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Not a request, just thinking about Aether pregnant with Neuvillette’s eggs and Furina excited about being an honorary auntie—

Furina would be the best auntie. Sure, she goes a little overboard with the gifts and celebrations but shes just SO EXCITED!!

Anything they need, its done.

Clothes? More than they can ever use.

A crib? Custom made with their baby's name carved into the wood.

Sleepless nights after the baby comes? Shes banging on the door with her arms full of food and a crew of melusine behind her to help clean and watch over the baby.

The first time she holds them she bawls for an hour, completely overwhelmed by how much she loves this wrinkled little person.

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Local zzz Wise player can confirm they gave him thicc ass

You guys are eating good and I'm so happy for you

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THE LASTEST CHAPTER OF A MANHWA I'M READING HAD PREGNANT SEX AND THE ALPHA WAS SINGING A LULLABY WHILE THRUSTING THE WHOLE THING BECAUSE HE SAID HE WOULD PUT THEIR BABY TO SLEEP BY ROCKING IT 😭😭

EX-FUCKING-CUSE ME??? NAME, GIVE ME THE NAME I GOTTA SEE THIS FOR MYSELF

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*coughs* Thinking about Kinich and Chasca again. Specifically about little Chime watching Kinich’s tummy grow bigger from the baby inside. She doesn’t know how human babies or Saurian chicks and whelps are made, all she knows is that the mom’s tummy gets bigger because it’s growing the baby inside.

One day the baby kicks for the first time and Chasca notices Chime watching and calls her over, and Kinich puts her little wing on his belly and she’s startled when the baby actually kicks into her wing like 🤯 WOAH—

I dunno this is a lot cuter and sillier in my head.

NO BUT LIKE, HOW DOGS SOMETIMES GET REALLY EXCITED WHEN THEY FEEL THEIR OWNERS BABY MOVE- THATS SO CUTE OMG

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Have you ever thought about crossover mpreg? 👀

I'm listening anon, go on

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Just a reminder: Minors caught interacting with this blog will be blocked. This is for everyone's wellbeing, please be respectful of that.

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Are there any more fandoms you’re into aside from the four that you’ve listed? :3c

I'm into a lot of fandoms I'm just not interested in writing for any of them...unfortunately I've always been that way, my brain is very picky about what it will allow me to write for.

However, possibly tacking on Pokemon...

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You said ANY Fandom huh... /RUB HANDS/ I may or may not have a few (a lot) of ideas for katekyo hitman reborn or mashle fandoms...these two had me on chokehold like fr

I don't know much about either fandom, but you are ALWAYS welcome to share your ideas here!!!

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(Note: Just a head’s up, more Dan Heng content, and I dunno how to write sex scenes so I’m not gonna try. 😅😭 Man, this was a slog to type in one sitting but I did it!!)

It’s not uncommon for students to pray for academic success.

There are different kinds of those praying students: the ones who coast by on prayer and luck for good memory, the ones who study diligently but still want some reassurance, the ones who are confident enough to go without praying (and perhaps borderline smug in their intelligence) and the ones who have done everything they could and should have succeeded but got screwed over from “limited capacity.”

Dan Heng is, thankfully, in the camp of studying diligently but wanting reassurance; though, he can’t say the same for Caelus, who has been trying time and again to get into his desired program only to be turned down over “limited space.” (Dan Heng wonders if there’s something going on with the faculty.)

The temple is notably weathered down from neglect. The closer Dan Heng gets, the more he can see the wear and tear from the elements: a discolored gate that should have collapsed, vines and moss growing over the temple itself, creaky and rotting wooden steps, broken and torn windows and screens, the usual works in what could be a horror setting.

Dan Heng would normally stay away from these kinds of places. Even without the spooky aspect and haunted superstitions, old buildings like this temple are still dangerous. Just a misstep and someone could hurt themselves, or the building could collapse.

But, he’s also heard of these particular old temples worshipping Yaoshi. Ordinarily, they should have collapsed long ago; but they somehow held themselves up for centuries, possibly thousands of years. They’re not really open for tourism due to the obvious dangers, but it’s not uncommon for some to sneak in for a look. It’s certainly not uncommon for the devout or desperate to sneak in some prayers.

