#mpreg spock

[gaytricorder]

who wants mpreg kirk can i get a hell yeah

[allloe]

Lately, I've been stumbling across references to mpreg too often and I'm getting an irrational desire to write something very dubious. When you remember about creative freedom (not on the territory of the RU, of course) and that in your hands the power to write or draw literally anything..... This turns you into a creepy monster. Someone stop me.

Для товарищей нон англишен:- Девять месяцев в моей утробе заставляли меня страдать, и он похож на своего нелогичного ОТЦА.

[swartrek]

been musing on deep space nine's runway success in @need-him-pregnant-poll & star trek's general mpreg possibility scope. so here's my take on mpreg in star trek series:

TOS:✅❓🤨🤭 POSSIBLE, WITH CAVEATS. would be considered an amusing, curious, and off-putting facet of some alien life. Could potentially temporarily impact main crew, but it would be a one-off, with the birth occurring immediately or otherwise terminating.

TNG: ✅❓🤨 POSSIBLE, NOT LIKELY MAIN CREW. Would almost certainly present a dilemma about carrying the life without the host's consent, which main cast wouldn't have to make a hard decision about, in the end. A side character may make the decision and be righteously interrogated on it

DS9: ✅ ✅ PROBABLE. Any alien could mpreg carry a baby, and they'd spend half the reveal episode gossiping about it. Bashir would act smug evolved about it, maybe a little medically fascinated. O'Brien would be racist; "it's unnatural." Julian almost was cornered into mpregging. It was inches away from a real plotline.

VOY: ✅ ✅ 💥 PROBABLE, LIKELY ABORTION. Literally any character could be mpregged, and I'd believe it. Even the women. Janeway-approved survival abortion (📈) or Janeway-approved "we need to find some meaning some how out here" sloganeering (📉)

ENT: __ [I'm so sorry.. you can't make me watch it]

(MOST) NEW TREK: ❌❌❓ NOT FREAKY ENOUGH. TRIES TO CLING TOO MUCH TO NOSTALGIA BAIT, NOT AUTHENTIC WEIRDNESS. Could mayyyyybe be a fun fact one character says as part of a safe one-off quip: "Do you know male [alien race] actually carry their young?" haha everyone claps and they forget about it

LWD: 👑 CANON.

[technicolor-dreamss]

Bones having a miscarriage because of Twitter stuff

[spitefullytunneled]

watching the og star trek and im at the horny episode. it’s all about spock going through pon farr, which is basically like a vulcan rut/heat. yeah im serious. omegaverse was like the last thing i expected from 60s star trek but yk what? sure. hell yeah. i support. #get spock a mate 1960 or whatever ig

[saudrag]

baby on board the enterprise! attention, baby on board the enterprise!

[twinkboimler]

The K/S Spring Fever fics are no longer anonymous, which means I can FINALLY yell about my newest spockpreg fic!

What Wonder Have We Wrought Here by remylebae (TOS, Mature, 19k)

Are you a fan of weird Vulcan anatomy? Hairy Spock? Visiting Vulcans giving Jim the cold shoulder for not being a good enough partner to Spock? Then my fic where Vulcans develop marsupial pouches while pregnant is the fic for you!

alternate title was Respect the Pouch (Respect it) but unfortunately the old capri sun tagline didn't fit the vibe

[highly-illogical]

i wonder if zachary quinto knows how much pregnant fanart of him is out there

[divineturtle]

Planning a McSpirk Movie Night for my Bonespreg Fic- because obviously- how do we think it would go?

Setup: McCoy and Kirk have been doing this for a while, but now that McCoy and Spock share quarters, they're like, it wouldn't hurt to let him in on this, probably. They definitely don't want to leave him OUT! (And while they do have a living room, they watch the movies in McCoy's bed, for comfy)

Do they insist on showing Spock "a classic", like Dirty Dancing, The Princess Bride, The Neverending Story? Would they quote their favorite lines or talk through it? Do they shush Spock every time he tries to say something? DOES Spock try to say anything?

(I think he's the guy that asks what's about to happen even if it's a new to everyone movie and you have to say 'I don't know my guy you've seen the same amount of movie I have now shush')

Alternatively, would they go for a musical; would they have a great time watching Mamma Mia until "Slipping Through My Fingers" comes on and McCoy just has to leave, and Jim's like "yeah he does this every time we watch this." Or maybe they'd pick out Phantom of the Opera, thinking Spock would like that.

