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Requests: what do you think about jiaoqiu having to painfully deliver borisin pups?

“Pathetic.” the heel of a booth begins to press against Jiaoqiu’s rounded belly, pressing just enough to cause the trembling foxian to yelp.

“Weak. How has your kind managed to survive when you aren’t even able to properly pup without assistance?” kneeling down, Hoolay grabs hold of the foxian’s pink locks and jerks his head back.

“I don’t have all day.”

“I need…to rest.” Jiaoqiu swallows thickly, yelping again when Hoolay back-hands him across the cheek.

“You will rest when I permit it.” releasing his hold, Hoolay steps back. Though he would deny it, there was an ironic sense of pride swelling in his chest.

The sight of the proud foxian, sprawled on the floor, covered in birthing fluid with a pup nursing at each teat while their cords connected them to his still pup-filled womb was simply stunning.

Red-faced from the effort, Jiaoqiu bares down, gasping as a third pup pops free with a rush of liquid onto the cold floor. It whines pitifully, snuffling the air as Hoolay places it next to its siblings.

“See what trying will do for you? Lazy, worthless creature,” a smile plays at the corner of Hoolay’s lips, “At least your filthy womb will have a purpose. Now finish birthing this litter so we can start on the next.”

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Request: Dan Heng struggling in labor but he’s egg-bound? 👀 

This isn’t supposed to be happening.

“Try to relax as much as you can.” another cup of warm water is poured down his aching back while Himeko whispers gentle encouragements. The bathroom was small enough, but with five people crammed inside it was downright claustrophobic.

Eyes closed, a low, pained hum slipping from his throat, Dan Heng clings a little tighter onto Caelus, face buried into his neck.

This wasn’t supposed to be happening.

He wasn’t supposed to be able to have children, and he certainly wasn’t supposed to be egg-bound of all things.

“How far are we from the nearest port?” Dan Heng finally pulls away, dark circles under his puffy, tear-stained eyes.

“Pom-Pom says a day and a half, at the least.” March paces nervously right outside the bathroom door, chewing her lip.

“I’m not going to make it another day and a half-” A strangled moan catches in his chest, a soft sob bursting out as his swollen belly contracts around the stubborn egg once more.

“You’re going to be just fine,” Himeko asserts, “We’ll figure this out.”

“It’s been three days!” voice cracking with emotion, Dan Heng finally feels himself breaking down, “It’s not coming out… it's stuck…I’m going to die, my baby is going to die with me-” his body locks up, a long, desperate wail filling the little bathroom.

Himeko and Welt share a look, the older man carefully hooking his arms under Dan Heng’s and hauling him upright. The distressed dragon struggles weakly, barely able to stand on his trembling legs. A trickle of blood trails behind him as he’s taken from the warmth of the tub to the cold sheets of a nearby room.

“Stop-stop…please…” he sobs, pride crushed to dust under his feet. The egg sat heavy in his hips, the rounded bottom barely peeking from his leaking hole.

“I’m sorry…I promise it’ll be over soon.” being laid onto the bed, Caelus crawls beside him, running his fingers through his soaking wet hair and smoothing it from his plaid face.

Himeko gives an order to March before shutting the door, and Welt positions himself next to the shivering dragon. Large hands cup the top of his swollen middle, and without warning, he presses down.

Eyes going wide, legs kicking out, Dan Heng screams.

“I’m sorry, I really am,” Welt clenches his teeth, pressing down once more.

“Stop! Stop! You’re going to break it-!” he screams again, the right ring of muscles starts to burn as the egg is forced lower.

“It’s right there…it’s stuck on your hips…if we could just get it past it will come right out.”

“Just kill me!” the young man sobs.

“Take his legs, hold them back as far as you can.” Himeko takes one side, Caelus on the other. Dan Heng finds he lacks the strength to protest, his hips burning wildly as his legs are pulled apart and back, framing his heaving belly.

“Push with me Dan Heng,” Welt orders, his hands pressing down as Dan Heng’s womb contracts once more. Teeth sinking into his lip, Dan Heng throws his head back, pushing with what little power his exhausted body still held.

All at once, he feels something crack, a pop, and his head is swimming, vision blurring to black.

“Shit.”

“Fuck! Was that-”

“Enough, both of you.” Himeko hisses, letting go of Dan Heng’s leg and pulling him close to her chest.

“It’s over…it’s over now,” she whispers. He sobs weakly, head falling back.

“The egg-”

“Is safe. You did it, you did so well.” she smiles softly, allowing Caelus to bring the round, pearlescent object into Dan Heng’s line of sight.

Lying him down, she quickly hurries to the bedroom door. Tired eyes closing, all he hears is her whispering frantically to March and Pom Pom to reach the next port quickly.

His hips had broken from the force, but the egg was safe and sound.

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Request: Omega Caelus dealing with morning sickness and throwing up when he heavily pregnant with borisin pups and he just hates the feeling of it which makes the Borisin feel bad for him.

As if being confined to a dingy cell wasn’t bad enough, the bucket Caelus had been given wasn’t replaced nearly as much as it should be. His body shivers, cold sweat running down his back. Nausea bubbles back up in his belly, and the squirming borisin pups resting in his womb certainly weren’t helping.

Hiccuping, he rests his head against his arm, trying to will the bile rising in the back of his neck back down. One hand works circles over his heavy stomach, gently massaging the sides, trying to bring some relief.

“F-u-ckk…” groaning, Caelus lurches forward. He’s barely able to get his face into the bucket before another stream of watery bile splatters from his burning throat.

“Again?” the voice above him sounds irritated, but the Omega can’t bring himself to care. A burp followed by another retch causes Mok Tok to step back, nose crinkled in disgust.

“You have to eat.” setting the tray aside, he kneels, grasping Caelus by the back of his hair and forcing his head back. The Omega chokes, bile and spit running down his chin, eyes burning.

“C-ca-ca-can’t…too sick..” Mok Tok releases his hold, but not fast enough, Caelus retches again, chunky bile splattering less than an inch from Mok Tok’s shoes.

“Fuck!” the Alpha stumbles backward, snarling.

“S-sss-sorry-” the Omega slurs, wiping his lips with the back of his soiled sleeve, “Can’t…kee-keep it down…” hiccuping, Caelus sobs, “Feel sick…so sick-”

Looking around, Mok Tok spies a few fellow Borisin peaking into the cell. Concern and sympathy written on their faces, Mok Tok growls at them, low and deep. They scatter right away, leaving the Alpha alone with the sobbing Omega once again.

“What…can I do to make you stop.”

Sobbing harder, Caelus gags, vomit spilling from his bruised lips.

“D-d-don’t know…they…they won’t stop…moving,” he sobs harder, barely able to take a breath in, “Feels so…so…so bad…they just won’t stop!”

Muttering a string of curses under his breath, Mok Tok pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Lay down.”

“C-ca-can’t…might…might get sick-”

“Try, damnit.” roughly, the Alpha shoves the Omega to the floor. Caelus whimpers, but doesn’t make any movement to protest, far too weak. Sprawled out on his back, Mok Tok raises the Omega’s shirt.

