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you notice the boy you’re friends-with-benefits fucking is getting a little belly. you can see it swing when you take him from behind, bounce when he rides you. he’s been insatiably horny, lately, too, but you can’t tell if that’s related.

the next time you see him, it’s pushing up against his shirt. he flinches when you instinctively rub it while fucking him missionary. as if he doesn’t like being reminded it’s there. but you can feel it under your palm. this isn’t bloating, it’s firm.

…do you ask him?

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Sigh.

As a player, I wanted to keep the vampire. We even got him to surrender, so peace was possible. Then the rest of my party decided to jump right back into battle with a creature that's far too dangerous for us to fight for our current level, after the casters have already exhausted their spell slots. Four hours later, we're still fighting the same monster in the same 80-foot space.

Looks like I'm gonna be the distraction for my vampire husbando until he lovingly slaughters me, then drift off into the dwarven afterlife to dream of the wedding (and children) we never got to have. 😆

I'm in the middle of a 'Curse of Strahd' session with my cleric (he worships a dwarven fertility goddess, because this is me). We've just released what's almost certainly a monster into an unsuspecting town. While the rest of my group races off to deal with the consequences of our admittedly harebrained actions, I'm awaiting my turn and thinking about all of the wonderful monsterfucking opportunities that exist in Barovia.

Anybody got any fun monster-related Mayternity fantasies they'd like to share in the meantime?

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Mayternity: Day 3

You're looking in the mirror after your shower this morning, and you realize your chest is different than before. You gently caress the swollen tissue, your fingers lingering on the darkening skin of your areolas.

You've still got months to go before the baby gets here, yet your body is already changing to accommodate for it.

— Hush's Mayternity 2025

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With our outlook looking bleak, I jokingly suggested that one of the party members attempt to seduce the attacking vampire. The others decided that my cleric would have to do the honors. The conversation then devolved into the plans for our wedding, the vampire's biting habits, and having my cleric flip a coin to see who would be the top/bottom in the relationship.

Welp. This is escalating in a direction I did not expect. 😂

I'm in the middle of a 'Curse of Strahd' session with my cleric (he worships a dwarven fertility goddess, because this is me). We've just released what's almost certainly a monster into an unsuspecting town. While the rest of my group races off to deal with the consequences of our admittedly harebrained actions, I'm awaiting my turn and thinking about all of the wonderful monsterfucking opportunities that exist in Barovia.

Anybody got any fun monster-related Mayternity fantasies they'd like to share in the meantime?

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Nope, nope, that was definitely a vampire that we just casually released. And now it's chewing its way through the faster members of my level 1 party. 🤣🪦

Meanwhile, my character is standing in a church, with no idea of what's going on with everybody else. Guess I'm gonna sit here and think about making dhampirs.

I'm in the middle of a 'Curse of Strahd' session with my cleric (he worships a dwarven fertility goddess, because this is me). We've just released what's almost certainly a monster into an unsuspecting town. While the rest of my group races off to deal with the consequences of our admittedly harebrained actions, I'm awaiting my turn and thinking about all of the wonderful monsterfucking opportunities that exist in Barovia.

Anybody got any fun monster-related Mayternity fantasies they'd like to share in the meantime?

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I'm in the middle of a 'Curse of Strahd' session with my cleric (he worships a dwarven fertility goddess, because this is me). We've just released what's almost certainly a monster into an unsuspecting town. While the rest of my group races off to deal with the consequences of our admittedly harebrained actions, I'm awaiting my turn and thinking about all of the wonderful monsterfucking opportunities that exist in Barovia.

Anybody got any fun monster-related Mayternity fantasies they'd like to share in the meantime?

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So I love omegaverse, right? I love me an excuse to get a cute boy pregnant. Recently I wrote a piece with a friend where her character (alpha) went into their first rut in over a year and had nonstop unprotected sex with their fiance (who was out of condoms) and came out of it at the end with a little cum filled bump. And even if it doesn't technically work that way, they had a cute little moment after the rut cleared about how cute he looks with a potential baby bump and I think about it a lot <3 <3 <3

This is an excellent scenario to be getting a cute boy pregnant! Whether intentional or not, the fact that they can end their rut with a preview of what the fiancé might look like pregnant makes for a sweet ending!

