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Hi there! Your stories are great 🤩.

I would like to ask you for a story with the pairing of Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz from 911.

I would like Eddie to be the pregnant one, and he's having an orgasmic birth with the help of Evan.

Can you do such a story?

Fandom: 911

Pairing: Eddie Diaz / Evan Buckley

Word count: 700

Author’s note: thanks for the request, sorry it’s not exactly how you wanted it. I don’t really have the energy to write orgasmic births, but I still hope you enjoy it.

Eddie Diaz never expected to have another kid after Christopher. He had been a little wary since then, thinking of all the complications that happened.

But somehow, Evan Buckley had found his way into Eddie’s heart and after two years of steady dating, the two were expecting a child. Eddie’s pregnancy wasn’t easy by any means. Plagued with awful morning sickness, swollen ankles, restless nights.

But he wouldn’t change it for the world, he was eager to meet his daughter.

Even if it felt like she was going to rip him apart with the current contraction he was feeling as he sat at the table of the firehouse.

He hadn’t exactly taken time off, but Cap did put him on strict desk duty, not about to have a baby in the field.

“Hey Eddie!” Evan’s chipper voice suddenly filled the silence. Coming up behind his boyfriend, hands resting on Eddie’s swollen middle.

“Hey—“ Eddie tried to keep his voice neutral, thankful the contraction had ebbed away.

“Are you okay? How’s the bean?” Evan asked, fussing over his boyfriend as always.

“Ah—“ Eddie grinned. “She’s done, I’m fine Buck-“ he laughed, squeezing the other hand.

“Yeah? Do you need anything?” Evan asked, already going to the fridge to grab Eddie a bottle of water.

Eddie was about to answer, but he was cut off by an intense contraction, brows furrowed as he bit down on his lower lip. He couldn’t hide the surprised gasp as he felt the sudden wetness between his legs.

“Eddie—“ Buck turned around, blinking rapidly at the scene.

“Did..” Buck trailed off, a water bottle slipping out of his hand as it bounced on the floor and rolled off.

“Hen!!” Evan was racing downstairs, panic creeping up.

“Really kid? Really?” Eddie sighed, slowly standing.

“Might as well make our way to the hospital-“ he muttered, grabbing his phone to send Chris a quick text.

“Eddie!” Hen called, immediately surrounding the other.

“I’m fine Hen-“ he laughed lightly as Buck was immediately on his other side.

“Just.. let’s go to the hospital and have a baby, yeah?” Eddie grinned.

“Let’s go— I don’t think having her here would be a good idea-“ Buck spoke, helping lead his laboring boyfriend downstairs and to the car.

—

Eddie’s labor had lasted about 10 hours give or take, Evan of course was by his side the entire time. Giving him ice chips as needed, encouraging him, telling him funny stories of the crew.

Soon enough, it was time to deliver. Things had been going okay until the delivery of the shoulders came about.

“Mr. Diaz, I need you to stop pushing-“ The doctor spoke, keeping her voice steady.

“What’s wrong? Why—“ he was cut off by a groan, eyes squeezed shut as Buck wiped his forehead with a cool washcloth.

“It seemed as though she’s just being a little stubborn, one of her shoulders is stuck behind your pubic bone.” The doctor explained.

“Isn’t that.. bad?” Buck spoke quietly, as Eddie couldn’t help but whimper.

“Not if we act fast, this’ll be uncomfortable, so make as much noise as you need okay?” The doctor explained.

Eddie wasn’t really sure what to expect, giving a loud cry as the shoulder was carefully released.

“One big push!” The doctor spoke as Eddie bared down.

The baby had finally slipped free, letting out a loud cry as she was placed on Eddie’s chest.

“Oh!” He laughed, eyes wide as he held her as close as he could.

“Hey bean!” Evan laughed, his voice watery. He was trying so hard not to cry, but couldn’t help it.

Their daughter was here and perfect, still crying as she snuggled into Eddie.

“Hey princess..” Eddie grinned tiredly, rubbing her back.

“She’s.. she’s perfect..” Evan whispered as a nurse placed a fresh blanket over to keep her warm.

“Would you like to cut the cord?” A nurse asked Evan as he nodded, cutting the cord.

After the baby was cleaned up and checked over, she was placed back into Eddie’s awaiting arms.

For the most part, the medical team had left the room, leaving the new parents to bond with their baby.

“She has such a squishy face..” Evan laughed as he held his daughter.

“She gets it after you, ya know-“ Eddie teased tiredly.

Evan laughed softly, holding her close as he gently rocked her.

“I love you..” Evan whispered, looking up at Eddie with a fond smile and teary eyes.

“I love you too Buck-“ Eddie spoke, reaching to squeeze his hand softly.

“Both of you.”

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Hi! I've been reading your stories for a while, and they're amazing!

Dw I'm not a minor, but can I request a story? Jujutsu kaisen, but gojo actually is megumi's parent, same thing with getou being the twins parent, both are trans and they help each other.

but Gojo's having a harder time than getou though, even though he has one.

Is that ok? If not that's ok

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Word count: 1.3k

Pairing: Satoru Gojo/ Suguru Geto

TW: graphic trans masc birth from both characters, mild birth injury, and slight panic

Author’s note: hello anon! I want to deeply apologize it took me FOREVER to write up your request!! I have been wanting to write this but between IRO kicking my ass and being fixated on other things, I just couldn’t get myself to write, but I decided to go ahead and fulfill it for you! I truly hope you like it!

When Satoru Gojo joked that he and his best friend Suguru Geto would do everything together in life, he certainly wasn’t expecting for both of them to become pregnant at the same time.

Of course it had happened from a party they both attended, drunk out of their minds. Then a few weeks later they were both staring at a positive pregnancy test.

Suguru had been taking the whole pregnancy like a champ, barely complaining or fussing, even now that he was in very active labor.

His black hair tied back into a messy bun as he leaned into the bed, grunting through another contraction.

Satoru on the other hand had been complaining since the day he found out, at least until now. Sucking up the fact that he was in pain, he was focused on his best friend.

“Ya.. doing okay?” He asked through grit teeth, his own low sitting stomach squeezing like a vice grip.

“Mm?” Suguru raised his head to look at the exhausted laboring male who sat on a nearby chair.

“Mhm-“ Suguru nodded, head pressed into the bed with a shaky breath.

“Ya don’t look okay..” Satoru muttered, trying and failing to stand, the contraction was far too strong.

“I’m fine-“ Suguru spoke, voice a bit firmer than before.

Satoru gave a lazy wave of his hand, panting through the last bit of the contraction before he slumped against the chair.

“Might be heading into the transition phase..” Suguru announced quietly as his own contraction let up.

“How can you tell?” Satorou asked, a bit curious. Unlike Suguru, he didn’t read any information Shoko had been providing over the last several months.

“Ah- the contractions are practically on top of each other..” Suguru grunted, shifting slightly as he felt a sudden pressure then release.

“Oh-“ he breathed out, “there goes my waters..” He muttered, moving to stand fully.

His stomach was sitting even lower now, causing him to grimace.

“Su?” Satoru spoke, finally managing to stand up himself to check on the other.

Brows furrowed, Suguru quietly breathed through the latest contraction.

“It’s time—“ he finally announced as Satoru placed a cold hand on the other's back.

“What?!” Satoru yelped in surprise, though he couldn’t hide his own grimace as another contraction washed over him, pressure building before his thighs became soaked.

Face rapidly paling, Satoru pulled in a breath. “Fuck-“ he spoke.

Suguru’s gaze drifted over to his best friend, a smile quivering.

“It’s alright Toru, just get comfortable and ready to deliver your son-“ he spoke, reaching to squeeze the other hand.

“But—“ Satoru protested with a little whine, more so from the increasing discomfort in his hips.

“I’m fine-“ Suguru reassured, having slowly settled down on the bed, his knees parted enough to give his best friend a glimpse of his swollen pussy.

“Mmh-“ Satoru found himself fiddling nervously with his blindfold but he was quickly brought out of it by another contraction. Probably the most difficult one yet of his labor. He was down on his knees before he even knew what was happening.

Suguru was about to say something, but the overwhelming urge to push had a tight grip on him.

Baring down into his chest, he gritted his teeth. Letting up on his pushes, he glanced over at Satoru who was entirely zoned out trying to deliver his son.

“Satoru—“ Suguru spoke, grimacing as he pushed again.

“Y-yeah?” Satorou panted, head snapping up.

“Remember to breathe-“ Suguru responded, trying to listen to his own advice. He could feel the first baby quickly move down, his pussy bulging out with the head.

“Sugu-“ Satoru mumbled, looking up from his spot on the floor.

“Yes— I’m crowning—“ Suguru groaned, the stinging was sharp as he reached a trembling hand to gingerly massage at the overtaxed skin.

Blowing out a shaky breath, he could feel a wet mop of hair press against his fingers before disappearing.

“C-come on..” he muttered, turning his head to look at Satoru who had moved into a squat against the chair.

Considering he was slimmer than Suguru and had smaller hips, he was having a harder time trying to deliver.

Suguru was about to speak, but couldn’t- instead he groaned as the head suddenly surged into a full crown. His thighs shaking from the pressure.