The sight of the Omega’s belly causes him to flinch.

The skin was stretched too tight too quickly, bright red and hot to the touch, long angry stretch marks littering the swell. He can see the pups moving, shifting about, and causing Caelus’s tummy to quiver and jump with movement.

Swallowing back his hesitation, Mok Tok cautiously puts his hands to Caelus’s belly. The Omega whimpers, tummy flinching as the Alpha’s cold hands make contact with the hot skin.

“Aeons- fuck-” Mok Tok can’t tell which side of his brain is winning, the rational side that finds the whole situation horrific, or the Alpha side that was howling in arousal at the sight of such a fertile, swollen Omega.

Calloused hands work circles over the taunt skin, and slowly, the pups inside seem to calm.

Satisfied that the worst was over, Mok Tok moves to take his hands away, only for the Omega to grab his wrist.

“Don’t! Don’t stop…please…don’t stop.” tears dripped down the sides of the Omega’s face, lips parted as he panted softly in relief.

Softly, Mok Tok puts his hand back to his belly, fingers tracing the angry red stretch marks, and running over his pronounced navel. Caelus moans, head lolling back, body finally relaxing.

Arousal stirs hot and deep in the Alpha’s gut, his cock twitching in his pants.

“Fuck…fuck…” his head begins to spin, “I’m never letting you leave…you were made for this…so…perfect for breeding.”

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Request: Honkia star rail boys with a baby stuck in their pussy!

Argenti
There certainly was nothing beautiful about this situation. He’d kept a calm, clear head for the last 12 hours, but Argenti just can’t find the last amount of strength needed to push this baby out. Each try leaves the head bulging from his aching pussy, but always slipping right back inside of him when he gasps for air.

Arlan
The medical staff on the space station are second to none. Arlan expects them to help but…with the baby not showing any signs of distress, they don’t have any reason to intervene. One nurse on each side, holding his legs so far back he worries his hips might break, he’s left only able to struggle with pushing his unborn child to crown before it slips right back.

Aventurine
Has he not suffered enough? The IPC medical staff seem more annoyed than anything, sharing irritated glances and reminding him over and over he has to push. Hard. It just isn’t doing anything! He can feel them right there, large head keeping him stretched open, but no amount of pushing makes it budge.

Blade
Is so very close to just cutting them out with his sword. It isn’t like he’ll die from it after all. Stubborn baby, resting right in his swollen cunt and ripping him open, only to refuse to come out all the way when it matters most.

Boothill
There’s a deep panic in his chest, head pounding with effort as his lungs feel full of fire. He has to get them out. He’d known people to die in childbirth back home, and he’d heard the cries of mothers holding their stillborn babies. He’s lost one child already, he can’t handle the idea of not being able to bring his second child safely into the world.

Dan Heng/Lunae
The rest of the Astral Express crew are sleeping peaceful while he struggles alone in his room. His fingers brushed over the damp head of his stubborn child. Squatting low, he prays gravity will do the worst of the work for him, but he’s finding it isn’t helping at all. His baby is stuck, refusing to do more than peek out of his dripping pussy, the very real terror of having the call for help sinking in.

Dr. Ratio
Did every bit of research he could do before his child was born. Versed himself in all the risks, tricks and tactics used to help bring newborns safely into the world. He’s certain he can do so, on his own and better than any medical professional. However, as he’s sprawled on his back, gasping for air, womb still full with child, he can’t figure out what he’s doing wrong. Why won’t they come out? They don’t seem to be stuck, but…no amount of pushing is making any progress.

Gallagher
He told himself it was a bad idea. He was far too old for this shit…but…maybe leaving behind a piece of himself wasn’t the worst idea. Well, that was before he was left bow-legged behind his bar, his baby’s thick head stuck in his cunt, refusing to budge another millimeter no matter how hard he bore down. Luckily, being in a dream meant no ‘real’ danger…but it also meant no real help either.

Gepard
His sisters are right by his side, offering all the help they can. Lynx has plenty of emergency medical training and had attended classes on childbirth in the past, but learning about something and doing it are very different things. Seeing her stoic brother wailing in agony, crying and pleading for her or Serval to do something, broke her heart. Writhing in pain, the sisters watch helplessly as their niece stubbornly stays lodged in Gepard’s burning pussy.

Jiaoqiu
There had been a few instances over his many years as a healer where he’d been called in to assist in delivering a baby. Doing it himself, however, was a much different task. The burn in his cunt was indescribable, he can feel his baby wiggling unhappily in his birth canal, but no amount of pushing was dislodging them.

Jing Yuan
He’d tired, so very tired. The best healers and medics on the Loufu were attending him, sharing worried looks as each push grew more and more weak. The baby was there, he can feel them opening him up with each struggle, but always retreating back inside the safety of his pussy.

Luka
After nearly two hours of pushing, Luka knows he isn’t making any progress on his own. With the baby crowning in his cunt, he struggles through back alleys as he limps his way to Natasha’s clinic.

Luocha
Using the coffin he carries as an anchor, he squats, deep and low. Each push causes his dripping pussy to squelch, the head just barely peeking through, before sliding right back into place inside his womb.

Misha
Sobbing and gagging on spit and bile, Misha feels as if his hips are cracking open, his tight cunt being torn open as his baby stays firmly stuck right at full crown. Each push and squeeze leaves him feeling more and more hopeless.

Sampo
Maybe this was just another joke Aha was playing on him. One hand cupped the head sticking from his pussy, the other pressing down on his rock-hard belly, trying to force them from his womb and into the world.

Sunday
Dignity stripped away, legs held open for the other family heads to see, Sunday sobs. Labor had dragged on for days, and each failed push earned him another disapproving sigh and scoff. The midwives are standing nearby, watching, ordered to not touch unless Sunday’s light was in danger. It isn’t, but he feels like death as his unborn baby refuses to leave the safety of his womb.

Welt
Much like Dan Heng, Welt closes himself inside of his room. He knows it’s time, his baby is right there, teasing him with the relief of being born, but refusing to leave his exhausted form.

Yanqing
This feels like one final test of his strength, and he feels like he’s failing. His baby is just too big, and his hips too narrow. The head is right there, but no matter how far back the midwives pull his legs, or how hard they push on his aching tummy, nothing moves his baby any further.

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There is a new HSR villain in the new event named Mok Tok and he is fine wine.

So: Caelus has been captured by Mok Tok and the borisin to be used as a breeding ground for pups. By the time Dan Heng finds him, he’s birthing out his fifth litter.

“Hurry up.” heavy boots paced back and forth in the little cell. Stripped bare and laid out on the cold, damp floor, Caelus’s legs tremble with the effort of pushing. Two newborn pups nursed at his swollen breasts, his belly still round and quivering, heavy with the rest of the unborn litter.

“I-I’m trying-” he swallows thickly, fingers digging into the grimy floor. Another hard push and all he’s rewarded with is a gush of fluid. The third pup is lodged tightly in his bulging hole, with no progress being made.

“I won’t ask again, push that pup out. Now.” the heel of Mok Tok’s boot presses down onto Caelus’s heavy gut, a scream tearing from the Trailblazer’s throat.

