replied. “plus, seein’ them together just reminds me of us when we’re younger.” his smile grew softly as he held dhalsim’s hands. “do ya ever miss our youth back then?” the yoga master thought and remembered memories from eighteen years ago.
back when they both met in mumbai, and became good parents with datta and sanjo edmond honda received his transition goals and dhalsim carried and gave birth to anishk. from taking down shadaloo as many times before, traveling from japan to india endless times until they finally reached their new chapter in metro city. they lost count of how many times they make love and would do anything to kiss birthmarks, bodypaints, or scars. all of the difficulties of becoming street fighters and protectors of their three children ended when honda decided to establish his restaurant in metro city. sanjo has been training sumo wrestling, datta is studying to become a doctor, and anishk enjoyed studying in his elementary school with his friends.
eighteen years of being together have been the best decision that dhalsim and edmond took and their respect for each other is so special that they deserve each other. their fate with each other was meant to be after all. dhalsim remembered everything…
“i indeed miss our youth. and the day that we met changed everything about us. you were so handsome when you were on your late twenties, and you still are nowadays.” dhalsim recalled as he held his husband’s hands back. “i love you, darling. i still love you after nineteen years of our first fight.”
as luke and jamie watched both of them in awe, the coach wrapped his arms around siu. “y’know, meathead.” he spoke. “they really could be us when we get older.” jamie blinked and laughed with a slight blush. “you mean these two guys? it will not happen ever! how do they even get together in the first place? do people really know that they were together back in the 90s or some shit?”
luke sullivan chuckled as he kissed his boyfriend on the cheeks. “it’s sometimes hard being a street fighter and being together. but we’ll work things out together, just you and me, siu.” he replied as jamie agreed and both continued to enjoy their food and companion.
#street fighter#dhalsim#e honda#dhalsim x e honda#honsim#t4t#luke sullivan#jamie siu#lukejamie#cw tmpreg#cw mpreg#memories#old man yaoi#my writing#writing prompt#dhalsimxhonda
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#meme#fanfiction#ao3#ao3 fanfic#ao3 meme#fanfic#hannibal#destiel#sterek#some omegaverse is okay#but god there is so much of it#stop twinkifying 40y/o men challenge#mpreg jumpscare#old man yaoi
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Silky Messes (SuperBat) Chapter 1 &2/ 4
Tags: Kryptonian born and raised!Clark, Intersex Bruce Wayne, Mpreg, dubcon, Alien biology, batkids, superkids, batman!Bruce, Justice League
Summary:
Clark cleared his throat. "I um, was going to get a place on Earth, so my children and I can fully experience the Justice League experience, and since our kids are friends. I was curious if I could know where you live?" Bruce stopped walking. He fully looked at Clark. "I heard your wife was going to Metropolis." "Oh, Lois. Yeah she is." He rubbed the back of his neck. "She wants to become a journalist, and understand why conflict is so common here." Bruce looked at him. Clark looked back. "Is there a problem?"
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When Bruce was leaving the meeting to head to the daycare. He truly wasn't trying to be interrupted by the new recruit, Superman or Clark, what he asked to be called instead.
"Bruce." Clark said. He was keeping pace with Bruce's quick footwork, yet that shouldn't be much of a feat since he was Kryptonian.
Since making contact with his planet, Krypton, when their shuttle crashed there due to the Young Justice squad taking it for a joy ride. They've been working with the Justice League to exchange knowledge and technology. One of their ambassadors, Clark, started to take a liking to Bruce since they had children around similar ages. Kon with Tim and Jon with Damien.
Bruce didn't want to talk to the man beyond work related topics.
"What, Superman?" The hallway in the tower was long, the tall windows showing a beautiful view of space. They walked side by side, both of their capes flowing behind them, as other members passed by.
"Clark, Bruce. Please call me Clark."
Bruce hummed.
Clark cleared his throat. "I um, was going to get a place on Earth, so my children and I can fully experience the Justice League experience, and since our kids are friends. I was curious if I could know where you live?"
Bruce stopped walking. He fully looked at Clark. "I heard your wife was going to Metropolis."
"Oh, Lois. Yeah she is." He rubbed the back of his neck. "She wants to become a journalist, and understand why conflict is so common here."
Bruce looked at him.
Clark looked back. "Is there a problem?" His eyebrows knitted together.
"Go live with her. You're married."
"Living together doesn't devalue our bond, and I wish to be near you." He dropped his hand. "You know kids and all."
