#mentions of mpreg

[bunny-is-cute]

Angel: *holding baby spider kittens in his arms being a proud papa* Say hi daddy!

Husk: *looks at one of the kittens in particular with all white fur*

Husk: Who’s goddamn white baby is that?

Angel: This is your baby. He’s just light furred

Husk: *looks at other two kittens in Angel’s arms* Those two might be mine. Those two right there. But just because they look Husk, don’t mean they belong to Husk. But I don’t care what this baby looks like because this baby is rice-furred but not light furred.

Angel: *turns to the doctor* How strong were the drugs you gave him for his c-section?

Doctor: Oh very strong.

Husk: *recovering from c-section sedation after he gave birth to the kitten-spiders and is rambling like a madman*

Angel: I see…

#hazbin hotel #fanfiction #fanfic #hazbits #mentions of mpreg #surgery recovery #drug-implied #sedation #husk #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #hazbin anthony #this is just a joke #please don’t take this seriously #mpreg #husk was the pregnant one

[onboardsorasora]

I wrote it @arturleclerc and @123pixieaod! A cute lil kid fic. Sequel to this my first ever f1rpf drabble, and based on this adorable party. (I hope it's good 🫣)

Edit: we now have a continuation here

Daniel wouldn't say he was overwhelmed but it was a near thing. Overwhelmed with so much happiness. He stood in the middle of his and Max's living room looking around to make sure the decorations were perfect.

Of course, everyone knew the first birthday party was for the parents and not the child. And maybe he and Max had been more than a little self indulgent when they agreed on the Formula 1 theme.

Of course, all of the ready made decorations were in red and even suggesting that to Max had been tantamount to treason. So, they had designed everything themselves. Between the both of them they were; creative, detail oriented and anal retentive.

Max designed the cake and wall decor and Daniel tackled the birthday boys outfits, the photo backdrops and the floor decor. Then they'd sent them off to their party planner and waited.

Daniel had to admit, it had been a lot of work– lots of phone calls and organizing and dates– but everything came together beautifully. While Red Bull wasn't the actual theme, no one could even suggest that this was a Ferrari themed party.

Noah was currently cooing in his Papa's arms, banging a rubber duck – gifted by his uncle Carlos– on Max's shoulder. He was delighting in the short squeaks. Max held him sturdily, glancing over with a smile when Noah offered the duck to him.

Daniel thought Noah looked adorable in his mini race suit that closely matched the race suit his parents wore back in 2017, the deep navy with the bright red racing stripe on the side.

He was a chunky pale thing with blue eyes and blonde hair; all Max and barely any Daniel. If he hadn't carried him and went through nine hours of labour, Daniel would have thought that he was Max's clone. (His short blonde hair was finally showing maybe the possibility of a curl or wave and Daniel couldn't be happier).

"Everything looks amazing, Danny. You did well." Sebastian offered him a beer, clinking their bottles together.

"Thank you. It was a lot." Daniel laughed, side-stepping Isaac, his nephew, who was chasing another friend in the matching electric bumper cars that looked like an Aston Martin DBS and Honda NSX.

"Noah seems to be enjoying himself."

Daniel snorted, "oh that duck is his new best friend. I'm not even mad because before, it was one of the protein shaker bottles."

"Daniel! Where is my beloved nephew?" Charles entered the room with a flourish. He deposited his gift bags in a seemingly safe corner and beelined for Max who turned from his conversation with Lando and Carlos. Charles only had eyes for Noah, altering his voice and making faces to get the toddler to giggle.

Noah acquiesced to being held by one of his uncles and Max begrudgingly let him go. Charles immediately walked to one of the photo backdrops, the one proclaiming Noah the future F1 Champ and demanded photos be taken of them. Lando rolled his eyes but soon was taken in by his unofficial duties as photographer.

"Uncle Daniel look! I have tattoos like you now!" Isabella ran up to the pair, showing off her arm that now sported multiple racing themed temporary tattoos. Daniel crouched to her level with a wide Ricciardo grin, his eyes squinting with his happiness.

"We match!" He said excitedly, pressing his larger forearm against her tinier one. Kissing her racecar with his Love. She squealed in happiness, kissed his cheek and ran off to play with the other children running amok in the den.

Max came over and flung his arm around Daniel's waist and it was then that Seb saw the matching tshirts. 'Dad of Champ' 'Papa of Champ'. Max's smile could only be described as proud.

The chaos continued with a car race around a 'track' set up in the den and extended to the patio and back. Issac won the first race, a little girl named Brin won the second and Isabella won the third. The trophy ceremonies were the stuff of dreams; Daniel and Carlos taught the kids to spray the sparkling grape juice like winners. Charles snuggled comfortably with Noah, pointing out all festivities with adorable commentary.

