#first mpreg fic

[allylikethecat]

are people going to hate me if i write an omegaverse matty fic 🙈 because it seems like that is something that might be getting posted in the coming days... i mean... it can't be worse than my mpreg matty fic right?

[sagisbrainrot]

hualian nation are there any good post canon fics?? Doesn’t HAVE to be explicit but if there’s any fics that ahem, elaborate on some of the implied stuff in the last couple chapters I will be eternally in your debt 🧎🏾‍♀️

Would love to see specifically: the night hua cheng comes back, their wedding night, elaboration on the red pearl, etc but I’ll take anything!

[wangxianficrecs]

The Winner Takes It All by YilingSani

The Winner Takes It All

by YilingSani (@yiling-sani)

M, 46k, Wangxian

Summary: "Wei Ying doesn't know why he ended up on this exact island. All he knows is that he's scared, alone and hungry. And with a child." ----- 18 years later Wei Yuan has grown into a proper young man, helping his Baba to run the hotel on the island. On the week of his wedding, Wei Yuan comes across Wei Ying's diary and decides to invite the man mentioned in it to the island, unaware of the consequences it will bring. Kay's comments: I never knew that I needed a MDZS Mamma Mia AU until I started reading this story. I have never even watched Mamma Mia (I know, shame on me, what kind of gay even am I), but I was so hooked on this story. So hooked in fact, that I read it first as it was published as a thread fic and then once again once it updated on AO3 and I could still hardly wait for the updates. The drama, the heartbreak, the angst, the found family! All of it was such a delight. The angst hit especially hard in this story and for the longest time, as a reader, you're wondering whether you even want Wei Ying and Lan Zhan to get back together again, but it all works out in the end without being a magical fix-it. Highly recommended. Excerpt: Granny Wen extends a hand to brush away a strand from the young man's face, but the moment her fingers touch his forehead, she feels the heat coming from the boy. He's running a fever. It would be inhuman to leave the boy to fate, so Granny Wen nudges him awake. Once the silver eyes open, they immediately fill with fear, and the boy draws deep into the corner, looking like a frightened deer. "It's alright," the woman speaks softly. "I won't hurt you." The silver eyes are puffy and red-rimmed - it's clear that the young man has cried himself to sleep. "It's alright," Granny Wen repeats. "You’re safe. I’m Granny Wen. What's your name?" "W-Wei Ying," the boy's voice is hoarse, his throat dry as a dessert. "Are you from the mainland?" she asks the next question, and the boy nods. She notices how the boy's hands are placed protectively on his belly and she frowns. "How old are you?" "Seventeen." Seventeen.

pov alternating, modern setting, modern no powers, mpreg, single parent wei wuxian, inspired by mamma mia!, one night stands, first time, unplanned pregnancy, traumatic childbirth, post-traumatic stress disorder, ptsd, illnesses, chronic illness, teen pregnancy, panic attacks, angst with a happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, families of choice, no jiang cheng & wei wuxian reconciliation, background character death

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[onboardsorasora]

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

Edit: we now have a continuation here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Noah seems to be enjoying himself."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[satashiiwrites]

wip whenever

Tagged by @rosieposiepuddingnpie for a WIP whenever. Working on this little piece this afternoon and hope to have a chapter yeeted this weekend.

Tagging @monsterrae1 @tkwritesdumbassassins @quietborderline @whimsyswastry @missanniewhimsy @outtoshatter with no pressure and anyone else who wants to play along.

Graphics by me

Title: Separation Anxiety, chapter 2, part of An Endless Knotting series

Fandom: 911

Pairing: Buddie.

Fic summary: Buck returns to work after his heat leave and both of them have some adjusting to do while separated as Eddie prepares to start his new job.  However, reunions are meant to be savored, and Eddie has a surprise for Buck after his trying shift. 

Tags/warnings: first draft. Egregious use of spanish endearments in possibly incorrect ways, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, excessive knotting, mpreg, porn with plot series.

