#helluva mpreg

[hazbincalifornia]

It's a shame I don't have good photo-editing skills because these would be perfect to edit Hazel into. Daughter you spawned, huh?

#daddy alastor #helluva mpreg #shadow says stuff

[hazbincalifornia]

Daddy Blitz wants his not-so-little foal out already so he can dress her up!

#em #daddy blitzo #helluva mpreg

[hazbincalifornia]

Pregnant Lucifer wearing a shirt that says "little duckie hatching soon" and there is a small duckling hatching from an egg where his bump is.

He shows the shirt off to everyone he sees that day.

#asks #anonymous #helluva mpreg #daddy lucifer

[hazbincalifornia]

Hello greatest dad but both luci and al are pregnant

I feel like Charlie would be more concerned about how aggressively they're messing around if they're carrying fragile cargo in the process.

#asks #anonymous #helluva mpreg #daddy alastor #daddy lucifer

[hazbincalifornia]

Stellaluna made Daddy some cocoa, and she even put an extra marshmallow in for her lil brother!

#em #gift #for me #daddy blitzo #helluva mpreg #stella

[hazbincalifornia]

Daddy, baby, and extra baby are all waking up together and hungry for breakfast! 🍳🥓

#em #gift #for me #daddy blitzo #helluva mpreg #stella

[hazbincalifornia]

Fatherhood

Chapter 64: Blitzo and Stolas take a moment to talk before the ceremony begins.

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“You know, I’m pretty sure you could have just snapped me clean out there,” Blitzo commented as Stolas summoned a towel once they pulled apart. He watched it fly in from the bathroom and drop down on the couch before he was set on top of it.

“I could have, but then I couldn’t have had a moment of peace with you without everyone watching,” Stolas said, his tone shifted just enough that Blitzo knew it was leaning on the ‘concerned parent�� side of the spectrum as the owl brushed a hand over his still-slightly-darkened cheeks to try and wipe the color away. “Blitz-”

“Look, I know, but you had that spell around my guts! She was fine, she probably liked the exercise anyway, it’s been so fucking boring at work without being able to go out in the field, okay?”

“Babies are delicate!” Stolas waved a hand over his royal clothes, vanishing the mud with one clean sweep as Blitzo felt the splatters on himself starting to harden. “I know that you can handle yourself, but she cannot. She’ll likely barely be able to keep her head up when she’s born, and that’s hardly any condition to go rolling around in mud puddles with handsome cowboys.” He paused. “Not until she’s much older, anyway.”

“She’s gonna be a sturdy bitch, she’s mine,” Blitzo grumbled as he felt her nudge what might have been a hand against the inside of his skin and poked at it back. “See, she’s agreeing with me.”

“Be that as it may, if she inherits your stubborn streak, it’s going to be a very interesting few years,” Stolas said, folding himself down on the couch next to Blitzo. Even through the words, Blitzo could hear a pinch of fondness mixed with the frustration. “As dashingly rugged as you look, her safety needs to come first. Babies require a lot of work.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Blitzo pulled his legs up with a groan, although his belly got too in the way for said legs to get up very far. “I know.”

“Do you?” Stolas tilted his head. “Loona wasn’t a baby.”

“I know that too, you had that heart-to-heart with her, remember?” (The one where she’d said he sucked. His stomach gurgled, and he brushed it aside.) “Babies are useless the first bit, sure, but I’ll manage. She’ll be worth it.”

“How would you feel if something happened to her and you could have stopped it?”

“Well, I’d-” The sentence died in Blitzo's mouth and tasted like hot ash.

Stolas sighed. He vanished the mud from Blitzo’s clothes with another wave of his fingers as he leaned closer, and his other hand rested on Blitzo’s knee. “I don’t mean to push, but neither of us want that. Please be careful… for both of your sakes. I can’t stand to think of either of you hurt, not when we’re so close. Your safety matters to me, dear, and you’re not at your usual strength anymore with her practically ready to burst out and say hello.” Blitzo’s chin sunk into his knees, and Stolas pulled the blanket up around him. “I know you’ll do your best.”