Bruce was skeptical. "Kids and all." He repeated. He gave one last glance and continued walking. He needed to pick up Terry.
Clark continues to follow.
Without exchanging any more words through an elevator ride, and another long hallway, they arrived.
He reached for his cowl, until he remembered Clark was still there. "Go away." He emphasizes.
"I can look at the offspring." Clark smiled.
Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. Even though Clark was a member, he was also still a representative of Krypton, and relations were going well enough that a few of their engineers were in the tower, helping better their food and oxygen supplies.
Why Clark found interest in a member without powers and a flock of children not far was his orbit was beyond him.
Terry needed to be fed. He himself needed a nap before returning home, and dealing with a board meeting the following morning.
Dick, Babs and Jason were dealing with a Poison Ivy issue at the moment.
"Gotham. I'm not telling you where. Even though you'll probably find out from Jon through Damien so I find this conversation unnecessary. Again, in the most respectful way. Go."
Clark smiled, laying a hand on Bruce's shoulder. Two squeezes. "Thank you." And he walked away.
Bruce's shoulders relax before he slipped his cowl off. He opened the daycare door and walked inside.
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Two weeks later, most of the family is in the living room. Bruce laid on the couch with Terry sleeping on his chest, while Dick sat next to Duke on the floor yelling at him on how to play Elden Ring. Jason was on the other side laughing, he broke his leg, and was staying at the manor until the cast was off.
Bruce didn't think after finding out about Damien, he ended up with more kids in his home. Yes, he had the space but Fatherhood didn't seem to be ending anytime soon.
Tim was around the mansion somewhere with Kon and Bart, Cassandra and Steph were with Babs at her home, and Damien was with the Kyrptonians at their home.
Minus Lois.
He found that custom strange. He wanted to call Clark out on it, but he felt that would show interest in the man’s life, and he didn’t want to know Clark more than he needed to. The Kryptonian has taken to staring at Bruce a lot. Even during meetings. It got so obvious to the point that Barry, and Hal had to pull him off to the side to explain how Earthlings viewed staring.
He doesn’t know what they said to him because it didn’t stop, and Bruce continued to ignore it. He was rich, and a socialite. Being stared at has been a part of his life since birth. It didn’t ruin Clark’s performance when they went on missions. He treated Bruce as his equal, and befriended Diana and J’onn.
J’onn had a place with M’gann in Gotham, and Clark told him how J’onn helped him find a place. That conversation lessened his suspicion of Clark using the ‘kids and all’ line on him a few weeks back since it seemed to be true through his friendship with J’onn.
He trusted J’onn. He didn’t trust Clark, yet it seemed he wouldn’t be able to escape him anytime soon.
He mindlessly rubbed patterns on Terry’s small back. He felt wronged about not being able to experience Damien at this age, and after giving birth to Terry, it has shown him how much he might have to slow down.
Most of his kids have Gotham under control, and Tim has followed him into numerous board meetings that he might stop going as frequently.
If Terry became his main focus, how could he make sure he was still mentally stimulated.
“Hello Bruce.”
Not realizing he closed his eyes, Bruce opened them to see Damien making his way over to pluck Terry from his arms, presenting him to a wide-eyed Jon as if this was pride rock.
That voice was neither of the children’s.
Looking up, he saw Clark leaning in the doorway. His hand hovering in a timid wave at Bruce.
Bruce stood up off the couch, knowing Terry was fine. He walked over to the doorway, “Hello Clark.” He walked past him, knowing Clark was most likely to follow, and it was deemed to be true when the both of them entered the kitchen. He walked over to the fridge, opening it up, he grabbed a bottle of water. He tilted the bottle toward Clark in offering, the alien shook his head.
While twisting the cap open, he leaned his hip against the counter. He asked, “Why are you here Clark?”
Clark has a youthfulness about him. A bashful farm boy vibe that he couldn’t say if he liked or not. He walked a little closer to Bruce, though he kept a reasonable distance. “I haven’t been over yet, and Damien said it would be fine.” He looked at Bruce in a way as if asking if that was true.
Bruce took to gulps, before nodding. “It is. Jon has been over enough, so it is not a big deal for you to eventually follow.” He put the cap back on his bottle, then rested it upon the counter top. “Would you like a tour?” He said, knowing if Alfred was around, he would call out Bruce for not being polite enough.
“Yes, I would actually.”
