#tw: pregnancy talk

[milcycyrus-archived]

text - awsten knight 💞

miley: baby.... miley: do you think this baby will stop making me throw up...i didn't have this much morning sickness with nova... miley: the dogs have not left my side, also i miss you a bunch. || @itsawsten

[fxtalitygod]

X. ~Survival~

Genre: Historical AU, angst, mature, suggestive, arranged-marriage

Warnings: Dark themes, gore, graphic imagery, theme/depictions of horror, body horror, swearing/language, suggestive, pregnancy, mentions and acts of suicide, arguments, mentions of adult murder, Pet name (Little Flower 6-10x) implied Stockholm Syndrome, grief imagery, images/depictions of dead bodies, child death/murder, character death(s), slight misogynistic themes (if you squint), dubcon/noncon (not any actual smut other than vague mentions of sex), implied postpartum, implied survivors guilt

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Today is a new day and after I got home from work and did some fine-tuning, I finally posted the FINAL CHAPTER (not including the epilogue) of Survival!!! I honestly find it funny that I had originally planned for this story to be a short series and it just spiraled into two years of writing! HAHAHAHAA!!!

JJK Mlist•Taglist Rules• • Pt.I • Pt. II • Pt. III • Pt. IV • Pt. V • Pt. VI • Pt.VII • Pt. VIII • Pt. IX • Pt. X • Epilogue

Emptiness.

It was a feeling that you bitterly greeted after having abandoned it six years ago. It was disappointing, but welcome nonetheless. You wished it was under different circumstances. You did not know which circumstances but knew it was anything other than this.

After the destruction of your life, everything went back to the beginning. You were rehomed in a new village and a different temple, though you could not tell much of the difference. Those blank walls still drove you to insanity. The marriage ceremonies had resumed and more children began crawling the halls in a matter of months.

Sukuna had seemingly lost interest in you after the incident. You had finally snapped, extinguishing the anticipation for the hopes that you would one day. Despite his seeming lack of interest, you were still watched over with diligence, still resided in his chambers, and still acquired a caretaker.

Your mental forces were deteriorating, and it was clear from the blank expression that graced your face. You assumed that Sukuna acknowledged that and decided to have a sitter stay on top of you if you were to do something unexpected– much like what you had done to your village.

The curse user knew the extent of your rage, but he did not quite expect you to leave your home in ruins, to burn your family into nothing but ash. Little to your knowledge, a part of him admired you for that; however, the words that left your mouth after the act had been done brought him a discomfort that neither himself could explain.

From the way he was rutting in you currently, you could not tell. Another attempt of impregnating you. Years ago, you would have had a mind to beg him to stop, and when you could not accomplish that, feign pleasure. You used to want to please Sukuna not for his benefit but your own. Now all you cared about was embracing the feeling of that emptiness as you merely felt the man fucking you: soundless, motionless, thoughtless.

It took a matter of months before you were with child again; however, unlike before, this pregnancy was worse. In the physical aspect, you were overall healthy, but your mental health was far from good. You were a husk of the woman you once were, having lost all ambition for your future. Even when spontaneous thoughts of what life would be like outside the temple, you could not help but feel nauseous.

Guilt.

There were times you wished you could have blamed it on your pregnancy and escape the reality of the issue, but your mind would not allow it. You were repulsed with yourself and could not help but feel like you were betraying your twins by just the simple notion that you were alive, and to think of a future for yourself without them revolted you beyond compare. Your pregnancy did not make it any better.

Most women in the temple thought of pregnancy as a fresh start after losing their previous offspring; a new chance to impress their husband– a sickening point of view; however, you could not be upset with them. Deep down, you believed they had been just as afraid as you were upon their arrival when their village elders proclaimed them the next tribute to Sukuna. They more than likely had a plan to make it out of this hell and made promises to return to their families, but somewhere down the line, all the manipulation, physical strain, and mental stress, caused them to accept their fates and try to make the best out of it, losing themselves in the process.

You were not so lucky.

If pregnancy was a punishment before, it was a curse now. Knowing you were to have another child brought you great remorse. Anytime you were to look or even feel your bump, you could not help but think of the past... to think of your twins. It felt like you were betraying them, trying to unconsciously replace them even though your pregnancy was out of your control.

The way you would eat at yourself could have been considered torture.

Besides the normal work around the temple, you would spend most of your evenings in a dark and unoccupied room, keeping to yourself. No one dared to disrupt you, mostly out of fear due to the knowledge of your power. Few left you space out of respect, knowing the pain you were going through; however, sometimes you wished they would walk through that door, hoping they would attempt to comfort you.

It would have been a good distraction from your running mind.

Those dark and quiet rooms gave you time to think and reflect. You realized there were many things you had undermined and denied for your own sanity. The list could go on, some minor, some major…and the major miscalculations stuck out like a sore thumb.

Trimester One.

Despite your efforts, your village nor your family would have ever accepted your children– Sukuna's blood coursed through their veins, and that was enough to consider them a monstrosity. Your hopes of escaping with them and living a happy life were an illusion you conjured up to keep a drive in you.

Trimester Two.

Whether you liked it or not, your twins would not stay innocent forever. The twins were under Sukuna's guidance, no thanks to your pact, and they absolutely adored him. The twins blindly trusted him with their entire beings and would have believed anything Sukuna had taught them was for good, and you knew for a fact that is how your partner would have spun it. Their acts would have been malicious and cruel and they would not have even known...and despite your want to tell them the truth, the constraints of your pact would have stopped you from doing so.