“STOP stop! You’ll hurt them!” he sobs, frantically clawing at Mok Tok’s ankle, trying to force his leg away.

“I wouldn’t have to do this if you’d hurry up!” he presses down harder, the third pup finally popping free from Caelus.

“Honestly, after four litters you’d think you’d loosen up a bit.” wiping the squawling pup down, he places the Borisin offspring atop Caelus’s swollen belly. Trembling hands pull the little wolf pup closer, allowing it to snuffle at his breast and push its sibling away.

“That’s it…drink up.” Caelus coos, eyes heavy with sleep.

“You aren’t done yet.” Mok Tok kicks the young man’s thighs apart before kneeling down.

“Please…I just need to rest a bit…the next one isn’t ready yet,” he whines, belly tensing up as another contraction rolls over him.

“You don’t listen, do you? I don’t have time for this shit, you already kept these little bastards inside two weeks longer than needed. Do you want to let them keep growing? You won’t be able to squeeze them out of that tight little hole if they get much bigger.” a large, rough hand squeezes Caelus’s belly, gripping tightly and feeling around.

“Three more. You got three more to go and I have a meeting in twenty minutes,” a flicker of rage passes over Mok Tok’s face, “Remember, this is your fault.”

Before the exhausted Caelus could question what his captor meant, Mok Tok’s hand was shoved into his aching hole.

“STOP!” he struggles to wiggle away, but he’s far too weak, and Mok Tok is far too strong. Keeping him in place, he forces his hands deeper up his birth canal, fingers curling around the hind legs of the next pup.

Vision going white, Caelus doesn’t even hear the sound of his own screams. Mok Tok was nearly elbow-deep inside of him, pulling and tugging the pup deep inside of his womb.

“Fuck…it’s so big.” grunting, Mok Tok gives one final pull, yanking the pup free while Caelus’s belly spasms with the remaining two pups.

His fingers begin to slip inside of his hole once more, a broken sob escaping Caelus’s lips.

All at once, the door to the cell swings open, the light from the outside nearly blinding the men.

“Caelus! Caelus, I’m here-” the words caught in Dan Heng’s throat, eyes widening in horror.

Mok Tok barely paid him any mind, too busy fishing the fifth pup from the Trailblazer’s womb.

“Your friend is a bit…busy at the moment,” he responds cooly, forcing the fifth pup free. Caelus howls in agony, Borisin pups crawling over his chest and belly, eagerly looking for milk.

“I’m afraid you’re late,” Mok Tok stands, wiping blood and fluid into his shirt and pants, a smile on his lips, “Caelus is just about done birthing his fifth litter. He’s a proper breeding bitch now.”

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Request: Can I request Argenti x Dr. Ratio fluff w pregnant Ratio? Maybe Argenti spoiling and pampering Ratio after an exhausting day dealing with work

Ratio is never one to slack off on work. Argenti is just as hard-working in his own way, but the knight does understand the importance of rest. Without taking time to unwind, you’re likely going to make simple mistakes.

Their favorite way of unwinding after a long day is showering/bathing together. So when Ratio falls pregnant, Argenti goes out of his way to make sure he’s stocked up on anything Ratio could ever want for a nice, long, soak in their tub.

Ratio often returns to favor by washing Argenti’s hair. That alone can take an hour because the knight had at least a 10-step hair care routine that Ratio personally helped curate.

Another love langue of Argenti’s is food. So when Ratio’s cravings start to kick in, he’s more than happy to make a late-night run to some godforsaken part of the galaxy to find whatever Ratio desires.

As his pregnancy progresses, Ratio grows more and more impatient with work and comes home in terrible moods more times than not. Argenti is a master at helping him to calm down, body massages, Ratio’s favorite music, and a hot meal waiting on the table.

Ratio always scoffs, telling Argenti he does too much, he doesn’t need to be pampered and coddled like this. Argenti knows he loves it, and just laughs it off.

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Request: Can I get some hc abt what Sunday’s pregnancy and birth would look like?

The start of his pregnancy is rough. The concept of ‘taking a break’ doesn’t exist for him, so he’s pushing his body far too much. Violent morning sickness lasts all day, but it does little to keep him from meetings and other Family duties.

Robin has to beg Sunday to take a few days off. Despite being pregnant, he’s actively losing weight. Nothing he eats or drinks stays down, and Sunday doesn’t realize the gravity of what he’s been doing to his body until he finally collapses during a very important meeting with the Family heads.

He wakes up surrounded by nurses and a sobbing Robin. She’s plucked a few feathers from the wings atop her head in distress, makeup running down her cheeks. Sunday feels horrible for causing her such distress and finally promises to take his health more seriously.

The second trimester gets easier. With the right combination of medications, Sunday finds himself suffering much less with nausea and finally starts eating properly. Robin takes over a lot of his duties, and when she isn’t rushing between concerts and meetings, she’s dropping off bags of his favorite fast food and desserts.

At first, he refuses most of it, because the doctors have given him a diet to follow and a triple hamburger with extra cheese is NOT on that list…but Sunday at the start of his second trimester is not the same Sunday as the one at the end of it. He’s calling Sunday at 3 in the morning begging his sister to find somewhere that will make pizza using mayo as the sauce…

As he enters the last trimester, Sunday starts to feel rattled by the changes to his body. His face is a bit fuller and healthier. His hips have a bit more width, and the curve of his belly is impossible to hide. At first, he worries, about what will the media and everyone say. Is he getting fat? Letting himself go?

He’s shocked to find, most (but not) are pleased to see the stern head of the Oak family looking…happy. Pictures of him casually laughing and having lunch with Robin are plastered on tabloid covers, while theories about who the father of his child is run wild.

Sunday wanted to have a home birth. He wanted to be in the comfort of his home, in his bed, with only a very small, select group of medical professionals by his side. This isn’t what he gets, however.

His stubborn baby refuses to turn into the right position, feet first, and promises to be a nightmare to deliver. The doctors give him the option of trying to give birth naturally, but only if he stays in the hospital. There isn’t much choice, because while Sunday wants a homebirth, he wants his child to be safe more.

Labor starts slow, and builds even slower. It’s nearly two full days of on-and-off contractions before they finally start coming frequently enough for him to head to the hospital. Once there he’s quickly put into a dressing gown and hooked up to every monitor they have. He’s annoyed, in pain, and worst of all scared.

He doesn’t call Robin. He knows she’d drop everything to be by his side, but Sunday can’t handle the thought of her seeing him like this. The nurses came and went, checking his progress and reminding him over and over how slow everything was going.

It’s well into the third day of labor when the doctor finally tells Sunday it’s been too long. His baby isn’t coming naturally, and their heart rate is starting to drop. Dreap seeps in, because the last thing Sunday wants is to be cut open, at the mercy of everyone around him, unable to do a goddamn thing about it.

Finally, he sends a single text to Robin right before they wheel him into surgery.

“About to have a c-secion, won’t answer for awhile.”

Laying on the cold table, unable to feel anything below his chest, the anxiety is gripping his heart like a vice. There isn’t any pain, but the pressure of having a knife cut through his flesh, and just knowing a pair of hands is rummaging around inside his organs makes Sunday want to scream.

