#consent to pregnancy

[isawthismeme]

[diejager]

wondering how doesn't reader get pregnant after a lot of action with both horangi and könig, especially when König prefers to breed reader rather than his wife.

also do they have breeding kink? and what would be reader's reaction if there's a possibility of pregnancy, that would be so dramatic ig coming from reader's mom.

I hope this answered your question! cw: breeding kink, drug replacement?, mention of abortion, forced pregnancy, mention of stalkholm syndrome, tell me if I missed any.

The answer is simple: you either take pills, or got an IUD installed (honestly, that’s what I have since I have so many friends who’ve told me that pills have bothersome side effects and I’m forgetful so I won’t be able to remember to take them every day.).

A) If you take pills, König will replace them with a placebo, he has his ways, relationships built on years of work and alliance. So it wouldn’t be hard for him to find someone who can produce placebos for your birth control. Since he’s made a habit of staying near you whenever he can, seeing as he’s retired, it would be weird if he went out for so long. He has Horangi pick it up, meeting with the agent who’s sent to give them a year worth of box.

B) If you had an IUD installed, he’ll search your room for that little card it comes with when you’re not home, look at the date and he has two options. 1) if he doesn’t want to wait the time, be it a year or two, anything between one and five, he’ll talk to you about taking it out. 2) if he can wait, he’ll use the time to break you in, let you settle with this relationship and get you used to the dynamic they have in mind. Patience is a virtue after all, like a little pet project of theirs.

They definitely have a breeding kink. Ironically enough, they’re family men, a bit rough on the edges and tactile in their ways, very touchy-feely. They like to be hands on, holding you down as they fill you up, fingers bruising your skin with brands, to let people - and you - that you belong to them. König might be fidgety, never being one to sit still and do nothing, but he is patient, like a predator in hiding. Horangi’s a tiger in a hunt, slow and steady steps, certainty exhuming from every decision he takes. They don’t make a decision without telling the other, Horangi and König are a team, they were and always will.

Whichever contraceptive you took, it wouldn’t mater much in the end, you’d end up with morning nausea and a positive on your test. You’re in tears, balling your eyes out and panicking, breathe rapid and shallow, near hysteric as your mind goes through all the different scenarios of what ifs. You might’ve laughed at the ridiculousness of your situation, pregnant with the child of your stepfather or your neighbour. What would your family think? Your mother who’s oblivious and ignores your cries for help; your father who didn’t know where wen after your mom indefinitely cut your contact; or your living grandparents that lives God knows where.

Unlike you, hysteric and frantically searching for a solution to your problem, König is excited, calling Horangi to tell him the great news of your pregnancy. He has a smile on his lips when he finds you, shushing your tears and cooing soft praises. König tells you what a good mother you’d be, what a responsible Stay-at-home mother, with gentle hands and loving lips. When Horangi’s here, he picks you up, holding you in his arms and peppers you in kisses, a few deep, feverish ones, full of passion, and a few wild ones on the corner of yours lips and your cheeks.

Your mother is less frantic than you, worried, but not panicking. As a mother, she’ll ask about the pregnancy, who the father is (knowing you weren’t one to sleep around), and help you. You’re embarrassed at yourself, unable to tell her that the two men in the room are the kid’s father. You’re silent, head bowed down in shame and fidgeting, anxious and terrified, you were in your army 20’s, still in University to finish your bachelor’s degrees and now you’re pregnant. Horangi steps up, telling her that you’ve been having relationships with him - excluding the fact that her husband had a hand in everything as well - in occasions. She’s seen how close you are with Horangi, nearly sitting on his lap at times and often seen in his company.

She’s supportive, ignorent of all the mess in your life. Granted, she’s a bit disappointed, but you’re an adult, she can’t dictate your life like her parents did to her. So all she can do is support you, take l’ombre time off to walk you through the basics of parenthood and the nausea and emotional rollercoaster a pregnancy brought. You want to tear your hair out from the roots down at how oblivious your mother is, but you’re scared of getting an abortion, or if it’s legal at all.

Your angry, stressed and panicked, emotions flaring up with your unfortunate situation with no one to talk to, to turn to, all you want to do is cry. What can you do when you have an ignorant mother and two possessive and criminally wrong men with bloody hands and unrestrained connections.