When it was time to cut the cake, Noah 'drove' to the table in his DBS that had his name on it. He squealed happily when Daniel scooped him up and kissed his chubby cheeks. He reached for the cake before anyone could stop him and the group laughed and sung happy birthday while he happily munched on cake and blue icing.

Max leaned over to kiss Noah's stained cheek and Daniel felt like his heart was bursting out of his chest. Yeah, he was officially overwhelmed and life was good.

#maxiel #max/daniel #kid fic #first birthday party #maxiel fic #mentions of mpreg #my fic rec #maxiel parents #noah au

[lil-shiro]

u cannot let the voice of the crowd dull your shine.......your omegaverse opinions.....my kingdom for your omegaverse opinions........

Oh 😳😳 hi...well I would hate to let you down, although I really only have one opinion that I'm afraid of getting hunted down for....

No hate please and thank you this is all for fun ☺️

I'm in fact, an alpha charles truther, I understand why omega charles is more popular buuut I really think he could pull it off from how I look at a/b/o.

For me, I like how he's very much in control of and aware of his situation (RE: Ferrari), because in all honestly he doesn't need Ferrari, Ferrari needs HIM. They depend on him, and even when they let him down, it doesn't deteriorate him from pulling insane results and keeping that morale going. He's truly convinced them of a WCC, and I think having that command and power says a lot. Basically he's got them by the neck at all times.

There's nothing wrong with the whole sacrificial lamb narrative, but I don't view it that way. I don't think he's sacrificing anything, frankly he doesn't care who's in his way and never has (RE: rivalries, ghosts of his past etc.). Even when Ferrari have their flop moments. I also view him as such an unwavering pillar for everyone around him...I've seen this man look haunted but never broken down.

Like he's always out for blood and I respect that. So ya, I'd love to see more alpha charles narrative out there. (idk if any of this makes sense, just my spiel).

Other than this, my opinions are pretty bland and honestly depends on the pairing itself. If I had to list some:

omega Checo. I think he should carry a baby.

Carlos should be written whining and begging more (the Australia radio changed me)

Alpha George has great potential (let him fuck!) (a/a britcedes has great potential)

a/a + o/o in general is underrated

I'll spare you any wax poeting about Lance cause I already go on about him so much you probably know my thoughts hehe. If you want my opinions on anything specifically, just ask, I don't mind :)

#no witch hunts pls #mentions of mpreg #a/b/o warning #anon #asks

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Chapters: 23/23 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Harry Potter/Voldemort, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Forced Marriage, Arranged Marriage, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Sane Voldemort (Harry Potter), Sane Tom Riddle, Horcruxes, Marriage Contracts, Negotiations, End of Year 6, Politics, Wizengamot (Harry Potter), Wandless Magic (Harry Potter), No Smut Summary:

End of 6th Year, in an AU where Dumbledore has Harry under compulsions. Harry finds himself breaking free from those binds and accidentally gives Tom Riddle back his sanity. Tom of course takes the next logical step in this chain of events: forcing the Boy-Who-Lived into a marriage contract with him so he can obtain the Slytherin Lordship (definitely not because he likes the boy, Nagini please stop saying that).

Follow Harry and friends (though mostly Harry) as the Chosen One navigates negotiations, falls in love with the new Tom, and schemes his way past Dumbledore and into power.

#harry potter #fanfiction #ao3 #tomarry #dumbledore bashing #neville/luna #ron/hermione #ginny/draco #wandless magic #marriage contracts #peace negotiations #sane tom riddle #implied fred/george/rabastan #mentions of mpreg #rituals #remus/severus #sitting the NEWTS early

[solohux]

I love the headcanon of Alpha Kylo as a stay at home dad watching after the pups while Omega Hux is off doing important work stuff. It's unconventional in their society, but they're both happy.

Trains are a nightmare. Be home in 15, sweetheart. X

Kylo reads the text from his mate before setting his phone back down on the counter and turning the stove down, setting the pan of pasta to boil gently now that his omega is running late for dinner. There have been a lot of issues on the local rail network recently so it’s unsurprising that during the rush hour on this Thursday evening has put a delay on their Italian meal.

Luckily, the girls aren’t too bothered.

Four year old Ava sits at the dining table in the middle of the kitchen, a chunky crayon in her hand as she scribbles over a drawing of their cat, colouring it a shade of bright orange that would, no doubt, offend Millicent if she saw it. And 10 month old Isla is content in her father’s hold, gurling as she watches her sister colour in.