“Mhm.” The high of managing to pin Striker was quickly churning into anxiety, mixing with those fucking hormones and the ache in his gut he’d had all afternoon. The unspoken ‘but what if that’s not good enough?’ hung in the air like a thousand poisoned daggers as his claws dug into the leather of his pants and his stomach cramped, twisting in a vise on itself.

“Fatherhood is… difficult,” Stolas said slowly, and Blitzo snorted.

“Understatement of the fucking millennium.”

Stolas gave a little chuckle. “I won’t deny that. It’s been both the most difficult and most rewarding thing I’ve ever done. If I know one thing, though, it’s that you have to try. Stella never did. She had Via and figured that was all she needed to do, and it was up to me to keep Via from realizing how little her mother ever cared.” He paused, eyes softening a little. “No matter what, I know that you’ll love them, the way you care for your Loona.” He ran his fingers over Blitzo’s shirt, straightening out a crease.“You’ll be a good father.”

You ruin everything you touch, why would this be any different?

“Yeah. Yeah, I will. I kick ass.” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself at least half as much as he was thinking it. Stolas’s expression had too many emotions to root out and shifted up to squeeze Blitzo’s shoulder, settling to something that might have been determination with a slight curled hook to the beak.

“Just don’t throw her in the middle of any more wrestling matches,” Stolas said. “I’ll help you as much as possible until you start to feel more comfortable and we can ask Aamon if he can offer assistance as well. You’ll learn as you go. I had to do it all on my own the first time, and you’ll have me.” He gave a soft, lopsided smile. “I want this to go well as much as you do, darling… and maybe, someday, we might…” He trailed off, and Blitzo cleared his throat.

“Could you… fuck, this is dumb.”

“What?”

“If she- if she gets hurt, once she’s crawling around. Could you fix her?”

“Blitz!” Stolas’s feathers fluffed up as he stared down at Blitzo, who waved a twitchy hand, leg bouncing.

“Look, I don’t want her hurt either, okay? She’s still attached to me right now, and I just- fuck, what if-”

“If you keep your head properly on your shoulders and be the clever imp that you are, she’ll be fine." Stolas gripped both sides of Blitzo’s face, squishing in the cheeks slightly and turning it upwards to meet his eyes.”I was half your age when I had Via and she’s survived this long, you’ll manage with her until she can start crawling around on her own if you just take a breath and try to not drop her off the edge of a building. We can go through the apartment and add padding to make things safer, but she won’t really be moving for a while anyway.” Stolas’s palms eased off the skin. “I wouldn’t have asked you to do this if I didn’t think you could handle it, you just need to think and allow me to help.”

“There’s a lot of shit you don’t know about me.” Still, Blitzo chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment, the flash of pain grounding. “Fine. We’ll just hope she doesn’t stick a fork in the wall socket and go from there. I’m going to be careful and not run over her or some shit. We’ll be fine.”

“That’s the spirit!” Stolas kissed his forehead. “And you won’t do it again?”

“I’m not going to have the chance, if she’ll be rolling out of my pussy in a couple of days. Once she’s out, she’s getting treated with extra care like the glass ponies on the high shelf.” He sucked in a breath and let it out, the coil in his chest loosening a little. Quiet hung in the air for a few moments, and he could hear the echo of chatter from outside. “...Thanks.”

“Wonderful.” Stolas nodded, seemingly mostly to himself as he straightened up, but Blitzo could see the way his fingers drummed against his leg, the edge of nerves jittering through him. “Now then, I do have to prepare for the ceremony in a few minutes. Is there anything you need before then?”

Blitzo pulled up a smirk. “Think you could snap me up some snazzy new duds?” He waved at himself. “I kinda got the fancy shirt torn up, and I don’t know how well Mill’s folks would take to seeing flashes of my tits without asking first.”

“Hmm.” Stolas thought for a moment before snapping his fingers. Blitzo’s shirt changed with a flash of glitter, pale flowers blooming on the pattern as the fabric changed from white to red with buttons down the center. At that, Blitzo raised an eyebrow, but it came with a fond smile as he plucked a bit of the fabric up with a pinch.

“I’m not sure this exactly fits the honky-tonk vibe down here.”