Tag list: @sae1kie @yeoldedumbslut @tallmanlover @distracteddragoness @vxnilla-hxrddrugs @konigsblog @havoc973

[konigsblog]

Stepdad Graves who just can’t help himself around his step daughter.

continuing from this part...

cw: stepcest, cheating, forced impregnation, tampering with contraceptives, afab!gn!reader, dub-con, lactation, pervy-graves, age gap/difference (reader's age is unspecified, but i'd say aged mid-20s + graves is aged 40-50s)

dead dove: do not eat. mdni 18+ 🔞

after your stepfather had forcefully impregnated you, your boyfriend had broken up with you. of course, you eventually had to drop out of college to take care of yourself during pregnancy, as well as take care of your future baby. your stomach grew everyday, and along with that, your nipples began to weep milk, white droplets of your sweet milk running down your breasts, or seeping through the material of your shirt.

graves couldn't help himself at the sight of you. he just wanted to take care of his pregnant stepdaughter, to rub at your swollen, puffy and wet nipples whilst you wriggled and complained, still annoyed at him for doing what he'd done, trying to free yourself from his tightening grip.

there had been countless times where you'd be awoken to the pleasing and arousing sensation of your stepfather's tongue against your little clit, rubbing it in soothing circles whilst you arched your back, so exhausted yet so desperate for that release that tightened at your core.

of course, at some point, you had to break the news to your mother once home from a long work trip. you told her that you'd gotten pregnant by someone you didn't know, at a college party, drunk and intoxicated. she was pissed at you for making such an irresponsible decision, that you had no support from the father, but when you broke down at her reaction, she knew she couldn't be too harsh on you.

she was blind to your stepfather's disgusting and perverted behaviour. she didn't notice how his gaze would linger on your growing stomach and breasts for a little too long, or how she'd wake up with graves not in bed. she paid no attention to it all, and didn't even notice how your baby had some of your stepfather's features. those familiar and recognisable blue eyes.

after your pregnancy, graves was desperate to get you pregnant again, and again. although, you made sure not to get too drunk around him, instead making sure you'd use contraceptives, usually condoms. you were fucking up his plans! he had no other decision, but to instead tamper with the condoms, poking them with a small pin, in the hopes of getting you pregnant.

you should've expected it, really... :(

[bigassmoonchild]

Maple Syrup Masterlist

THIS SERIES IS COMPLETED

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Total Parts: 17 as of 6th January

Summary: A mission that was supposed to be easy doesn't go your way, but when does it ever when the 141 is involved? Aphrodisiacs that were incredibly powerful were used on yourself and Simon, and with one accident it took over your lives. Now, you need to figure out how to go about life as a newly mated Omega in a world made for Alphas.

Content Tags: Smut, Dubious Consent, Sex Pollen, Fuck or Die, Heat, Rut, Angst, Knotting, PIV Sex, Biting, Hurt/No Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Typical Violence, Depictions of Violence, Mentions of Pregnancy, Kinda Pregnancy Loss, Teasing, Use of Pet-Names, Simon is shit at talking and emotions, He figures it out tho, Dropping of the L word, Near Death, Pregnancy, Vomiting, Task Force 141 is a Pack, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost, No Use of Y/N

A/N: I just wanted to make sure anyone who needed (or wanted) to have a one-stop shop for the Maple Syrup series (and drabbles pertaining to it) can have it. Please send me asks! Masterlist under the Cut!

🧼 = smut, 🧸 = angst, 💞 = fluff

Main Storyline:

Part 1: Maple Syrup 🧼

Part 2: The Aftermath 🧸

Part 3: Alpha, Please 🧼💞

Part 4: Feral 💞

Part 5: The Hearing 🧸

Part 6: Talk 🧸

Part 7: Lost and Found 🧸 💞

Part 8: Hot and Cold 🧼 🧸

Part 9: Hoops 🧸

Part 10: Thirteen 🧸

Part 11: Tags 🧸

Part 12: Ghost 🧸

Part 13: Tea 🧸💞🧼

Part 14: Meetings 🧸💞

Part 15: Tears 🧸💞

Part 16: Nothing 🧸

Part 17: Happy 💞🧸

Drabbles, Oneshots, Side-Stories:

Simons Rut 🧼

Headcannons 💞🧸🧼

[queenuchiha89]

ohhh yes def need a part 4 with itachi and preg lil sister 🥺 maybe she hungrily gives him a very needy, messy blowjob, which turn him on so much he face fucks her before creampieing her sweet needy pussy 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 her belly ain’t that noticeable rn but it’s becoming rounder by the day and itachi wans more n more to breed her even tho she’s already pregnant? maybe sasuke starts using her creampied panties to jerk off? 😭plus bonus if sasuke know of sisters pregnancy? sorryyy i just having brainrot of this

The Uchiha brain rot be REAL! which is why my blog exists. 🤣 Totally love it! Ate and left no crumbs! Without further delay, I give you...