“Ah!” He cried out, back arching slightly as the head suddenly popped out with a gush of fluids.

“Okay?” Satoru mumbled, craning his neck to look at Suguru who gave a shaky thumbs up.

“Come on-“ Satorou suddenly whined, slipping a hand between his legs. Tracing his tight lips, the head was resting behind them, but no matter how hard or how long he pushed, he couldn’t seem to bring the head forth.

Suguru wished he could’ve helped more, but with a head between his legs, he wasn’t about to risk playing around with gravity.

“Rock your hips—“ is all Suguru managed before his body gave one last forceful push, bringing the shoulders and body out as the first baby laid between his legs, coughing and squirming.

Eyes widening in surprise, Suguru was quick to pick her up, cradling her to himself.

“Oh hello there-“ he laughed, voice shaky as he grabbed a blanket to lay over her.

“Is she okay?” Satoru asked, having moved to lean back into the seat, his legs parted.

“Yes-“ Suguru spoke, carefully cutting the cord as he finally brought her to his chest to latch on if she wanted.

“He’s not moving Suguru..” Satorou whispered, tears burning in his eyes.

Chest seizing with slight panic, Suguru motioned the other over.

“Try laying down-“ Suguru spoke, Satorou wanted to argue- but he decided against it. Moving to lay down on the bed, he groaned as the head slipped back out of view.

“On your next contraction, pull your leg back to your chest and give a big push, okay?” Suguru was struggling to keep his voice calm and steady. The next baby seemed rather impatient.

Satoru nodded, gingerly reaching Suguru’s free hand.

“For ya know.. support and shit-“ Satoru whispered, giving a shaky grin.

“Right-“ Suguru managed his own weak chuckle as he grasped the white haired male's hand.

Suguru gently laid the first born beside him on the bed, pulling himself into a sitting position as he bared down.

His free hand snaked down to cradle his rapidly bulging pussy.

“Ohh..” he hissed through clenched teeth, his grip tightening on Satoru’s hand.

Satoru would’ve given him encouragement, but he was so focused on delivering his son, he hadn’t realized Suguru was pushing.

“Suguru!” He suddenly yelled out, feeling the head surge forward.

“It’s okay-“ Suguru panted, glancing over. “It’s just his head crowning, try to breathe the rest of it out-“ he explained as Satorou groaned, panting and whimpering.

Suguru gave his hand a lighter squeeze this time, “you're doing great Toru-“ he reassured.

As the next contraction gripped his whole body, he gave another push as the head of the second baby popped out.

Letting go of Satoru’s hands, both of his hands reached to cradle the head.

“Come on sweetie-“ he panted, running low on energy. He could feel the baby turn, but it didn’t seem to happen as fast as her sister.

Grunting, he gave another push as she finally slipped free.

“Oh there you are!” Suguru cried, quickly bringing her to his body, her cries shrill.

“Oh fuck!” Satoru yelled as Suguru looked over to see the head fully out.

“Good job!” Suguru was quick to spring into action, one arm cradling the wailing newborn and his free one snaking its way between Satoru’s legs to apply pressure to his pussy so he wouldn’t tear.

“Just breathe the rest of him out Toru-“ he spoke, worried since the other had a small tear.

“Uh huh..” Satoru nodded slowly, trying to focus on his breathing as he groaned.

The baby was painfully slow to turn, finally slipping out as Datoru’s body gave one final push.

“There he is!” Suguru cried, helping Satoru guide the baby up to his chest to hold him.

Both of the men fell back in the bed, trying to catch their breath as they held their babies.

“We did it-“ Satoru laughed weakly, turning his head to look at the other.

“Yeah we did-“ Suguru chuckled, not being able to help but grin in return.

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Fandom: Hevulla Boss

Pairing: Blitzø/Stolas

Word count: 1.1k

Content warnings: trans masc birth (semi graphic)

Author’s note: decided to just roll with the silly writing binge and well made this! Story beneath the cut!

Today was definitely the day, he had noticed the signs in Stolas with both of his labor with Ophelia and Opal. Belly sitting low, the contractions that became stronger each hour, the intense nesting (if he was able, Blitzø would’ve rearranged the entire living room by now).

He wasn’t really nervous, well he was- but he wasn’t letting it show.

Thankfully Octavia had offered to watch the girls for the night, knowing Blitz probably wanted some space.

“Blitzy?” Stolas’s soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts, the others warm claws pressing into his aching back.

Blitz couldn’t help but groan in relief, tail swishing slightly.

“Are you alright?” Stolas asked, he had been timing Blitz’s contractions since they started much earlier in the day. 6 am to be exact.

It was now 4 pm in the evening and things seemed to be getting more active.

“Yeah-“ Blitzø nodddd, leaning into the dining chair. Sweat was beading on his forehead, eyes squeezing shut with a low groan as the contraction peaked.

“Stolas—“ Blitzø couldn’t help but whine, feeling an increase of pressure in his pelvis.

“Yes?” Stolas spoke, immediately standing beside Blitzø, worry written all over his face.

“It hurts-“ He muttered, resting his forehead on his arms.

“I know love-“ Stolas soothed, rubbing his hips gently as Blitz grunted out in pain.

Hissing out in surprise, his eyes widened as a sudden puddle of water was beneath him.

Stolas blinked a few times, giving a small smile. “Oh- there goes your waters- that’s good-“ Stolas explained.

“Oh gross..” Blitz grunted, making a slight face.

“I know lovely-“ Stolas chuckled, leaning down to kiss his head.

“Mmh-“ Blitz whined, shifting slightly, the pressure was getting worse every minute.

“Do you want to sit down?” Stolas asked, gently taking his hands as Blitz nodded.

“Yeah- sitting sounds great-“ Blitz huffed, tail flicking anxiously.

“Okay, let’s get you to the bedroom hmm?” Stolas cooed, carefully leading the laboring imp into their bedroom. Keeping the main light off, Stolas had turned on the bedside lamp.

“Do you want your pants off?” Stolas asked as Blitz nodded.

“Do you need help?” Stolas asked as Blitz shook his head, slowly stripping out of his soiled clothing.

“There we go- let me lay some spare towels down okay?” Stolas spoke, grabbing a few that sat on the dresser.

Setting them down onto the bed, he helped Blitz into the bed.

After getting Blitz settled, Stolas had settled in behind him. Pulling Blitz into his lap, he rubbed slowly circles on the other’s tense hips.

“Just try to rest Blitzy-“ Stolas cooed, as Blitz slowly settled back in an attempt to nap.

—

The next several hours were a blur for Blitz, he had been laboring for quite some time now.

It was clear he was in the transition stage, having fallen silent besides a few grunts and whimpers.

Sitting on his hands and knees, his tail was curled against his back with a low groan.

“Stolas— I gotta push-!” He huffed, suddenly jerking his head up. Eyes wide with panic.

“It’s okay, it’s okay-“ Stolas soothed, gently cupping Blitzø’s face into his hands.

“Just take a moment to breathe, okay?” Stolas spoke as Blitz gave a nod, managing to steady out his breathing.

“I’m going to check okay?” Stolas spoke softly, dipping a hand in between the imp’s legs.

Slowly pressing a few fingers in, his own eyes widened. He could feel the head just barely pressing into his finger tips.

“Okay Blitz, you can push on the next contraction-“ he spoke, giving a watery smile.

He was trying his hardest to hold back the sudden rush of emotions he felt.

“Y-yeah—“ Blitzø muttered, shifting to sit back against the pillows, his trembling hands gripping the sheets as Stolas stayed in front of him, keeping the imps legs parted.

“There we go.. just like that-“ Stolas soothed, rubbing his thigh.

As the contraction let up, as did Blitz.

Leaning his head back, he let out a shaky breath.

“I can’t do this Stolas-“ he suddenly blurted, anxiety seizing at his chest.

“What-? What are you talking about?” Stolas frowned, glancing up at Blitzø with wide eyes.

“I can’t do this Stolas— I’m not ready-“ he whimpered.

Stolas’s face immediately softened at the others, wiping at the tears.

“Blitz sweetie- we’re never ready, but that’s okay- it’s all worth it-“ Stolas reassured, gently caressing the imp’s tear stained face.

“It hurts so bad though-“ Blitz admitted.

“I know Blitzy- here, squeeze my hand as hard as you need okay?” He spoke, intertwining their hands and giving a gentle squeeze.

As the next contraction started, Blitz gave another push. Gritting his teeth as he had a tight grip on Stolas’s hand.

The process repeated for about 30 minutes before Blitz felt a sudden sting between his legs.

“Fuck! Stolas! Something’s happening!” He yelled, as Stolas gently shushed him, glancing down between his legs.

“Good job Blitzy! She’s starting to crown!” Stolas praised, reaching to cradle the emerging head.

“Is that why it feels like I’m shitting a bowling ball?” Blitz huffed irritability as Stolas tried not to laugh.

“Well that’s one way to refer to it as-“ Stolas mused, letting out a soft gasp as the head suddenly popped free. Resting in his hand.

“Oh Blitzy.. she’s perfect-“ Stolas cooed excitedly to his partner.

“Ugh-“ Blitz groaned, taking a moment to catch his breath.

“C’mon Blitz, one more big push!” Stolas encouraged, as Blitzø finally delivered the shoulders.