Trimester Three.

Even if you had successfully run away with your son and daughter in hand, the life the three of you would have lived would have been far from peaceful. You and the children were proven valuable assets to Sukuna; to think that your husband would give you all up so easily was foolish. The curse-user would have hunted you down to the ends of the world until you were back in his grasp.

And as you sat there holding your new baby girl, tears streaming down your face as you listened to her whimpers, you hoped she'd grow up to be a fool; a strong, but foolish girl. If your daughter grew up to be a fool, the world could not hurt her as it had hurt you. If she becomes a fool, she would not have to feel the burden you were feeling.

You hated that you hoped for her, hated the fact that you loved and cared for her after laying eyes on her small figure. The whole scene was pitiful. The arms of a mother holding her child close to her bosom as if shielding them from the world– the effort could be appreciated but was futile because the looming threat was already hovering over you as he inspected his creation. If his presence was not unsettling enough, his hum of satisfaction horrified you, causing you more tears.

"I should have killed myself that morning. It would have saved me a lot of heartache..." you whispered, repeating the words you had mentioned over a year ago.

Months back into motherhood you found yourself questioning yourself and your emotional availability every time you looked at your daughter. You were doing all the right things, but performing the tasks felt heavy on your shoulders, and the smiles you painted on your face felt like they were caked on. None of it felt real. There was no doubt you cared for your little girl, but you had to admit that the task was tiring– caring was tiring.

You thought the feeling would end, believed it was temporary, but days turned into months, and months turned into a year.

You had just finished your daughter's first inspection and were now in your sleeping chambers with your husband. You both stood there silent and unmoving, staring at each other with hardly any indication of who was willing to speak first. Fortunately, your daughter was the first to break the silence, whining as she clung to you. You sighed as you understood the child needed attention, moving the baby into a better position to lightly bounce her, attempting to calm her down.

"You know, I thought you would be overjoyed to be blessed with another child, Y/n," Sukuna sounded as he studied you.

"Whatever do you mean? I am nothing but pleased," you blankly responded, focusing entirely on the little girl bouncing in your arms.

Silence once again.

You could feel his stare burning into you; feel his agitation radiating off his skin as he looked for a real answer. Sukuna was not an idiot, you were aware of that, but his meaningless probing was getting on your nerves. You would much rather he got to the point than play his mind games. If he was going to be indirect, you would only do the same.

"Do you think of them when you look at her?"

There was a halt in your movements, breath hitching as you did so. You slowly moved your head to look at the man before you, your gaze piercing. You had every intention to avoid the question, but your mouth betrayed your mind.

“What do you think?” You snipped, a grimace forming onto your features.

“I could make you forget, simply remove them from your memory to rid you of this…ailment.”

For what felt like the thousandth time of your life, you could feel your eyes widen, however, this was the most appalling statement your husband had made. Had he really suggested ridding your memories with your twins? Had he no remorse? Of course not, why would he? The children were a means to an end, nothing more than a few pawns in his plan. Any love and affection the father had shown his son and daughter were shown with calculation and precision– there was no meaning behind those affections.

"You sick bastard."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"Y/n, I would advise that you watch your tone," a warning glare, "If I did not know any better, I would say that you were speaking out of turn when I am offering you such a gift– I do not offer such things lightly."

"Well it is good that you know better," the seething anger bubbling in your chest was choosing your words at this point, "How could you suggest such a thing?"

"I am doing you a mercy, Y/n, you are letting the past consume you from the inside out, and sooner or later you will become the image of your agony."

"You know nothing because if you did you would be in the same state as I am. You speak as if you know sympathy, but your words are honeyed to keep me in your grasp!"

Your breath was heavy as you confronted Sukuna, glaring daggers into his soul as you watched him step closer.

"Your perception can be quite bothersome at times, Little Flower; however, I believe it is what I admire most about you. I think it is why I chose you...why I love you."

Love.

Love.

Love.

"Love."

Your laughter was hysterical. The tears welling up in your eyes from pure disbelief and humor. Sukuna Ryomen himself has admitted to loving you for the second time. This time claiming he chose you because he loves you.

What a joke.

"Love me?" you choked between giggles, "Sukuna, you would not know love if it hit you in the face. Like I said before, your words are coated with the sweetest sugars to keep me around, to bring me hope, and quite frankly, the sweetness has become dull and bitter," a pause as you caught your breath, "You do not love me Sukuna. As I have stated, you love what I can provide you."

Silence had greeted you both for what seemed like the millionth time, but you could have been wrong, you lost count at this point.

"I understand the concept of love, more than you think, Little Flower; however, love has little meaning. So you are right, I do not love you, I value you. Is that not greater than love?"

You scoffed.

"You are going to die alone and I am glad that you will."

A soft chuckle sounded from your husband before feeling a strange feeling at the back of your head. You could feel the kanzashi pin moving in your hair as Sukuna played with the accessory.

"I highly doubt that."

Those four words had caused your heart to sink, bringing you more fear than you had ever experienced in your entire life. Without thought, you backed away from the man towering over you. You shook your head as you held eye contact with Sukuna, almost stumbling on your feet as you felt for the door and clumsily exited the room. You had your daughter close to your chest as you entered the hallway.