Maybe not thinking at all, they'd choose a comedy. Airplane, where the wit is fast as fuck, or a Mel Brooks movie, either way, they'd have to stop the movie because they'd have to keep explaining the jokes.

They could pick a super niche artsy movie they saw on a shore leave once that they're pretty sure they're the only people who've ever seen it but they thought it was great, and to their surprise, Spock's actually seen that one and does appreciate it.

More than anything, I think McCoy falls asleep before the movie is over no matter what. Could be his favorite movie, could be a very exciting movie, doesn't matter, he's snoozing.

Many possibilities

[gaytricorder]

[affixjoy]

Some memes for the delightful, the multitalented, the ultimate champion of mpreg… the one and only @twinkboimler !

Something about this picture always makes me do a double take thinking that Spock is pregnant.

[therealfailwhale]

Shout out to the McSpirk discord for inspiring this one

[Alt: Pregnancy photo shoot of Jim Kirk, visibly pregnant, wearing the green wrap shirt. He is standing in front of a viewport with a nebula in the background. In the corner is a Live Spones Reaction, where Spock and Bones are staring while sporting nosebleeds.]

Solo Kirk under cut:

[bergamont-trek]

what you were and might've been by tomakelifemorebeautiful

ao3 summary:

T'Pol has just turned one hundred and forty four the day the child is born. They have named him Spock.

review: this is literally one of my favorite fics (ever) in the star trek fandom. this fic wonderfully shows the beauty of star trek, grief, acceptance, and love. i absolutely adore t’pol’s voice in this and the style of the writing. i’m required by law to reread this fic four times a year.

cw: elizabeth from terra prime and all of the grief that comes with losing a child.

[boygina-philosopher]

OSHA violating bullshit

Feat. Spock/McCoy/Kirk

Meta: multiple shots, mlm,

Tags: oviposition, vibrator use, eggpreg, cum swallowing, alien deepthroat, sounding, absolutely egregious medical malpractice, if you don't like eggs coming out of the weiner maybe skip this one, facehugger-type alien, multiple orgasms, belly bulge, borderline body horror, parasitic aliens, pleasure dom McCoy, power sub Spock, Easter fic, parasitoidism, aftercare, still calling the hole a cunt lol, voyeurism/exhibitionism, OOC but nobodys reading this so who cares

The cavernous underbelly of the giant planet should have been the first sign that the day wasn't going to be normal. Thank God for that, if there ever was a god, which there can't be. A benevolent god would have reduced these creatures into a blasphemous memory.

Spock, ever the curious man, stepped forth beyond the stalagmites seeping from the ground to look closer into a duct in the rock. The mineral in the walls of the cave shimmered with chatoyancy, reflecting into the eye of Kirk, willing to walk closer to Spock to investigate whatever grabbed his infinitely focused attention.

In a hushed breathy tone, Spock addressed the captain. "In the crevice... There's something alive in there." He said, not taking a single look away from it. The rumble of his deep voice seemed to stir it awake, and it backed away.

The captain whispered,

"that shouldn't be-"

And as in uffish thought he stood, the creature lunges forth, grappling onto Spock's face as he attempted to wrestle it away, backed into the wall by the large thing, far too large for the small crack it leapt from.

Kirk can only act as fast as he can understand what is happening, with no one present to snap him into gear. Still, in only a millisecond it seems he grips the creature, pulling away from Spock to no avail, until he hears a disgusted, throaty sound.

Spock's sharp canines were bared as the creature's thick fleshy tendril slipped between his lips and deep into his mouth. Spock has nothing to emote, but immediate revolt against the tentacle prying his throat open. His eyes vaguely darted to the captain in a sliver of shock before a liquid gushed forth and his eyes were quickly squeezed shut. The bitter foreign liquid piped down the man's throat and down his gullet, never ending as it seemed, flowing forth at a rapid pace from the creature latched onto him.

Involuntary tears pricked Spock's eyelashes as he gagged around the appendage, whimpering trying to keep his esophagus closed. The cloudy liquid spilled from Spock's mouth and dropped down his strained neck, until Kirk tore the alien from his face. The alien's crab-like leg sliced into kirk's chest. The excess of strange liquid made the grip too slippery to keep up, and the alien was flung into a nearby wall, splattering goop all over the glittering rock. Kirk looked down at his first officer, coughing up a storm, brought to his knees and utterly exhausted. That's what this brief moment was. The eye of the hurricane.