Part 4...

*** NSFW ***

*** 18+ MINORS DNI!! ***

*** TW. DARK CONTENT ***

*** TW. DARK CONTENT ***

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ the following story contains but is not limited to incest, voyeurism, dubcon, strong language, and other topics that some readers could potentially find offensive. Viewer discretion is STRONGLY advised!

Y/N looked at herself in the full length mirror in her bedroom, observing her body as it had began to change. She was beginning to show a little pudgy pouch just below her belly button, and her breasts were so sore and swollen. She ran her hand along the tiny bump in her lower belly, knowing full well that it was her older brother Itachi who was responsible. Something about this turned her on in the most disgusting way, but she couldn't resist her own thoughts. Somehow the taboo nature of the situation made it all the more erotic to her in her hormonal state. Y/N sighed and decided if she had to be her big brother's little fuck toy, why shouldn't he have to suffer too??

After changing into something thin and skimpy, she made her way down the hall to her big brother's room, knocking softly before entering. "Itachi... I was wondering if you could help me with something..." Y/N said leaning against the door frame. Itachi looked up "of cou-" Itachi's words fell away as he saw his sweet little sister standing there wearing nothing more than a thin white top, and a pair of black cotton booty shorts. "something wrong Itachi??" She replies and she closes his door behind him, and slowly walking over to the bed and sitting down next to him. Itachi looked her over, God she looked delightful. He cleared his throat "so what was it you needed hel-" before he could finish his question, Y/N pressed her lips against his, taking him off guard. He moaned into her kiss, savoring her sudden shift in attitude towards the whole endeavor. She breaks their kiss, looking deep into his big black eyes, and without warning, pushed him down onto the bed.

With a hungry Itachi had never seen from her before, Y/N pulled off his pants, his already stiff cock springing out and hitting her in the chin. She wasted no time, and greedily took every inch of his thick cock into her mouth. Itachi's head tilted back and a soft moan escaped his lips as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Drool coated his cock and balls as he watches his sweet litter sister choke and gag on his cock like a dirty little slut. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off his cock, gasping as she caught her breath. "All I can think about is knocking you up again. Filling up your sweet little pussy with my potent Uchiha seed. You're going to take this cock. Right. Now." He growled as he was swiftly on his feet and pulling her up off the bed.

Itachi forced Y/N's face down onto the bed, holding her head there as he pushed his aching cock deep inside her pregnant pussy, and she moaned in delight. "Fuck little sis, you're so much tighter now that you're pregnant with your big brother's baby..." He moaned thrusting deep inside her wet cunt, their moans and the wet slapping sounds of flesh on flesh filling the room and echoing off the walls. She couldn't take anymore and her body shivered as her pleasure was reaching its max. "itachi i-i can't take anymore! I-im gonna... Fuck!!" Y/N cried out as her walls gripped and pulled around Itachi's cock, milking every drop of his cum out of him. They both tremble against each other as they come down from their orgasms, and reveling in the afterglow of it all. "Next time sis... Just tell me you're hungry for big brother's cock... I'll feed it to you..." Itachi teased making her giggle slightly. She gets dressed and kisses Itachi before leaving the room. On the way to her's, she passes by Sasuke, his cheeks red and flushed. "Hey Sasuke..." She say as she enters her room, shutting the door behind her. Little did she know that Sasuke was struggling to hide his rock hard cock after listening to their encounter in Itachi's room. He quickly entered his room, shutting the door behind him. He quickly heads over to his bed taking a pair of stolen panties from the day before, his sister's juices still coating the crotch... And his older brother's cum. "Ugh... I have to say something but this... But...." Sasuke's hand disappeared inside his shorts. He would worry about that tomorrow....

To Be Continued...