Eddie does his best to keep busy with chores and errands but he has to constantly tell himself not to follow the not-so-subtle tug of the bond that stretches between him and Buck like a rubber band. 

He needs to let Buck work, Eddie tells himself again and again. Not even a trip to help Abuela with her grocery shopping is suitably distracting. 

“You keep sighing like that and I’ll have you audition for a telenovela. I saw a flier for auditions.  You can play pining lovestruck man numero uno.”

“I’m not single,” Eddie laughs, “and I’m not interested in anyone other than Buck.  I just miss him.”

“Your alma gemela. I remember what that was like when I was first bonded to my Edmundo.  I missed him so much and he’d just be outside mowing the yard or running to the grocery store.”

“Buck’s a bit further away,” Eddie says and then internally scolds himself for trying to out-miss his mate with his abuela.  Abuela still missed her husband, Eddie’s namesake grandfather and it’d been a decade and a half since he’d passed. 

“Tcch,” Abuela scolds him, tone playful. “You’re both so young.”

“My knees ache sometimes in the mornings.  I’m not that young.”

That gets a chuckle out of Abuela and Eddie counts at as a win.  She has him shucking corn on the cob for their dinner and saving the husks so they can be dried to make tamales. Christopher is busy on Abuela’s Nintendo discovering the world of Hyrule and saving a princess.”” 

“Your Buck is good for you, good for Christopher,” Abuela idly observes as she stirs the red chili sauce she’s making to go with the pork she slow cooked all day, taking a taste. The rice cooker Eddie bought for her as a birthday present with his first paycheck from the army is keeping the rice warm and ready, the large pot on the stove filled with water to cook the corn ready and bubbling next to the sauce. They’re going to have a feast tonight and Eddie wishes Buck was here to try it all. 

He’ll have to ask if they can take the leftovers home so Buck can have a taste. His omega seems to like trying spicy food, and Eddie would love it if Buck loves the food he’d grown up with so they can share it. They’ve both loved everything they’d shared so far. 

“He asked if I would teach him to cook your favorites,” Abuela says with a sly smile. 

“Buck did?”

“Yes.  He wants you and Christopher to be happy.  I told him I’d teach him the family secrets including my tamale recipe. Something tells me he will be a good student and keep you and Christopher well fed.”

“You’ve never taught mom your recipes,” Eddie says dumbly, proud that Abuela has taken to Buck so well.  She’d… tolerated Shannon and been polite to her face but the family had for years called Shanon la gringa in a not-so-flattering way.  

Abuela has already bestowed multiple endearments upon Buck including guapo, dulzura and Eddito’s amor which indicated Buck had passed some invisible test that Eddie didn’t understand with The LA branch of his family. Even Pepa had been teasing Buck within five minutes of meeting him and calling him Evanito.Pepa doesn’t call anyone not a blood relative by a nickname.  

He’s a bit nervous about introducing Buck to his parents.  His parents historically have disliked everyone Eddie has so much as looked at and had waged a not-so-cold war against Shannon from the day they’d announced her pregnancy with Christopher. 

“Tcccch! Your mother has no patience and cannot handle any heat.  Luckily you have our side of the family to strengthen your stomach!”

“Abuela,” Eddie protests, thinking he should probably defend his mother but it’s sadly true that his mom never has been able to eat anything remotely spicy despite being married to his father for thirty-five years and living in south Texas her entire life.  

[kittens-without-mittens]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Angel Dust/Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggie Characters: Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Original Hazbin Hotel Character(s), Original Child(ren) of Alastor and Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), original children characters, Niffty (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) Additional Tags: Family Fluff, Overlord Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Overlord Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Maybe idk yet - Freeform, Mpreg, Implied/Referenced Death in Childbirth, Dead Valentino (Hazbin Hotel), guess who lives and who dies, Husk is So Done (Hazbin Hotel), Husk Has Chronic Pain, Good luck being pregnant old man, Trans Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Intersex Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), both of them have kids, Children of Characters, Author Is Sleep Deprived, No beta we die like Adam, wump Summary:

Husk finds himself pregnant, pair that with the other kids in the relationship, it's a mess.