Bruce hummed.
How he found himself, pinned in a corner of the greenhouse with three of Clarks fingers up his ass, while the alien had his other hand tight around Bruce’s throat as they made out is beyond him.
He had shown Clark most of the house and was working on the outside portion when in the process of explaining a strain of plant he was working on, Clark gently laid a hand on his hip, and guided him into the corner behind one of their trees.
Clark didn’t ask.
Bruce didn’t deny, and honestly it’s been so long since he was last manhandled.
He took his time working Bruce open. Coating his fingers in saliva, and pushing one in a time, and working on adding a fourth.
It burned with just saliva, and Bruce was loving it.
Clark was biting at his mouth, Bruce knew was going to have bruises from Clark’s antics with his body. Clark has lost his shirt, and Bruce’s pants were torn to shreds. His robe was hanging off of his shoulders, and his tank top was bunched up above his abused nipples. Clark hadn’t touched him there, he wanted to be able to look at Bruce’s body.
Clark pulled back. They were both panting, and Clark was twisting his fingers in a ‘come here’ way that was sending tingles up Bruce’s spine.
“How are you so good at this?” Bruce asked rhetorically. He had his lips tightly pressed together. Hand thrown back into the corner.
Clark kissed Bruce’s nose. “Open up.” He took his hand off of Bruce’s neck, to grasp his jaw.
Without thinking, Bruce opened his mouth. If Clark wanted to spit into his mouth, it wouldn’t be a problem. They’ve been exchanging enough saliva in the past few minutes for it to not be noticeable.
But it wasn’t that.
Clark cleared his throat. Gagging for a moment, dropping something into Bruce’s mouth.
It was slimy.
Bruce started to gag. It was thick, and he couldn’t tell if it was hair or legs on the intrusion.
“Shh shhh.” Clark said. Trying to comfort Bruce, but Bruce’s eyes were wide open, watching something leave Clarks mouth and enter his. He couldn’t close his mouth, due to Clark’s hold.
And whatever it was slips easily through, and down his throat.
His eyes were watering, his body in shock.
Clark looked so pleased. He kisses Bruce’s nose again. “You’re so perfect.” He murmured.
The pleasure was increasing for him, but he had to ask. “What the fuck was that?” His throat hurt as he speaks when Clark let go of his jaw, and took hold of Bruce’s cock instead. A slowly rubbing his thumb over the tip.
“Hmmm, my seed. I think your kind would call it a parasite, but it will only be in your body for three earth days before it collects enough of your eggs to merge itself with, and become a fetus. Jon, and Kon were born the same way.”
Everything felt so good. He knew he was upset though. “You didn’t ask.” He bit his lip, holding a moan in when Clark added a fourth finger.
“I didn’t want to. I’ve been watching you long enough to know if you’ll say yes. I am quite observant, Mr. Wayne.” He pushed his nose against Bruce’s. Their mouths are touching as he speaks. “I’ll be here to watch over you, and I’ll explain it all to you. After the child is born, you’ll have to come back to Krypton to present the child to my people.” He increases his jerks on Bruce’s cock.
Bruce digs his fingers into Clark’s arms, gasping as his pleasure mounts.
Clark puts his mouth on Bruce’s, swallowing his noises through Bruce’s orgasm.
Bruce bites Clark’s mouth, he’s not strong enough to make the alien bleed like Bruce wishes he could, but it satisfies him enough that he can bite as hard as he wants as his body shakes through all of the pleasure.
Bruce doesn’t think he’s felt anything like that before. It feels beyond human capabilities he thinks through his daze.
Clark slowly takes his fingers out.
Bruce watches him bring the fingers to Bruce’s mouth. He shoves them in, Bruce too weak to fight the intrusion, but Clark is groaning as he rubs his fingers all over Bruce’s tongue and teeth. He says a word Bruce can’t decipher, but it must be positive when liquid secretes from his hand. Even his other hand that is rubbing Bruce’s stomach secretes it.
It is thick, and creamy.
Bruce is swallowing as much as he can, yet he can’t collect it all, and some are pouring out the side of his mouth.
Clark takes his hand out.
Bruce feels filthy, and he’s breathing hard.
Clark is as well.
He looks at Bruce as if he was everything Clark ever imagined. It’s weird.
All of this is weird.
But his body is still tingling too much for him to care at the moment. Everything is done. He’s never engaged with an alien before, and he’s reaping the consequences of it.