A.N: I've been out of it y'all but trust me I haven't forgotten about you! That being said, my bad on the spelling and/or grammar errors, I will edit when I can. Enjoy! 🥰🥰🥰

[shirkers2018dirsanditan]

tbh to me the disabled fetus whatever abortion discourse is so ironic because the broadest possible understanding of eugenics (or racial hygiene) is the control of reproduction (both natalist and antinatalist) to cultivate a desirable population. what “desirable” means actually has varied historically in various eugenics schemes. the idea that women should be socially compelled to have children they don’t want to have (or “rethink” why they don’t want to have these children) for the sole purpose of guaranteeing a certain kind of population is……interesting

[burstingwithbellies]

For the longest while, I’ve just been so obsessed with doctors as a partner/baby daddy. Specifically, a domineering doctor who has full total control over my pregnancy.

Your doctor holds so much power over you, you know. Maybe even more so than your partner does. Yes, your partner knocked you up but your doctor would be the one to know everything about pregnancy, your particular pregnancy and your body. And they could easily determine decisions for you as well as demand something out of you if you are seeking their expertise. Nearly anything that comes out of a doctor’s mouth would go.

You and I could easily be misconstrued or be taken advantage of by the wrong doctor. I would be so vulnerable under my doctor’s rule…

A fantasy that has been occupying my mind for a long time now is my doctor, who is scanning my massive belly that’s just a few months along but already super heavy with many, many children (I don’t know how many yet but I can feel it’s a great deal), and he just keeps making this plethora of unprofessional, inappropriate remarks at me through my ultrasound, much to my humiliation.

“I can see you have been very busy…”

“My, my, look at how many there are. Couldn’t keep it down to one, could you?”

“You might need to invest in some bigger clothes. But only if you want.”

“Someone’s well-bred ~”

“I see that you can take on many babies, but I don’t see a single father of these children in sight,”

I whimper at each insult he throws at me, but I don’t stop it. I can’t. He’s my doctor; I need him to tell me what to do with all these babies. And it’s not like I could get up and storm off. The babies are really heavy and he did help me get into his office, so he would need to also help me out of it as well.

My physical examination with him gets a little too physical. Before my ultrasound, he feels around my belly with his hands. I shouldn’t argue with how he does his job, I can’t just do that, but, the examination had started to feel a little nefarious after a while.

He lingers on my gut for far too long. I can hear him whisper “Shit…” and “Fuck…” to himself as he cast his eyes over my ginormous, gravid tummy. He is grunting and his eyes are really capturing an image of all of me, but I am very huge, so....

And at some point, I see his pants pitch a tent.

And when he tells me I’m huge, I have to believe it. It was true, but I also knew that whether or not I was really big or not, I would have felt huge after he said that to me. I couldn’t deny whatever a doctor says. Hell, if he told me I’m big, I would have felt ten times bigger. He could tell me that I’m exactly 200 lbs, but I would still feel 1000, so many times even heavier when I heard come out of his mouth.

And as I grow more, I become more helpless to his advances and gave less effort to avoid them.

His hand, each time I visit, travels lower and lower to the underside of my belly; to where my crotch each day. He pats my ass now and talks about how plump I’m getting with my rapid weight increase. He gropes my breasts, plays with them and lies to me, saying that he’s ‘just checking to see if they’re growing accordingly.” But then, he teases me for how full of milk they are.

When I ask finally: “Do you treat all your patients like this?”

He would tell me “no” cause I’m special. I need to a doctor who makes me feel like this; a pathetic ball of babies and fat.

[terrence-silver]

Is Terry the type to baby trap his beloved or would he just let it happen

---

Depends vastly of the circumstances.

He adapts.

Ideally, I feel Terry would, much like anyone else under the sun pretty much, deeply want for his partner to want to have his children more than anything else. To thank him for the opportunity. To be grateful. To look forward to it with every ounce of their being. Heck, to even beg, if possible, so he can relish the act, the attention and the supremacy he has over another living person being so enamored with him. He wants to draw that out of them. Incentify them. Inspire them. Be the only man they'd ever conceive having offspring with. But, if push came to shove, and they were hesitating, showing signs of being willing to slip away from his grasp somewhere in the near or distant future (ha-ha, nice try), giving out mixed signals, being hot and then cold? Not being dedicated enough to him and a future legacy? Hey, extreme situations require extreme measures, right? And this extreme situation calls upon him to do just do what he wants to do and simply impregnate beloved and ensure they're tied to him permanently, one way or another, seeing as how he ain't willing to relinquish something he desires and covets. He's gonna secure beloved one way or another, morality flying out the window. He relishes in either outcome, you see --- be it consensual in nature or of more dubious circumstances, because it's all sport either ways and whatever the method, however dark, however disturbed, he'll come out victorious. On top.