“Mama will be home soon, Ava,” Kylo says, wiping his free hand on his apron before adjusting his hold on Isla, supporting her head as he sits down astride the table’s bench. “Are you hungry?”

Ava shrugs, “Kinda. My ice cream is still here.” She rubs her little tummy, smiling at the memory of sitting on her father’s shoulders eating an ice cream whilst he kissed the head of her sleeping baby sister held in the papoose around his chest.   

Kylo mirrors his daughter’s smile, ruffling her messy red hair. It’s been a good day; the gloomy sky didn’t dampen their moods at all this morning as Kylo handed his packed lunch to Hux and kissed him goodbye before getting the girls ready to go to the park. The stares of the omega mothers don’t concern him anymore; at first, he despised how they looked down at him for being a stay-at-home alpha whilst his omega went to work and provided for their family. It isn’t tradition, but it also isn’t any of their business. With Isla watching from her place in the papoose on her father’s strong chest, Kylo helped Ava onto the swings and pushed her gently, smiling whenever the young pup squealed in excitement. After that, they had stopped by the supermarket for milk and bread before going for ice cream, all home in time for an afternoon nap. Perfect.

When Hux accidentally fell pregnant, it made sense for Kylo to give up work; Hux made a boatload more money than he did and Kylo hated his job. Hux didn’t want to give up his career and Kylo didn’t have one to give up. And every day, he smiles knowing that they made the right decision for their family.

In his arms, Isla wriggles and fusses, but Kylo is quick to hush her and rock her to sleep.

Minutes later, the front door opens and the alpha’s senses are overwhelmed by the familiar scent of his omega.

“I’m home. Kylo?”

“In the kitchen,” Kylo calls out, just as Ava yells ‘Mama!’ and leaps up to her feet.

“Hi, baby,” Hux says, waltzing into the kitchen in his navy blue suit and long, black coat. He sets his umbrella and briefcase down before taking his daughter into his arms, propping her on his hip. “How’s my girl?”

“We went to the park! Papa let me go on the big swings!”

Hux raises an eyebrow, “Did he, now?”

“I was gentle,” Kylo replies, standing up to steal a kiss from his omega. “She loved it.”

“I did, Mama! I loved it!”

“Well, you’re a big sister now, aren’t you? I suppose it’s okay that you and Papa went on the big swings.”

“How was your day?” Kylo asks, taking in the beautiful sight of his omega in his suit. He can guarantee that no lawyer in the world is as handsome as his mate; hells, Hux is the only omega lawyer in the world.

“It went well,” Hux says, kissing Ava before setting her back down on the floor so she can carry on with her colouring. He opens his arms to take hold of Isla, whose little eyes light up at the sight of her mother’s face. “Mr Snoke’s case is complicated but he’s being cooperative thus far. We’ll have to wait and see how things play out in court in a few weeks.”

“You’re incredible,” Kylo says, tummy fluttering with all kinds of emotions as he watches his fierce yet still-soft omega rock their pup to sleep.

“I know,” Hux says, smirking.

“Here,” Kylo says, taking the baby back and placing her down in her bassinet. “Dinner is almost ready. Italian. Your slippers are at the bottom of the stairs and I’ve laid out your sweats on the bed for you to get changed.”

“My alpha,” Hux sighs, throwing his arms around Kylo’s neck. “You take good care of me, don’t you?”

“You deserve it, Armitage. You and the girls, you’re my everything.”

Hux steals a kiss, “And you’re mine.”

Although he’s never said it, Kylo knows just how grateful Hux is for raising their pups whilst he builds his career. For Kylo, it’s an alpha’s honour.

#kylux #alpha kylo #omega hux #you didn't ask for a fic but i love this trope too!!!!! #m:writing #mpreg #mentions of mpreg

[violet-traitor]

what do you mean you'll have to miss on two child units if you want to achieve the only existent mlm pairing in fe fates. should've allowed M!Corrin to get pregnant smh

#I'm not just finding out about this I just wanted to make this joke really bad #it's has probably been made before though #let me be.let me have fun. #Also do i need to emphasize that this is a joke HAHA #mentions of mpreg #fire emblem fates #valposting

[twstblogttctm]

Somewhere in My Secret Heart

Ten years ago, Leona returned home to the Sunset Savanah. Ten years ago, Vil found out Leona was leaving him. But not without one last gift that completely shattered everything he'd ever worked for. After a decade, Vil's trying to live again. However, Leona's now back on the Isle of Sages after being cast out from the royal family. Will Vil be able to continue protecting the secret he's kept from the disgraced prince all this time? More importantly, will Leona be able to protect them?