“Oh hell!” Blitzø yelled out in surprise, eyes widening.

“She’s here!” Stolas chirped, not being able to help himself as he laid the wriggly newborn on Blitz.

“Oh..” Blitz grinned tiredly, holding her as close as he could. “Hey there kiddo-“ he muttered, leaning back as he tried to process his own emotions.

“Shh shh.. you’re okay-“ Stolas cooed, wiping her down with a towel as her cries finally began to settle to little whimpers of protest.

“Oh Blitzy-“ Stolas breathed out, pulling the other into a kiss.

“You gave up another beautiful daughter- I’m so proud of you-“ Stolas spoke, resting his forehead on Blitzø’s.

The imp couldn’t help but let out a purr despite his tired he was.

“Yeah.. yeah- she’s perfect-“ Blitz muttered.

The baby had settled down, content to snuggle close to Blitz as he tucked a fresh towel around her.

“Oh the girls will love her-!” Stolas spoke softly, but excitement was still evident in his tone.

“Yeah of course they will-“ Blitz grinned.

“Oh Blitzy, you should rest-“ Dtolas spoke, having cleaned up the mess, getting some fresh blankets to drape over Blitz.

“Nah, I'm okay, just wanna cuddle with you guys-“ he shrugged lightly.

“Alright, if that’s what you want-“ Stolas spoke, settling into bed beside him. He wasn’t going to push Blitz, he knew how stubborn the other could be at times.

The two had fallen into comfortable silence, Stolas studying their daughter, Blitz resting.

It was a perfect way to end a perfect day for the two.

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With my schedule quite clear writing wise and a much needed updated pinned post, I’m officially announcing that fic requests are back open! I primarily do hazbin hotel & hevulla boss for fics rn tbh

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Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Shigaraki/Dabi

Word count: 1.4k

Content warnings: graphic birth scenes, intense emotions, heavy swearing.

Authors note: fell back into MHA and decided to write this up! Fic below the cut!

41 weeks and 3 days of hell- pure hell for Tomura Shigaraki and his frail body. The pregnancy was a surprise, always having mixed feelings on it, knowing one day the child would be an orphan. Yet he found himself not wanting to get rid of the child. Sure he could barely care for himself, but this child could very well carry on his legacy.

That particular thought was buried deep away in his mind, at the moment his only thought was getting the baby out.

He had started labor almost exactly two days earlier, only small twinges of pain here and there, but much later into the day, they began to pick up and it was clear he was in active labor.

In the midst of trying to walk through the pain (and help lower the baby down further into his aching birth canal), his waters had broken.

That was the start of what he considered ‘real’ labor, each contraction knocked the breath out of him it stemmed like.

So here he was, sitting on a few towels, in front of a mirror which exposed his swollen aching cunt. He had his sweaty back resting against Dabi. It was useless to wear the clothing items right now, everything in his body felt like it was on goddamn fire.

Another weak groan reached his lips as his back began to arch through another contraction.

“It hurts!” He huffed out, reaching to hold the bottom of his rock hard stomach, eyes screwed shut.

“Get them out-“ he grunted, legs splayed to his sides in a meager attempt to stop all the pressure.

“Swear to Christ, they’ll just fall right out of me..” Shigaraki groaned, feeling the contraction peak and squeezed tightly at his swollen middle.

“Sure.. whatever you say crusty..” Dabi muttered from where he was sitting behind the other.

While he wasn’t exactly fond of the villain, nor the thought of having a child- he wasn’t going to be a damn bastard like his father and leave Tomura alone during such a sensitive time.

His scarred palms resting on the others hips, warming up his hands just enough to try to ease the pressure off the laboring male.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” Shigaraki snapped, trying to crane his neck to glare daggers into Dabi.

The burnt male couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle, pressing his hands firmer into the thin hips of his leader.

“Dunno Shigs.. never had a kid-“ he shrugged. Which was true, while he had siblings- he had never been there when they were born, and Shigaraki refused to let anyone fetch a doctor to come to the hide out or to head to Jaku Hospital himself.

The leader insisted he could do this just fine.

“Oh shut up-“ The pale haired male hissed low as the contraction finally let up for the time being. Sinking back into Dabi as he struggled to catch his breath.

Dabi gave a slight eye roll, not at all phased by the others remarks. This was normal, even while Shigaraki was in pain.

Moving one hand, Dabi grabbed the water bottle from the small nightstand, pressing it up to Shigaraki’s lips.

“C’mon crusty, ya gotta stay hydrated-“ Dabi prompted.

While the other would usually kick up a fuss about being cared for, at the moment he had no real energy to do so.

Instead he gratefully took the water, trying to drink slowly. Not wanting to get sick again.

Pushing the bottle away, Shigaraki was about to mutter a half assed thanks until another contraction seized him, causing him to grunt.

Leaning forward, he was trembling against the amount of pain.

Dabi immediately noticed the shift in the leader, unusually quiet.

“I have to push-“ Shigaraki blurted out, the urge overwhelming. He could feel how low the baby was sitting, putting so much pressure on his damn pelvis it felt like it’d just snap in two.

“Wait wait-“ Dabi grunted, quickly pulling his hands back as Shigaraki shifted to rest on his knees. Gloved hands touching the floor, thankfully not making them decay with his special gloves.

“Gotta check.. don’t want ya pushing too early-“ Dabi reminded, while he pretty much felt useless right now, he was remembering little bits and pieces he lazily read through some weird pregnancy book Himiko had stolen and gave to the expecting couple as a gift.

“Well hurry up!” Shigaraki snapped through gritted teeth as Dabi bit back an equally sharp reply. The tension in the air was thick.

Pulling in a breath, he snaked a hand between the others legs, nudging them apart to gain access to his already slick cunt.

Giving out a hiss of discomfort as he felt Dabi’s long fingers press up into his wet folds.

“Oh shit-!” Dabi couldn’t hold back the yelp, quickly pulling his hand away. As soon as he was trying to check the others' progression, he could feel the head try to push up against his fingers. Apparently this baby was just as impatient as Shigaraki it seemed.

“Alright, your… uhh fully dilated or whatever, already felt the baby’s head-“ Dabi explained, gingerly wiping his fingers on the old towel that Shigaraki knelt on.

Grunting out a noise, Shigaraki shifted his weight slightly, chin tucked to his chest as he began to bare down.

He hadn’t stopped until the contraction ended, leaving him whimpering and struggling to catch air.

“Remember to breathe, don’t want ya passing out-“ Dabi muttered, for once worry laced his voice. A hand found the small of Shigaraki’s back as he heated his hand up just enough to get the tense muscles to briefly relax.

“Uh huh..” Shigaraki muttered, no real bite to his words.

As another contraction began to peak, he gave another push, pulling himself into a squat, now holding onto Dabi’s shoulders for dear life.

“Easy easy-“ Dabi muttered, one hand resting on the other's hip.

“Something’s happening!” Shigaraki hissed, feeling a slight stinging sensation between his legs.

Gulping, Dabi forced himself to look down. Eyes widening, the tiniest patch of white hair between Shigaraki’s lips.

“Oh holy shit..” Dabi breathed out, suddenly feeling dizzy as he watched the patch get bigger as Shigaraki held down on his push.

A trembling hand reaching to begin cradling the slowly emerging head.

“Your doing it shigs… the.. the head— it’s almost out-!” Dabi couldn’t really explain the emotion he was feeling. He wasn’t even that excited over this kid in the first place, but he guessed it felt more real now that Shig was delivering.

“It burns!” Shigaraki couldn’t help but yell as the head reached a full crown, small features present. Ears, nose, eyes, mouth, all covered in gross bodily fluid. But Dabi’s focus remained on the downy white hair that clung to the baby’s scalp, also splattered with blood.

“Breath it out Shigs..” He muttered, looking up at Shigaraki. Both hands are now cradling the baby.

Shigaraki groaned, his head resting on Dabi’s shoulder as he sucked in quick breathe.

Yelling out a strangled cry as the head popped free, Dabi let out a string of surprised curses.

“Impatient like you-“ Dabi couldn’t help but sneer as Shigaraki glared.

Though it had lifted the mood a bit.

“Just a few more..” Dabi muttered under his breath, trying to brace himself as he watched the baby begin to turn.

Still having a vice grip on Dabi’s shoulders, nails digging into the fabric, Shigaraki gave a final push- letting out a loud curse as the body shot free with a gush of fluid.

The baby fell into Dabi’s arms as he grunted and sat back on his hunches, watching her squirm and cough before she let out a loud wail.

“Oh fuck!” Shigaraki gaapes, eyes wide as he sat back. Exhaustion washing over him like a heavy blanket.

“Hey..” Dabi’s voice was wavering, if he could cry- he would’ve in that moment.

“Hey.. I got you-“ Dabi’s voice was a bit choked as he deposited the squalling baby into Shigaraki’s arms. Draping a towel over the two of them.

“Hana… Hanako..” Shigaraki muttered, cradling the baby up to his chest.

She had almost immediately settled down, grunting and squirming against Shigaraki.

“Yeah? That’s her name?” Dabi mused as he cleaned off his hands, settling down beside Shigaraki who leaned heavily against him.