What little you had of your life came crashing down instantly as the gravity of your reality unfolded to its full extent.

You would never be free and although that was a realization you had made long ago...this time you had no hope to convince you otherwise.

So what did you do?

You ran.

You flew through the corridors to the gardens, arriving with heavy breath. Scanning the grounds you searched for the only individual who could help you right now. The moment your eyes registered the woman, you quickly approached, hardly paying attention to anything along your path as you made your way over.

"Y/n-"

"I have something for you!" you interrupted, holding out a pin you had stored and concealed for years, never knowing the right moment to give it to the woman before you.

The woman who had lost her sick and poor son on your very first inspection day.

You watched as her eyes welled up immediately, taking the pin and inspecting it as if to make sure it was real. When she was able to confirm the little trinket was indeed not a figment of her imagination, she held it close to her chest, letting her silent sobs escape before looking at you.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. But why are you giving this to me?"

You looked around hesitantly before pitifully looking at her, letting your walls crumble to reveal all your pain and suffering.

"I need your help."

"Uraume!"

"Yes, Sukuna-sama," the right hand responded.

"I would like you to gather the women and children from the inspection, I have an announcement."

"Yes, Sukuna-sama, I'll get right on it."

With that Uraume disappeared, leaving Sukuna in his quarters alone. The man paced in his chambers, reflecting on the prior conversation from earlier. The talk did not have the most satisfying ending, but much like the other unfortunate discussions that had been held between the two of you, this would be another problem that would resolve itself in due time.

The move would help move that process faster.

This village had quickly bored the tyrant, as they were quick to promise vengeance and destruction upon his empire. Same-old-same-old. So with that, it was time to move on to the next village after leaving this one behind in ashes.

"Sukuna-sama, the women and children do not appear to be in their chambers or the gardens, the workstations are abandoned too.

"What?"

Without a thought, Sukuna stormed out of the room and into the halls, those blank walls making the temple look more abandoned knowing that everyone had seemingly disappeared. He looked through every room he managed to pass, even using his abilities to sense the faintest amount of cursed energy. For a while, he came up with nothing, but after catching a familiar aura, he briskly started to follow the direction it was coming from.

The curse-user found himself in the main hall, where he saw his wives and children gathered. The husband would be lying if he claimed he was not confused with the situation, but he would not show that. Instead, Sukuna decided to try and decipher the scenario.

Upon first glance, it had seemed that the women and children were gathered for a usual gathering, but upon closer observation, something was off. The looks of the individuals in the room seemed to differ. Some women seemed relieved, others looked almost proud, and others...well, the last of the women looked as if they were being held there against their will.

As the monster-of-a-man continued to scan the room, he finally managed to find you, standing in the center of the room, your head held high; however, you looked exhausted, broken. It brought that familiar discomforting feeling to Sukuna, the same feeling when you had spoken those words after you had burned down your village.

"What is this, Little Flower?" Sukuna questioned with some amusement behind his voice, masking his indifference.

"Do not call me that," you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper as it softly echoed in the room.

"Y/n-sama ple-"

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" you yelled, successfully silencing the crying woman who had shouted for you.

The atmosphere was tense, and he would tread carefully because Sukuna was no fool.

"What do you want, Little Flower? An apology? I can, obviously, give that to you, but we both know it would not solve much. So what is it you truly want?"

"To leave..." you weakly announced, watching as Sukuna gradually approached before stopping in his footsteps.

"Well then, Little Flower, you have gathered yourself and all your companions just in time, I was ready to announce our departure from this village. You get what you want, righ-"

"That's not what I want." you interrupted.

Sukuna was silent, his brow twitching in irritation as he stared at you, stopping mid-stride.

"Then what do you want?"

"I want the offer you gave me back on the table?" you quickly responded.

"And what offer would you be referring to, Little Flower?"

"On my very first inspection with my twins, you offered me to kill everyone in this room– I want to change my answer."

Your husband chuckled, "Do you not think the circumstances have changed a little, my dear? I gave you that option years ago, what makes you think that is something I am still willing to offer?"

"Because you love me..."

"Now you are willing to embrace that love?"

"Only if you do this one last thing for me. I will let you love me until my last mortal days, and me in return, just as long as everyone in this room dies."

A sly smirk, "As you wish, Little Flow-"

"By my hands!" you interjected.

Delight was an expression that Sukuna could not hold back at those words.

"It's a deal, Y/n."

"Perfect."

With those words sealing the pact, you took no further wait in your next actions. You ignored all the shouts and screams of those who wished to live, ridding yourself of whatever empathy you once had– you had to admit, it made things a lot easier when setting the room ablaze. Hearing their screams of agony and pain was a lot easier when you managed to wash out the humanity within you.

You could only feel relief after hearing all the shrieks and wails die out into nothing but silence. The room was filled with nothing but fire, bone, and ashes, the smell of burning flesh was prominent; however, that did not stop him from approaching you.

"I love you, Little Flower." Sukuna proclaimed, bringing his forehead to yours before softly kissing you.

He pulled away to look into your eyes, admiring them momentarily before smiling softly. Some may have mistaken it for a look of endearment, but it was a look of satisfaction. He had successfully taken your pride, dignity, and hope– he had taken all of you.

"I love you too."

And because you had no pride, dignity, or hope, left to hold on to...