Sure, Dan Heng could have gone to a normal and mainstream shrine and prayed to Nous, but he’s heard rumors about Yaoshi guaranteeing wishes.

Idols that struggled for so long with mere street performances and finally reaching stardom on the stage.

Arranged marriages becoming happy and fulfilling.

Couples struggling with fertility problems finally having children.

Victims getting their deserved justice after being wronged by their abusers.

Students getting into the programs they want after studying so much, and eventually graduating.

Graduates being able to continue their education and earn more degrees.

Whatever someone wishes, Yaoshi guarantees.

It’s just that worship of the God of Abundance is usually frowned upon, seen as no better than making a contract with a demon.

Probably because some kind of toll must be paid.

Is that going to stop Dan Heng? Nope.

He wanders through the temple, mindful of the creaking floorboards and avoiding the potholes until he reaches the inner chamber where a massive and dusty statue of Yaoshi sits serenely at the altar.

Dan Heng can already tell that he’s not the first visitor. Food offerings line the table, rotting and fuzzy with mold.

He places his own offerings on the table and lights the incense, uttering a prayer and backing away.

This…feels too simple. If prayer was all that was needed to guarantee success, shouldn’t many more people be lining up here, social constructs be damned—

Was that door near the back always there?

Dan Heng approaches the door for a closer look. Compared to everything else, the door itself looks brand new, a deep and polished mahogany with intricate floral carvings. When he gently pushes it open, the hinges don’t make a sound, not even a single squeak.

The door leads into another room with another altar, this one decorated in dark woods and red furniture. Small tablets with names line the shelves on the sides of the room. The altar itself has parchment paper and a calligraphy set, along with a tray of red cups and a wine jug.

The paper has only sentence: Tell me your name.

Something feels very odd, but Dan Heng finds himself signing his name.

The words fade away, and whatever is invisible writes new words in their place: What do you wish for?

What does he wish for? Dan Heng wishes for quite a few things: a stable life, being accepted into his aimed program, being able to graduate with the degree he wants, a stable job, good and stable income, maybe even a family if his own health issues improve to allow it — all the usual things for a good, steady and peaceful life.

Before he realizes it, he’s written all of it down when he only meant to write down “success” and “prosperity.”

The words change again: Pour the wine into the cups. Offer one of them, and drink from the other.

Dan Heng wrinkles his nose in distaste. He never was fond of alcohol. It was always the scent being too strong, and the taste being too strong and bitter to choke down. Still, he swallows nervously, then reaches for the jug to pour the wine into the cups, the liquid shimmering with gold and green and surprisingly sweet-scented. When he looks up, there is a painting of Yaoshi that definitely was not there before on the altar. He places one of the cups in front of the painting, and after taking a deep breath to settle his nerves, he downs the other cup in a few gulps. Unlike other drinks he’s had in the past, this wine tastes mild and sweet, with floral and peachy notes.

This…should be it, right?

He starts to regret it when he feels strange. His head is fuzzy, the room feels warm, he needs to lie down.

He staggers to his feet and the door he came through is not where it should be. He stumbles into another door in the back and into another room, and falls onto a something soft.

The dizziness doesn’t go away. Maybe he should sleep it off? Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.

He closes his eyes for what feels like a few hours and—

He’s back in his hotel room?

He checks his phone to see it’s the next morning.

He has a new email.

It’s an acceptance letter from the program he applied for.

The rush flooding him is indescribable as he scrambles to fill out his own letter to complete the process.

Once that’s done, he checks the calendar. He still has the rest of the week in this sleepy village before he returns home. Might as well have a look around.

There honestly isn’t much to see. Normal snack vendors, a noodle shop, a bookstore, a cafe. The few things that stand out are a mostly empty karaoke bar, the hiking trail that Dan Heng passed through yesterday to reach the abandoned temple, and a herbal medicine shop run by a blonde woman who seems to be giving some kind of knowing look.

He spends the week exploring the town, trying different kinds of tea he didn’t know was available, and reading books in his room; until there are only a few days left.

He doesn’t know why, but he gets the feeling that, maybe, he should revisit the temple one more time, just to offer one more prayer. Not wishing for anything else, but just paying respects.

He manages to find a flower shop and buys a small bouquet.