“You have swallowed all of me.” Clark speaks proudly. He gathers Bruce in his arms. His wet hands massaging his lower back. Bruce goes tiredly.
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In the three days that follow, Bruce realizes something more may be going on than he thought.
He feels happy to be carrying Clark’s fetus.
He knows these feelings are wrong. The way he feels toward everything else, is the same, but with the child, he wants it. He can’t wait until it comes out, and he can touch it.
He hasn’t seen Clark since that day, and he hasn’t gone to the watch tower.
Terry hasn’t been sleeping through the night, so here he is, at 3am, feeding his son while he sits in the batcave at the computer. He’s trying to learn about the Kryptonians. He’s downloaded everything about them from the watchtower to his computer, but they haven’t shared how they reproduce and mate, which in most situations wouldn’t be needed when their agreement was more trading practical knowledge.
Why a Kryptonian would want to impregnate a human seems out of left field for him.
It’s like the fetus is keeping him from getting mad at Clark.
He still finds him annoying, and doesn’t care if he shows up or not, but that’s all he can muster against the alien.
Another child is coming, and he doesn’t know how long until it shows up or how it will show up. Will he need to do a C-section or can he do a natural birth? What is considered natural to Kryptonians?
Also, Lois.
But all thoughts of her leave his mind when he sees Clark the next day, and he confirms that the fetus took.
That’s when he learns that Kryptonians that carry seeds don’t have penises. He’s smooth down there like a Ken doll, the only outlet being his anus. Their erogenous zones are their hands, so he tells Clark to fuck him with a strap-on that Selina used on him a few times.
After Bruce orgasms, he lets Clark finger his pussy until he secretes that thick fluid again. That fluid makes Bruce float. He tells Clark to lick the fluid from between his legs.
When Clark licks him as clean as he can, they share it back and forth through a kiss.
It’s a week later of Clark never leaving the mansion, unless it’s for league business, that Dick, and Jason eventually question him.
He just got out of the limo, Alfred opens the door for him, and he sees his sons at the garage’s entrance. He just left a charity event, and was ready to go find Terry, and take him off their hands, but he sees other business is at hand.
Alfred already knows, so he bids them all a good night and leaves them alone in the garage.
Bruce loosens his tie, and uncuffs his wrist before sliding his blazer off. “How are you? Was Terry good for you?” He walks past them into the lounge room. A fire is going, and the painting of his parents, and himself hangs on the wall.
He takes a seat, and Dick does as well. Jason chooses to stand next to Dick’s chair. His crutches held tightly in his grip.
They ignore his question. “Are you fucking, Supes?” Ask Jason.
Bruce rolls his eyes. Regretting his truthful words. “I am.”
Dick doesn’t look too happy about that. Jason just nods his head.
“There’s more, isn’t there?” Inquires Dick.
Proud, and annoyed at Dick’s detective skills. He nods. “Yes. I may have to retire being Batman for a while unless one of you will take the mantle in my absence.”
“Can I make the suit red?” Jason asked with a tilt of his head. His white strains swayed with his movement.
“No.”
“Is he making you quit?” Asked Dick.
“In a way.”
Jason clicks his tongue and looks at him with a perplexed look. “How? He threatening you? If so, we can take his ass.”
Dick waves at his antics. “Oh yes. Our one-legged stead to the rescue.” Jason yanks on Dick’s hair, and Dick laughs at him.
Bruce smiles at them. He’s proud of his boys. He’d be proud if either of them chooses to take on his role. He clears his throat. “Ah, no. I’m uh—-.” He sighs deeply. “I’m pregnant.”
“By supes?”
“How?”
“You fucked an alien? Oh man, this will be some aliens vs predator type shit.”
Dick pushes at his crutches, almost knocking him off balance. “Don’t be dumb.”
Jason chuckles. “How far are you?”
Bruce feels a little immature when he shrugs. “I don’t know. Clark told me Kryptonians like around three months, but since I’m human. He isn’t sure.”
“You give a whole new definition of two under two.” Snicked Jason.
Bruce rubs his chin. “Don’t remind me.” He mumbles.
After that, Bruce suspends his Justice League active duties, and only mentors Young Justice.
The more he, and Clark engage in sex, the more Clark calls him his mate, which Bruce finds odd, but doesn’t question it. Thinking it’s more of a sexual thing because it only happens during that.
He eventually asks about Lois, and Clark tells him she’s happy for them.