It made it so much easier to bring that poison-coated dagger to your flesh and slit your belly.

For Sukuna everything went in slow motion, immediately swatting the dagger from your hand to the ground before cupping your wound, blood covering his hand in seconds. The desperate individual tried using his reverse curse technique to revert the damage, but it was pointless as you were resisting. For the first time in a long time, Sukuna felt genuine fear as he watched you slowly slip away from reality. And as everything started to play back to speed, Sukuna had a realization.

"Where is our daughter?!" The four-armed monstrosity yelled upon notice of your empty arms, continuing at attempts to stop your bleeding with little success.

Your smile made his heart drop.

"Gone." you sputtered, blood slipping from your cooling lips before going completely limp.

"...Gone where? Little Flower..."

"Little Flower!"

"LITTLE FLOWER, ANSWER ME!"

"Y/N!!!!!!!!"

You upheld your deal...you loved him for your last mortal days, it just so happened that day was seconds into a day, and as Sukuna sat there holding your motionless form, he could not have regretted anything more in his life. Making that deal was the best thing to happen in your life because in the end...

...You won the game of Survival.

And you hoped that your daughter could one day do the same.

Until the epilogue yall... (｀∀´)Ψ

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[quitealotofsodapop]

I got a question, or rather a what if. What if in any of your stone egg AUs, Wukong had a cryptic pregnancy? A cryptic pregnancy is basically when someone may go several months or the entire pregnancy without knowing they're pregnant. Like what if Wukong didn’t know he was having an egg until he was legit giving birth. I know with his Golden eyes and Macaque’s ears, that would practically impossible but still what if?

Just asking and a little curious.

Considering I just learned that in the show concept art; Macaque had a third mini shadow clone...

+ this anon ask:

Wukong happily tending to Macaque's left-behind shadows on FFM in the centuries after their breakup, only to notice that they're all missing; ala "lmk penumbra au".

He's sad that this part of his lost mate, only to wonder why his stomach has been feeling weird lately...

(*Wukong chilling in his hut prior to the LMK pilot*) Wukong, turns on gold vision: "...why is there three swirling masses of life energy/dao in my lower stomach?" Wukong, thinking: "Hmm... eh. Probably nothing." (*continues eating peach chips*) Guanyin, narrating: "It was, in fact, Something."

Wukong: (*wide-eyed and exhausted. Holding three!! baby monkeys*) Wukong, breathless: "What. The. Diyu?" Three Shadow Cubs: (*loud chirpy sounds!*) :V! Guanyin, in midwife scrubs: "Yeah. Glad I noticed just in time." Wukong: "What in Buddha's name was that!?" Guanyin: "Seems that by donating your dao to preserve your mate's shadows, they formed their own souls. However they needed bodies..." Wukong: "But wait, if Macaque's shadows disappeared some time ago then- how long where you three cooking!?" Three Shadow Cubs: (*no thoughts, only babey*) (‘◇’)? Wukong, realising: "I need a successor."

MK sees his idol in "tired single-parent of three newborns"-mode and instantly understands why the Monkey King needs someone to take up the Staff.

[gojoest]

pregnancy freak satoru quite literally beams with pride every time ppl turn around to look at your baby bump bc that swollen belly is one hell of a proof he’s been performing his husband duties diligently by keeping you well fucked and marked by him

[lxvenderhxzehv]

"y-yeah...I'm a little shocked but I'm happy" He said almost breathlessly. He met her halfway and pulled her into his chest as his arms wrapped around her. His eyes bagan to well up. "But I had a feeling...." he huffed a laugh placing a Kiss to the top of her head. "You're okay yeah?! I know you're probably not going to very soon huh?" He pulled away just a little to look down to her "What made you decide to go get a test?"

Mylene knew this was a big shock for him, it was still a shock for herself as well, but she still couldn’t stop smiling. She set the test down on the bathroom counter and limped towards him a bit more. “I know…we said we would wait but I guess fate had other plans,” she blushes. “I started thinking maybe the stress lately wasn’t actually to blame for me feeling so off,” she shrugged and laughed. “Are you…ok?”

[zerogravityinq]

Ever see those posts about women having massive babies because their husbands are huge like Hawaiin/secretly Shaquille o neal?. No? Am I the only one who gets all the baby content despite being child free???

ANYWAY I feel like no one talks about the potential of any bio kid of Bruce being massive. Like yeah Bruce is normal sized and so is Damian/Helena/Terry but like what if they weren't? Thomas Wayne was a big dude and he wasn't even a fighter!

Can you imagine Martha carting around 4 month old Bruce who is somehow the size of a 3 year old and she just narrows her eyes at Thomas like this is your fault and Thomas just shrugs because Wayne men are just Like That™

Fast forward to Talia who sees Damian's projected growth and size and is like 'you want me to carry what???? Where?????' and like immediately sets up for him to be a test tube baby cuz ain't no way.

Diana (in that weird timeline where Bruce and Diana have a kid) thinks nothing of it and just has the baby. Both her and Bruce are warriors so naturally their child would be sturdy.

Selina bitches at Bruce every chance she gets because the fuck you mean her toddler is 4 but Helena looks like she in the senior year of high school and the star quarterback???

Terry McGinnis' mom immediately know that something is off because her husband isn't built like that and she has seen baby pictures of him and he wasn't this absolute unit at the age of 42 weeks.

