#mpreg Tumblr posts

  • performatitvity
    30.11.2021 - 16 minutes ago

    watching Juno for the first time since i was a teenager and PROFOUNDLY disturbed by the fact that i just did not pick up on any of the creepiness of the mark-juno relationship. how is that even possible i'm insane

    #also juno is an MPreg movie now which rocks #perso
    View Full
  • blesspastacraig
    30.11.2021 - 18 minutes ago

    Strawberry Kiss - 9/20

    He's nervous to tell his friends but he doesn't think they'll ditch him. He doesn't think that they'll stop being his friend out of embarrassment. They'll probably just be worried for him and once the seriousness has sunken in, he'll probably become the new butt of the jokes. He doesn't like that he'll probably be their new source of laughter for the meantime but he'd much rather some good-natured teasing than all his friends walking out on him. He hopes they won't get shit for being friends with him. He needs to warn them before things get really out of control.

    Unfortunately for him, when he arrives at school on Monday things are already happening. People are looking at him and whispering. He doesn't need to hear what they're saying to know what's going on. The rumor that he is pregnant is already floating around, like he knew it would eventually

    #my fic#my writing#mpreg#super junior#heekyu#kyuchul#cho kyuhyun#kim heechul #super junior fanfic #super junior fanfiction #super junior kyuhyun #super junior heechul #cho kyuhyun/kim heechul #kyuhyun/heechul
    View Full
  • hazbincalifornia
    29.11.2021 - 4 hours ago
    #circus au#asks#anonymous #adoring the specification this is canon and NOT ot-verse blitzo #even canon knows this is a probably better deal #helluva mpreg#daddy blitzo
    View Full
  • a-repo-mans-daughter
    29.11.2021 - 5 hours ago

    Cw/ mpreg

    Needed me some fluffy domestic radiodust 💕

    View Full
  • hazbincalifornia
    29.11.2021 - 6 hours ago

    Toys

    Chapter 29:  Blitzo has a talk with Loona, and plays with his dolls.

    Warnings: Mpreg, same as always.

    Likes, replies, and reblogs are all appreciated, both here and on ao3!

    Ao3 link

    “I’ll drive.”

    “I can-“

    “Look, I’m not dying in a car crash because you feel like shit, alright? I’m driving. End of story.” Loona raised an eyebrow and had a tone that left no room for argument. He wasn’t particularly in the arguing mood, so he just grumbled out a ‘fine’.

    Breakfast had been… quiet, something Blitzo had appreciated. His chest was still constricted as he’d poked at his half-filled bowl of cereal- even though his stomach was growling, it tasted like clumps of wet grass, and had the texture to match. He’d only managed to choke down a few bites before dumping the rest in the sink, soggy wheat and off-color milk spiraling down the drain.

    The scratches on his back were thin but deep enough to have not faded in the hours between when they’d been made and his alarm going off, and every time he stretched, he could feel them pulling at the skin.

    “So, how’s today going to go?” Loona pulled the driver’s side door closed with a snap as Blitzo yanked the passenger seat forward. She always kept it jammed so far backwards that Moxxie complained it was cutting off circulation in his legs when they carpooled, and he wanted to not feel like there was half a mile between him and the glove compartment. A huff of air left her mouth as she checked something on her phone before dropping it in the cupholder for the ride to work. “Unless you need to go shopping again, you don’t really need to come. You look like you’d rather jump off the building than go inside it right now, and nobody’s gonna want to scrape both you and the little leech off the pavement.”

    “I’ll just… stay at the office with you,” Blitzo muttered. “I don’t have jack to do at home anyway besides binging Voxflix.”

    She shrugged. “Fair enough. The couch is pretty comfy if you need to crash there, even though it smells like shit.”

    “Thanks, sweetie.” Loona hadn’t been this nice since he’d passed out drunk on the couch months ago, crying about something he’d long forgotten. She was tiptoing around him like he was some fragile thing, and he already kind of missed her usual gruffness, but at the same time, if she wasn’t about to bring up him sobbing into her like a baby, he wasn’t either.

    Unfortunately, luck hadn’t been on his side for a while now.

    “So…” She turned the key in the ignition and the van rumbled to life, squealing like more of a dying pig than the stallion it should have been. After a sputter, the lights flickered on, and she steered out into the street. “About last night.”

    “I don’t want to talk about it.”

    “Oh, trust me, I don’t either, but I don’t want it happening again.” She groaned. “You just… wouldn’t wake up at first. I don’t know if it was some magic baby shit or something, but-”

    “Just a nightmare.”

    “Right, right.” Her fingers tightened on the steering wheel as some fuckstick steered right in front of them, and she flipped them off with her free hand. “Hey, watch the fucking road, idiot!”

    “You really need to drive more, you’d know they’re always-”

    “Yeah, yeah, people are always like that, I’m in the car when you drive, jackass. Still, he got in our way, that’s what matters,” she growled before shaking her head. “Anyway. Nightmare shit.”

    “Look, I’ve been dealing with bad dreams since I was a kid. Everybody has. It doesn’t need to be a problem, I don’t want-”

    “If you’re gonna be having a baby it’s gonna be my fucking problem too, alright? I live here too, you know.” Her claws dug into the steering wheel, and he slumped back in his seat.

    “I know, and I’m- fuck, Loonie, I’m sorry, alright?”