It feels like an eternity before the nurses give a cheer, and the piercing cry of a newborn fills the room. Sunday will deny it till his grave, but the sob he lets out is so deep and filled with relief even a few of the nurses get misty-eyed.

Robin is waiting in the recovery room when Sunday gets wheeled in, newborn snuggled in his arms. Her wings flap rapidly, eyes wide as the harsh words born from fear die on her lips.

“Meet your nephew.” Sunday offers the bundle to his sister, offering an apologetic smile as she gently takes the baby boy into her arms.

“Sunday…oh, he’s precious…” she coos, gently running her fingers over the tiny but fluffy down wings atop his head.

“I’m sorry…for worrying you.”

She smiles, wiping a tear from her eyes. A small mess of brown hair atop the newborn's head tells her everything she needs to know, as she hands the baby back to Sunday.

“I’ll keep the press at bay as long as I can. Shall I inform the Family, or would you rather wait?”

He knows it’s best to rip the bandage off, to get the worst of it over with, but Sunday can’t bring himself to face them just yet.

“Tomorrow. Right now I just…want it to be us.”

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Request: Caelus secretly giving birth to Nanook’s child.

Each step took all the effort in his aching body, shoes clicking against the cold, sterile floor. So, that Curio might have had some unintended side effects, and maybe, just maybe, asking an Aeon to rail him into next week, wasn’t the best idea.

Nanook has always looked upon Caelus favorably, or at least, within the Simulation that they always seemed to meet in. Floor one, saying hello, floor two getting fucked, floor three throwing up…and as each level progressed, so did the growing sense of unease.

Of course, Herta had mentioned there was no real way of telling what all could happen within the simulation. That was the whole point after all, to explore the impossibilities of the universe within a reasonably safe space.

A wave of pain rips through Caelus, a gasp squeezing from his lungs as he glances around. There was a desk, small, out of place, and seemingly innocuous. Dragging himself over, instinct kicks in, and Caelus crawls under it, trying to hide from the eyes he can’t be sure are watching him.

“Oh…fuck.” lifting his shirt, he runs his hands over the heavy swell of his middle, marveling at just how taunt the skin has grown. Of course, there would be a fertility Curio. Of course, he’d just so happen to stumble upon it at the same time he finds the courage to finally beg Nanook to fill him with enough cum to make his belly ache with fullness-

“Shit!” his pants come off with a struggle, panic flooding him. It wasn’t a real baby, at least, he thinks it isn’t. Really, he wasn’t sure at all what was inside of him, Caelus just knew it was large, and coming, fast.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he braces himself against the sides of the desk, legs awkwardly pulled apart, and pushes. A rush of fluid spills out of him, golden and glowing, looking far too unearthly to be anything but the product of an Aeon.

His belly grows tight once more, curious hands roaming over the swell as something heavy begins to nudge at his hole.

“It’s ok…it’s ok…” Caelus lets his head fall back, legs trembling as he bore down once more, gasping when something inside of him shifts. Fingers ghost over his hole, brushing against something hard. Another push, and the thing inside of him pops free all at once.

“Aeons, fuck-” it certainly looks like an infant, red-faced and angry, wailing loud enough to cause his ears to ring. Caelus lifts them to his chest, resting them on his still-bloated belly.

“You…are you…real?” he marvels at them, molten gold lines swirling around their arms and legs, gray tufts of hair covering their head. They wail louder, and before Caelus can process any further thought, everything goes blank.

“Caelus? Are you feeling alright?” suddenly, he’s standing, clean and dressed. Herta is before him, unamused.

“Caelus, what happened? I lost track of you for nearly thirty seconds. You entered, vanished, and then exited.”

“T-thirty seconds? That’s all?” he rasps, hands pressing against his flat belly.

“Yes. Did it seem longer? What did you witness, your vitals spiked for two seconds before returning to normal. Nothing to be worried about, but strange.” his chest aches, the phantom feeling of his newborn child still heavy in his arms.

“Nothing…It was just…nothing.”

Herta frowns.

“Must have been an error, I’ll look into it.”

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Request: Caelus giving birth in Penacony Dreamscape but he can’t come out of the dream pool for error reasons and Sunday is there helping him while Robin is with tech support.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, it wasn’t supposed to even be possible. The Dreamscape had failsafe procedures in place in order to prevent this exact thing from happening, and yet, Sunday is questioning everything.

“Robin is speaking with-” The scream that tears from Caelus causes Sunday’s wings to flutter, nervousness overtaking his sensibility.

“The pain you’re feeling isn’t real-”

“What the fuck did you just say?” dealing with the Family was less taxing than this situation, and Sunday can’t even begin to trace back the steps that lead him here.

Something vibrates in his pocket, and Sunday pulls his phone out, hitting the answer button and placing it nearby on speaker.

“They’re doing their best to fix the error, but it’s still going to be a few hours-” a panic-stricken Robin pops up on the screen, looking flustered and pale.

“Hours!?” Caelus cries out, hands cupping his heaving belly.

“I’m so sorry…We have medics monitoring your condition within the Dream Pool. You and the baby are doing fine, all vitals are within the normal range. There is just…one issue.”

Swallowing thickly, Sunday smooths out his jacket, trying not to look Caelus in the eyes.

“Issue? What issue.”

“There seems to be…well, we don’t really know how it’s happening, but…”

“Robin, speak clearly, we haven’t the time for rambling.” the singer takes in a deep breath, steadying herself.

“Because his consciousness is still within the Dreamscape, the baby…won’t come out. It’s simply stalled its progress as if it’s waiting for Caelus to wake up. We think it’s because if he were to give "birth” in the DreamScape, there wouldn’t be a “real” baby, so his body doesn’t know what to do-“

Another scream and Sunday feels bile creeping up the back of his throat.

"At the very least get one of his companions to come here and…deal with this.”

“They aren’t in the DreamScape at the moment, and we aren’t allowing anyone to enter until the issue is resolved. You need to stay with him Sunday.”

“Me?! Robin, honestly, send someone here who has some medical knowledge, a medic, a healer, I don’t care who, just someone!”

“Sunday, as the Oak Family head, you need to be the one to handle this. If something happens to Caelus while in the DreamScape…you know how terrible that would reflect on the Family.”

Silence paces between them for a moment before Sunday snatches his phone up.

“Call me the second this issue is resolved.” hanging up, he removes his gloves and jacket, folding them neatly to the side before kneeling in front of the Trailblazer.

“What can I do for you?” pregnancy, birth, infants…none of it was within his realm of knowledge, and he desperately didn’t want to learn now.

“Just…stay,” Caelus pants, lip quivering as he rubs circles over his contracting belly, “I don’t…want to be alone.”

“Very well,” Sunday sits, steadying his nerves, “I shall stay.”

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Request: So... Boothill has been rotating in my horny brain nonstop lately, and I wanna see this man be made into just a stupefied and horny, pregnant mess so damn badly that it is nuts.

So uh, could I request a pregnant Boothill just getting fucked out of his mind and cooed over by his partner, Robin (I ship these two so damn hard), please?