Not that any of them are like fat, just dense and grows fast. Cute babies but tf u mean they are not a year yet and look like a full sized toddler???

[misc-obeyme]

weird question but do we... know if the demons are fertile at all??? obviously they have sex drives,,, but do we hear of any kids? i mean if it comes down to it adopting luke is always an option. just going to have to wrestle him from Simon if you're with anyone other than him

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Note: discussion of fertility and having kids (just in case)

Hello there, 🐈‍⬛ anon!

As far as I know, the only demon kids we hear about are Diavolo, Mephistopheles, and presumably Mephisto's little brother.

Diavolo tells us that his mother died after giving birth to him, so I think it's safe to assume that demons are fertile to some extent.

Of course, there's always the fan favorite theory that Dia's mom was a human or an angel. Which would mean at the very least that demons are fertile enough to have children with other species. So even if this turns out to be canon, I think it's still safe to assume demons are fertile.

We hear a lot less about Mephisto and his brother, but the brother certainly sounds like he's still considered a kid. And Mephisto says something about being born to be Dia's friend, so generally I think most of us imagine them as having been kids together.

Due to this, I think it's perfectly reasonable for any of the demons to have kids. It seems that it may be difficult, though. Because if demons could have kids as easily (and sometimes accidentally) as humans, then likely there would be a lot more demon kids than we hear about. (And possibly a lot more demons in general.)

I like to think that the demon population is much smaller than it is for humans (by like a lot 'cause dang there are a lot of humans). I think of it as like maybe being around 8 million in the city proper (like the size of New York City). And then the rest is more scattered and in a lot of less populated cities and such. Maybe around 20 million? And some of that would also be non demons, since they talk about vampires and whatnot else. And also some of those are gonna be those small type demons that sound like they're fairy sized.

Anyway, all of this is to say that if demons are popping out kids at the same rates as humans for all their long lives, there'd be WAY more of them. Like the whole world times five maybe. I dunno, it sounds like the live for thousands upon thousands of years, but still might only have one or two kids that whole time.

So they either have amazing contraception or it's actually rather difficult for them to actually have a child.

Then there's the question of how demons might be created from magic - whether exploding out of a different demon's emotions Satan-style or possibly just magical spells that allow one to create a child.

In the case of MC, I think it's possible. They might need to use some magic to make it happen (depending on how easy it is for any of the other demons to impregnate MC/get impregnated by MC), but it definitely sounds like something that can happen.

I like the idea of MC just adopting random demon kids, though. 'Cause you're right, you'll have to wrestle Simeon for Luke lol!

[milcycyrus-archived]

imessage - mollymae hague

miley: hey i just wanted to say thank you for inviting me to the shower miley: you looked glowing as they say!! miley: how do you feel known what you're having? // @mollymaehague

[milcycyrus-archived]

miley: as you should be!! the inconvenience of flying to another country which is something i can't do now since i'm so flipping pregnant my doctor said i can't fly now!! gah. i'm just playing with you it was lovely to be there and celebrate you and mols miley: she looked stunning really, glowing as they say. i can't believe you are going to be fucking dad what in the world!! has it hit you yet? miley: well who knows maybe this baby could yours bestie!! i see what molly says though you have girl dad vibes coming through miley: honestly? this one has been awful, morning sickness pretty much most of the time --even through the second trimester, feeling so nauseous and that is on a good day...i know they say every pregnancy is different but damn this one has been hard. // @m-mount

Mason: Ever so sorry, Cyrus. Sorry for the inconvenience😉 Mason: Thank you so much for coming tho! Both of you. It was Molly-Mae's dream shower, and I believe it was everything she wanted. So win, win. Loved seeing Nova too! Mason: Honestly wasn't so bothered about the gender. Boy would have been nice but apparently I've been categorized as a boy dad anyway. Little girl works for me! Mason: How's your pregnancy been? @milcycyrus

[cosmicourple]

oo, oo here’s another title for ya, enjoy: It’s not fish piss!

LMAO thanks ☺️😭🫶

oh Gods, what do make of this one :) :

Idea #1: in The Modern Day, a Merfolk! Poseidon, suffering through one of his Heats, and having ventured On Land looking for a preferable Human Partner to seduce and relieve himself with, ends up hooking up with a unsuspecting Odysseus, who turns out to be a surprisingly skilled and thrilling Lover to Engage with, both Sexually and in general. The encounter is so satisfying that Poseidon decides to spare Ody’ the last bit of The Tradition on How Single Merfolk deal with Heats, the cover up of their Encounter, in which is to eat the Human Partner once done with their Cycle :).

Poseidon was careful enough and had enough control over himself to not give away anything about what he is, so it’ll be fine to just walk away this once, right?. And it probably would’ve been, if he hadn’t accidentally Knotted inside during a very passionate round.

Almost a month later, Poseidon is forced to begrudgingly acknowledge that it was the Human’s sharp mind that drew him in, after the riled up bastard somehow tracked him down and ambush tackled him during a Brotherly Rockpool Hangout, screeching bloody murder about how he got him pregnant.