“What? It’s a good look on you! Very fatherly energy.” Stolas’s cheek puffed out as he half-pouted, snapping his fingers again as the red bled away to a warm brown, the sparkle trailing down to his pants, which-

Blitzo couldn’t help a little grin as the leather of his pants shifted, the soft flesh of his ass spilling out on the couch. “Oh, you bitch.”

Stolas grinned back. “At least show it off before I change you back, love.”

The word still made his spines twitch as his stomach hummed with warmth, and with honey-thick affection boiling in his guts, he obliged. He slid off the couch and spun around on his boots to show off the cowboy ensemble that was complete with assless chaps, emphasis on the ass. The leg material cut off partway up, leaving his magic-and-baby plumped cheeks free. He gave himself a slap, hearing the noise echo. “I think I remember wearing something like this during body shots at a party once.”

“Oh?” Stolas tilted his head. “We’ll certainly have to recreate that sometime.”

“Oh fuck yeah, you’ve got the best tongue this side of the Hive,” Blitzo muttered half-under his breath, but Stolas’s feathers puffed up anyway. Score one for bird hearing. “C’mon, feathers, you know full well what you do to Daddy.”

“I need to work, dear-"

“Don’t you dare ‘dear’ me, you started it!” He prodded a finger at Stolas’s chest, and the sparkles shimmered over him one last time before returning him to his original outfit, albeit with the tears patched up. Stolas stood and stretched, smiling wider as he cupped Blitzo’s cheek before his voice dipped low.

“As soon as the ceremony is over, I’ll show you exactly what I’m dying to do to Daddy, darling.”

Blitzo opened his mouth to make a smart comment, but Stolas had swept out the door with the summoned Grimoire, the book floating in the air with a few stray sparkles trailing behind them by the time his brain re-activated.

Showtime.

#one time #daddy blitzo #helluva mpreg #shadow writes stuff

[hazbincalifornia]

Stolas loves his little round man! Daddy x Daddy rights.

#em #gift #for me #daddy blitzo #helluva mpreg

[hazbincalifornia]

Adam’s either the most whiney dramatic pregnant dude ever or tries to brag that he’s fine and this is “easy shit” and proceeding to have a breakdown bc baby wont let him sleep

I feel like he’d be both, it just depends entirely on the day.

#asks #anonymous #helluva mpreg #daddy adam

[hazbincalifornia]

Amusing to me that most characters I get pregnant have some kinda Thing going on that makes it somewhat normal for them (cis female, trans guy, nonbinary in some way, non-human anatomy, a mixure of things, ect), yet Alastor is one of the few that is explicitly the human concept of a cis dude that gets the baby treatment.

I shoved a kid in him because the concept of the same spell backfiring somehow twice- even when they thought they had it figured out the second time- was funny. Get daddied, idiot.

#I mean I guess he has a deer dick but other than that #look at that tiny-ass waist. just imagine fitting a baby on there. wild. #for any future kids he just looks at stella like 'my pelvis is the size of a twig. I am NOT doing that again' and she's just 'yeah ok fair' #daddy alastor #helluva mpreg #shadow says stuff

[hazbincalifornia]

Summary: Vox takes an opportunity to strike when Alastor's defenses are down. (Aka: Alastor's power is lower than usual while he's pregnant. Oops.)

Wordcount: 600

Vox watched as Alastor squirmed underneath the chains, or at least as well as he could through the distortion. (He wasn't stupid enough to try and restrain him with just rope, no matter how 'weak' he may be right now.) Satisfyingly, the chains held up, even as the other demon's form tried to distort to twist his way out.

Captured.

Under Vox's power now.

He strolled down the hall with a spring in his step and a whistle, arms folded behind his back as the floor lowered with a mere thought. Past the showroom floor, past the lab where they tinkered with new machines for the Voxtech line, past the studio. Down to the basement, concrete and soundproofed and very, very useful for prisoners.

"So!" Vox was giddy as he stepped off the elevator. Alastor's ears were down for half a moment before snapping up to attention as his head twisted to watch.

"Well, well, well, quite a welcome party." Alastor said, tilting his head and adjusting his shoulders as if they were meeting at a dinner party. "A pair of goons, really?"