“Look at you~ You’re doing so good for me.” her voice is light, gentle as a breeze, and soft as the morning sun. Careful hands run down the length of his body, tracing the curve of his neck, the metal plating of his chest, and finally over the heavy swell of his middle.

“You’re so beautiful, so, so pretty.” she teases his twitching hole with the head of her strap, nudging it and rubbing over it, but not pushing it in.

“Please, please birdy, please, gimme it-” he rambles, fingers grasping at nothing as she continues to tease him. Every time the tip starts to ease into his hole, she moves away, leaving him a stuttering mess.

“Let me admire you, just a bit longer.” Robin smiles, soft and warm, delicate hands smoothing circles around his heaving belly. Their little one kicks and rolls under his hands, and she giggles softly.

“Please- Birdy, please, I need ya in me-” pressing a kiss to his lips and dragging her teeth over his lip, Robin whispers into his ear.

“I’ll take good care of you~” The thick strap finally pushes past the rim of muscles, sinking so deep into his aching body he swears he feels it press against his cervix.

“O-oh, fuck- yes, yes-” she laughs, giving a single, careful thrust.

“Darling, I haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already so worked up.” a single fingertip grazes over the weeping head of his cock, and he all but sobs when she licks a stripe down the length.

“C-can’t help it- hormones, damn hormones-” a far rougher, more angeled thrust shuts him up instantly. His child-filled belly bouncing with each piston of her hips.

“Fuck!” Boothill keens, gasping for air. Her pace is relentless, pounding deep and hard, the girth of her cock stretching him open with a delicious burn.

“Oh-Oh-oh!” his cock twitches, cum spilling all over the underside of his belly and dripping down along his thighs, while Robin continues her pace.

“Aw, baby,” she chides gently, “You came so fast. I’m not done with you yet though…do you want me to stop?”

“No!” he babbles, holding his belly, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please, more-” another gentle kiss to his lips, and Robin traces her wings along his jaw.

“I’ll give you everything you want, just say the word.”

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Request: You know how you did a review for every genshin guys on how loud they'd be giving birth? Can you do one for hsr guys too?

The Hunt

Boothill
8/10
Yaps through the whole thing, swearing up a storm. He’s a nervous talker, and he’s chattering through the whole thing, even if there’s no one around to listen, he’s ranting at nothing. Pain isn’t new to him, but having something ripping through your (metal????) insides is a bitch no matter who you are. Not a lot of screaming, just yelling and swearing.

Dr. Ratio
3/10
Slow, deep, even breaths. He knows it’s pointless to waste time on screaming, it isn’t going to help. Gets only slightly louder when it comes time to push, and that’s just because he’s panting in short, shallow bursts. The typical, ah, ah, ah, ah panting.

Yanqing
7/10
Getting stabbed is so much easier than this. He’s shouting, begging for someone to help him because this is too much. It feels like he’s being ripped in half, and everyone is going to know.

Dan Heng
5/10
Starts off very quiet. A few quiet groans here and there, but mostly keeps to himself. Switches up pretty fast near the end, when he starts to crown, it’s all downhill from there, and it’s yelling and swearing up a storm. Catches everyone off guard to hear him acting so out of character.

Preservation

Aventurine
9/10
Very loud, lots of whimpering and moaning at the start. Thinks he can handle it, but swiftly turns into a screaming, sobbing, gagging mess. He’s been in so much pain, so many times, and it all just seems to come rushing back- A lot of trauma around the agony he feels, which just causes him to scream more.

Gepard
6/10
Lots of low, drawn-out moaning. It’s deep and guttural, keeping him anchored to the moment. Not much screaming, but a few shouts and groans as he’s actively pushing.

Welt
5/10
Very stereotypical Hollywood movie Lamaze breathing sounds. Very controlled sounds? At no point does he fully lose his cool, but does start shouting a bit near the end.

Luka
7/10
Another goddamn yapper. He’s rambling away through the whole thing, only stopping to breathe or moan, and ends up screaming his way through the actual birth with very little downtime to actually breathe.

Sampo
6/10
Laughs through a lot of it because he isn’t really sure what else to do. It hurts, it hurts bad and all he can do is laugh about how ridiculous the whole situation is. Aha really must enough watching him suffer.

Erudition

Argenti
6/10
Keeps decently calm. A lot of quiet moans, some deep panting, and slowly grows louder as it comes to it’s peak. Babbles a lot of nothing, because it keeps his mind off the pain, but slips back into panting and moaning as the head starts to peak out.

Jing Yuan
4/10
The picture of control. He handles the pain well, stopping to moan time to time, rocking his hips back and forth. Starts to shout a bit near the end, but never gets to the point of screaming.

Destruction

Blade
1/10
I’m not sure he even feels it?? Probably just cuts it out of himself because he can’t die anyway-

Arlan
8/10
The whole space station is well aware Arlan is giving birth. He’s gagging and choking on his own spit and tears, screaming for some sort of pain relief because Aeons why does it hurt this bad??

Misha
9/10
Turns out that giving birth in the dreamscape is in fact just as painful as giving birth IRL. Throws up a lot, has tons of hip pain, and screams bloody murder through the entire process. His body feels like it’s being torn in two.

Abundance

Loucha
??/10
I’ll update this when the game actually TELLS ME SOMETHING ABOUT HIM

Gallagher
5/10
Moaning and groaning like an old man. A few screams near the end, but it’s mostly heavy breathing and panting.

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Aventurine x ratio, when his belly starting to show/swell?

“I hope you’re nearly finished, the gala starts in twenty minutes and we can not afford to be late.” rapping his knuckles against the bathroom door, Ratio listens for a response.

Aventurine was well known for taking his sweet time getting ready, preening in the mirror till he was fully satisfied. Another cover for the face of insecurity he so desperately tried to hide.

“Aventurine?” Ratio raises his voice, frowning when he still doesn’t receive a response. He knocks again, harder.

“Darling? Is everything alright…?” the door flies open before his knuckles land their last strike against the wood. The blonde stood there with only a towel wrapped around his waist, hair still dripping wet, tears brimming in his beautiful eyes.

Ratio feels sick with worry, a thousand thoughts running through his head at once. He cups Aventurine’s face, rubbing his thumb over his cheeks.

“What happened? Are you hurting, do you need a medic-” his words are silenced as a kiss is pressed to his lips, and Aventurine laughs through his tears.

“I’m fine, I just, I noticed something.” Ratio was still puzzled, but hearing his lover say nothing was medically wrong brought some degree of comfort. He looks the blonde up and down, not seeing any new cuts or bruises, no scars out of place.

“Oh.” it finally clicks, and for a moment, the doctor falls silent. Aventurine’s usually flat belly was starting to curve. It was slight, and if he wasn’t so intimately aware of his body, might have just written it off as a heavy meal or bloating.

But no, that tiny swell just below his navel was certainly more than that. He brings a hand up, running it gently over the bump and marveling at how firm it felt under his touch. It isn’t much, and once Aventurine dresses for the evening, no one else will have a clue about their child growing inside of him.

Ratio is filled with pride, nuzzling into his lover’s neck and mumbling a string of praises into his ear. Giggling, Aventurine wraps his arms around Ratio’s neck and holds him tightly.