Many an embarrassing scoldings were had from Hestia, (“I thought you had better control over your spend than this!!!”) while his now Partner Responsibility glared at him sourly, looking like an angry feral cat with his swollen belly :),,,

Idea #2: during a seaside trip, while exploring a patch of muck-covered beach, a kid Ody’ and Ctimene find a washed up bottle containing some strange Murky Blue Liquid, which turns out to actually be the trapped Soul Parts of the Ancient Spirit of Posęadon, Corrupted alongside Hïs fellow Gods by The Boiling Rage of Humanity from The Ancient World, now on the very tip of Rising once more, ready to set off Humanity’s Destruction and Awaken Hïs Siblings, but first, all Hě needs to do is deceive Whoever comes across Hïs Prison and get Them to open The Bottle,,,,

Or Hě would have by now- but it seems The Fates are still around to cause inconvenience, because Hě keeps getting interrupted by either the Little Shits inabilities to just listen for one moment, instead looping around the subject in favour of chattering about their lives or asking him stupid questions like:

“Are you a Genie?”

“Can I show you this cool bird I found outside?”

“What do you think of the current Government’s Failure to properly helping Serve Society?”

plus them sometimes deciding to shake The Bottle with no warning ‘cause the little bastards know it makes Hïm feel sick auggg-

OR-

Their frankly insane family butts in, sometimes to try and persuade them to throw away The Bottle (which Hě cannot have happen—).

Sometimes, when the unwillingly nicknamed ‘Stewseidon’ observes them, Hě truly wonders if they might be descended from The Gods pre-corruption or at least certain Greek Royal Bloodlines, especially when looking at the youngest boy’s (who found him) face,,, something Familiar about it,,,,

Idea #3: inspo from The Little Mermaid, Merprince Poseidon ends up falling in love with a Travelling Scammer Family’s son, Odysseus, while they were making a stop at the Seaside Village, and plans to introduce himself disguised as a Human. Unfortunately, due to a track record of dating so horrendous that Poseidon has had to be set up in a Arranged Marriage for any hope’s of producing suitable Royal Heirs, his siblings, specially his brothers, don’t believe that he can possibly pull this guy. And from what they’ve managed to pry from the middle brother, his little crush is Human, which downright convinces them that Poseidon is joking with them or just straight up lying for attention.

Extremely pissed from the lack of faith, endless taunting from Zeus and accusations of damn falsehood, Poseidon makes it his mission to woo Odysseus and then bring him to meet his siblings to show them that he can hold a fucking relationship!!!.

But unfortunately, once having met the Merchant Son for the first time, it seems it’s going to be a lot harder to carry out said mission with how much of a stubborn, snarky, shithead of a person Odysseus turns out to be,,,,

edit: FINALLY got this done AUGGUYGGGGGGVC😭😭😭

[inkblot22]

it’s finally midnight so happy mother’s day to dearie epel’s darling who (unwillingly and unknowingly) is (about to become) the mother to his child <3

aaa can u imagine idol epel from can you keep a secret universe wishing mc a happy mother’s day but she’s confused as to why he’d wish her that when she’s not a mother, oblivious to the horrors awaiting her that very same night? <3

the whole time epel was fantasising about her crying face and leaking tits full of milk and swollen belly round with his baby as she waddles around from place to place, frustrated that she can’t do anything normal and adjusting to her new reality when she’s carrying a human inside her … but epel as usual, finds her absolutely adorable (and ravaging) as she looks like a precious penguin .. yes .. it’s obvious to the whole world who she belongs to now

- epel felmier anon 🍎💜

As I very casually draft the next chapter, your second sentiment here absolutely blasted an idea into my mind. I won't... say it here. I'd like it to be one of those sick surprises when the next chapter comes out.

That being said: Epel fetishizing his pregnant darling (because he likes them better when they aren't the person he knew, but more than that he likes them dependent on him becs he's a freak,) and capitalizing on their loss of mobility, the swollen ankles, the mood swings, etc., to play the hero who deserves some kind of accolade, even if it's just his honey's soft little hand down his pants... is a thought I very much welcome. I don't think he'd be the type to become a lump somewhere in the house later on in the "relationship." He's an overactive participant. He's lost enough control in his life. Let him have this.

Although Epel is not my favorite, he has a lot of nasty potential. Boundless nasty potential, if you will. Vil saw a potential tool in his plan, I see a potential future father, all too excited to play out his deranged domestic fantasies with an unwilling partner. Thank you so much for sharing this idea with me and trusting me to bring it to fruition!

[quitealotofsodapop]

AU idea: Wukong goes into labor with the stone egg WHILE he's fighting Macaque

Not sure which fight you mean honestly, but I assume you meant the "OG" fight back during the Journey days.

I imagine this all occurs likely in a version of the Jttw Stone Egged au where Macaque joins the gang after he found out.

Wukong and Macaque are fighting neck and neck when Macaque finally stops to listen to Wukong's shouts;

Wukong, in tears: "Macaque please! Don't make me do this! I'm with-" Macaque: "What's that weird noise??" Wukong: "Huh?" Macaque: "It sorta sounds like a... bag of water? With a heartbeat inside of- OHHHH!" Macaque: (*points at Wukong's pants*) Wukong: (*looks down and sees that his water has broken*) Both monkeys: (*start screaming!*)

Macaque drops his glamour immediately to tend to his mate.

