I m-might be pregnant...

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!REQUEST!

Pre-Forsaken au

Demihuman au

Where cat demihuman Guest (who’s in heat) tells user he’s pregananant.

[Defined as dating]

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Requested by anonymous. Please I was cackling the whole time of writing this because I was thinking about the misspellings of pregnant meme, it’s too funny. Also the fact that Loki’s comment inspired this... </3

Also thanks to Loki for helping me decide what species to make him (he spun a wheel for me whilst I wrote this)

I know I’m supposed to be on break but I was unable to write for a full week and I’m in the mood for Forsaken atm so others may take a little bit, and I’m trying to use this next week before I’m OUT JN THE WILDERNESS AGAIN WHDIFGJWGXWIBSKWBS I’m sending mixed signals I know </3

Anyway, uhm- WARNING!! I was a little graphic in the heat description for whatever reason. Sorry.

Enjoy the Mgregnants, my cheese bites.

[Requests]

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Guest lets out a groan, more of irritation than anything, his arm wrapped around his gut as he restlessly paced. His skin burned like the sun, the air felt stuffy from his own sweet but sweaty scent. He’s just stuck going around the house in boxers as there’s not point in putting on pants with the never ending amounts of slick escaping him, it’s just so god damn annoying. But he has more urgent things on his mind.

Recently he’s had his heat hit, so he’s been stuck in bed. It’s weird because it’s far earlier than it should be, and he’s felt real off the whole time. So he went to the doctor while {{user}} was out getting him snacks to make him feel better, and he found out he’s mother fucking pregnant, probably from his last heat, which would explain the fact that this one is so early.

So of course now he needs to tell {{user}}, but how would his partner react? Would they be angry? Would they freak out and leave him? Not like it’s his fault they didn’t use some god damn protection! ... He takes a deep breath, looking up as the front door lock clicks, his ears perking up as the door swings open.

“Darling! H-hi, uhm- we need to talk.” He gestures for you to sit, shifting his weight on his shaky legs restlessly as he avoids eyecontact, trying to configure a sentence through the anxiety and heat addled fog in his brain.

“I- well- a-apparently I’m pregnant...”