The ends justify the means, after all.

Of course, he can very easily use the oldest trick in the book and humbly state that a slip up happened and that --- boom --- beloved ended up pregnant seeing as how they weren't diligent enough to mutually take good care; simply something that happens in the heat of the moment and the height of passion and beloved does makes him oh so passionate, he might say (something that isn't a lie whatsoever, nonetheless, it's a serviceable tool to sell this story believably) --- still, it's hilarious that a control oriented perfectionist and micromanager like Terry would ever subscribe to accidents and overlooking something so crucial, regardless, he'll gaslight, he'll sweetly manipulate, he'll convince, he'll blame the fact that beloved makes him so horny that contraceptives just became an afterthought for a moment there and it's all a big part of his baby trapping scheme. To hide the fact this wasn't an innocent slip up and that he very much planned this all along; a need that only gets stronger and more pronounced as Terry Silver ages, I feel. He might think he's old and that as such, he's willing to lie, cheat and scam if it means securing himself at least an ounce of happiness by any means necessary as fast as possible, because time's running out and he's back is against the wall and that's bullshit. He doesn't like his back against the wall. He bites when he's against the wall. It's now or never. All the stars aligned. Love and desire and that one chance he's not gonna let go, becoming more insidious and unpredictable than ever.

But that is, he's just as willing to gloat over what he's done.

I think he cannot resist gloating (which is often this man's downfall).

It's in his nature to highlight the perverse and evil things he's done.

Enjoy himself while doing it.

Beloved might be there with their newborn and Terry could very well be barely containing himself from just looking them straight in the eye and telling them that he's done what he's done because it was pre-planned that it would pan out like this all along because he always gets what he wants the way he wants it. Heck, the idea alone makes him hard with absolute rotten glee.

[lgbtlunaverse]

Payment for surrogacy gets really complicated because on one hand paying for it means most surrogates will end up being lower class women who need the money and will be easier to exploit, something which is rife in the current implementation of surrogacy, but on the other hand being pregnant is genuinely like body horror to me and I think that if you go through that for someone else you should get a billion dollars.

[diejager]

Pervy!Roommate!König

Pairing: Pervy!Roommate!Könif x fem!reader

Cw: DUB-CON/NON-CON, DARKFIC, smut, creampie, somnophilia, panty sniffing, panty stealing, peeking, stalking, rough sex, scent/musk kink, possessive behaviour, handjob, erotic fantasy, more to be added.

Parts:

New roommate

Deep sleep

Baby

Camera

Extra:

Lotion

Friend

Tits

Due Rent [male!reader]

[celes-irl]

i saw u comment about this on a post, i’m a lurker acc so i wasn’t gonna tag u, but why can’t a lesbian choose to get pregnant via artificial insemination? it’s not like they even have to interact with a man to get pregnant from that, and no one is doing artificial insemination because they like the feeling of it. i’m anti natalism and i think it’s best if women avoid getting pregnant and bringing children in to the world at all, but i don’t see how wanting to be pregnant means a woman can’t be a lesbian. it’s not like they’re literally having sex with a man, which, you know, is what sexuality is all about — who you have sex with and want to have sex with.

Gonna bite and treat it seriously:

Where does semen come from? a man or a woman? Men have to get aroused and then let that stuff go into some container and then later it's supposed to enter inside you….. yeah no.

Whether you know the man or not, you quite literally are having a man's baby. Coping and saying it's "yours and your gfs baby" is bullshit and meant to further dismantle the lesbian community. You are interacting with the man, his semen is interacting with your eggs. If you need to hear all about pregnancy and how it LITERALLY ALTERS THE WAY YOUR BRAIN FUNCTIONS then please go watch any mommy vlogger.

That right there is what hetero/bisexuals do. They reproduce. There have been 0 documented instances of homosexuals reproducing.

The root of "wanting to be pregnant" is wanting semen inside your vagina.

Also multiple (actual) lesbians I know have expressed visceral reactions to even the idea of themselves being pregnant. It's disgusting and completely out of our nature.

[absurdthirst]

Aftermath {Werewolf!Pero Tovar x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: Mentions of dub-con, monster fucking, pregnancy, mentions of masturbation, oral (female receiving), 

Comments: After the man named Pero shows up and declares that you have been claimed by the wolf, things change. Until the next full moon comes around again. 