“Yeah..” Shigaraki nodded, closing his eyes.

“Welcome to our crazy life Hanako..” Dabi muttered, letting the baby hold onto his finger as Shigaraki drifted off.

For a moment, he felt a bit of happiness, admiring his daughter.

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Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Pairing: Judson Ryder / Gracie Ryder

Word count: 1.9k

Content warnings: descriptions of trans masculine child birth, heavy swearing.

Authors note: I recently re watched some of the older seasons of the show and thought of Judd carrying Charlie instead of Gracie and thus.. this fic was created!

Judson Ryder was a stubborn man from the day he was born. Often taking no one’s bullshit, even when he had ended up pregnant with his and Grace’s child.

To be honest, the news still hadn’t entirely settled for him. Even just a mere week away from his due date, sitting in the firehouse. Grumbling as he watched probie eye him like a child would eye an expensive piece of glass.

“Probie!” He barked out as Mateo jumped, turning around as he almost tripped up on his own feet.

“Yeah?!” Mateo was ready to spring into action, he had opted to stay out of todays call to keep Judd some company at the fire station since the other wasn’t allowed to go out on call.

Judd couldn’t help but laugh, giving a slight shake of his head. A hand resting on his taut middle as he felt the baby lazily kick at his palm.

“M’fine!” Judd huffed out as Mateo stared at him. “Ain’t gonna break-“ he grumbled softly, brows furrowed as he felt another pain creep across his stomach, settling in as he felt the familiar squeeze.

“Uhhh are ya sure.. cause ya don’t look okay??” Mateo questioned, watching the other shift uncomfortably in his seat.

“Son!” He huffed, clearly irritated by the question. “I am just fine!” He grumbled as Mateo stumbled back.

“Sorry sorry! I’ll uh.. I’ll be back! Gotta take Buttercup on a walk!” Mateo spoke, eyeing buttercup who was pawing at the door with a whine.

“Yeah yeah-“ Judd gave a small wave of his hand, watching Mateo hurry out of the firehouse.

Leaning back in his chair, Judd gave a small huff. “Kid.. I dunno what you're planning.. but can it wait til we get home?” He huffed, grimacing at the hard kick to his side.

“Ah ouch..” He grunted out, rubbing his side.

Closing his eyes for a moment, a calloused hand ran over the swell of his belly.

Giving a lazy hum, he felt his belly tighten again. “Ah..” he grunted, moving to lean forward.

“Judd?” Owen’s voice made his eyes suddenly snap open, not expecting the team to come back so soon.

“Hey Cap..” he cracked a weak grin, as Owen raised a brow- noticing how off the other had looked. Clammy and sweaty, in pain it seemed like.

“Ya good?” Owen asked, still studying the other.

“Why does everyone keep askin’ me that?!” Judd groaned, leaning back as the contraction had finally let up.

“Sorry Judd, we all just worry about you-“ Owen explained, quickly realizing he may have struck a nerve.

Judd let out a breathy laugh as he slowly stood, “well there’s nothing—“ he was cut off by a sudden intense pain, probably the worst he had felt all day, followed by a gush of fluids.

Owen blinked rapidly, watching the scene unfold.

“Judd?” He spoke, trying to choose his words carefully.

“Yeah Cap?” Judd asked through clenched teeth.

“I think your water just broke-“ Owen stated.

“I think you're right Cap-“ Judd responded.

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Everything hurts. No matter what he did, Judd couldn’t slow down the damn contractions. After the initial shock of his water breaking, things had began picking up and he was seated in the shower area of the firehouse, Grace sitting behind him- muttering soft praises in his ear. As soon as she heard the news, she had busted ass to the firehouse, not about to miss the birth of her child.

“Oh damn it!” Judd yelled out at a particularly harsh contraction.

“Judd-“ Tommy began, rubbing her friend's knee. “I’m gonna need to do a cervical check okay?” She spoke as Judd nodded, teeth grit. Unable to speak as the pain squeezed his already taut middle.

Tommy was surprised over the fact that he was fully dilated.

“Okay Judd, on the next contraction, I need you to give me a good push okay? Your little girl is ready to meet you-!” Tommy couldn’t hide the excitement laced in her voice.

“Do ya hear that Judd?” Gracie praised, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Y-yeah.. she’s.. ooh.. she’s impatient like her mama-“ he laughed breathlessly, getting a very brief break from contractions.

That earned an eye roll from Gracie and a smirk from Tommy but the two had quickly jumped back into action as Judd tensed.

“She’s comin’ T..” He panted, brows furrowed as he gave a push, the urge was overwhelming.

“Yes she is Judd, and everything will be just fine-“ Tommy soothed, giving another reassuring pat to his knee.

“You can do it Judd, I believe in you-“ Gracie praised, giving his hand a small squeeze of reassurance.

“Okay push.. push! Just like that!” Tommy praised, watching as Judd strained before letting up to catch his breath.

This process had seemed to drag on for what felt like hours to Judd (when realistically it had been 30 minutes at the most) before the firefighter yelled out in a mix of pain and surprise.

“Judd- Judd, listen to me- I need you to breathe her head okay? We don’t need you tearing-“ Tommy explained, reaching to put slight counter pressure against his strained lips.

“Uh huh..” Judd huffed, eagerly taking a sip of water from the cup Gracie had offered.

“She’s almost here Judd..” Gracie whispered, peering over her husband's shoulder, seeing a teardrop shape forming against his taut lips.

“Aw son of a bitch!” Judd couldn’t help but yell out again, the pain searing between his trembling thighs as the baby moved forward into a crown.

“Ah.. ah..” Judd huffed out a breath, his eyes wide as he tried to focus on his breathing.

“Good job Judd, go ahead and give me a push okay? It should free her head-“ Tommy explained, wiping the excess fluids and blood from Judd’s shaking thighs.

All Judd could manage was a small grunt in response, chin tucked to his chest as he bore down with the next contraction.

A sharp cry leaving his lips as the head suddenly popped free with a messy spray of fluids.

“Good job!” Tommy praised again as tears blurred Gracie’s eyes.

“Just breathe, let her turn Judd-“ Tommy explained, discreetly unhooking the cord from the baby’s neck, thankfully it wasn’t tight.

“Yeah..” Judd mumbled, having slumped back into Gracie who gave the side of his head a kiss.

“Okay! Push Judd!” Tommy instructed as the baby fully turned.

The next few moments were a blur for Judd, the pain he had been feeling was replaced with an incredible soreness and a squalling newborn placed on top of his chest.

“She’s here!” Tommy and Gracie both cried simultaneously, and Judd couldn’t help but break and start crying as he held the fussing newborn as close as possible.

“Welcome to the world..” Judd whispered as he slowly settled her down, Tommy draping a blanket over them for warmth.

Gracie had cut the cord and sat beside Judd, admiring her squirmy daughter.

“Oh look at you..” Gracie whispered, wiping at her eyes as she let the baby hold onto her finger.

“Welcome to the 126 family Charlie..” He spoke, rubbing her cheek.

[preg-fandoms]

Decided to write this up the other day and finally post it.

Fandom: Hevulla Boss

Pairing: Stolas/Blitzo (genderbent)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: mommy dom mentions, sexual nature during birth, egg laying, graphic birth, gender bent characters, lactation kinks.

“Blitzy-“ Stolas’s soft voice trilled through the phone, the owl demon laying sprawled out on her bed. A hand resting between her already soaked thighs.

Her wife had already left the castle, now here she was- all alone and broody, desperate for company while she laid these damn eggs.

•yeah baby?” Blitzo’s voice came through as Stolas shut her eyes for a moment, a slender finger reaching down to slip in between the folds of her pussy, her walls almost immediately tightening around the sudden intrusion.

Pulling in a sharp breath and ignoring the dull ache, she rolled onto her side. Still mindlessly fingering herself.

“We should meet up tonight.. I have a special surprise..” Stolas hummed out, hoping the other could hear how wet she sounded. Cum already leaking down her wet thighs from earlier.

Blitzo frowned, almost immediately telling something was off with Stolas, especially from the way she kept being so quiet.

“Yeah sure whatever Birdy, I’ll be over in a second okay?” She spoke, not really knowing where Loona had disappeared off to, probably hanging out with one of her friends again.

Slipping on her boots, she had made quick work to where Stolas lived. Not bothering with the door, she climbed up the side of the castle and poked her head in through the window. Though almost lost her grip at the sight before her.

Stolas sprawled out, her rounded belly sitting low on her hips, a hand tucked between her legs. Back arched slightly and ass raised up from the mattress as the owl eagerly fucked into her fingers with breathy moans. Perky tits spilling white liquid which Blitzo could only assume was milk.

“What the fuck..” Blitzo whispered, her face heating up as she gripped onto the window seal, just barely managing to hold on as she watched Stolas’s face contort into a visible mix of pain and pleasure.

The owl demon having removed her fingers, rather cupping her sex now, as Blitzo watched something begin to peek out of the tight folds.

“What the fuck-!” Blitzo couldn’t really help but yell that time, watching the mysterious thing slip back into Stolas.

“Blitzy?” She blinked a few times, head lazily rolling to the side to catch sight of the flustered imp sitting on the window seal.

