#there’s no mpreg btw sorry

[stranger-rants]

Re: Steve Harrington’s Canon Breeding Kink + Billy protecting Nancy in his own way, I guess!

Steve and Billy start hooking up out of convenience. Steve’s “not gay,” apparently, he’s just horny and he’s hit a dry spell with women because he’s still hung up on Nancy, or rather he’s still hung up on his dream of the perfect life with Nancy. Making six figures. Buying a nice McMansion. Raising children together behind a white picket fence. A dream that won’t become reality.

Nancy has other plans. Mainly, moving up in the world and out of Hawkins. Steve’s dream is her nightmare, and well Billy? He doesn’t dream at all. So when Steve has him face down in the mattress, threading his fingers through his curls, imagining soft lines where there’s hard muscles, murmuring in a haze, wanna knock you up… he just goes along with it.

Weird, but a fuck is a fuck and a fuck is real. Not whatever shit this is.

Steve says goodbye to Nancy at the airport. Billy is mostly there for moral support or whatever. He doesn’t care. She got an amazing internship at the paper she always wanted to work for. For a brief moment she panics after seeing the kicked puppy look on Steve’s face. He’s happy for her. Really. But the man can’t help but show just how crushed he is.

Nancy steps outside for a moment to shake out her nerves and take a breath. Outside, where Billy is leaning up against a pillar smoking.

“Shit. Am I doing the right thing?”

Billy doesn’t dream much but he knows, intimately, that Steve does and what exactly Steve dreams of. He stares at Nancy behind his sunglasses. Blows out smoke. Shrugs. Tosses his cigarette on the ground, and stomps on it. “You’re leaving Hawkins. Of course you’re doing the right thing.’’

Nancy doesn’t know how to take that. If Billy wants her gone or… it’s not like she knows he’s hooking up with her ex. It doesn’t matter. It’s not about that anyway. It’s enough motivation to get her on her way. That night Steve fucks Billy hard, collapsing on top of him. He curls around Billy, silently sobbing into his neck.

They don’t do this after. Cuddling, or whatever this is. Steve’s hand strokes his belly, and Billy freezes. He understands Nancy’s hesitation. It’s very easy to want to give Steve what he wants but he too would resent him if he were stuck in Hawkins fucking Indiana instead of pursuing his dreams. But he doesn’t dream and none of it matters because he’s just a fuck and Steve’s hand on his belly means nothing.

It can’t mean anything. It won’t. So, it doesn’t matter.

And if he falls asleep in Steve’s arms with images of a McMansion with a picket fence and children running around, it doesn’t mean anything at all because he doesn’t dream.

[oversizedsunhats]

Been getting a lot of Labru mpreg on my dashboard recently so obviously i had to contribute

[rosyhoneydew]

while we're talking about breeding and mpreg I have one thing to say under the cut

the first time that buck feels tommy come inside him it is life changing for him. tommy's thrusts get harder and longer and he can tell - can feel - he's coming and buck's legs wrap tight tight tight around tommy's waist, holding him there while his mouth drops open and eyes get wide before rolling back. a thick and low moan pours out of him at the feeling. he doesn't let tommy pull out for a little bit after that, wants to keep him inside so his come doesn't drip out just yet. truly he is a changed man after that. he begs for it alllllll the time.

[lina-okazaki-art]

Revalink family: Christmas edition

This is suitable for all ages. So, let's go!

<It was a particularly cold night. Despite being a knight trained to survive even the most extreme climates, the cold of Tabantha was always particularly difficult. 

However, there was nothing that orni feathers couldn't keep him warm from, especially when they were attached to a real one. 

“Can you let me go now?” said orni complained, though he made no pretense of moving away either. 

Link in response only buried his face further, taking advantage of the fact that he had removed his armor, giving him easy access to his feathered chest. 

The orni snorted, “For the chosen goddess and wielder of the sword that seals the darkness, you're worse than a newborn chick when it's cold”

Link let out a choked noise against his feathers that he interpreted as a mischievous giggle, so he took his fringe between his beak and pulled it, drawing a whimper from him. 

“You're the worst” scolded. “But it's also my fault for spoiling you.”

Link frowned at him, but his expression relaxed and then he twisted a small smile, causing a warmth to rise in his chest. He would never get used to seeing that cold, serious face turn warm and sweet. 