[gurokatt]

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Saw

Pairing: Mark Hoffman / Peter Strahm

Word Count: 9,160 [ongoing]

Summary:

Peter Strahm gets knocked up by Mark Hoffman and has to figure out what to do. Hoffstrahm Mpreg be upon thee

[spock-smokes-weed]

Zoro being incredibly fussy about Sanji giving him another baby (once he realizes he does want more kids), and while he’s miserable with morning sickness all the straw hats are like “you’re the one who wanted this, dude”

[30somethingautisticteacher]

The amazing @typicalopposite inspired me to write my first mpreg fic.

[typicalopposite]

🫶🫶🫶 thank you so much @30somethingautisticteacher & @nine-one-wanton for the tags 😁

I just posted chapter four of the Tommy Mpreg so I am open to writing more sentences! It definitely helped last week!

You know the rules! Send the emoji get three sentences (per emoji!)

(BuckTommy)

🍼: Tommy Mpreg

💔: Angst Sequel

🍹: Alt 1st Meeting/Bartender!Buck

(FirstPrince) @onthewaytosomewhere I still have your ask to get to but I know you’ll send more lol!

🤕: Amnesia Fic

Leaving the tags open this time! For anyone who wants to join in and get some writing done! 🫶

[goddessofroyalty]

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Finally at my computer again after posting another chapter of Blood for Blood so take my favourite part of it - Luke looking Aemond dead in the eye while telling him he named their latest kid Harwin.

Pairing: Aemond/Luke

Warnings: omegaverse, mpreg, uncle-nephew incest, abelist comments (I tried not to go too hard but I also needed to keep it in character)

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Aemond is not surprised it is his sister waiting for him and not his mate when he finally makes it back to their home. Luke has the seemingly never-ending responsibilities of his seat to keep him busy while Helaena only has her insects and her children.

“How are they both?” Aemond asks as the two make their way towards the main hall where Luke is hearing petitions from the various peoples under their rule. He never likes leaving when Luke is pregnant but rebellions are more easily quashed by dragon-fire and it is better to remind others who may think of also trying to buck their Lord of exactly how out-powered they are.

“They are both well,” Helaena says with a nod that’s almost a bow. “You have another son.”

Aemond nods at it. They have a good spread of both genders among all their children and hopefully will see all three designations as their children present. But it is good that both Luke and their latest made it through the birth.

Helaena glances away from him, picking at her nails in the nervous habit she picked up from their mother.

“What’s happened?”

Helaena ducks her head again, muttering something under her breathe before daring to meet his eyes.

“It is not my place to say. Just, promise me you won’t be mad at him, okay?” she asks and Aemond is suddenly back in the early days after his father died when everything and everyone was at risk.

Halaena had said they were both well so surely that meant their child had not been born sleeping. But well still leaves a wide space. Aemond is well, but he is still forever missing his eye. Even their family is not immune from children born deformed.

“Of course.” There is nothing even a dragon can do against the gods wills. They just must hope that this is not an omen of more bad things to come.

Halaena eyes him doubtfully but doesn’t say anything as they finish their journey. Entering the main hall as they are announced.

Luke smiles at them both at it. Standing from his seat and gesturing at one of the maids to bring their child over to him as Aemond approaches his Seat.

“I assume you were successful in your venture?” Luke asks as Aemond kneels to him with well-practiced ease.

“Yes. I doubt there will be even any whispers of rebellion from the region for at least a generation.” Aemond had made sure to leave a painful mark on the landscape itself to ensure that anyone who stepped foot in the area would know what the price of going against their rule was.

“Good. I do regret I had to leave it to you alone.”

“You had more important duties to tend to,” Aemond says standing again.

“I suppose,” Luke says with the cheeky smile that he will apparently never grow out of. “Do you want to meet him?”

It is a stupid question but there is no doubt in Luke’s voice. He knows Aemond will want to. The pride of a child born from them something that does not fade with each birth.

The maid brings the babe over to him as soon as he nods. A boy still young even if no longer new born. Weeks of his life Aemond missed because of the traitorous rebels.