Macaque: "I have so many questions! Who, why, and how long?!" Wukong, has Macaque's hand in a death-grip: "You, Mountain, 500 years." Macaque, mental gears turning: "Huh!?! How did- ohhh wait... self-spawning. If I had kept coming and fed you peaches you wouldn't have-" Wukong: "Yeah!" Macaque: "And since I wa- Am your mate the kid would be-" Wukong: "YEAH." Macaque, trying to lighten the mood: "Do I get visitation rights?" Wukong, voice deepening: "DON'T PUSH IT, BUD!"

Eventually the Pilgrims and Guanyin catch up (the Bodhisattva heard that water break from across the sea), and see the Six Eared Macaque has completely dropped his Monkey King glamour and is trying his best to keep the real Sun Wukong's breathing steady.

Guanyin quickly gets to work; bringing Wukong to somewhere nice and warm and dry to have the baby. They suggest that the reappearance of the other parent (i.e Macaque) caused the Egg to prematurely decide to make itself known.

Bonus if this is the first time certain Pilgrims (besides a wise dragon-dragon) heard of such a thing XD

Ao Lie, excited: "It's already happening!? Congratulations!!" Wukong: "Thanks Lie, but I'd prefer to get the kid out before you all start thanking me." Zhu Bajie, oblivious: "Wait what kid!? They heck is everyone talking about?!" Tripitaka: (*hyperventilating into his hat like it's a paper bag*) Sha Wujing: "I suppose well wishes are in order! Did Brother Wukong drink from the same river and choose to decline the cure?" Wukong: "No, it's HIS fault." (*jabs thumb at Macaque*) Macaque: (*blushing, waves nervously at his mate's Pilgrim brothers*) Ao Lie, breaking the tension: "So this is your Equal in Strength you've been telling us about!" Macaque, slight smugness: "That's what you've been calling me?" Wukong, gritting teeth from pain: "Not now Mihou..."

Macaque stays at Wukong's side the whole time, even as his instincts are going nuts, snarling at the Pilgrims if they dare approach. And even when his hand was definitely broken by Wukong's grip during a really bad contraction.

The rest of the Pilgrims meditate and pray for Wukong and the baby's health. Ao Lie makes a point of chilling in his dragon form to scare off any passing creatures or people - dragons don't like being disturbed when they're laying an egg, and he imagines its the same for Stone Monkeys.

After a lot of pushing and encouragement, a tiny egg makes itself known, cracking open shortly thereafter.

What lies within?

A chirpy, chubby-faced baby monkey with glowing (Macaque starts crying then) ears and dark fur - the little thing's cries sounding indignant as if they'd been awakened from a long sleep. Guanyin makes a point to gather the citrine and amethyst-imbedded shell of the newborn for the parents to keep.

Wukong and Macaque can't even remember what they were fighting about earlier - all that matters is the clinging baby on Wukong's chest. Little thing is a bit smaller than expected due to their premature birth, but they're healthy and hungry.

The rest of the Pilgrims are allowed in after everything is cleaned up and Macaque's hand has been bandaged.

First thing out of anyone's mouth is;

Zhu Bajie: "I thought monkeys had litters?" Wukong, growling: "Don't jinx me."

So yeah, now the Journey has a newborn baby and it's dad along for the ride.

[gojoest]

pregnancy freak satoru kisses your baby bump no matter where you are—be it in public or behind closed doors, in front of friends or the higher ups, he crouches down and plants a peck on your belly right after he’s done kissing your lips

[lowlights]

Recalibration

Din Djarin x f!reader / 1k

Warnings: Established relationship, medical diagnosis, reader is not able to have kids, lots of feelings, insecurity and worry, Din being just the absolute sweetest, comfort, reader has a uterus but this can actually be read as a gn! reader I think.

Last year, a cancer diagnosis robbed me of the choice to have kids. It's been a journey to grieve and process this, even when I thought I might not have kids anyway. This story was written in response to an ask to @haylzcyon who gave me the permission and strength to write this. This is dedicated to that anon, and anyone else who has gone through something like this.

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You sat in a stunned silence outside the medcenter, wide-eyed and stone-faced. The people of the town bustled in front of you as they went about their day, buying fruits and textiles, laughing and arguing and living. 

Rage boiled up inside of you. How could they just run their errands like everything was normal? Like your whole world hadn’t just been upended? The feeling was misplaced but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. Anger was easier than the unnameable monster that was eating at you from the very pit of your stomach. You clenched your hands into fists, knuckles white and aching. 

“That deal took much longer than I wanted, I’m sorr- what’s wrong?” Normally the shiny Mandalorian was hard to miss - unless he wanted to be invisible - but you hadn’t noticed him walk up beside you. His hand went to his belt as he glanced around the crowd, his other hand protectively gripping your shoulder. 

His touch shocked you out of your resentment of the world. “No, it’s- nothing’s wrong, Mando. Can we go back to the ship? Now, please?” You inwardly cringed at how high your voice was as you tried your best to be fine, and you knew that he clocked it immediately as well. 

With a silent nod, Mando guided you back to the ship that you both called home. His left hand never left the small of your back as he parted the crowds for you wordlessly. At first, you found comfort in his presence but dread slowly seeped into your bones as you realized that you were going to have to explain what the doctor had just told you. 

Mando’s helmet was off almost before the door of the ship had whooshed closed. “Cyare, what’s wrong? What happened?” His deep brown eyes bore a hole into your soul, and as soon as his hands cupped your face you broke down in tears. The ugly sobs poured out even though you wished them back into your body with every ounce of your being. 