“How is your wife happy about this?”
“Because she’s a nice person.” Clark says in an offended tone.
Feeling annoyed that Clark is making him feel like a crazy person for asking, he shoves his head back down between his legs.
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Bruce is a month along. Clark and he are laying in bed. The moon is out, and Terry is sleeping between them. His stomach is a small bump now, and he feels a tickle every now again of the fetus.
He thinks of how he’ll handle two infants.
Also,
“Clark.” He calls softly.
Both of them are laying on their sides, facing the middle. Bruce rubs Terry’s head lightly. Clark has his head resting on his hand with his arm bent while one hand is on Bruce’s waist.
“Yeah.” He whispers.
He pauses before asking. “Why me?”
“Why did I choose you to be my mate?”
Bruce resists the urge to correct him. “Yes, Clark.” He says flatly.
Clark smiles. Being mindful of Terry, he leans over to kiss Bruce tenderly. He does it twice before laying back. He flushes in a way Bruce hasn’t seen before. “Do you remember that day when you came to pick up Tim, Bart, and Garfield from crashing on my planet?”
Bruce’s head still throbs with how difficult it took to contact them. Missing for a week before the Krytonians took pity on the teens, and helped them repair their ship enough to make a signal for contact.
“Yes.” He sighs.
“Well, I uhh– imprinted on you.” He says bashfully.
Bruce sits up at that. Looking at Terry for a moment, before looking at Clark again. “You—how Clark?” He whispers harshly.
“I–I don’t know. I just saw you. When you took your cowl off once you saw Tim, and hugged him. I just saw your eyes, like we only made eye contact for a second, and I knew. You were it.”
“You can’t be serious.” He says in disbelief.
All that fucking staring was starting to make sense now.
And Lois.
He was able to process the pregnancy. But this is bigger. He’s never had a possible relationship work out, and he never thought that Clark could be an option when he was obviously in a long term arrangement with Lois.
“Is that why Lois isn’t around?”
“Oh, that. No. She really does want to become a journalist, but she’s hoping to meet her person too. You gave her hope that her person might be a human too.” He says with optimism.
“Oh my God, I’m stuck with you.” Bruce says, not sure how to feel right now.
Clark on the other hand, says proudly after reaching over to touch Bruce’s stomach. “Yes. Yes, you are.”
Chapter 2:
Bruce is sitting at the bat computer, when Bart comes speeding over to him. He’s in his civilian clothing today, his long hair continues to move when he stops to the left of Bruce.
“Woah! Mr. Wayne, you’re really big.” Bart admires. His eyes widen as he takes in Bruce’s pregnant form.
Bruce ignores him, continuing to type on the keyboard.
“Wally, and Dick says it’s part Kryptonian. Has the baby tried to fly out of your stomach?” He sits down on his knees, resting his chin on the armrest of Bruce’s chair.
Bruce sighs, opening a folder on the screen, reading some notes Babs has recently sent him about new recruits.
“Can I watch it when you give birth?”
“Bart?” He keeps his eyes on the screen.
Bart jolts. “Yes, Mr. Wayne?”
“Is there something you need?”
Bart shakes his head, then pauses, “Hmm. Nope. I just wanted to say hello. Tim doesn’t know I’m down here. He said to leave you alone, but you have a house full of people. Like who has a house full of people, and wants to be left alone.”
Bruce shakes his head. “I can’t say if you are right or not, Bart, but thank you for saying hello. There are cookies on the table behind me, Alfred left, if you want them.”
Bart instantly shoots over to the table.
Bruce sighs again.
The baby kicks him.
There is something odd about this kid, besides the fact that it’s half alien.
It doesn’t like for Bruce to share his food. The child retaliates every time since he was two months pregnant; now at four months it’s been getting more incessant to the point that Bruce has been eating alone, or he doesn’t eat when others are.
Even Clark has taken his meals out of sight since the kicks get more intense with his prescience, like the baby has a true challenger with its Father.
“Hey Mr.Wayne?” Bart calls out to him from his spot at the table behind Bruce’s computer chair. Bruce hears a big swallow, knowing Bart stuffed his mouth.
Bruce hums at him.
“So like, why are you having more kids? Don’t you want to like retire, and I don’t know how old you are but I know you’re up there, and like—.” The speed increases with each word that is spoken to him.
“Bart.” Bruce interrupts.
Hesitantly, “Yes.” Bart answers.