A/N: Part of The Wolf Series

DEAD DOVE - DO NOT EAT: This is a monster fucking fic. If you can’t handle the fact that non-con is a part of this, please roll on by. 

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

It’s strange. Having this man, this virtual stranger around you. You were used to your relative isolation of just yourself and your garden. You hadn’t thought about how different it would be to know that there is a set of eyes on you, watching you closely. 

Your response to his claim over you had been very anti-climatic. You didn’t know how to feel about it, what to do about it. It was as if you were talking about someone else, another circumstance rather than your own. You had simply stood there, watching him carefully and wondering what he was thinking. His eyes were bright and tinged with that yellow that you were starting to understand was the wolf. 

After a few moments, he pulled his hand away. Turning and walking away, disappearing into the trees without another word and leaving you staring after him, jaw slack with shock and maybe a little disappointment. 

Had he really just….left? You half expected to wake up in your bed, haunted by the dark brown eyes of the stranger who had been on your doorstep. Staring at the brush and woods that he had disappeared into for far longer than you should have before you shook yourself out of your stupor. 

Maybe he had meant that the wolf had claimed you. Not him. The puzzle rolls around in your head over and over again as you turn and go back into your cottage, needing to dress, although you could walk around in your shift without worry. No one else was here and it wasn’t like you were expecting him back now that he had walked away. Maybe he had meant that the wolf would show up during the next full moon. 

You dress, the simple dress is nothing more than functional. Meant to be as easy to work in as possible. The chores of living by yourself were long, from hauling water and chopping wood, to weeding the garden and braiding ropes of onions and garlic to dry. Pinning your hair up, under a scarf to keep it neat and start your day. 

Since there is no meat to preserve, you decide that bread will be a good breakfast for you to have. Your stomach is slightly queasy, rolling and churning beneath your skirts. You tell yourself that it’s just in your head. You are feeling ill because he’s told you that you should feel ill. After all, your ma had been sick the entire time that she had been carrying the babe that had taken her in childbirth, God rest her soul. 

You had just missed your menses, which could be attributed to stress, or your ordeal. Although you know in your heart that it’s not something you would consider an ordeal. Not the way that you continuously think about that night. 

Bolting down the bites of bread, you decide that you will start with the woodpile. The day will be warmer again, making it easiest to chop and stack at the steadily growing line of wood that will keep your cottage warm and cozy during the upcoming winter. 

“What the hell are you doing!?” The shout comes from the edge of the woodline, right as you bring your axe up and makes you jump. 

The man, Pero, his eyes dark and his frown fierce as he rushes towards you has you stepping back and nearly dropping the weapon in alarm. 

He’s dressed. That’s the first thing that you manage to register. No longer are you seeing swaths of skin, his flaccid cock or the dark hair around his groin. He’s dressed in breeches that have seen better days, worn leather boots that have been broken in and molded to his feet. The linen shirt is worn thin, nearly translucent and patched in several places. He looks like he is missing something. Perhaps armor. 

He was a soldier…..You can see it in his gait. The way that he moves as he continues towards you. You imagine that scowl on his face and sword in his hand as he rushes across a field towards an enemy. 

His horse stays where the reins are dropped, the bags and bundles over back of the large stallion seemed to be numerous. Instead of studying that, your attention is focused on the frowning man in front of you as he reaches down and snatches up the axe and hoists it up to show you as if you had not just dropped it. 

“What are you doing?” He demands again, shaking the tool in his hand as if it had personally offended him. “You should not be cutting wood.” 

You blink, unsure of why he is so angry about you chopping wood. It is something you have done nearly everyday of your life since you were old enough to lift the axe. “Why?” You ask softly, not wanting to upset him. You warily trust him, but he is still a stranger. 

“The baby.” He growls as if you are daft for not thinking of it yourself. It’s true that you don’t know much about children or carrying one, but the women in the village that were consistently popping out little ones for their husbands were doing chores around the house right up until the day they gave birth. Including chopping wood. 

“It- I am not weak.” You protest, making him frown even harder at you. You don’t understand why you doing the chores you have always done matters so much to him. “I have to live. To cook, to wash clothes. I need firewood. To add to the pile for winter.” 

“I will do it.” Pero tells you, his tone flat and brokering no argument. “I will chop wood and haul water.” 