Despite her intense orgasm and the fact that she was in the middle of delivering a large clutch of eggs, Stolas couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Hi Blitzy~” she cooed, beckoning the other over with her free hand, shifting to sit up a bit more, slim legs still outstretched and bent on the bed. Giving the imp a perfect view of her swollen cunt.

“What… what are you doing?” Blitzo curiously crawled into the bed, sitting beside Stolas who had a hand splayed on the bottom of her tight belly. Seized with yet another contraction, her features tight on her face as her eyes screwed shut.

“Ooh.. you know-“ Stolas huffed out as the contraction finally released its grip.

“Just the yearly egg laying..” she grunted, her free hand reaching to idly play with her aching breasts.

Blitzo couldn’t help but look between her face, sheen with sweat (and possibly a few tears), her cunt which was swollen and leaking varying fluids and her tits that seemed.. bigger than usual.

“Okayyy..” The imp muttered, not really sure how to wrap the thought around her girlfriend giving birth.

“So why exactly did you need me?” Blitzo questioned, finally settling her eyes on her girlfriend's chest, not being able to help but lick her lower lip.

“To help me of course-“ Stolas huffed, noticing how hard the other was staring.

Blitzo blinked a few times, still not catching on.

“What.. Do you want me to do it?” Blitzo asked, edging in closer. Almost pressed against the other's chest.

“Whatever sexual desire you wish my sweet imp~” Stolas cooed, resting a hand on the back of Blitz's head as she pushed the other down. Right in contact with her leaking tit.

“Come on now, help mommy feel better~” Stolas crooned, voice a bit intense as another contraction began.

Blitzo wasn’t sure what to do, still a little panicky over finding Stolas in the middle of laying damned eggs. But the hormones were definitely taking over.

She had straddled the other thigh, one hand on her shoulder as she greedily sucked on Stolas’s swollen nipple, the other hand curiously reaching down to brush against the owls wet folds.

Letting out a semi choked noise but unable to pull away since Stolas had such a tight grip on the back of her head, she felt the large egg push into her palm.

Stolas on the other hand was half blissed out, glad to have relief from her swollen breasts, but also uncomfortable with the egg that ground down onto her clit.

“Oooh Blitzy-“ she moaned out, eyes briefly rolling back into her head. Hips raising as the egg continued to stretch around her tight lips.

Blitzo couldn’t help but smirk, her own slim fingers briefly touching against Stolas’s throbbing clit.

This earned a sharp cry from the owl, feeling the egg wedge itself into a tight crown.

“Blitzo!” She moaned, feeling a wet spot begin to form on her thigh.

“Mmmm-“ Blitzo couldn’t help but moan herself, quickly becoming wet as she wedged her finger against Stolas’s tightly stretched skin, feeling the egg push against the palm of her hand.

“It’s coming out!” Stolas howled, a sharp moan escaping her lips as she came.

Blitzo couldn’t help but moan as she rutted against Stolas’s thigh with a whine.

The egg had suddenly popped out in between Stolas’s legs.

Though it was long ignored between the two, with Blitzo humping against Stolas’s thigh, and sucking her tits dry.

“Such a good girl for mommy..” Stolas crooned, holding the imp close as she had a brief break of contractions.

The tiny imp couldn’t help but groan, going limp against Stolas as she breathed heavily.

“Oooh.. fuck-“ Stolas groaned, feeling the contractions start back up as she squirmed.

“Mmm?” Blitzo blinked slowly, moving to sit up as she licked her lips. The sweet taste of milk is still on her tongue.

“Is the next one coming?” Blitzo asked, brows furrowed as Stolas huffed and nodded.

“Wait!” Blitzo huffed, a smirk appearing on her face.

“Mm?” She raised a brow, watching the imp scamper off of the bed, having yanked out a strap on.

“Ooooh.. is my baby wanting to help mommy more?” Stolas cooed, feeling herself almost immediately become wet once more.

“Yeah-“ Blitzo huffed, having gotten back into bed, swiping her hand against Stolas’s soaking pussy.

“Oooh.. be gentle little imp-“ Stolas moaned, eyes half lidded as she felt Blitzo slide in up behind her. The strap is briefly brushing against her tight hole.

“I’ll be good mommy~” Blitzo purred out, kissing at Stolas’s sweaty shoulder. Her small hand was quick to work the makeshift lube against Stolas’s ass.

While they weren’t much for snap, Blitzo was eager to fuck Stolas.

Though for now, all she did was lazily rub the strap on against Stolas’s ass as she couldn’t help but squirm.

“Oooh blitzy-“ she huffed out, feeling the second egg begin to sink down into her birth canal.

Blitzo leaned forward a bit, chin resting on Stolas’s shoulder, wanting to watch the egg come out.

Stolas had lifted her hips up, just giving Blitzo enough access to suddenly push the strap into her tight hole as she pushed.

With the added pressure, Stolas couldn’t help but groan loudly, bouncing back onto the strap on.

“So good for me..” Blitzo growled into her ear, reaching to grope lazily at her breasts. Tits leaking milk, as it dribbled down Stolas’s fur.

Blitzo’s pace with the strap on was anything but gentle, as was her grip on the other's chest.

Huffing, she watched with wide eyes as the egg began peaking out slightly from Stolas’s tight lips.

“It’s coming out!” Stolas cried, her ass squeezing tightly around Blitzo’s toy. Close to an orgasm, she couldn’t help but claw at her thighs with a loud trill.

Blitzo purred in delight, tail flicking as she dipped a hand down to brush against Stolas’s pussy, using two fingers to push back her lips as the egg continued to edge into a crown.

Blitzo was close to her own orgasm as the egg stretched Stolas out into a full crown as the owl demon squirmed and whimpered.

With a final buck of her hips, she moaned lewdly into the other shoulder as she came, having pulled the strap on off and tossing it onto the floor.

“Come on birdy!” Blitzo huffed as Stolas gave a final push with a yell, squirting as she reached another orgasm, body tensing as she shook, before promptly falling back into Blitzo.

“Mmph!” Blitzo huffed, having pulled out from sitting behind Stolas. Moving to sit in front of her. A hand rubbing over the others slightly deflated belly.

“How many more eggs are there?” Blitzo asked, eyeing the two that aromas had set into a makeshift nest.

“Just one more-“ Stolas huffed out, clearly out of energy.

Stolas had leant back against the pillows, legs still splayed and bent- once more giving full view of her aching now swollen cunt.

Nestled at her side, Blitzo was greedily sucking on her tit, moaning in delight at the milk she was getting. A hand reaching down to idly stroke at Stolas’s clit as the owl demon pushed.

Progress was much slower this time, after several pushes the egg had yet to appear.

“Birdy-“ Blitzo mumbled, finally pulling off Stolas’s now soaked fur.

“It’s not coming out!” Stolas cried, clearly frustrated.

Frowning, Blitzo had moved.

“Come on- stand up for me-“ she hugged, watching the much taller demon pull herself into a sitting position before standing.

Gasping as Blitzo hurriedly laid a hand against her bulging sex.

“Oooh..” Stolas moaned, gripping the bed post, pushing as she bent her knees.

“There ya go birdy!” Blitzo huffed, a hand slipping between her pants and underwear to frantically rub at her clit as the egg continued to inch out.

Blitzo was close to an orgasm herself, between the noises Stolas was making and the fact that owl’s demon’s cunt was stretched out so much around such a big egg.

“J-just.. one more push..” Blitzo huffed out, trying not to squirm as she gritted her teeth.

With a loud cry, the egg had expelled from Stolas as Blitzo let out her own harsh cry as she suddenly came all over her own hand.

The owl demon had fallen back onto the bed, Blitzo soon followed suit where she curled up against the exhausted owl.

“You did so good..” he mumbled, nuzzling into her neck affectionately. A rare moment between the two.

“Well you did help-“ Stolas cooed, petting the Imp’s head as they both drifted off to sleep

[preg-fandoms]

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steddie (Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson)

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: graphic trans masculine birth authors note: decided to write Eddie first, but I do plan on writing pregnant Steve Harrington at some point soon!!

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For as long as he could remember, Eddie Munson was an outcast in the small town of Hawkins. Often being bullied, claimed to be in a cult, all sorts of shit. But throughout his years, he learned not to care what others thought and just did his own thing. Somehow, he had caught the attention of a nice looking jock Steve Harrington.

At first, they had a bumpy start, total opposites, wanting to go two completely different directions in their lives. For a short while, they did- at least until Eddie came back to visit some old high school friends. From there, he happened to meet Steve at the local bar and between shared drinks, the rest was history for them.

They had been married for three years now, and settled down in Hawkins. Steve being a gym teacher at the high school, Eddie working at the newly opened up music store. They had a comfortable life, and Eddie was happy. At least until he started waking every morning, 6 o’clock on the dot to empty what was in his stomach. At first he thought it was simply just the flu, but when it wouldn’t let up after a week, followed by his pants becoming a bit tighter, and the sudden distaste for coffee - he knew something was wrong.

After a dreaded doctor's appointment, Eddie left the appointment both thrilled and utterly confused. Despite being on hormone replacement therapy for years, he had ended up pregnant. Deep down he knew pregnancy was possible since the hormone therapy wasn’t exactly birth control.