#leovil #leona kingscholar #vil schoenheit #twisted wonderland #mentions of mpreg #fic writing #Good God its been so long since I've Tumblred #I don't remember to how do any of this. #But I made a side blog and now I'm here

[hpdabbles]

Can u do an identity reveal of Harry from 'how to break a timeline ', potters or Reg noticing how similar bby Harry (as he grows) looks to our Harry, how bby Harry instantly calms down with Harry nearby. No pressure to write tho, I'm just too invested in it😅

Regulus always wondered about his husband's past. He hasn't learned anything about it, even after all the years they have been married.

Their tenth anniversary was next week, and he still did not know Harry by anything but his married name. Though privately, he always suspected it was Potter. His love looked far too much like the Potters to not be one.

Harry is redundant to speak about his past, but Regulus knows if he asked, Harry would tell him. He just...never found the time.

The war took first priority because their marriage had been built on Harry needing a legal way to take down Voldemort. Then it was stabilizing the family's image without taking credit for the Dark Lord's defeat- apparently, Harry claimed nothing good could come from being famous for taking down the dark lord.

After that, it was fixing his relationship with his brother, rebuilding Uncle Alphard's company, and finally caring for his brother's godson.

They stayed busy, Harry like a hurricane moving from one place to the other with no warning and leaving chaos in his wake. Regulus followed him everywhere, awed by his husband and falling just a little deeper in love every time.

To try and tie someone like that down by something as unimportant as a mysterious past would be a crime.

It hardly matters to Regulus on most days, being too darn happy with his love, but he will admit his Slytherin mind kept him wondering at night.

He had some theories.

Harry is an illegitimate Potter child. Hidden by his muggle mother to protect him from his magical family. Maybe she thought they would hurt him even though the Potters were known for supporting such children.

Harry is a Seer. He saw what would happen, but unlike most seers, he didn't believe in letting things be. Harry would carve his own future. He also seemed to know far too much, even if he claimed he had always been able to figure out secrets.

Harry is the Dark Lord's son. His Parselmouth appearance and magic were similar to Voldemort's. Again he knew far too much to not have a fair warning of how Voldemort worked.

Harry is magic personified. His husband is a wonder in far too many ways not to somehow be a blessing of magic. Magically powerful, beautiful, intelligent, and confused by humans' customs. Harry stumbled a lot over slang used by his fellow humans, and some mannerisms made his nose wrinkle.

He had never spoken about these theories with Harry; somehow, they felt both too personal and unimportant to breach the subject with him. But Regulus watched, recorded what he saw, and then filed the evidence for each theory deep within his mind.

Regulus leaned more toward theories two and three for various reasons. The more he got used to Harry, the more he felt that his husband lived in a different time.

Little references to things that did not exist, only to be surprised when they are introduced to the world a year or two later, made-up slang that grew popular but not by Harry, and sometimes just actions that made Regulus feel like there was a generational gap between them despite Harry insisting on his age being the same as Regulus.

"Love, can I ask you something?" Regulus whispers, careful not to be too loud least he wakes Little Harry.

If someone would have told him ten years ago that Regulus would regularly be babysitting for James Potter, he would have laughed in their face. Now he is mindful of the ten-year-old comfortably snoozing on his husband's chest. The child had fallen asleep while Harry read to him the story of the Mask Hero, defeater of He Should Not Be Named.

Harry's bright green eyes swing to him from over the little head with a raised brow. "Hmm?"

For a moment, Regulus forgets why he called out to him, suddenly struck by the image of his husband cuddling a child that could be a miniature copy of him, and he wonders if they should try for a child soon.

Harry could carry, or they could adopt. Regulus would be happy with either.

"What's up Regs?" Harry asks in that strange but endearing way of talking.

"Would you like a child?" He blurts without meaning to and has the pleasure of watching his normally hard-to-tease husband turn bright red.

"Wha-what brought this on?" Harry asks while carefully retucking the blanket around Little Harry more. Regulus' heart skips a beat.

"I just realized that you would be a great father. You act like one already to Little Harry, knowing what he needs, what makes him happy, and you two look so alike it isn't hard to picture-!" Regulus snaps his mouth shut as his words register in his mind. "You look alike. Your magic is the same....Merlin...Harry, are you Little Harry?!"

There is a pause where the two stare at each other. The fire in the fireplace cracks in silence, and only Little Harry's tiny mumbles- he sleeps talks- could be heard. His question hangs in the air, choking him in suspense as suddenly everything makes so much sense, but at the same time, nothing does.