With that, he turns back to walk towards his horse, whistling for his onyx colored  to come forward. The beast obeys him, trotting forward as if it’s happily meeting his human and ducking his head down and butts it up against his shoulder. 

You hear him grumble to the stallion, words that are too low for you to hear but is must be some kind of affectionate complaint because he pushes the large head back but his hand is running over his muzzle before he grabs the reins and leads him into the clearing. 

“Okay then.” You huff to yourself, still unaware of what in the hell is going on. But obviously he wasn’t going anywhere. 

****

Twenty-eight days. Twenty-eight days since the morning after the full moon and waking up to find a naked man on your doorstep. Twenty-eight days since Pero Tovar had swept into your life and completely turned it upside down. 

He lives in your clearing. Not inside, no, he’s not even asked to sleep inside the cottage you live in. Instead, he has set up a shelter for himself just off to the side of the cottage, close enough that he can protect and yet far enough away that you didn’t feel stifled. 

It was a clean little area, you had to admit that. The small shelter that he had put up for his horse was better than his own accommodations. He slept under the stars and the canopy of trees on a bedroll by the fire that he kept going at night, often up later than you were. He was awake when you went to bed and he was awake when you woke up in the morning. Eyes watching as you went into your cottage or emerged from it. 

He didn’t say much but things were changing around your little cottage. Your woodpile was getting bigger every single day, more wood than you would have ever been able to cut by yourself. More dead fall dragged to the edge of the clearing by his horse, quickly chopped into manageable chunks and limbs cleared. You saw him split some for boards, no clue what he planned to do with them. 

Every morning water was sitting at the door when you woke up, already drawn from the river. In addition to the way that he had completed so many little tasks around your little home. The shutters that had been broken last winter were fixed and ready to cover the windows in another barrier against the snow and cold. His mere presence had detracted a number of animals from using your garden as their personal food source, saving your vegetables from being nibbled on. 

Still, he did not make demands of you. The silent way he went about working around your cottage had you wondering if he ever planned on talking to you much. Beyond asking you how you were or what you needed, he didn’t speak much. His words saved for the horse that was never too far away from him while he had started to build a much more permanent building off to the side of the clearing near his area. A barn. 

You had never imagined a barn, your little shelter for the chickens long since disassembled for firewood one year since you had no longer kept them. Maybe he had felt it was best for his horse, since the temporary shelter he had built for the large stallion was not meant for cold weather. 

The swinging of the axe or the beating of a hammer is constantly ringing out in your clearing. Driving you crazy with the rhythmic sound and the view. 

He works shirtless. Honestly the way that he moves makes you think he would be more comfortable simply being naked while he goes about building. Sweat and sunshine making his skin glow with a golden hue that has you craving to taste it. It’s kept you from paying attention to your weeding of the gardens more often than you would like as you stare. 

Still, he doesn’t touch you. Has not once laid his hands on your stomach since that morning weeks ago. You wonder if the rough hands that deftly handle the axe and hammer, turn gentle or commanding with his companion, would touch you any differently. You wonder how they would feel on your bare skin, grazing over your flesh and soothing the burning ache that seems to constantly be under the surface. 

Your sexual appetite is growing. Perhaps it’s because you have a shirtless man who is constantly putting on a show for you to enjoy. Perhaps it’s because of your pregnancy - you have confirmed that you are expecting. Your menses never arrived and the nausea persists in the mornings along with a new tenderness and swelling of your breasts. 

You dream of the wolf, of Pero. Sometimes the images are combined, the wolf becoming Pero or perhaps Pero becoming the wolf. Both of them touching you, tasting you, taking you. You have woken up feverish with an ache between your thighs so great that it makes you whimper. Wishing for relief that isn’t from your own hand. Since Pero had arrived, there has been no revisiting that spot, no trips down to the lake to bathe in the cool, clean water. Although he has hauled plenty of water for baths and washing. 

You want. You don’t know exactly what you want - well you do, but you can never admit that to the only other man for miles around. To voice something so wicked, so forbidden, seems like it would be impossible. You want to be taken again, to feel the fur at your back and the snarls of the wolf while he uses you. 

From your spot in the vegetable garden, pulling weeds and some of the carrots that are ready,  you don’t see where Pero has started heading your way. Too lost in thought and feeling feverish from the heat that is blooming inside your veins. Until the shadow falling over you had you peering up from your knees, looking into the dark eyes of the man who has been your companion over the past twenty-eight days.