“You still gonna find me attractive in a few months when I’m all fat and gross?”

Ratio scoffs,

“If only you had the slightest idea how excited I am to see you full and round with my child. How could I ever find such a thing repulsive?” he presses a kiss to the side of Aventurine’s neck, “You’re beautiful, and you’ll be even more stunning as our child grows inside of you.”

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I don't know if you do Playable Character x NPC but could you write something about Argenti x Velite with Argenti doting on a pregnant Velite and Velite complaining but secretly enjoying it.

Velite’s pregnancy came as a shock to no one but him. In his mind, Argenti is just…a casual lover, nothing serious! He wouldn’t get caught up with someone like that, he’s too weird! Even if Argenti wasn’t such a weirdo he’d never want someone as ordinary as Velite…

Except in Argenti’s mind, he and Velite have been dating for months and he’s already hearing wedding bells. They might be separated a lot because of their different paths in life, but Velite always finds himself crossing paths with the knight.

Velite doesn’t take the news well. It was just a routine physical exam that the IPC required, nothing was supposed to come up! He’d been feeling just fine, why would the doctor have even run a pregnancy test at all?? These exams were just to make sure he didn’t pick up any weird space viruses along the way!!

Doesn’t tell Argenti and fully plans on getting an abortion. It would…be better that way. If Argenti knew, he wouldn’t want Velite around anymore and, well, Velite didn’t want that either. A baby would get in the way of his work, and he didn’t have any family or friends to help so…maybe another time in the future.

Except the night before he’s supposed to go in, Argenti shows up, all smiles and holding a massive bouquet of roses.

“My love, how I’ve missed you!”

Velite nearly throws up on Argenti’s shoes.

It doesn’t take long for him to blurt out he’s pregnant, and he’s getting an abortion and Argenti doesn’t need to worry about it, it’s going to be taken care of, just don’t be mad about it-

Argenti looks positively gutted.

“What? What are you looking at me like that for?? I told you already, I’ll get rid of it!”

“Is that…what you really want to do?” it catches the IPC worker off guard and he falters.

“It’s what you want me to do, right?”

Velite didn’t expect the hurt expression that Argenti gets, how just how safe and warm he feels when the knight pulls him into his arms and holds him close.

“Of course not!” he chides gently, “I’d be honored to raise a child with you! What more beautiful thing could there be in the world?” he does stop, holding Velite at arm’s length, “However…I will respect whatever decision you make. It is not my right to control your choices, but please know I would be happy to raise a child with you…should you want that?”

Now Velite is totally thrown off his balance because WTF was that about?? Argenti was supposed to be mad about this, not sweet, kind, caring, understanding, and, excited?? Fuck.

Velite is a sobbing mess because damn pregnancy hormones, and it takes a long night of talking things over and hashing out feelings that the IPC worker, quite frankly, didn’t want to talk about at all.

He calls and cancels the appointment the next morning, and Argenti is thrilled, and truthfully, despite denying it, Velite is happy too.

Argenti is an attentive lover on a normal day, but now that his beloved is pregnant? Oh, he is nearly insufferable with how sweet and thoughtful he is.

The smell of his shampoo causing Velite to feel nausea? Throw it all out, he’ll get something unscented. Velite has cravings at 2 in the morning and isn’t going to sleep until he gets it? Where in the galaxy does Argenti need to go, his ship is fueled up and ready. Morning sickness? He’s got a cold washcloth, a bottle of water, and his toothbrush set up. Aching feet? Foot rubs for hours, even is his thumbs start to cramp.

“Knock it off, you don’t have to baby me so much,” Velite argues, whining as Argenti helps him undress for the night and change into something more comfortable.

“Nonsense. It is my duty to make you as happy as possible.” Argenti nuzzles into Velite’s neck, trailing kisses down his shoulders.

“You aren’t obligated to do anything, I told you from the start, I don’t want you feeling forced.”

“Do I seem as if I’m being forced?” Argenti asked, genuinely. Velite groaned and shook his head.

“No. That makes it even worse!” plopping down in bed, the IPC worker lets his head fall back against the pillows and runs a hand over the swell of his belly.

“I don’t understand, why is that ‘worse’?” Argenti sits beside him, looking like a puppy that had just been dropped and kicked across a field. Christ, Velite wasn’t equipped to handle this.

“Because…I don’t deserve having you…do all this for me. What am I gonna do when you’re gone?”

“I will have my phone with me at all times, just say the word and I will be right back here as quickly as I can be-”

“No. I mean, what am I going to do when you leave.” it takes a second for Argenti to fully grasp what Velite is saying, and when he does, much to Velite’s shock, he laughs.

“My love, I’m never going to leave you. I love you. Why would I ever leave someone I love?” Velite really didn’t understand Argenti, how could someone think so simplistically about such complex things??

“Because you get tired of me? You fall out of love? Find someone better?” the list is cut off when Argenti leans in and presses a kiss to Velite’s lips.

“I am not the sort of man to promise my heart to someone carelessly. When I say that I love you, I mean that. I mean that I love everything about you, that I can not bear the thought of living in this world without you. You are the light in my sky, the colors in my vision, the reason my heart bea-”

“Ok, ok, ok, I get it!” Velite presses a hand over Argenti’s mouth to silence him, cheeks burning hot, “Stop saying such embarrassing things! Look, you’ve gone and gotten the baby all riled up now!” the IPC worker whines. Eyes sparkling with delight, Argenti presses his cheek against his lover’s belly, nuzzling it gently.

“Ah, our little one agrees with me! Yes, let your mother know how much we love him and how wonderful, smart, and caring he is. How we’re going to shower him with love for as long as w-”

A pillow is brought down over Argenti’s head with a soft pwff. Velite’s whole face was bright red, the color creeping up to his ears and down his neck, in a way Argenti found truly breathtaking.

“I said stop it!”

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Request: Gallagher/Boothill, with Boothill in denial he's in labor while Gallagher is trying his best to make Boothill comfortable for the upcoming birth

In all truth, Boothill wasn’t completely aware of what his body could and couldn’t do these days. The scientist that turned him into…whatever this was, didn’t exactly leave him with an instruction manual. He learned the hard way he still needed to eat and drink, it went out the way it did before, but he couldn’t taste anything that passed his lips.

He could feel it when someone touched his arm, but it was dull and muted, pain only registered when something either got ripped off or shot through, so when he woke and himself nearly doubled over in agony, concern rattled through him. However, the pain fades as quickly as it came, so Boothill does what he did best, ignores it.

As the day goes on, the pain comes and goes in waves, distracting him from work and making him miss his targets. Whatever connection was lost, or the broken sensor that was acting up, wasn’t going away but getting worse.

Tomorrow, he’d find a mechanic and get it fixed tomorrow. Tonight, he wanted a drink and a strong one at that.

The bar is tucked away, but whispers on the street talked about how good it was. He didn’t need anything fancy, just whiskey and some peace and quiet.

“What can I get for ya?” the man behind the bar is older, rough around the edges with tired eyes. Boothill sits atop the barstool with some effort, biting back a groan as the pain shoots through his gut and down his leg.