“Vali”

He should feel pathetic for fluffing up at that nickname, for hearing it come out of those lips almost always pressed together in a thin line, for calling it with that raspy, ungentle tone. But it was Link, his Link, using his voice, the one that almost never let itself be heard other than whimpers during training or in little whispers with the princess.

 Link, who had chosen him. Link, whom he could now call him ‘mine’.

Before he could respond a few hiccups let themselves be heard. And soon they turned into a loud cry, demanding attention. 

It was there that Link finally pulled away and, with impressive speed, went to the crib a few feet away from them, pulling the six-month-old baby out of it.

“Shhh, don't cry, Gale” whispered. And Revali could only fall more in love hearing him talk to his son with such tenderness “Are you hungry already?”

“Of course he is. He's a big eater like you” complained Revali, but he was already stoking the flame of the cauldron and pouring clean water while he took a bottle out of the small cupboard he had made to keep the baby's things “I only hope he doesn't eat rocks when he grows up”

Link looked at him a little scowling at that, but his gaze softened as he watched him prepare the bottle. Revali pretended not to notice, but the raised feathers on the back of his neck said it all. 

Minutes passed between the Hylian trying to soothe the baby and Revali preparing the milk. Sooner rather than later, he handed him the bottle and without waiting, little Gale began to drink it.

Revali stood behind and tucked them both in his wings, resting his beak on the blond hair, admiring his son's eating. 

That moment on the eve of the winter holidays, watching his son being carried by Link, who had removed his gloves to better maneuver, revealing a simple golden wedding ring on his finger, matching the one he wore as a necklace around his neck, Revali thought that this was all he wanted once they defeated Ganon and the calamity. 

And he would fight to protect them>

“This is for me?”

His son's voice snapped him out of his reverie. Looking up from his steaming cup of tea, Revali saw for a second the little baby of his memories, chubby and pink, with just a fuzz of blue hair on his head and his big green eyes sparkling. And as he blinked he was gone but instead there was a young man in his twenties, much more mature in features but still youthful, the fuzz now a long braided blue hair reaching to his hip. However the big green eyes hadn't changed, they were still sparkling, perhaps a little sharp with age, but they still had that spark of sweetness that only someone like Link could have inherited from him. 

“Who else?” he teased. “Of course, if you want to give me the bow, I'll gladly take it”

“In your dreams!” he squealed, hugging the exotic red bow and rubbing his cheek against the wood as if it were some kind of stuffed animal “This beauty will go into my collection”

“Just don't go upholstering the house with bows," Link's voice, more mature and tired, echoed in the home “Or we'll run out of space”

“Says the one who had special racks in his house to put his weapons on the wall?” scoffed Revali. 

He proudly watched the face almost the same as his memories of 100 years ago turn pink with embarrassment, trapped. 

Gale laughed and Revali looked at his husband with his trademark smug smile. In response Link averted his face, frowning, yet he did not pull away from the orni's embrace, which kept a wing around him, providing warmth on that particularly cold night. 

“You had to be father and son” he claimed. 

“Don't compare me to that smug” Gale pointed out. 

Revali gave him a bad look, "What did you say, you little brat?

Link twisted his mouth into a smirk as the two began to argue, taking a sip of his still warm tea. 

And even between the argument, his husband not supporting him and his son being a little insolent, Revali could only think of one thing. 

That despite his defeat, he had gotten his family back. And as spiteful as he was, he should thank the goddess Hylia for that. 

He had a second chance and he wasn't going to waste it.

*-*-*-*-*

Well probably this is a little confusing, but I really wanna post this beautiful commission and my little Revalink history with it!

The boy from the left is Gale, my revalink fanchild. I'm still working in his story btw, this is one of the three finals I have for him, the happier one!

The art was a commission from Bluetokii in Twitter/X! Please check her commission sheet! They're one of my favorite artist ✨

Also this is my little contribution for @revalinkweek so hope you like it!

[mittysins]

What happens when the old abandoned android you found and decided to restore happens to have a mind of their own?

Teach them all they want to learn about being human, obviously. While also giving them some sweet upgrades!

Meda doesn’t know who made Drew, but he DOES know that Drew is incredibly unique. They have little recovered memory of their life before their shutdown, and they aren’t quite sure what their purpose is, but Meda told them that not everything needs a purpose. Some things can just be.