“Is it for a sweetheart?” the cashier asks with a wink.

“Just saying thank you to someone,” he replies.

He buys a bottle of lychee wine afterwards, and makes his way back up the trail.

He can’t find the door past the inner chamber. “What…?” He scans the room. He remembers that door being in the back—

Oh, there it is. He must be tired.

The room looks the same as it when he first arrived. He gently places the bouquet in front of the painting off to the side in a vase he finds, and pours the wine offering into a single cup, carefully placing that on the other side of the painting. He spots a small incense burner and decides, why not, might as well light some incense for good measure.

A small breeze filters into the room, and he hears a door creaking open. That’s the door he stumbled through, isn’t it? He didn’t get a good look last time before passing out and waking up in the hotel. This could be his last chance to explore what he can.

He pushes the door open further to find a cozy bedroom, rather lavish and clearly new. Someone had to have been living here for a while, but there’s no sign of anyone around other than the wrinkles on the bedsheets. That must have been where Dan Heng fell. What are those faint stains in the middle..?

A sharp cramp seizes him and his hands fly to his swollen stomach — swollen?

His belly has swelled despite having been flat moments ago. His breath hitches at a sudden movement inside, something wriggling and kicking.

He can’t be pregnant. His doctor told him his health problems meant he had almost no chance.

But, even if it wasn’t impossible, he certainly wasn’t pregnant throughout the week, so how can he suddenly be heavily pregnant now—!?

Another cramp has him almost fall to his knees, though he manages to catch himself on a nearby table. He feels something pop inside him and trickle down in his pants and on his leg—

Oh.

Oh no.

The bed. He needs to get to the bed.

He inches his way to the bed and collapses on the mattress, his heart pounding and his breath escaping in harsh pants.

He should call a hospital. He pulls out his phone to dial— Damn it, why is there no signal!?

He feels the baby that shouldn’t exist moving lower in his womb, and he frantically unzips and pushes off his pants.

So, he’s pregnant and giving birth. No problem, no problem — there are plenty of problems — he can do this — he absolutely cannot do this — he just needs to have this baby and he can put all of this behind him—

He lays in that bed for hours, panting and heaving, hips burning as he tries to hold his legs apart, fingers digging into the sheets as he tries to hold on to something. It was nightfall when he entered the temple, but the sun still isn’t rising.

The sun still isn’t up by the time his baby finally lowers into his birth canal. He starts pushing in earnest, feeling the large child fill and stretch his vagina and, oh gods, it aches.

It takes even more time before he finally feels the head pushing against his folds. A little more, just a little more before it crowns and the burning is like nothing he has ever felt as he screams. He can’t even scream for help as he desperately bears down. He has to occasionally stop and catch his breath, the baby still stuck in his burning pussy.

When the baby’s head is free, he doesn’t stop pushing until he feels empty and hears a cry.

He musters what little strength he has left to sit up and examine his newborn. The baby looks like a normal and healthy girl, still connected to her mother by the umbilical cord. A little bit of black hair on her head, and she has all ten fingers and all ten toes.

Dan Heng reaches for a damp towel from the basin — that, once again, he’s sure was not on the nightstand — and wipes his daughter clean. He can worry later about the umbilical cord and the placenta still in his womb.

Anyone else would have understandably freaked out, and might have abandoned their baby in the temple; but Dan Heng finds himself wrapping his little girl in a soft and fuzzy blanket, cradling and rocking her in his arms.

I will always hearcanon Bailu being Dan Fengs/Hengs daughter, I know timeline wise it wouldn't make sense here, but I didn't have anything else to add, this is amazing, thank you for sharing!!

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*Doofenshmirtz voice* BEHOLD!! THE CAKEINATOR!!

IS THAT REAL? DID THEY REALLY GIVW HIM THAT LITTLE DUMPY???

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The outfit for Wise…gave his ass…JIGGLE PHYSICS.

THEY DID WHAT???

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No one gonna talk about long-haired peeps having their hair in that classic side plait / ponytail when pregnant / acting as a mother?? Hello????