“What is his name?” Aemond asks as he runs his eyes over the light eyes and dark hair of their child.

“Harwin,” Luke says and Aemond hears the maid gasp at the look he shoots his omega.

Luke stares back at him with unflinching eyes.  

“I named him in honor of the man who was loyal to my mother until the day he drew his last breath,” Luke continues. Which sounds perfectly reasonable if not for the fact that Luke had named their child after his true father.

It’s just short of a declaration of the truth of the bastard claims.

You promised Helaena mouths when he glances over at her.

“What do you think of it?” Luke asks because he knows Aemond can’t say what he is actually thinking. Not without admitting to the treason they are all complacent in.

“It is a good thing we have our dragons.” Anyone foolish enough to use the name as a rallying cry to try and take the Seat from Luke will die by dragon-fire.

[masculinemiracles]

Everything in you

Chapter 1 - Missing you

“You wanna tell me what all that was?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it, Finn..”

“Come on Simon. You don’t sound like yourself.”

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Six months after saying goodbye to Betty, Simon grapples with a profound sense of loneliness and struggles to find a purpose with the life Betty gave him. Finally fulfilling Betty's and His lifelong dream of having children, Simon struggles to do it alone.

[janetbrown711]

In the blink of an eye Pigsy and Tang receive news that rock them to their very core and make them question everything about themselves-- but they aren't alone like they were with MK so everything will be fine..

...Hopefully.

(freenoodles mpreg bc I love when the gay men are fluffy and domestic but also riddled with anxiety <3)

Words: 33,335

Status: Complete, 8/8

[bagelrites]

Unless I’m misremembering wasn’t it through sheer force of gay yearning that skeppy became pregnant?

ding ding ding! that's... basically correct. I added a little bit of extra lore to it but I won't get that picky :)

(snippet under the cut)

When they got back to Skeppy’s place, Bad parked and turned the car off, but didn’t immediately move to get out. Skeppy gave him a confused look.

“What?” Bad asked.

“What do you mean, what? You’re the one being weird,” Skeppy said.

“I’m not—I’m just thinking, okay? There’s… a lot to think about.”

“Okay. Give me an example.”

Bad trapped his fingers along the steering wheel, looking out at the too-bright sun hitting the bricks of the building. His headache was back with a vengeance, pulsing at his temples, and all he wanted to do was lie down and close his eyes, but he didn’t want to lie down by himself. He didn’t want to be away from Skeppy for more than a second, and he had a feeling Skeppy was thinking the opposite, that he couldn’t wait to get away from Bad. It made him feel sick.

“When we were in the doctor’s office,” he said, addressing it in the most roundabout way he could think of. “You said that I better be the father. What did you mean by that?”

Skeppy huffed and rolled his eyes.

“I mean, who else would want to put a baby in me?” he said. “Like, if there was someone else, then they’d probably be some freak stalker. And, I mean, I can’t think of anyone—” he paused, pressing his lips together and giving Bad an annoyed glance.

“Anyone else you’d rather it be?” Bad prompted.

“No. Anyone period,” Skeppy said.

[allylikethecat]

Chapters: 27/? Fandom: The 1975 (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: George Daniel/Matthew Healy Characters: Matthew Healy, George Daniel, Ross MacDonald, Adam Hann, Jamie Oborne Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Past Drug Addiction, Mpreg Summary:

Matty lied, which was probably a mistake since he was a shit liar on a good day, and today wasn’t a good day. He was much better at just, not saying anything, even though his therapist had told him that was really just lying by omission. He couldn’t meet Jamie’s eyes, and knew he was sweating nervously. He was hyper aware that he could feel the wand in his back pocket.

.

Just like in the bathroom after the show, two parallel lines stared back at him, confirming deep down what he already knew. The test was positive.

[menlove]

you all w your beatles and mclennon jokes and memes. some of you fully ironic. some of you definitely not. but you weren't there. you weren't in the trenches* like I was. you can't even know.

*2010-2012 beatles fandom on deviantart