“Go upstairs.” Bruce rubs the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. It’s a speedster genetic trait.
“Yes sir!”
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Diana catches them making out in a supply closet. She was looking specifically for Clark to train some of the kids with hand-to-hand.
Clark sheepishly smiles at her while she stares at them from the doorway.
“Do you want to be left alone? I can always find someone more suitable.” She inquires.
Clark instantly follows Diana, letting go of Bruce, but not before running his hand quickly over his stomach.
He’s learned that the Kryptonians have warrior pride as well, and it’s a delicate little thing that often ends in a good fight if Clark allows himself to be provoked enough.
Watching Clark go, Diana turns back to Bruce, “Should I let you deal with that?” She points to his hard-on.
“Couldn’t reach it if I wanted to.” Leaning further into the rack of supplies behind him. “I’ll come watch in a bit.”
She smirks, and nods at him. Then closes the door.
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Lara, and Kara El are born on a sunny afternoon, while Bruce was taking a shower.
Bruce thought he was farting or queefing when two objects landed in between his feet.
Besides the fact that he just gave birth, he also had two of them.
Two.
Nothing about the pregnancy gave any indication to two children inside of him.
He didn't know if it was shock, keeping him from screaming, but he quietly turned the shower off, bent down to pick up his two infants. He found it difficult to walk with the umbilical cords in the way, so his movements were slow, and calculated.
He used medical scissors he keeps in the bathroom, and placed the infants down on a towel on top of the counter. They weren't crying.
He couldn’t focus, he found himself shaking, and grip the edge of the counter, standing in front of his twins.
He wanted to cry, panic was building in his chest, and he knew it must be the hormones since he’s had more than enough near death experiences to know feeling panic at this moment should be an odd thing for him.
So he drops the scissors into the sink, and uses the house phone next to the mirror, and tells Alfred to get Clark, and that the children were born, and to also not tell the others yet.
Last he knew, Clark was in Terry’s room, with Jon, reading to him. He hopes he is able to tell the boy something convincing enough so he doesn’t have Damien soon banging on his door.
Clark is there in moments, gathering Bruce into his arms, and staring at the quiet twins on the counter.
“They’re beautiful.” He kisses the back of Bruce’s neck. “You made them.”
Bruce is having a hard time standing. He’s still shaking.
Clark notices. “Let's get you settled. These two can sit here for a moment.”
Clark cuts the umbilical cords, and takes Bruce to the connected bedroom. He sits Bruce in a chair next to the sunlight coming in from the balcony. Clark opens the glass doors, and the presence is more relaxing. “That should help you gather some of your strength back. Since you birth Kryptonian offspring, you’ll need more sunlight.”
“That doesn’t make sense.” Bruce weakly rebuttals.
Clark smiles at him. “In due time, my dear.”
Clark returns to the bathroom, and Bruce falls asleep.
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Louise Bourgeois
“The Maternal Man”
2008
#louise bourgeois#pregnant man#mpreg#the maternal man#art#maybe the colours are too bright in this image#I had a picture of this piece from an art magazine on my wall in my old apartment#and I remember it being more maroon than pink#but who knows
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need to start calling myself sirius black because I am always thinking about knocking remus lupin up
#it rhymes#i'm a poet#and a woman#amy march who#remus lupin#sirius black#breed that old man#wolfstar#pregnant remus lupin#mpreg#< that's my favourite tag ever#my only personality trait
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Omega James and Omega Sirius breeding each other and getting pregnant around the same time. They get so turned on by each other growing bellies. Have a whole house full of kids. Any alpha who tries to get involved regrets it cuz they don't need anyone but each other.
(adding in @impishtubist tag cuz yes breed these old men.)
#hot prongsfoot friday#breed that old man 2024#prongsfoot#bambibelle#jirius#starstag#sbjp#james potter#sirius black#cw: mpreg#omegaverse#a/b/o dynamics
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I drew this in retaliation of the election results so behold. my best art this year. (i will admit i did trace the hands from my ref bc I was too lazy for that.)
also no signature or anti ai filter here bc ai cannot comprehend the true nature of this image
#donald trump#trump#trump mpreg#mpreg#mpreg belly#mpregnancy#male pregnancy#malepregnant#trump yaoi#presidential yaoi#fuck donald trump#elon musk#elongated muskrat#elon x trump#elon yaoi#old man yaoi#yaoi#tw pregnancy#tw pregnant#my art#my artwork
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