Then again it’s usually the anime mom hair of death—

OK but I love the idea of Argenti/Neuvillette/Blade or any of the other long haired guys being too sick to upkeep their hair, so their partner is constantly brushing it out for them, or helping to wash and dry it all so they don't have to sacrifice cutting it short for comfort 😭

Side note, I recently did art of one of my ocs and her son, and gave her the anime mom side hair of death, and let me tell you, I was clocked within 30 seconds of posting it.

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Flame Reaver and Phainon are two sides of the same coin:

Phainon, an omega, lost his pup and grieved with Mydei.

While Flame Reaver, also an omega, gave birth to a pup that has Mydei’s golden hair, taunted and purred at Mydei for wanting praise from “alpha” for birthing a pup that’s alive.

After Mydei rejects him, Flame Reaver kills him and Phainon finds the pup after he, Stelle and Dan Heng kill Flame Reaver.

Oh-

Oh!

Oh my god that's so good????

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Someone requesting Phainon? Here ya go!!

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“How much longer does he have to wait!?”

Phainon thought he knew pain. Injuries from training mishaps or missions gone wrong. Accidentally cutting and burning himself in the kitchen trying to cook for his friends. He has had countless incidents involving pain.

But this? This is unbearable.

The womb he never thought he would ever use contracts around his soon-to-be-born babe, and he bears down with a desperately strained cry.

Trinnon wrings a damp cloth from the basin of ice water while Trianne indignantly yells at the panicking guard.

“L—Lady Trianne, please, all the other healers are occupied at the moment—”

“WHY are they all suddenly so busy on this exact same day that we don’t even have one healer to spare!?”

“M—M—Miss Hyacine is currently on her way from the Grove—!”

Phainon tries and fails to restrain a sob. It’s been hours. His child hasn’t moved an inch, and he’s tired.

Trinnon wipes the sweat and tears from his face with the towel. “You’re doing great, Snowy. Just keep breathing. Cinny’s almost here…”

After another fruitless push, he lays his head back on the pillow. “Where’s Mydei…?”

“Talking with some elders. Don’t worry, he’s on his way, too.”

Another contraction has Phainon gritting his teeth with a groan and gripping the blanket covering his body. Dark spots dance in his vision and static fills his ears. “I… I don’t know if I can do this…!”

“Of course you can do this!” Hyacine runs into the room from the balcony with baskets of supplies.

“We brought the stuff!” A frazzled Cipher follows with even more boxes in her arms, her tail whipping in a panicked frenzy and her hood having flown off to reveal equally frazzled hair. “What do we do? How far is he? Is the tyke already coming!?”

Hyacine directs her to place the supplies somewhere to let Tribbie handle before setting up another folding screen for more privacy.

Phainon can’t even bring himself to feel mortified when Hyacine lifts the blanket to examine him, though his anxiety does mount when her face blanches. “He’s lost a lot of blood.”

“H—how much blood?” Cipher asks from the other side.

“Too much.” Hyacine props his legs up onto the stirrups and pulls on a pair of plastic gloves. “Phainon, I’ll need to check your progress, so…”

Phainon takes a deep breath. “Do what you need to.”

“Try to relax for me.” It really doesn’t get anymore mortifying than this, feeling a small hand push up into his birth canal until it reaches that barrier. Hyacine’s frown deepens as she carefully removes her hand. “Lady Tribbie, can you bring that medicine bottle and give it Phainon? It’ll help him dilate and strengthen his contractions.”

Strengthen his contractions? Phainon anxiously grips the blanket even tighter. He can barely handle the contractions as they are now, he doesn’t know if he can withstand even stronger ones.

Tribbie appears next to Trinnon with said bottle. “It’ll be okay, Snowy.” She squeezes his hand with a smile as Hyacine returns with clean hands to fill a syringe. “Just try to think about how cute your child will look!”

How cute his child will look? Phainon does have that little bet between him and Mydei. He’s confident the baby will take after their father, blonde locks, fierce golden eyes, very much like a little lion cub. Mydei thinks they’ll take after Phainon, having white hair and bright blue eyes.

The medicine finally takes effect, and Phainon is certain this is the worst kind of pain he will ever feel in this lifetime.

The baby finally moves, being squeezed out of his womb by the much stronger contractions and into his vagina. It’s a struggle to keep from himself screaming, biting into the towel that Tribbie offers him. “Keep pushing!” Hyacine urges.