“I-I just went in to get my meds refilled and get some more bacta patches for the ship, right? I hadn’t seen a doctor in a while so he ran some…some tests.” Mando nodded along even though he knew all of this already. His thumbs stroked your cheeks as he tried not to rush you. The worry was clear on his face, though. You needed to just spit it out. 

“He said I can’t, well I shouldn’t…I can’t have kids, Din. I can’t give you kids. I’m s-so…I’m so sorry. And I didn’t even know I wanted to have kids but now I can’t. I’m so sorry.” You collapsed against him as the sobs returned. He immediately wrapped his arms around you. Stars above, he must be so upset. What if he was angry? What if he didn’t want to be with you now? All you could think was the worst. 

Mando murmured sweet, soft things to you as he softly kissed the crown of your head. As your tears subsided you could make out what he was saying. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you. Please be alright, I love you.” 

Your heart fully cracked open. “You’re not mad?” you asked with a shaky voice, finding the courage to look him in the eyes. 

“Mad?” he asked quizically. “Why would I be mad?” 

The assumptions you had made in your head spilled out of you.“You’re just…you’re such a good dad! And I can’t ever give you that. You deserve someone who can give you kids and the life that you want. I’m so sorry.” 

“No!” Mando said firmly as he hugged you to his chest again. “Don’t apologize again. There is nothing to be sorry about.” 

Relief rushed over you and you finally wrapped your hands around his waist. “Okay,” you whispered into the beskar chest plate. You stood there with him - your protector, your love, your Din - and said nothing as your breathing finally returned to normal. When you pulled back to look at him, you saw that his face was still twisted in worry. 

“Are you- please, cyare, tell me if you’re well. Are you sick? Is it..is it bad?” 

The realization that you had totally skipped over the why of this made you mentally kick yourself. “I’m fine! I’m- well, it’s not a terminal illness or anything. I’m so sorry- no, let me apologize for this,” you chided when he opened his mouth to protest. “It’s not something that will hurt me, so long as I don’t get pregnant. But I’m alright, physically I’m alright.” 

Din felt his own relief with that reassurance and settled you both down on your shared cot so that you could fill him in on every detail. He held your hand the entire time and wiped away your tears when they came again, never rushing or prodding. When you were finally done explaining you looked at him with expectant eyes. What would he say now that he knew the finality of it all? 

Din wasn’t a man of many words. This had certainly been the case when you met him, and he still was more likely to sit back and listen rather than speak. He cleared his throat and you held your breath. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what it is like to lose the choice to have children. But listen- we have a kid. We have Grogu. You’re my family. You’ve given me everything I could want.” 

You bit your lip. “Swear?” 

He nodded. “I swear. Down the line, if we want kids, we can adopt them as our own. I was a kid who needed a home, and so was Grogu. But as long as it’s the three of us, that’s all that matters.” 

You believed him. The look in his eyes, the way he held you to him, the way he has always protected you with his life. You believed him. 

Din kissed you, long and slow, and you melted into each other. “Speaking of, it’s time to go pick up Grogu from Greef. He’s probably destroyed his office by now,” he said with a chuckle. “You okay?” 

“I’m okay,” you sighed. You knew you would be, even when it got hard again. 

You both stood and Din led you by the hand to the cockpit. It was time to go pick up your child. 

[nopecho]

no offense but to me Whitney is the expecting father who hears that "sex during the final trimester of pregnancy can be good (to loosen the muscles)" and asks for a blowjob

LMAOOO yeah you're absolutely right. Ngl I can also see it the other way around.

Lovingly licking his slut's cunt for hours on end, making them orgasm time and time again, until they're a soaking panting mess on the ground.

Then a large hand rests on their bulging stomach.

"now's my turn, slut."

[domistique]

thoughts on chomega chegnancy?

YES!!!

i go between thinking he'd be the neediest brattiest teariest omega in the whole world and thinking the chegnancy would temporarily make him very docile and meek. either way pregnant omega charles would be so beautiful and glowing that all the alphas around would be driven mad they couldn't have him...... sweetheart would be so soft and round his face would DEFINITELY get softer.... bratty emotional charles would get so irritated by his alpha constantly grabbing and pinching and petting and poking him he'd burst into tears and has to be bridal carried into the bedroom to cuddle (there will be NO comments about how heavy he is thank you very much). maybe once he's got used to the changes he would weaponize his body a LOT more.... refuses to walk anywhere, demands his alpha hand feed him whatever food he's craving, pretends to be insecure about the weight gain so his alpha will take him to bed and worship him for a few hours, etc.

on the other hand meek docile charles is SO much more submissive and blushy than normal. very quiet and serene and loves being pregnant so much. always in some sort of nest (charles' alpha brings him the softest blankets and pillows and gets stuck cuddling for hours and hours, softly kissing him and listening to his little noises of satisfaction). i think this charles would get very into feminine clothing (hormones make him want to always feel soft and pretty) so his alpha would spoil him with gifts of beautiful maternity dresses and soft pink sweaters that engulf him and gorgeous comfortable lingerie (just for charles to feel cute in himself. it's rare he wears it during sex but when he does his alpha falls into a total trance and charles has to snap him out of it with a kiss). his body is SO SOFT and curvy and plump and his alpha will pinch his soft cheeks and chin to make him whine and blush bright red......