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"I have unrealistic kinks so I guess it's jacking off to weird porn forever for me" NO. What you need. Is a good sex partner. Who knows how to get creative in the theatre of the mind.

Service doms who crave giving specialised service exist and they'd love to turn you into a cube and pry you apart at the vertices if that's what you want in a scene.

Service subs who crave giving specialised service exist and they'd love to become your pet centipede for a night if that's what you want in a scene.

ALL kink is playing games. Puppy play is fantasy as much as vore is fantasy as much as fauxcest is fantasy as much as dollification is fantasy etc etc. Don't be scared to get creative with it. You might just find the best sex of your life down there in the weird stuff.

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A coffee shop would be the ideal for me. Imagine being the very last customer after a long day at class in a hometown coffee shop, your barista is a devilishly charming man who even pours a little heart shape atop your coffee. Suddenly, a storm rolls in, quicker than you realize as you've lost track of time just chatting away with this gorgeous barista. Next thing you know, the two of you are tangled up, pulling at each other's clothes uselessly and in the least efficient way on any given surface, so distracted with the way your mouths refuse to separate for longer than a half second. The windows of the small shop fog up, but the shapes of two people rutting at it desperately could be seen from outside if anyone is brave enough to be in the parking lot in this heavy storm. Who cares about protection? Who cares about wandering eyes? It becomes your favorite stop on your way back from class, long after you realize your middle is growing firm and insistently rounder.

Hell yeah, Anon! You got the assignment! 🙌

I love the intensity of this-- two people so desperate for each other that they can't be bothered to care about potential witnesses. It's no great wonder that someone's walking away from these encounters with a bulging belly.

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Mayternity: Day 2

You constantly find your hand drifting down to settle over your bump these days. It's so small, barely even perceptible to anyone but you, but you can't stop touching it. It's hard to believe that there's a new life growing inside of you.

You can't help but wonder how long it will be until your little secret gets out and others start to notice.

— Hush's Mayternity 2025

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Spooky Season Day #22

Summary: [Dominant AFAB reader] A classic werewolf attack (and breeding) with a twist-- sometimes even a werewolf will bite off more than it can chew. Wordcount: 1,760

Themes: Werewolf breeding, werewolf pregnancy, nonhuman pregnancy, outdoor sex, dominant pregnant individual

You started your day searching for wood, but apparently the universe had a weird sense of humor, because it gave you something else entirely.

The forest just outside your tiny village held plenty of firewood, but few dared to venture far into its dark, imposing depths. Hushed stories spoke of faeries and monsters and all sorts of fantastical beasts just waiting to snap up a distracted traveler. Even hunters shied away from it, no matter how lean times got, unwilling to risk their lives to the unknown.

You, however, didn't care much for such campfire stories. You could handle yourself. You might be short and wiry, but the years you'd spent working the farm with your father and brothers had honed the feminine form you'd been born with into one just as rugged and masculine as theirs. You'd proven yourself through many a rough-and-tumble brawl with the other village boys, too. Nobody would guess from a simple glance that your clothing hid secrets.  

And you preferred it that way.  

You'd gathered half a load of wood when you heard the crunch of a twig snapping somewhere behind you. You didn't react, for you'd been listening to whatever-it-was for some time. Something dogged your heels, something quick and quiet and following you with the ruthless persistence of a predator, but you didn't feel fear. If anything, the prospect of a good fight left your nerves humming with anticipation.

Leaves shifted. The faint chitter of birdsong quieted.  

Your fingers tightened around your axe as you subtly shifted your weight, ready for whatever might come.  

The first blow came at your right shoulder, but your stalker hadn't expected you to be prepared when it finally pounced. 

The two of you tumbled across the forest floor, grappling for dominance in a heated dance that could mean the difference between life and death. Claws tore at your clothes, and wicked teeth snapped inches from your fragile human skin, but you gave as good as you received, blocking the worst of its attacks with the haft of your axe and landing a few blows of your own.