It’s surreal, feeling his baby being pushed out of his womb and into his birth canal, until he can feel them pressing against the back of his entrance. The head starts to emerge and Phainon finally stops holding back, his scream shrill and broken and filling the room with a renewed panic.

He was wrong about earlier. He was so wrong. THIS is the worst kind of pain imaginable.

He can hear Cipher stuttering and stammering, “What’s happening? Why’s he screaming like that— Ohhhhhhh my god that’s a lot of blood is he dying!?”

Not yet he isn’t, but he certainly feels like he is.

He vaguely hears Hyacine through the white noise, urging him to keep pushing, so he keeps pushing and prays for his child to come out more swiftly. “Get— Get them out…!” His labored breath is choked in between sobs. “Get them out!”

He hears the doors slamming open, feels someone scooping him into a hug and smells the scent of pomegranates and iron. Mydei?

Large hands press against his belly. “With me, Phainon.” Mydei presses his hands down and Phainon shrieks, only able to force himself to push, push, push until he hears the wail of an infant.

He manages to catch a glimpse of them — of her, angry red but healthy and merely disgruntled, blonde and white locks like her parents.

Can I finally sleep now? He slumps against Mydei, closing his eyes for a bit.

“Phainon.”

Beep.

“Snowy?”

The heart monitor is beeping too loudly.

“Get the blood bags! His blood pressure is dropping!”

Beep.

“Oh my god he’s actually dying what do we do—!?”

Beep.

“Phainon, stay with me…!”

Beep.

“Snowy, you need to stay awake!”

Beep.

“He’s crashing!”

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee—

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The first sound he hears isn’t his child crying, but the birds chirping outside.

The privacy screen is still unfolded in front of the doors. Near his bed is a bassinet, holding his sleeping child.

He doesn’t want to wake them, content with just watching them from his bed. His throat feels dry, though, so he tries to get up on trembling legs with burning hips.

“Don’t try to stand. Just rest.” Mydei appears from behind the screen with a food tray. Phainon listens and slips back under the blanket as Mydei places the food tray on the table. “How are you feeling?”

“…Like I just squeezed out a whole dromas egg.”

Mydei snorts at that response. “If you really did that, Hyacine certainly wouldn’t be able to save you.”

Silence falls between them. Maybe that was a little too soon.

Phainon tries to reach for the cup but stops when he notices his hand trembling. Mydei takes the cup to his lips instead, holding it until Phainon finishes gulping down the last drop of cold water. No, he’s not really hungry yet, though he presses a kiss to the other man’s face in gratitude.

In return, Mydei smothers him in kisses. “I thought I was going to lose you…” Another kiss atop his head. “That I’d have to fight Thanatos to bring you back…”

Phainon finally smiles at the ludicrous idea. “Does she already have a name?” He glances at the bassinet.

“Diana.”

“…Like the moon spirit?”

“Obviously.”

The baby squirms, stirring at their low voices before opening her brilliant blue eyes.

She certainly does look like a moon spirit.

YOU HAD ME SO SCARED THAT FIRST HALF NOT GONNA LIE BUT THIS WAS WONDERFUL THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING!!

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Not a request, just—

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Yaoshi taking one looking at Dan Heng’s infertility and going “Alright, bet~”

And fucking into Dan Heng’s womb directly and filling him all the way until he’s leaking to make sure the sperm takes and then plugging his pussy with sap to keep the babies inside until they’re fully developed and ready for birth.

Also, Mythus looking at Dan Heng and having the same thought as Yaoshi: “He can’t have babies? Bet.”

And also railing Dan Heng’s pussy and pumping into his womb until he’s full and over nine months pregnant and pushing out a miniature Something Unto Death.

Dan Heng doing a speed run of Aeon pregnancies...I have a new idea...

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*coughs* So, um… That upcoming game, Silver Palace. 👀

Oh don't worry, I am watching *very closely*

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I am trying really hard to think of something that does NOT involve Dan Heng but gdi he’s just

The brainrot is too strong 😭 Absolutely ironic how his species is canonically infertile and yet he’s that one character some of our brains decided to be breedable

Like say he could just be a normal character with nothing special about him, and I feel like he would still be one of the top choices to get pregnant

Dan Heng using his Omega pheromones on all of us for real.