[appallinnballin]

I’m SHITTING me and my roommate were watching the new fairly oddparents reboot and when the anti fairies showed up i was like oh yeah. I think i made fanart of them a few years back and i went to check and this was one of them. sory

[sickfreaksirkay]

i was NOT aware that in the mabinogion someone force fems one of his nephews and makes him sleep with his brother THRICE ??????

[icksick]

soft stuff?! on the WHUMP BLOG !?! impossible...

anyway thank yew to @charactersyoudontknow + @smalmilk for inadvertently getting me 2 draw these and also getting me 2 put on my big boy pants and hit the POST button !!!!

[mpreg-ask-blog]

Angel, I don’t know if you’ve answered this before, but are you laying eggs or having a live birth? Also, do you plan to have a natural delivery or c-section?

Angel: I’m having a c-section. And it’ll be a live birth. As much as I would like to have eggs rather than get cut open (not really). But yeah, that's what’ll happen.

[azrael-arryn]

Would anyone want to see my Stardew valley OCs + fankids ?

[ace-the-fox]

Random question you don’t have to answer but, does haruka ever find out that Kira was the one pregnant with her, not Reimi? And if so how would she react to that information? 😂

OH. THIS IS A GOOD ONE, HOL' UP, HOL' UP—

Never actually thought about this before, and I have two possible answers, lol:

I don't see being pregnant as something Kira talks about often, given how much he despised it. So it was either a) something he mentioned off-handedly when Haru was a tween/teen or b) something Haru was never told but figured out herself when she realised that her mom died before she was born.

Either way, if it's in a universe where this is uncommon if not impossible (I never give an explanation for how mpreg works in any of my fanfics so god knows lmao), she's pretty stunned and a little weirded out at the thought... but then, given that all her dad's girlfriends are decaying hands and her closest friend (bar Momo ofc) is the ghost cat thing she got by getting stabbed with an arrow, she probably rationalises that it's not the weirdest thing in her life. And, if Kira does tell her, they never speak of it again :)

[littlegasoline0976]

You know boiled scrambled and fried wasn’t the only tale that featured Mpreg.

Yes that’s right there’s another one that isn’t talked about much either. Yeah I’m so sorry for what I did but… I think we all know that boiled scrambled and fried is an Mpreg fanfic about SCP-049 giving birth to SCP-049-J. As if things can’t get worse but I found this. Pretty much about Mpreg also. Honestly I’m not spoiling anything since I really don’t want to subject your ears to this either. Yes I’m an SCP fan myself so honestly if other scp fans want to read this tale then go ahead if you are prepared for Mpreg.

Please don’t even kill me for recommending this tale since there could be more tales about Mpreg in the SCP Foundation and the SCP Foundation doesn’t really have a canon. Seriously I’m actually surprised that I remember this since I only read it once and ‘forgot’ about it. But since I remember Boiled Scrambled and Fried, I somehow realized I haven’t forgotten about this either due to the hilarity of this. Don’t even ask about what’s even about since it’s about Mpreg.

I’m sorry for even showing everyone that there’s more Mpreg tales in the SCP Foundation but if anyone else finds another one other than Boiled Scrambled and Fried and One Bad Mother than please repost this post or comment down below. Honestly if people never thought that Boiled Scrambled and Fried was the only mpreg tale in the SCP Foundation website then maybe we could make more Mpreg fanfiction about the SCP Foundation.

[yourlocalderp]

so you guys didn't disappoint congrats

if anyone knows me outside of tumblr just an fyi no you don't you have no idea who i am mootie you do NOT know me you will NOT say a WORD.

I will now put spaces to save my moot.

heres your pregnant ratio.

also a bonus cause i was bored but its ugly and took me like 20-30 minutes

i will now never post art again

Ok fuckers don't disappoint.

The results of this poll with drastically change how my well-being will be for the next few weeks so if y'all fuck this up I'll draw Dr.Ratio pregnant.

[castleofravens]

mpreg fintan <3

art cred: @daisiesdiseased

[johnny-chaos]

sometimes waking up to 99+ notes is like viewing a particularly pleasant sunrise and sometimes it's like getting punched in the nose with comments from ex mormons talking about mpreg