In retrospect, you probably shouldn't have won that fight. The creature stood over a head taller than you, its body heavily corded with muscle, but you moved with an agility that it couldn't hope to match. So when the blade of your axe somehow found the vulnerable curve of its throat, it had no choice but to freeze.

Straddling the beast's hips, you stared down at the creature beneath you, your panting breaths meeting its faint growls in a harsh melody. The burning heat of its curse-twisted form leeched into your thighs. You could feel it flex its powerful body, testing your weight and the sharpness of your weapon. It was large and furry, and reeked of a unique combination of fresh sweat and musk that made something jolt in your gut.

A werewolf.

You've subdued a freaking werewolf.

You should have been terrified, yet you couldn't draw your eyes away from the fearsome creature.

The werewolf stared back, its dark gaze fathomless above a long, furred snout. Its black nose twitched with an obvious inhale.

Then its eyes narrowed.

"What, didn't think you could be bettered, pup?" you sneered, leaning more of your weight against your blade. "Just because you're a little fuzzy doesn't mean I'm gonna take one look at you and run off like a spooked fawn."

A curious shudder vibrated through the creature's body even as it snarled, its dagger-like teeth bared in obvious threat.

No, not it. He.

For the furry sheath pressed intimately against your groin began to twitch and swell as you watched, revealing a hint of something red at the tip.

Your breath caught in your throat. The feral masculinity of the creature at your mercy sparked a strange heat in your belly, a kind you couldn't recall ever feeling before. Your mouth practically watered at the sight of your attacker's arousal, and you didn't think that was normal. "Like that, did you?" You impulsively rocked your hips, rubbing yourself teasingly against him. "It's always the big, bad boys who secretly wanna be pinned down."

The werewolf's lips curled back, venom in its gaze, but the shaft nudging against your crotch jerked. 

Fuck, the friction felt good.  

You shouldn't want it, but the thought of taking that thick, alien cock inside of you left sent a surge of liquid heat through your core. 

Your trousers were already torn from the earlier scuffle, and it wouldn't take much effort at all to shift the homespun fabric a little to the side and– 

"Fertile." A single word somehow forced its way from a jaw not intended for speech, low and gravely and barely intelligible. The werewolf's long tongue lapped at its lips before it inhaled again, a whine rising from its throat.  

Fertile. 

You glanced down at the flat plane of your belly, towards the womb hidden just out of sight. Could the werewolf smell the arousal heating your blood? Or did it scent something else?  

"Smell something you like, pup?" You rubbed yourself against him again, not bothering to hide the smirk on your face as you took advantage of his helplessness. "What makes you think you can just ambush someone in the woods and take what you want without asking? Maybe you need a taste of your own medicine."

The werewolf growled again, a line of drool glistening on its muzzle. Those dark eyes remained narrowed in anger, but something feral burned there, too, something that threatened to engulf you. A fur-covered Adam's apple bobbed in its throat while the engorged shaft between its legs rose to full, glorious mast.  

Gods above and below. It wanted this as much as you did!

"Tell you what. You lay there nice and still like a good boy, and I'll take what I want. And maybe you'll get your rocks off along the way. Deal?"

That long tongue slipped out again, as much a nervous tic as it was a sign of anticipation, just before your subdued monster gave the very faintest of nods.

One hand continued holding the head of the axe to its throat while the other groped blindly between your legs, shifting just enough fabric aside to clear the way to your dripping hole. You weren't about to risk removing your trousers for this. Besides, the thought of mounting it mostly clothed only made your lust burn hotter. You unwaveringly held the werewolf's gaze as you guided the bright red head to your entrance, your breath hitching at the first nudge. "Stay," you ordered.

And just like that, you sank down.  

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck oh fuck.  

You've had a few lovers in your time, but none of them filled you as thoroughly as this bad-tempered beast. The work-toned muscles of your powerful thighs flexed like steel rope every time you lifted yourself almost free, only to impale yourself again with a pleasured grunt. 