At first, he tried to hide it from Steve- not entirely sure how the other would react. But he couldn’t help but blurt it out that night at dinner.

That seemed so long ago now that Eddie was in the middle of labor. He had been overdue by a few days, thinking the baby would never arrive. Until he awoke early that morning with small consistent cramps, by the afternoon he was becoming more anxious and quiet. Rearranging small items around the house, pacing up and down the hallway. Anything to keep his racing mind busy.

By dinner time, he could barely tolerate food. Only managing about half of his plate before pushing it away, declaring he was full and going to shower.

The trip to the bathroom ended up with him leaning into the doorway with a groan, a small puddle forming beneath him. His waters had finally broken, and it was definitely startling.

Though Steve was quick to clean it up, trying to assure a very teary eyed Eddie that it was fine.

He had spent almost a half an hour in the shower, allowing himself to labor quietly underneath the warm water.

The next several hours passed by slowly, which frustrated Eddie. But around 4 in the morning, things were finally picking up.

Despite being quiet during most of his labor, he had become a bit louder. Sitting on his hands and knees, sweaty hair pulled back into a messy bun, a deep groan rising from his chest as he frantically rocked his hips.

Steve was there every step of the way, despite being nervous- he had somehow held himself together, getting anything Eddie needed, offering water, his hand.

He was wiping the back of Eddie’s neck with a cool washcloth, brows furrowed. He could see how low the others' belly sat.

“Ed’s..” he spoke softly, as Eddie lifted his head to look at Steve. His face was flush, deep circles under his eyes. Despite that, he still managed a weak little smile. “Yeah?” He whispered, for a brief time the contractions had let up. Though neither knew how long that would last, they seemed to practically be on top of each other now.

“Can I check you?” Steve asked, already moving to settle closer to the others legs, thighs slick with birthing fluids leaking. “Uh huh..” Eddie nodded, having moved to sit back, now with his back pressed into the pillows, legs spread enough to show his cunt. Steve could see how his poor pelvis tensed with another contraction. Eddie couldn’t help but grunt, pulling a leg back in a meager attempt to relieve the pressure.

“Doing great babe-“ Steve tried to soothe, rubbing his inner thigh. Eddie hadn’t replied, more so focused on trying to breathe.

As the contraction ended, Steve took the opportunity to slip a few fingers into Eddie’s tight wet hole. Though he almost immediately jerked back, eyes wide.

“Oh shit!” Steve breathed out, hurriedly wiping his fingers on a towel that was placed nearby.

“What?” Eddie whined, already thinking the worst as his body shook from the strain.

“I felt the head-“ Steve laughed breathlessly, eyes wide as he got up from the bed, scurrying to the bathroom to gather up a few spare towels.

“I think you can start pushing on the next contraction babe-“ he spoke, placing an extra towel beneath Eddie.

Eddie didn’t have to be told twice by Steve, moving to lay on his side. Steve moved to sit behind him, propping his leg up as he rubbed the side of Eddie’s thigh. The next contraction had come on quickly, and Eddie began to push.

It was a slow process, Eddie wasn’t even sure how much time had passed when he started to feel himself spread open around the head.

Steve had peaked down to check his progress, eyes widening again. Just a sliver of the head was peeking out from Eddie’s puffy lips.

“Good job!” Steve praised, kissing Eddie’s sweaty neck, reaching to let the other hold onto his hand as Eddie pushed once more.

With the next push, more of the head inched out, starting to crown around his thinly stretched lips.

This earned a small pained cry from Eddie who fell back into Steve with heavy breaths, huffing through the next few contractions. His whole body was trembling from how much pain he was in.

“It’s okay!” Steve tried to reassure once more, wishing he could do more than just say encouraging words and hold Eddie’s hand.

Though he was surprised as Eddie pulled his hand away, despite his fingers shaking- he had reached to cradle the crowning head.

“She’s coming-'' Eddie pants, trembling fingers tracing over the wet head of his daughter.

“Yeah.. yeah she is..” Steve breathed out, watching as the head suddenly popped out with another gush of fluids.

“Oh shit-!” Eddie couldn’t help but cry out a little, the shoulders ramming against his already sore pelvis.

“Just let her turn babe-“ Steve reminded, trying to wrack his brain of any information Robin had made him read before Eddie had gone into labor.

Sinking back into Steve, Eddie was trying to catch his breath once more as he grimaced. The baby was quick to turn and suddenly her shoulders popped out.

Eddie just barely caught her in his hands, quick to pull her up to his chest as he rubbed her back.

Steve jumped as the baby suddenly started crying, her tiny face red, hands flailing as she squirmed and coughed against Eddie.

“Hey.. hey! Ya got a set of lungs on ya!” Eddie laughed breathlessly as Steve was quick to place a towel over Eddie and the baby.

“Cassie..” Eddie grinned tiredly, blinking up at Steve as tears began to roll down his cheeks.

Steve was speechless for a moment, watching the baby still continue to fuss and cry, at least until he offered out his finger for her to hold. She had immediately taken hold, her shrill cries dying down to whimpers.

At that very moment, Steve Harrington had never loved anything more than his new family.

[preg-fandoms]

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairing: none

Word count: 400

Warnings: none

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Doppo Kunikida was a simple man. Hoping to find a women that met his standards to get married and begin a family shortly there after. But life seemed to have other plans, having become pregnant himself. It was an honest mistake, having gone out on a rare night to celebrate with his team and ending up drunk. At first, he considered getting rid of the pregnancy, but decided against it.

He managed to hide his pregnancy for most of the first trimester, at least until Ranpo had spilled the information about it one morning after he found Kunikida sick in the bathroom.

Thankfully nobody made a fuss about the news, not wanting to further upset the male. But they did make accommodations to him. Allowing him to take over desk duty at the agency, not wanting him or the baby to get hurt, allowing him longer breaks if needed too, though now that he was in his second trimester, he could handle food a bit more properly.

He had recently picked up pregnancy and parenting books to read on his lunch break at the office. Being six months pregnant now meant the baby would likely begin kicking and moving around soon. Though he had yet to feel anything. At least up until today, Ranpo had suggested he eat a few sweets. See if it would make the baby hyper.

In the middle of reading, he had felt a sudden movement, right beneath where his hand rested on his swollen midsection. Blinking, he pressed his hand just a tad bit harder into the swell, thinking he was just imagining things.

Brows furrowed, he marked his place in the book and set it on the desk, pushing his chair out. Catching Atushi who just happened to be walking into the office.

“Atushi!” He called, watching the white hair male freeze up at the call of his name.

“Huh?” Atushi blinked, turning to look at Kunikida with a puzzled look.

“Come here-“ Kunikida spoke, motioning him over. Atushi swallowed thickly and made his way over.

Without a word, Kunikida had taken his hand and pressed it to his swollen midsection.

“What-“ Atushi began but Kunikida shushed him, though Atushi couldn’t help but let out a surprised noise as he felt a sudden kick on his palm.

“What did you feel?” Kunikida asked, trying to figure out if his hunch was correct.

“… the baby kicking?” It came out more like a question than an answer.

“Yes- thank you..” Kunikida nodded, letting Atushi exit the area as he set back in his chair. Brows furrowed as he gingerly touched at random spots on his bump, each time getting a kick in return.

He couldn’t help but smile a little, feeling like maybe fatherhood wouldn’t be that bad after all.

[preg-fandoms]

Debating on which character to make the carrier, so decided to make a poll to see what people prefer.

[preg-fandoms]

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: none

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: oviposition / egg laying, surprise live birth, graphic mentions of birth withtrans masc character, almost public birth

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Hawks was used to this, laying at least two eggs once a year. It didn’t matter who he was messing around with. They were always infertile anyway, nothing more than a dud. Which in a sense he was grateful for.

But all of these days, he had started laying signs in the middle of an important meeting with Endeavor. He wasn’t even listening to his boss, sweat beading at his forehead and trickling down his flushed face.

Hands balled into tight fists on his lap, he shifted- biting down on his lip to stifle a groan of discomfort.

“Keigo-“ an abrupt voice broke him of his thoughts, causing him to blink rapidly as his feathers puffed out in defense.

“Yeah?” He finally spoke after a few moments, seeing Endeavor's piercing gaze into his own. The Todoroki male didn’t have any emotion on his face, maybe a hint of annoyance? He wasn’t sure.

“Are you alright?” Endeavor responded tartly, arms crossed over his broad chest. It was clear he didn’t actually care if the other was alright or not, he was just focused solely on this meeting.

Blanking for a moment, all Hawks could manage was a nod. Though it wasn’t quite convincing.

“If you're going to be sick, then go to the restroom-“ Endeavor spoke gruffly before turning his attention back to the meeting at hand.

Heat rising to his face from embarrassment, Hawks had stood on shaky legs.

His pelvis felt so full, one of the eggs descending quickly.

Muttering a few half ass apologizes, he hurriedly exited the meeting room and made his way down the hall.

The hallway seemed to stretch on forever, the cramps becoming more frequent- practically on top of each other now.

Hawks wasn’t even sure if he’d made it to the bathroom, in an awkward bow legged stance as it finally came into view.

“Oh thank god-“ he muttered under his breath, reaching for the doorknob. Almost bursting into tears once he realized it was unlocked thankfully.