“Whiskey. Straight.” the bartender doesn’t make any further comment, and pours the glass. Boothill knocks it back in one go, slamming the glass on the counter and demanding a second.

“It’s awful late, we’re gonna be closing up here soon.” the man comments, pouring the cyborg a refill.

“I’ll get outta yer hair before then, just need something to hold me over.” he knocks back the second glass, signaling for a third.

“Rough night?”

“The worst.” the third glass goes down as fast as the first two, but this time he doesn’t motion for a fourth. The buzz was hitting him, quicker than usual, but that was most likely because he hadn’t drunk in months, the smell of it making him nauseous for who knows what reasons.

“You need a place to crash?”

“Got one. You know any mechanics around these parts?” the pain starts again, and this time, he can’t hold back the hiss.

“A few,” the old man stops, looks Boothill up and down, brow furrowing, “You need a mechanic or a doctor?”

Boothill opens his mouth to snap back something snarky, but the pain rips the breath from his artificial lungs and sends him toppling off the barstool.

“Fuck!” as if it wasn’t bad enough something inside him was so broken it was making him feel like death, fluid was dripping down between his thighs. Wonderful, he was leaking now too.

“Come here.” the bartender grabs Boothill by his arm and drags him off. Somewhere in the back, an employee lounge by the looks of it, and forces the cowboy to sit.

“’m fine old man, don’t worry ‘bout me.” he goes to stand back up, but the pain knocks him right back down.

“I ain’t worried about you,” the old man hisses, “I’m worried about your baby.”

The laugh that jumps from Boothill’s throat startled the old man into jumping.

“You blind old man? I ain’t exactly made of flesh and bone, ain’t no part of me was made for having babies 'n shit like that.” it would have been hilarious if the pain cramping up inside his gut wasn’t making his heart rate skyrocket and his warning sensors go off in the corners of his vision.

“I’ve seen this shit before, besides, what do you call that?” the old man motions to the soft swell in Boothill’s belly. It hadn’t been there when he’d awoken, but as his body broke down and grew damaged, it wasn’t exactly shocking that parts of him would dent and warp over time.

“Seriously old man, knock it off. ’M body can’t have no baby. I ain’t got the parts for it-” The pain all but sends him to his knees, a blinding flash of white behind his eyes.

“You sure about that?”

No, he wasn’t sure at all. He didn’t know what those scientists did or didn’t leave inside of him when he’d been 'reborn.’

“Pretty sure.”

“How long have you been in pain?”

“Since this morning.” the bartender curses under his breath.

“Lay down. I’ll get you some water.” Boothill wants to protest, but the pain won’t let him, so he lies down. One hand slid down over his belly, the hard metal had very little give to it, but it certainly was far more swollen than he remembered it being weeks ago.

Setting a glass of water nearby, the old bartender crosses his arms.

“What’s your name.”

“Boothill. You?” sucking in a breath, the cyborg presses his face into the pillow under him.

“Gallagher. I don’t know any doctors that can tend to someone like you-” he’s cut off when Boothill lets out a startled shriek.

“FUCK!” pulling his legs back, Boothill ran a trembling hand through his locks.

“Goddamn it.” Gallagher rubbed his face, “I don’t know anything about delivering babies.”

“I’m not fuckin pregnant ya lunati-” the words cut off, the artificial heart in his chest pumping over time, fans whirling to keep him from overheating. Something hard was pushing at his 'backdoor’ and finally, it clicked.

“Holy shit I’m having a baby-”

Gallagher rolls his eyes, “Yeah, good on you for figuring it out.” without another word he takes up the position at the end of the sofa, all but prying Boothill’s metal legs apart.

“Goddamn- yeah, something’s coming out all right.”

Boothill shouts, throwing his head back against the pillow and pushing. He wasn’t sure what he was pushing, his muscles didn’t contract like a human’s did, but this pathetic replacement for an organic frame was telling him to do something and he had to listen.

“…your blood.”

“Fuck!” Boothill gasps, “It’s blue!”

Gallagher moves his legs further part, face contorted in disgust as something slides out of the cyborg. He quickly places it onto Boothill’s chest, backing up as if unsure he should even be looking.

“Holy fuck-” fans whirling in his ears, the edges of his vision flickering black as he stared down in shock at the infant on his chest. Overed in blue blood and various other inorganic fluids, the newborn bawls, squirming angrily.

“I shouldn’t have- I can’t-”

“Hey, take it easy.” Gallagher pats his arm gently, “You can rest here till you figure things out.”

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Request: Dr Ratio/Aventurine/Sunday with pregnant Aventurine, with all three trying to do right by each other and their baby after everything that went down in the Penacony storyline (I don't know how it'll end but let's just pretend everything works out)

Seventeen system hours.

That day felt so long ago now, but it still sits heavy on everyone’s mind. Ratio, ever the rational one, wanted to talk about it, get everything out in the open, and to fix things because the good doctor didn’t leave problems unsolved.

Sunday didn’t take the same approach, because ackowling the issue meant acknowledging how he’d hurt and almost killed their lover. How close he had been to taking away the brightest light in their lives and he couldn’t do it. Instead, he spends their time together lavishing his partners with gifts and spoils but still keeping a safe emotional distance.

While Aventurine waves it off, saying it is fine, he doesn’t care, all that matters is that things worked out at the end, even if he still woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat and violently trembling from the nightmare of having the Harmony dug deep into his aching brain.

Seventeen system hours.

It was hard to believe it had happened at all, or that they still hadn’t managed how to talk about it without one or all of them ending up so heated they needed to walk away.

“Veritas, you’re crushing me.” Aventunine grumbles under his breath, feeling the scholar’s tight arms wrapped around him while they prepare for a dinner party that evening. The doctor mumbles something he can’t make out before loosening his grip.

“You always hold me like I’m about to disappear,” he says it as a joke, but the way Ratio goes still behind him makes Aventurine’s heartache deep.

“I didn’t mean-”

“Quiet.” a trail of kisses is left down the back of the blond’s neck and over his bare shoulders.

“Are you almost ready?” the click of Sunday’s shoes alerts the pair before he turns the corner to their room. Aventurine hears the breath catch in his lover’s throat, and Ratio quickly releases his hold.

“You look…divine.” Sunday struggles to find a word powerful enough to describe his beautiful lover, but it is nearly impossible. The garment left his shoulders exposed but draped softly around his arms and dipped low at his chest. The cloth hugged the curve of his swollen belly, his hands resting gently atop it. A faint blush creeps over his cheeks, unable to look away.

“I don’t remember purchasing that for you.”

“Because you didn’t. Robin did. Not that I need either of you to buy me things.” none of the three could be described as anything short of idiotically wealthy, but Sunday and Ratio always insisted on spoiling Aventurine regardless. Not that he minded at all.

“She’s excited for tonight.” Sunday quirks a small smile, something he’d started doing a lot more recently with Robin having returned to his life.

“That makes one of us,” Aventurine grumbles, tugging at his sleeve and adjusting the hem of his top.

Ratio places a hand on his shoulder, and Sunday steps closer, cupping the blond’s face with his hands.