Suddenly Harry grins, mischief and death dancing around his lips, and Regulus falls again. "You really are the brightest wizard of your time. Yeah, Regs, I'm Harry Potter from an alternative time Line."

Regulus chuckles nervously, and then his eyes roll back into his head. Harry's urgent call of his name is the last thing he hears as he gives into his shock and falls unconscious.

Life is never dull when Harry Black- apparently nee Potter is around.

#How to break a timeline #Regulus/Harry #hpdabbles #Harry Potter #Little Harry known for years #He just likes naps #Story time is also Cuddle time in the Black household #Mentions of Mpreg

[fantasiasodapop]

The introduction of the Murder Time Trio, and an overreaction on some parts.

#curing a glitch's blues #curing a glitch's blues fic #error sans #afterdeath #mentions of mpreg #horror sans #fresh sans #dust sans #killer sans #nightmare sans #geno sans #reaper sans

[pixiegrl]

Make Your Own

Luke and Ashton are having another kid. It makes Michael and Calum think

@werewolfashton birthday calls for more Dads! Ages ago when I was working on this fic, Mimi requested Malum having a kid and so we created Joy. She is very much Mimi's as she is mine and Malum's. Just something sweet for their life together for my sweet friend.

Happy birthday my love! Thank you for everything and anything. I love you and all our movie dates and shit talking and hangs out. I love talking to you and chilling with you and many many kisses. I have forgotten all words but know I Love you very very much.

Thank you @escapesos​ for the edits love you

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39668805

#my writing #dads verse #malum #background lashton #omegaverse #mentions of mpreg #its just sweet domestic stuff for them #malum have a baby and name her joy #werewolf

[bunny-is-cute]

Alastor: *minding own business*

Calliope *age 5*: Papa am I adopted?

Alastor: *triggered by memory of her Eldridge-style spontaneous birth*

Calliope:…?

Alastor: No Calliope Dear…you certainly weren’t adopted.

#HazBits #hazbin hotel #chat #part of fanfic #Alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin OC #Calliope Morningstar #mentions of mpreg #past mpreg

[bon-sides-sw]

Uni Au

And the twins make an appearance!

#star wars #bons art #my art #obi wan kenobi #cal kestis #mpreg mention #mpreg art #anakin skywalker #bode akuna #luke skywalker #leia organa #leia skywalker #obikin #spyscrapper #bd1 #cal kestis is obi wan's son and i'll die on that hill #uni au #modern au #modern day au #omegaverse #omega cal #omega luke #omega obi-wan kenobi #bd is a cat bc i say so #jedi fallen order #jedi survivor #jfo #rots #star wars prequels #bodecal

[baby-xemnas]

idr who suggested human baby get a lil bear costume

related to this

#lawbepo #mpreg mention #my art #one piece

[deecotan]

For the pregnant Zosan art (which I love) is Sanji eating or cooking anything strange with the pregnancy cravings?

YES. I answered something similar here about my pregnant sanji headcanons and weird cravings is definitely one of them. i also drew this back then (i don't remember if i have posted them to tumblr or not?? sorry my memory is shit) which is basically a glimpse to what zosan is up to on sanji's early days of his first pregnancy. so yeah

some more fun headcanons:

zoro's stomach becomes a whole new level of indestructible after enduring months of sanji's weirdass pregnancy cuisine, because not only he eats them alongside sanji, he takes the brunt by eating the "rejects" aka the food sanji HATES all of the sudden literally 5 seconds after making them. forget about eating razor blades, zoro's stomach achieves true nirvana after enduring chocolate tuna and peanut butter pickles for two weeks straight.

sanji got sick at one point and suffered from quite a bad fever. during his bedrest he became delirious and started to crave drinking zoro's milk straight out of his breasts. he cried and throwed up after zoro said no i can't breastfeed you because my breasts can't produce any milk. zoro then said you technically can drink YOUR own milk after you give birth later, but sanji only cried harder because his milk is for the baby & he doesn't want to steal their baby's food. zoro ended up buying him carton milk and he recovered quickly after that.

sanji's misadventure of weird pregnancy cuisine marks the first time luffy got humbled after pestering sanji for food and ended up being served a food combination that even he can't fathom. you know it's bad when luffy doesn't want to eat your food.

#zosan #mpreg #ask #tw for #breastfeeding #technically only mentions about it but. still

[amalepregnancyworld]

#mpreg #male pregnancy #gay #mpreg mention #mpreg story #mpreg kink #pregnant #belly #pregnant man

[jetblackfeeling]

#gego #sugusato #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu #mpreg mention #my schlock #april fools