Hurriedly, he hadn’t even turned on the light- just slammed the door shut and locked it. Nobody needed to see him like this. He could never live it down.

One hand fumbling for the light switch, the other fumbled with his pants, undoing the belt Endeavor insisted he wear, pulling it out of the belt loops completely. Finally finding the light switch, he flicked the light on.

Though another cramp pulled his stomach taunt and he fell to the floor with a muffled cry. The egg was coming now and he didn’t even have bud damn pants off!

Swearing under his breath, he finally undid the zipper, yanking his pants and underwear down to his knees, unable to go any further. The urge to push was overwhelming, he was dizzy- feeling like he could pass out at any second.

Reaching for the belt tossed to the side, he had bit down on it, wings flaring outwards to display his pain.

With the next cramp, even stronger than the last one- he had begun pushing.

The first egg wasted no time barreling down his aching birth canal, already beginning to bulge out with a few pushes.

Hawks wasn’t that surprised, usually the eggs he delivered were small- so they were easy to pass.

Panting, he had shifted to sit back on his hunches in a squat, shaking hand reaching to cradle his bulging cunt.

“Mm—“ he whimpered out, tears stinging his eyes. No matter how many times he did this, it was always painful. The egg stretched around his lips, turning them red from blood flow.

“Oh god-“ he choked out, gripping onto the sink counter as he sunk into a deeper squat, chin tucked into his chest.

“Come on-!” He yelled out, the egg now inching out at a snail's pace until it suddenly popped free in between his legs with a spray of fluids and a rush of hormones.

Sinking back down onto the floor, he was breathing heavily- glancing at the egg.

It was small, and could be cradled into his hands. But no sign of life as usual.

He wasn’t entirely sure what to do with it- he always disposed of them at home, but he was at work.. so obviously someone could see it.

He didn’t have long to think though, another wave of cramps hitting him.

“Oh great- another egg-“ he huffed out.

Shifting back on his hunches once more, belt between his teeth and hand gripping the sink counter, he had begun to push.

Though worry was starting to creep up, this egg seemed larger and longer to get out.

Moving his free down to his tender lips, brows furrowed, he gingerly pushed a few fingers into his sore cunt.

Spitting out the belt, he couldn’t help but cry out in surprise. Whatever he was touching wasn’t an egg, it was hard and squishy, tufts of hair brushing against his fingers.

“Fuck!” He helped out, hurriedly pulling his hand away.

Not quite believing he was giving birth to an actual baby, he had fished his phone out and put it onto the cameras. Peering down at the sight.

A teardrop shape of bright red hair stuck out between his trembling legs.

In that very moment he honestly thought he would pass out from the shock.

But his body didn’t get him time to react, aching lips quivering as the head suddenly bulged forward, forcing its way into a crown.

Clamping a hand over his mouth, eyes wide and tear filled, Hawks tried to breathe rapidly through his nose.

He was used to the sting of eggs forcing themselves out of his body, but a large baby was something he had never dealt with before.

Sucking in a breath, he began to bare down into his chin once more.

He couldn’t help but yell out as the head shot out with a gush of fluids, dangling between his legs.

“Oh god-“ he moaned, head leaned back into the cool wall.

Shifting to rest on his hands and knees, butt up in the air, Hawks pushed again. He could feel the shoulders grind painfully against his pelvis, one shoulder popping free. But the other remained.

Grunting, he had given another deep push, crying out as the second shoulder popped free with another stream of birthing fluids.

The baby had landed into his discarded pants and underwear, and after a moment began squalling angrily.

Hawks on the other hand simply stayed put, eyes wide and mouth gaped open.

In all the years of having eggs, he had never once bore a live child- at least up until now.

Moving to sit back on his butt, he had awkwardly scooped the still crying newborn into his arms.

Cradling him up to his chest as the baby kicked his legs and continued to cry.

This caused Hawks to laugh a bit, eyes half lidded.

Moving the baby so he was up to his dark puffy nipple, the baby began to nurse and finally quieted down.

Meanwhile Hawks was trying to figure out in the hell he’d get home now.

“Guess we’ll figure it out-“ he muttered to the grunting newborn, not yet moving from his spot.

[preg-fandoms]

Fandom: Trigun Stampede

Pairing: none

Word count: 1k

Warnings: graphic trans masc birth, clothing birth, birth denial, semi public birth

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Hiding from bounty hunters used to be easier for Vash, he was quick to hide and skilled with weapons and fighting (though he preferred to not use violence unless he had to). But now.. being pregnant made things difficult. He wasn’t even sure who the father was, how far along he was, or even how many he was carrying. All of these were guesses by this point.

From the way his stomach was sitting, sloped painfully over his small pelvis, accompanied by intense cramping- he assumed he was in labor.

At the moment he was hiding in an alleyway of an unknown city, trying to get away from a group of bounty hunters that wanted him. For the time being he had lost their trial thankfully.

But now he had a different problem- in the middle of being chased down, his waters had broken. At first he was able to ignore the cramping in his back, just brushing them off as potentially false labor.

But the longer he was on foot, the stronger they became. He couldn’t even call for help or find somewhere safe to give birth. The alleyway was damp, a bit cold and clearly dirty. He barely had any light source, but he figured that’d be better.

He had taken off his belt, using it to bite down. He was trying not to push, not wanting to give birth here. But it was though his body wasn’t listening, he could feel the head move down further into the birth canal.

Face red and sweaty from the strain, a hand reached to cradle the bottom of his rock hard stomach, hand trembling.

It felt like this contraction wasn’t going to let up any time soon. The urge to push still there, and the bulge in his pants only getting bigger with each passing second.

Pressing his back into the wall, he had shifted down into an awkward squatting position.

Hands fumbling with his zipper, he couldn’t get it undone in time- another strong contraction coming over him full force.

Almost stumbling forward, his hands pressed into the pointed brick wall, nails trying to dig in to hold himself up. His teeth grit, biting even harder into the belt.

As he forced himself not to scream, he could feel the head quickly stretch his small cunt. The burn was unbelievable, tears springing to his eyes as he tried to reach to tug down his pants. Though he barely got them to move, too focused on the task at hand.

Reaching down, his hand slipped in between his trembling legs, holding the head despite still being clothed. Grunting and brows furrowed, he pushed once more.

Everything was moving so quickly he didn’t even have time to think, only give into his body’s urges.

The next push had brought the shoulders forth and some of the waist, the baby now settled in between his legs and his soaking wet pants leg.

Finally getting a brief moment to get himself together, he had hurriedly tugged down his ruined underwear and pants.

Pulling the squalling infant up to his chest, he had immediately covered their mouth with his hand.

He knew if anyone heard him or the baby, they’d both be captured.

Spitting the belt out to the side, he glanced down at the squirming angry baby.

He had pulled up his shirt, his dark puffy nipples already leaking heavily from her cries. Removing his hand from her mouth, he had cradled her up to a nipple to which she quickly latched and settled.

Relief had flooded over him, but not for long- still in the midst of tense contractions, he had realized there was another baby.

One arm cradling the newborn, he had pulled down his pants and underwear, now sitting on the soiled clothing as a makeshift nest of sorts.

Still holding the baby with one arm, his free hand had slid down to gingerly feel around for the head- which had yet to appear. But his lips were bulging outwards, a shiver running up his spine.

Grabbing the belt once more, he had it in his mouth- biting down hard enough to leave marks in the leather, not that it really mattered.

As the next contraction began to peak, he had his chin buried into his chest- giving a deep push.

Like the first born, the head was quick to make its appearance, but took longer to stretch around his small pelvis, inching out slowly. Any time he let up on pushing, it slipped back in- causing him to feel defeated.

But he couldn’t make noise, it’d alert unwanted attention and with a second baby trying to force their way out, it’s something he didn’t need.

Carefully and slowly, he scooted up the wall, legs bent in a squat once more as he pushed.

Grunting beneath the belt, he could feel the head finally emerge into a crown.

His lips were tight around the head, having it in a vice grip for a few unsteady moments.

Tears burned his tightly closed eyes, he could tell he was about to tear. The sharp pain was evident as the head popped out with a gush of blood and fluids.

Eyes snapping open, he sucked in a sharp breath, feeling as though he could pass out at any moment now.

‘At least the hard part is over’ he tried to remind himself, eyebrows scrunched together as he took quick breathes through his nose. The baby was quick to begin turning, the first shoulder popping out, quickly followed by the second.

With one last push, the rest of the body had emerged on the male's blood and fluid soaked pants and underwear. Cord still attached, dangling between Vash’s legs.

The other had slumped down, landing on his butt as he reached to pick up the second squalling newborn.

Quickly getting them to latch on, the second born (a boy) had quieted down, content to eat greedily from his mothers overfilled breasts.

As the babies nursed, Vash leaned his head back, letting out a shaky breath as he closed his eyes.

Out of all the crazy things he had done, this had to be the top one.

[preg-fandoms]

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Satoru/Suguru

Word count: 1.6k

Content warnings: graphic transmasc birth, orgasmic birth

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Having a family of his own was never a plan of Satorou’s. Sure he had taken care of Megumi after the kid was basically dumped at his door.