    “Yeah, so am I,” she muttered, but when she turned on the radio, it was to the station that broadcasted from down in Wrath that he liked. It ran through a song about eviscerating a cheating wife before Loona spoke again.

    “You gonna be okay?”

    “...” The question lingered in the air, spiked on all edges and dripping with a tentative edge of concern. “Always have before.”

    She didn’t press any further, but when they pulled into the parking lot, she nudged the door to the building open and didn’t let it slam in his face.

    __________________

    At least the client today was a pretty typical ‘wife was a cheating bitch, take her out for me’ story of the kind Blitzo had heard a dozen times before- he wasn’t missing out on anything that fun, especially considering he wanted her poisoned instead of shot or something else violent.

    There was a thickness in the air that stuffed his head full of cotton as he flipped idly through a gossip magazine- things didn’t feel quite real, almost as if some alternate version was watching him from above while he stumbled through the motions of pretending it was just a normal day, not entirely in control of himself but not exactly out of it either.

    After saying that he didn’t feel like sleeping, Loona had claimed the couch, and he’d realized that he’d left his phone- distraction box numero uno- back at the apartment.

    Well, shit.

    He flipped on the TV, but none of the twelve channels had anything remotely resembling ‘entertainment’- three were news, four seemed locked in eternal commercials, two were running talk shows with hosts he wanted to strangle with their own intestines, and the remaining three were shows he didn’t like anyway.

    At least he could make his own entertainment.

    “Loonie, I’m-” He turned to see her with knuckles splayed across the floor and mouth lolling open, fast asleep.

    Oh. Right. She’d been woken up by him at like two that morning and had been drinking last night anyway. Better not to disturb her. He eased his way off her desk chair before the glittery gold trim of the Grimoire caught his eye.

    He should probably keep an eye on that, in case she didn’t wake up before Millie and Moxxie needed to come back. Tiptoing over, he grabbed her phone and made his way to his office to let her have her beauty sleep.

    The book landed with a thud on top of his desk, and he pushed it to the side as he rummaged around in the drawer stuffed to bursting with his handmade horse dolls. Princess Studmuffin and Sir Paperweight the Fourteenth were draped over each other, bellies pressing together like they were fucking already. Scandalous. He thought he’d raised them better than that, especially considering they were third cousins. A grin tugged at his lips as he started pulling out horses to make a scene when his fingers brushed fluffy cotton instead of the needle-felted material that most of them were made out of.

    Oh, right.

    He’d made one of Stolas, hadn’t he.

    It had mostly been a joke, stretching the neck out like the giraffe he’d created just because they were one of Earth’s most bizarre creatures as a horse with a height fetish, but there it sat in the middle of the pile, resting atop the horse he’d affectionately named Blitzo Junior. The little top hat was still on it and everything, and red fingers encircled where head met neck.

    “This is all your fault.”

    Mismatched black eyes stared back at him, and he used his fingertips to make the head tilt up, imitating a haughty accent.

    “Oh, Blitzy, of course it is! I wanted all the fun of a little kid without any of the hard parts! That way when I leave, you get to deal with them!”

    He snatched up Blitzo Junior, a growl rolling in his throat as his voice dropped back to normal, floating the model in midair to let it face Stolas head-on. “What if I don’t want to, asshole?”

    Back to the accent. “Oh, I didn’t think of that! I only think about what I want, and that’s sex and seeing your body all fucked up for me because I didn’t want you to just cut it out when it was tiny because that’d be too easy! And now you’re attached and don’t wanna hurt the little mistake, aren’t you? It’s all working out, you’re just a-” His voice choked and he faltered with rapidly blinking eyes, thoughts finishing what he didn’t want to spit out. Toy.

    His fingers tightened around the Stolas horse's neck and the head popped off, bouncing across the room before landing at the foot of the dartboard with its face aimed away.

    View Full
  • takeitorleaveit221
    29.11.2021 - 7 hours ago

    “the witch cast a powerful spell on the pregnant giant,when the magical light shone upon this monster,I secretly prayed for god’s mercy .”says the king.

    View Full
  • mnemo-ink
    29.11.2021 - 7 hours ago

    Mpreg cherik prompt: all the cherik babies have been born on Jewish Holidays. Now that Hanukkah is here and Charles expecting the last addition to the family, everyone is betting on which day the baby will arrive, with Charles in the background telling over and over “it is not time yet!!!”

    (to be clear, the baby is arriving earlier than supposed, but not in a dangerous extend, hence why people can joke about the baby being early to keep with the tradition)

    #cherik#my prompt#mpreg #pietro wants to call the new baby latke
    View Full
  • allaygirl2021
    29.11.2021 - 7 hours ago

    Do you think people in the omegaverse read alphapreg

    View Full
  • hazbincalifornia
    29.11.2021 - 9 hours ago
    #not based on experience no siree #asks#anonymous#daddy blitzo#helluva mpreg#circus au
    View Full
  • aizanana2001
    29.11.2021 - 10 hours ago

    Sanji le diría de manera inesperada a Zoro, que está embarazado, ya que no sabe cómo reaccionara y le da miedo, por eso no lo miraría a los ojos

    View Full
  • earthsquid
    29.11.2021 - 19 hours ago

    Christian Petracca

    View Full
  • earthsquid
    29.11.2021 - 19 hours ago

    Connor Rozee

    View Full
  • ladivvinatravestia
    29.11.2021 - 21 hours ago
    View Full