“You don’t need to be worried. Everyone will love you.”

Aventurine snorts, eyes darting to avoid Sunday’s eyes.

“The family was less than thrilled to find out, I can imagine ‘polite society’ will be even less understanding of you having a child with a-” he stops himself, mouth snapping shut and eyes squeezing closed.

“Aven, I love you,” Sunday pauses, glancing up to meet Ratio’s eyes, “We love you. All of you. Every part of you.” Ratio’s thumb graces over the brand on Aventurine’s neck, and he shutters.

“Other people will not be so understanding. If it was only me, I couldn’t be assed to care but our baby is going to be the center of attention and the target of so much-”

“And if anyone so much as looks at you wrong, I’ll have their heads.” it isn’t an empty threat, and it only causes Aventurine to shutter once more.

“You are not facing anything alone. Not anymore.” Ratio wraps his arms around his lover’s waist, large hands resting over the taunt bump. Sunday joins him, gently running soothing circles where their unborn child slept.

“You two are impossible, you know that?” the men chuckle, Sunday coming to meet Aventurine’s mouth with a deep kiss, and Ratio’s lips working their way back across his neck. The blond moans, shivering and pulling away from their touches.

“If you don’t knock it off we’re going to be late.”

Sunday laughs, and Ratio rolls his eyes.

“Very well, we’ll simply finish this when we return home tonight.”

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Request: Can you do Dr. Ratio or Gallagher x Caelus mpreg, with preg-Dr. Ratio/Gallagher?

On a good day, learning under Dr. Ratio was brutal. Learning under a heavily pregnant, sore, and downright miserable Dr Ratio was its own fresh hell. There was no stopping to let anyone write notes, no time for questions, and heaven forbid you submit a late paper-

The chalk snaps in half, and Ratio all but grands the rest to dust in his fist. His back hurt, his ankles hurt, hell even his hair felt like it was hurting and the way his belly got in the way of him using the chalkboard at all was pushing him over the edge.

“Knock knock.” there was no knock, just the voice responsible for his misery.

“Caelus, I have told you numerous times to not interrupt me while I am working.” Dr. Ratio snaps, glaring over his shoulder at the younger man. The trailblazer stood at the door of the empty classroom with a take-out bag in hand, grinding sheepishly.

“Come on, it’s your lunch break. Have you even eaten yet today?” he waves the bag in the air, “I got your favorite.”

Ratio pauses, hand hovering over the chalkboard.

“…Carbonara?”

“With pork, from that place downtown you like.” had he the strength, Ratio would have slapped that smug grin right off his lovers face.

“Very well. I suppose I can take a short break.” tossing the broken chalk into the bin, Ratio carefully lowers himself down into his seat, hissing as the weight shifts off his ankles and settles into his spine.

“You know, most people take maternity leave this far along.” setting the food in front of Ratio, Caelus hums to himself, “It won’t kill you to hand over your job to a substitute for a few weeks so you can rest.”

There was an argument to be had, but for once, Ratio couldn’t bring himself to start it. The food looked too good and he was far too hungry to ignore it.

“Still, I wish you wouldn’t bother coming here,” he grumbles into his first forkful, eyes narrowing. Caelus chuckles warmly,

“I think you’re a little past hiding your ‘condition’, doctor.” the announcement of his pregnancy had sent shockwaves through the school, and well, the galaxy. No one expected the great Dr. Ratio to ever consider having a child, let alone with someone so…different from himself.

“I don’t want people to get the wrong idea.”

“Wrong idea? You don’t want people to know I’m the father?” the jest is wiped from his tone, and for a moment, Caelus looks genuinely hurt. Ratio kicks himself mentally, no matter if he didn’t show it, he hated seeing his lover look anything but their usual happy self.

“Caelus, you look young enough to be one of my students. I don’t want anyone to think I’ve gone and done something uncouth.” truthfully, no one was really sure just how old Caelus was. An adult, yes, even with all his knowledge, Ratio couldn’t pinpoint an exact age, only the general range of 19 to 25. Even on the higher end of that scale, Caelus was still a decade his junior and that could certainly raise some eyebrows.

“I mean, I look young enough to be a student, but I could be older than you for all we know.” not factually incorrect, but highly unlikely. Ratio sighs, shaking his head.

“If it’s that big a deal, I promise not to bother you at work anymore. I just…worry about you. You work so hard and you never rest enough.” there it was again, that kicked puppy expression that made Ratio feel entirely too guilty.

“…I suppose I don’t mind you visiting. Sometimes. When class isn’t in session.” he ignores the shit-eating grin that spreads over his lover’s face, but nearly stabs his fork into the back of Caelus’s neck when the younger man dove to his knees and presses a cheek against his swollen belly.

“Aw~ Your mama isn’t so mean after all~” face flushed, and a few curious students stuck their heads into his classroom, Ratio growled under his breath.

“Get. Out.”

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At the age of forty-five, Gallagher thought his baby-making days were long over.

Oh, how wrong he was.

“Caelus, I need you to get me that bottle of whiskey. The one up top, yeah, that one, in the gold bottle.” leaning back against the bar, one hand resting over the top of his swollen belly, Gallagher watches his boyfriend climb up top of the bar and snatch the bottle down.

“Thanks.”

“Anything else?”

“Yeah, pick up that dish towel over there for me.” Caelus grins and does as he’s asked without hesitation.

“Can’t climb up the bar, can’t bend down to pick shit up…can’t even have a goddamn drink,” Gallagher grumbles under his breath, poking at his taunt gut with a frown, “All because of you.”

“"Aw, don’t blame the baby.” Caelus whines, hooking his arms around Gallagher’s and hugging him tightly. The pitiful puppy dog pout does nothing to move Gallagher.

“Right. I should be blaming you.” he flicks the trailblazer’s forehead, smirking as he whines loudly and lets go of his arm to rub to sore spot.

“I’m too old for this shit. Youngin’s like you should be the one’s having babies, not me.” how he ended up in this mess was anyone’s guess. Knocked up and nearly fifty with a boyfriend who he isn’t even sure can legally drink outside of Penacony.

“I think you look adorable.” there comes that sweet purr, the flick of his tongue over those soft pink lips and beautiful, lust-filled eyes. His hands are on Gallagher in seconds, rubbing his tummy and nuzzling into his neck.

Right.

That’s how he got into this position.

“I think,” Caelus cooes, nipping at Gallagher’s ear, “You’ve got another pregnancy or two in you before it’s time to stop.”

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Request: Jiaquo and Moze pampering a heavily pregnant Caelus:

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Request: Mok Tok admitting to Hoolay that he’s starting to like the Omega, Caelus, and seeing his pups brought into the world before going on a Tsundere tangent on “just because he’s only there to breed.” And Hoolay offers to turn Caelus into a Borisin.

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Request: If you remember Skott from the HSR event, then I have a request:

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Request: Jiaoqiu birthing his first borisin litter while Caelus is birthing his seventh borisin litter like a proper breeding bitch, seeing the other growing borisin pups yapping and barking at the adult borisin while one pup is being fussy and cleaned by Mok Tok while Hoolay watches with pride.