Immediately after being beamed up, Spock collapsed and was caught in a hectic battle to carry the dense man to the sick bay. Dr. Leonard McCoy eventually got to him and, joined by Kirk, he hooked Spock up to his faster x ray machine.

"it shouldn't be normal for a Vulcan to pass out from exhaustion from something as simple as wrassling an alien. I don't suppose you still have said alien, Captain?"

"Ah, I'm afraid not, bones. It didn't seem like a priority when it was pumping toxins into our first officer."

"oh, bite me." McCoy retorted, flicking a steel switch, cracking on the image of Spock's organs. All where they should be, which is to say, where they should most definitely not be. No perforations, only the liquid traveling throughout Spock's body.

"maybe it had some sort of sedative properties..." McCoy muttered, feeling around on the bulging stomach. Before shooting Spock his adrenaline. He awoke to the feeling, In an admittedly unsettling manner, flicking his eyes open and staring at the doctor.

"I do not mean to alarm you, but it feels as if the material is growing."

Okay, well, that's probably not a good sign, now is it? And Spock was not wrong, as the liquid took a more gelatinous form inside his system. It clumped together, forming squishy beads.

"why, doctor, that looks like frogspawn."

"eggs..."

The alien was trying to use an unsuspecting Spock as an unconscious incubator, possibly even larva feed when the eggs hatched. parasitoidism, not uncommon within earth wasps, such as the jewel wasp. They needed to purge the body of steadily hardening, thick beady eggs until the moment they would tear through him. Near exactly what was conveyed to Spock.

He couldn't cut into Spock without risk, the eggs hardened to injured tissue, seen on kirk's chest, when the goop clung to the slice on his skin. An idea struck Leonard, but not without predetermined conflict.

"now Spock, we need to try something but you need to bear with me."

Spock's stomach bulged now, stiff and glistening with sweat, flushed. Kirk sat behind him, gently patting his shoulder like a proud father of two dozen parasitic alien eggs. If he had not already been dating his superior officer and doctor, he'd surely be ashamed of this horrifyingly wanton display.

"captain, you are surely needed in H.Q., I suggest that you leave my side and-"

"Spock I'd just about die on that chair knowing what's happening to you and knowing I didn't help."

Leonard had Spock sit up and lean back slightly, spreading his legs and presenting to the doctor.

"doctor, might I ask what you're doing?"

"you need to flush them out of your system. I'd understand if you don't want Kirk to be here for this part." McCoy announced, presenting Spock with a steel rod, a small bullet shaped... Machine, and lubricant. Spock's face flushed a stoic green and pursed his lips.

"i would not want to exclude the captain from such a groundbreaking discovery." Spock said, with utmost control.

Spock attempts to keep his legs open as McCoy presses the vibrator to his hardening cock, twitching and emanating heat with every stroke. Of course Kirk wanted to stay, Of course he did. Nothing embarrassing could ever stay between Spock and his doc.

"I think that's enough. This might hurt, so tell me if it's too deep." McCoy said, wiping lube across the sounding rod. He leaned downward between Spock's thighs, sighing gently onto Spock's sensitive cock, causing him to squirm. He pushed the rod into the tip, stretching him gently and stinging Spock with pleasure. He whimpered around the new sensation. Kirk furrowed his brow, bringing a hand to his heating face, red, with pupils blown out.

Spock tipped his head back and bit his lip as the rod pushed deeper.

"hold this, keep it up, okay?" McCoy pushed the vibrator towards Kirk, pushing the button to turn it on and gesturing towards Spock's cock. Kirk barely even registered his task before he pushed the toy onto the cock from behind the other man. Spock's demeanor unraveled and he moaned gently into the air.

Man, he really should stop getting into these situations. This is quite possibly the most illegal thing McCoy ever done on board, jerking off his superior officer and hard under the table. That man didn't even know how perverted he was, god, he's so fucking weird. That did not even begin to describe it. He pulled the sounding rod from the hole-

Spock gasped into a moan as an egg popped out from his tip. And another. Three eggs slipped from his cock, and Spock pulled his legs together. The vibrator buzzed around his cock, sliding up and down and sending waves of pleasure across his body.

"d-doctor, I think I'm going-ah!"

Another egg slid from his cock as an orgasm rocked his body, cumming hard onto McCoy's and Kirk's hand. His thighs trembled gently.

"ah...excuse me-I didn't-"

"that was the plan. That's how we purge them out. McCoy, you've done it again." Kirk announced, a crooked smile hiding the raging heat growing in his pants.

Spock looked up at the captain, eyes droopy and glazed over.