But the werewolf wasn't a lover– no, it was nothing but a toy in this moment, and a hell of one at that.  

The thick, inhuman shaft stretching you out nearly made your eyes roll back in your head. Already the juices of your need ran slick between your thighs and dampened the creature's fur. For its part, the werewolf remained mostly still, though its clawed fingers flexed and dug deep furrows in the earth beneath it every time you ground down on its cock. Gasping, cursing, groaning, you rode your deadly plaything into the damp fall leaves, never taking your eyes off him.

"Damn, you feel good," you muttered, tossing the hair out of your eyes. "Got a nice cock for a monster. Bet you didn't expect this to happen when you jumped me, did you?"

The werewolf's hips jolted up in spite of the threat at its neck, driving it roughly into your eager body. "Smelled you," it rasped, the sound edged in a whine. "Needed it."

It smelled you? 

What was that supposed to mean?

You shoved your axe even harder against the creature's neck, slicing away fur and pressing metal to bare skin. "Shut up," you huffed, clenching your hole around it. "Don't wanna hear you while I'm getting off, you mangy mutt."

And surprisingly, it obeyed. Fur lay thick and coarse beneath your fingers as you exploited your attacker's lust for your own benefit, roughly pounding your greedy hole with its rock-hard shaft. It felt like you couldn't get enough, like you might just expire if you couldn't reach your peak. Something about the feel of the werewolf, the scent of it, the danger of its teeth and claws-- it all wound your desire tighter and tighter, like an overcoiled spring.  

It was too much. You couldn't hold back your sounds of pleasure any longer.

"Fuck, I need more," you hissed, your grip on the axe faltering and your bound chest heaving as you bared your human teeth at the werewolf. "Make me come, you flea-bitten cur!"

Maybe it was luck. Maybe it was fate. Or maybe you'd truly made the werewolf your bitch. But instead of taking advantage of your faltering attention, the creature began snapping its pelvis forward with punishing force. A strange bulge at the base of its cock, one that you'd only just noticed, demanded entrance. You weren't sure you could take it, but your hole seemed eager enough to try and swallow it up.

Your voice rose to the sky, filled with a fierce, wordless hunger that ached to be sated.  

An unearthly howl answered from the beast between your legs.

And suddenly, the knot forced its way inside of you, and your entire world shattered.

You eventually made it home that day with your firewood, a sore groin, and a belly full of werewolf seed.  

Its knot kept you tied up a bit longer than expected, but in time, you managed to pull free, unleashing a torrent of warm, sticky fluid down the inside of your trousers. The two of you scrambled apart afterward in an uneasy, unspoken truce, sharing a heated look that spoke volumes before the werewolf bounded back into the forest.  

Months passed, yet you never forgot that day, nor the feel of that deadly predator moving between your thighs. Especially once you finally realized what the beast had meant when growling about you being 'fertile'.

The next time you entered the forest, your tunic stretched over a belly swollen with werewolf pups. And the 'wood' you craved wouldn't come from any tree.

(A Spooky Season story.)

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No need for bribery: here are the chaos nuggets themselves.

Last winter, they staged a midnight break-out. I awoke to discover that they'd partied from one side of the farm to the other, eaten the bark off of our lilac trees, and scared the shit out of my cat. 🤣

stonehenge sheep courtesy of my mom who is at stonehenge

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being fucked so hard from behind that you collapse forward and then they lean over you and use their weight to keep you completely pinned so you can’t do anything but whine and take it

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Mayternity: Day 1

Lay a hand over your lower abdomen. Feel the way it's grown tight over the past few weeks, its surface starting to bulge out. Your trousers have gotten a little tighter, haven't they? Your chest a little puffy and tender?

You're smart enough to know what those things mean. How does that knowledge make you feel, hmm?

— Hush's Mayternity 2025

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*wakes up pregnant and confused* oh god what month is it?

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certainly planning to be at my fullest ;)

Aww yeah, Anon. If you're going to celebrate Mayternity, then why not celebrate it to the max with a full womb of your own? Get out there and get waddling!