But.. carrying Suguru’s children seemed like a distant dream. Until it actually happened. The pregnancy and birth itself was.. oddly enough enjoyable during certain times. Though he had insisted to the other they wouldn’t have anymore.

But here he was, in the quiet dimly lit living room, Mizuru cradled up to his chest as she greedily got her fill of the sweet milk leaking from Satoru’s chest.

He was leaning back into the couch, eyes half lidded as he felt his stomach tighten with another contraction. Grunting, he had shifted uncomfortably.

Being pulled from the haze of pain was only due to Mizuru’s slight fussing. Blinking a few times, he was met with sleepy eyes, milk dribbling down her chin.

Smiling briefly, he planted a soft kiss on her head as she borrowed against his chest for comfort once more. Slowly but surely, he had moved to sit on his yoga ball. The swaying had finally lulled Mizuru to sleep and Satoru into a more relaxed state.

“Here- let me take her-“ Suguru spoke, having moved from where he was sitting on the couch. Satoru had requested not to have Suguru hovering over him while he labored this time around. Thankfully Suguru had respected his wishes.

“Huh? Oh yeah-“ it took a few moments for Satoru to focus on what the other was saying. Pulling the now fast asleep toddler from his chest and depositing her into Suguru’s arms.

As Suguru cradled her to his broad chest, she didn’t stir once- even as he went to tuck her into bed. Hoping she’d sleep through the rest of Satoru’s labor. Things were definitely picking up, which caused a rush of excitement to trickle down Suguru’s spine.

Coming back into the living room, Suguru took in the sight of his laboring husband. The other had abandoned the yoga ball, now resting on his hands and knees. Gravid red belly almost touching the ground as his hips bucked upwards.

It was clear he was in the middle of a difficult contraction. Breath hitched in his throat. His face and neck sheen with sweat and red from the strain.

Licking his lower lip, Suguru had made his way over to where Satoru was laboring. One hand reaching to apply pressure against his taunt back and the other reaching between the others trembling thighs.

Briefly ghosting his fingers over the heat of the others cunt. Blood flow causes the aching organ to be bright red and extra sensitive.

“Damn it-“ Satoru groaned out quietly, the other having slipped his fingers into the molten heat.

It wasn’t a bad thing by any means, Satoru enjoyed the pleasure it brought forth in his aching cunt.

“You're close..” Suguru muttered, he could barely fit two fingers into the others puffy cunt, the mass of the head brushing against his knuckles. His thumb worked to swipe over the swollen clit as Satoru moaned out, hips bucking once more.

“Suguru-“ the laboring male whined out, eyes drifting shut as his mouth opened slightly, another moan slipping out.

“There you go..” Suguru crooned lightly, picking up his pace as he continued to rub the swollen clit, Satorou’s walls still clamped around him as the other rode out the contraction that wracked his body painfully.

“G-gonna-!” Satoru couldn’t even finish his sentence, heat building and suddenly expelling from his aching cunt.

A mixture of birthing fluids and cum soaking Suguru’s hand as the other hummed, his own eyes half lidded.

If Suguru was being honest, this had turned him on quite a bit, but that was a problem he’d take care of later. Right now his sole focus is on Satoru and the rapidly approaching birth of their second child.

Having pulled his hand away and wiping it on a nearby towel, he watched Satoru shift back into a squat against the couch. His chest heaving with breaths, milk leaking down his swollen chest.

“The baby’s close- you’ll probably start pushing soon-'' Suguru spoke, voice quiet as ever as he reached to wipe the others face with a cool washcloth.

“Yeah—“ Satoru agreed with a nod, “I feel the head-“ he grunted, having reached down to briefly cradle his aching cunt. It felt far too full with the baby’s head pressing so close.

Moving his hand up, he cradled his gravid stomach- eyes closed for a moment.

“I’m seriously not letting you knock me up again-“ he huffed out.

A light laugh left Suguru’s lips at the others statement, reaching to pat his knee affectionately. “Oh you’ll say that and want another right away~” he teased lightly.

Satoru was about to respond with his own sassy remark but another contraction took hold of his exhausted body. Having a vice grip around his stomach, Satoru reached to place one hand on the floor, the other gripping the cushion of the couch.

His body tensed as he began to push, sinking deeper into the floor as he tried to adjust his squat. The feeling had rushed over him so suddenly he didn’t even have time to speak.

Suguru watched silently, having pushed his own feelings aside as he offered Satoru his hand to hold onto instead of the couch.

The white haired male had a vice grip on the others hand, though Suguru didn’t mind.

Despite having quick labor, the pushing seemed to take longer than what had happened with Mizuru.

After about 10 minutes of squatting, Satoru had decided to walk around the living room, hoping it’d bring the back down further.

As he started to feel the impending crown, the urge to sit came over him.

“Wanna push on the toilet-“ he spoke, having pulled away from Suguru who had been holding and supporting his tired body through each contraction.

Furrowing his brows, Suguru was confused but decided against questioning the other.

Instead he had led him to the bathroom, not bothering to turn the light on. He knew Satoru preferred dark places to labor in.

As the laboring male seated himself on the closed toilet seat, Suguru watched as his spread legs trembled. His cunt barely bulged out as the head finally descended.

“Ooh-“ Satoru whined out loudly, a hand quickly covering his cunt.

“Let me see-“ Suguru coaxed, flipping the flashlight on his phone before gently pulling Satoru’s hand away.

The head was barely crowning against his red lips, in a teardrop shape- ready to slip back in at moment.

“Good job Toru..” Suguru tried to reassure, letting the other grip his hand.

Satoru hadn’t replied, his legs shifting to move up and still bent outwards as Suguru rubbed his thigh.

On the next contraction, he had begun to bare down. Whole body tensing and leaning into his chest as he bared down.

“Remember to breathe-“ Suguru spoke up as the contraction ended.

All the white haired male could do was huff out a little breath, glaring at Suguru. He was tired, the head just barely inching forward.

“Want some help?” Suguru asked, hand already ghosting over the others strained lips as Satoru nodded.

Giving a nod in return, Suguru had slid his fingers around the bulge, humming under his breath as the head urged forward once more.

“Hold that push-“ Suguru stated, getting a finger in between the other's right folds and the baby’s head to get the head out.

Moaning, Satoru shook as the head suddenly crowned into Suguru’s hand.

“It’s big-“ he whined breathlessly, going a bit limp as he tried to catch his breath

“I know I know-“ Suguru soothed, “you're so close to delivering the head-“ he tried to reassure, a pang of worry settling in him. The other was definitely starting to struggle, his small hips not holding up well to the large head.

“You’ve said that a million times already-“ Satoru spat, though there was no real bite to his words.

“I know I know-“ Suguru muttered, taking no real offense to the others' sudden snap.

On the next contraction, Satoru gave his hardest push yet. The head suddenly popped out with a gush of fluids.

The force had caused Satoru to cry out, legs now trembling harder as he gripped the sink counter with one hand and the nearby shelf with the other, lifting his butt up slightly from where he originally sat.

Suguru was quick to hold the head, trying to make sure Satoru stayed upright as well.

“Just the shoulders-“ he spoke, having checked for the cord which was clear.

A low groan left Satoru’s lips, shifting into a slight squat as he pushed again.

The baby was quick to turn as well, the first shoulder popping out. But the second seemed a bit stuck.

“Hold off on pushing-“ Suguru spoke up suddenly, trying to push back his panic. “I have to dislodge the shoulder-“ he spoke, voice surprisingly steady. Though he could pick up on the nerves radiating off of Satoru.

Nonetheless, he had set to work, one hand still holding the head and one shoulder while his other hand pressed up into Satoru’s still hot and aching cunt, wriggling a few fingers upwards as he felt the shoulder. Giving a careful pull, the baby had suddenly slipped out into Suguru’s hands with a loud squall.

Acting on instinct like he had with Mizuru’s birth, he had stuck a finger in her mouth to get the goop out, earning a louder cry.

Satisfied she was alright, he had put her onto Satoru’s chest, having helped the other hold her against his chest.

The two had fallen silent for a few moments, watching as the newborn greedily began suckling against her mothers dark nipple.

“You did great-“ Suguru spoke up finally, leaning up and placing a kiss on Satoru’s sweaty forehead.

“Never again-“ Satoru huffed with a weak laugh.

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Updated pinned as of 12.14.24

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Hello there! I am Goomy and I’m an avid writer in fandoms. I mainly write mpreg based content as well. I do not interact with anyone who is going to be rude- so if you don’t like what I post then hide my blog, don’t report it. Also DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MNOR. I am 26 years old!!

As for fandoms I’m comfortable writing are:

My hero academia

Haikyuu

Jujutsu Kaisen

911 and 911 lone star

Hazbin hotel

Hevulla boss

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Content that will be written on here is mainly mpreg birth but other things will be written as well. All characters are trans unless stated otherwise in rare gender bent scenarios. For the most part this is SFW, very rarely will I upload nsfw stuff tbh

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All characters are 18+ for fics, I will write most pairings. Requests are always open as long as the ask box is open. Though requests will be slow to be posted, I work on them as I feel the motivation to, so please do not rush me to finish them. If you request a fandom I’m not familiar with, I likely won’t complete it.