"this will hurt. It's best you try to withstand it, cuz it's working." McCoy assured, before plunging the rod back into Spock's cock. The Vulcan arched his back and whined, before he bit onto his hand to muffle the sounds of ecstasy. Kirk Drew his arm from his face and pulled it up.

"c'mon Spock, let me hear it." Kirk whispered into Spock's hot ear. He nibbles on the tip and Spock gasped.

McCoy should have known better. He really did expect Kirk to be into it, and yet he still let him stay. That's not to say it was shameful, it would be a crime not to get horned up at the masterpiece in front of them.

The pressure was unbearable, any single touch was enough to make Spock whelp, as the constant upkeep of sensation was momentarily unpredictable. He could feel them sliding inside him, replacing one another, eager for the opening the doctor made with the rod. They clacked dull against the inside of his cock. It was too much, too... Zing-y. The slow gape was the worst. For such small, quarter sized eggs they sure liked to take their time.

Eggs slipped one after another from Spock's throbbing, wet heat. It stretched him to the brink and brought him back just in time for the intense relief to make him cum again. It was too much, too sensitive. He came six times and reactionary tears unashamedly flowed from his face, slick with sweat and a deep green. He was not crying, but this sure was something. He could barely speak anymore, begging and moaning loud as Kirk pried his legs open for Leonard.

"ah, please- enough... Ah-!"

Spock's hips bucked forward and one last egg came loose from his poor, sobbing body. The x-ray was back to normal, as it seemed. He would almost miss that feeling. His body wracked with electric heat, trembling and spasming against his doctor's hands. He panted and gasped through the last egg, shoulders stroked and patted by his captain ever so gently.

McCoy stood up without thinking, immediately regretting his decision and turning to put away his things. Thank God they were in a private area, if not for the loud moaning, then for the cackle that came from Kirk as he notices the doctor's hard-on.

"I should have known that this was your forté. No one else would have suggested such a thing, especially-"

"ah shut yer yap, you're just about as hard as I am, if not worse, you deviant."

As things settled down, drowning in heartbeats and panting gasps, Spock was eased down onto the bed and massaged by rough hands.

"you did so good, Spock. You must be exhausted. We'll clean you up, get some rest."

Kirk wasn't wrong, he was on the verge of falling unconscious once more, and his head became clouded. Clear enough that Spock heard McCoy say he'd have his duties filled out as he "recovered."

Before he could be whisked into blissful sleep, Spock muttered:

"The egregious display of unprofessional treatment will be taken up with H.R."

"NO, no, this is not standard for me, what we just did was so, incredibly illegal. I wouldn't-"

Spock drifted off to sleep as McCoy raved and Kirk shut him up with a kiss and a hand under the shirt.

[choco-cherry-chunk]

Pregnant spock fluff? Merry belated holidays btw

And to you as well! Let me think…

Because I like him best in the context of the Triumvirate, that’s the route I’m going to follow. ☺️

I’m imagining that Spock tends to be mad awkward when it comes to being pregnant, as he considers the revelation inappropriate, to a degree. After all, it’s the most obvious proof of having had sex, and he’s always so private, even by Vulcan standards.

But any efforts to keep things under wraps are easily blown apart. With one partner constantly present when he’s working the helm and the other serving as his doctor, he’s screwed (more than literally). Every member of the crew knows about the pregnancy before Spock can blink, just by gossip alone.

But he does soften as he sees how excited his human partners are. Jim going on about nursery plans and McCoy exploring names, even ones that carry Vulcan connotations.

And boy, does he get to use a few. I’ve said before that I like the idea of Vulcans typically conceiving multiples, given the matter of Pon Farr and their manner of intimacy. Maybe Spock being an only child is a huge rarity. But he’s got a few cooking, thanks to his men, and he’s feeling a lot of things about it.

He starts to show fast and he worries is concerned that he’s growing out of his uniforms faster than he can replace them. Jim insists that his undershirt is fine in cases when he’s waiting for new attire, but everyone knows that it’s because he loves seeing how snug the item is on him.

And McCoy isn’t helping things. With his constant tinkering of Spock’s meal plan and efforts being made to ensure the solid development of the children, he makes sure that his Vulcan gains enough weight to feel well. And maybe a little extra…

It is very much a thing to watch Spock work as he gets further along, as he has to lean around his belly to work his station, make efforts not to drop anything, and certainly waddles about the bridge. It’s almost fascinating to watch.

[chloris8329]

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