"As much as Voxtech is an innovator, sometimes you just can't mess with a classic." He could practically feel it, now that they were in close enough proximity that he could reach out and touch him- Alastor was weaker than usual. Of course, being captured in the first place proved it, but normally, there were waves of power that made his inner wires curdle. Now, it was more of a low tide gently lapping at the beach.

From the simmering fury in Alastor's eyes- even though that infuriating smirk hadn't dropped an iota- he knew it too.

"It's good to hear that you agree some things are best left the way they are. Honestly, I was just curious where this was going to go! Things have been getting a little dull, why not spice them up a little?"

"Right, right. I'm sure. Now, what to do with you? The mighty radio demon, brought low by a pair of grunts."

"Well, for one, you could-"

"-Listen to me when I'm talking?" Vox flicked on his hypnosis as easily as breathing, and nearly short-circuited when Alastor's eyes actually fuzzed over for a moment before he tried to shake it off. "Oh, this is good. The baby that bitch put in you really fucked you over, didn't it?"

Static layered on Alastor's voice, and the chains trembled. "That has nothing to-"

"Deep sleep." Vox dropped his voice down, pouring extra processing power into the command as his eye swelled up to take over the entire screen- even with Alastor's defenses down, he knew he'd have to use all the help he could get. The other overlord blinked once, but the power combined with the suddenness had seemingly caught him off guard, and his head nodded a few times before his chin dropped to meet his neck. "Can you still hear me?"

"...Yes..." There was a hint of a filter beneath it, but it sounded more human than Vox had heard in decades- potentially more than he'd ever heard out of the eternally fast-talking, always-on cervine sinner.

"Good boy." His electric-blue thumb and forefinger pinched the sides of Alastor's chin, guiding his face back up. "Eyes open."

Swirls, with a tiny radio dial in the center that they were emanating from. It would almost be cute if Vox wasn't already practically rock-hard at the realization that, yes, Alastor was under his complete control for as long as he could milk this before he managed to fight it off.

Oh, he was going to have fun with this.

#shadow writes stuff #daddy alastor #helluva mpreg

[hazbincalifornia]

How well does Blitzø’s suit fit him when fully pregnant?

It, ah… doesn't. He's completely unable to close it and it's too tight around his middle, even while open, to be comfortable.

#asks #anonymous #daddy blitzo #helluva mpreg

[hazbincalifornia]

Vox and Val are knocked up at the same time and frustrated bc they can’t have sex with the bellies in the way 😂Velvette is tired of them both being hormonal nightmares

She's moving down another floor to avoid this shit.

(I'm sure they can get... creative, though.)

#asks #anonymous #helluva mpreg #daddy val #daddy vox

[hazbincalifornia]

Velvette absolutely capitalizes on Vox and Val’s pregnancies by announcing a line of baby fashion lol

Oh, 100%. It's probably only going to happen once, better to take the chance while they've got it!

#asks #anonymous #daddy val #daddy vox #helluva mpreg

[hazbincalifornia]

I’m cooking up the details of a Verbie mpreg au, so this isn’t likely to stick but I can’t get rid of the idea of both Blitzo and Barbie being pregnant at the same time; poor Blitzo suffering bc of his big ass owl baby while Barbie is vibing over there w her moderately more normal Succubus/imp hybrid (but much like her brother between the pregnancy, trauma and her situationship she’s not exempt from Angst TM)

She would 100% make fun of him for having The Worst Time because he asked for it by keeping the Giant-Ass Baby, but then it turns out her relationship with Verosika is actually kind of unstable too as they both tend to encourage backsliding in each other's addictions (particularly Verosika, who isn't as interested in sobriety as she is in 'just good enough to not fuck up her concerts') and she insists on trying to handle it all herself... it ends up getting even messier for a while, rip.

#asks #anonymous #mommy barbie #daddy blitzo #helluva mpreg

[hazbincalifornia]

Before Blitz knew he was pregnant with Stellaluna, what made him finally decide to take a pregnancy test?

I did actually write that out at one point! The first half-dozen chapters were written a bit off the seat of my pants (although I did have ideas on where it was going) so this is a bit of backfill, but here you go. The TL;DR though is that he got sick in the office and Moxxie insisted on a test after finding out he'd bottomed for Stolas recently.

#one time #asks #anonymous #daddy blitzo #helluva mpreg