“The moon is full tonight.” You blink, a fissure of fear and anticipation zips down your spine. You hadn’t been watching the moon, hadn’t been outside after you had said your goodnights to Pero and gone inside your cottage. You knew that it was coming up, but you hadn’t realized it was so soon. 

“Oh.” You continue to stare up at him, wondering if he will order you to stay inside the cottage, to bar the door. Something you hadn’t been doing since the second night he has been camped outside your door. Despite every bit of common sense screaming at you to be wary, you felt safe with him. “Tonight?” 

He nods, still staring at you. His eyes are dark and you still cannot tell what he wants from you, if anything. His intensity is slightly unnerving and yet it never makes you look away. Always staring back at him until something breaks the spell that is cast between you. Flickers of yellow, of him, always show up when the two of you stare at each other. 

“Okay.” You bite your lip, hating and loving the way that your cunt immediately starts to throb, gushing with arousal at the mere thought that the beast might be released tonight. You wonder if he can smell it now or if that is something that he could only tell when he was changed into the werewolf. 

“Don’t come outside until after I’ve changed.” He warns you seriously, his hands on his hips. “I’ve never been around someone, other than Bastard when I have been changing.” 

Bastard. Your eyes widen when you realize that he named his horse Bastard. Your lips threaten to curl up but you fight it, instead you just nod. “Of course.” Like you weren’t dying to know how it looked, how it sounded when he changed. You have hundreds of questions, none of them being answered so far. “Okay.” You murmur softly, watching him turn and walk away again, taking up his work again before the sun sets. 

****

Pacing in your cottage, you try to ignore the rising tension. He had urged you inside nearly twenty minutes before the sun had disappeared over the horizon. You wondered if he would change right as the sun went down or if it was when the moon shone down on him. You feel as if he doesn’t have control over when he becomes the creature. 

Wearing a grove in the boards of your floor, you keep looking towards the door, the bar up but the thick oak door firmly shut against the outside. All that stands between you and seeing what would happen if you were outside when he changed. 

It was telling that you were already in your shift, stripped down. Bare beneath the thin muslin. If it didn’t give you away, you would walk out naked again. To see if the same thing from nearly four months ago would replay if you step out that door and face the creature who had planted its spawn in your womb. 

The sunlight slips over the horizon and the twilight starts to darken the cottage. The light giving way to darkness and the shadows looming from the flickering of the hearth. Your ears straining to hear anything beyond the crackling of the fire. 

There’s nothing. The silent sound of your feet on the wood and the rapid beat of your heart is all your heart as the minutes tick by, twisting your hands together as you wait. You wait. Until you hear it. 

The loud grunt, a cry, has your head whipping towards the door. Stepping closer to it almost involuntarily as your heart speeds up. You hear cracking, a sickening crunch and a nearly inhuman sound of pain. It sounds horrible, making you pause before you take another step closer. Drawn to it, as a loud growl rips out and travels through the walls of the cottage, straight to your ears. 

Long minutes pass, each one filled with sounds, grunts, cries, snarls. Until there is a loud thud and silence. By this time you are up against the door, your hand on the lever to let yourself out. Frozen and nearly faint with adrenaline, feeling like you first had when you spotted the beast four months ago. 

A howl makes you jump, a gasp breaks out of your mouth and your entire body trembles at the loud, calling of the wolf. It’s close, right outside the door and if you just pulled on it, you would be face to face with the creature. The werewolf that has haunted your dreams for months. 

This is it. Once that door opens, things change. Again. Now that it’s here,  you are half afraid that you are going to chicken out. That you are going to turn around and dive back into your bed and hide until the dawn breaks. 

You hear a new sound, a scratching, loud and against the seam of the door. Followed by another sound, making you envision claws, the ones that had been dug into the earth by your head, scraping down the thick barrier between you and the beast. Sniffing and shuffling outside that you can’t see, making you wonder if he’s trying to get into you. 

Taking a shuddering breath, you rip the door open and stare with wide eyes out into the night. Coming face to face with the wolf. 

If you had thought he was massive that night, from a distance by the lake, then he was enormous now. He filled the doorway, took up space to where there was no getting by him. His head was large, making you understand how you had felt like it could have torn you apart with those teeth. 

Yellow eyes bore into yours, watching you with the same intensity that Pero does, and you want to think that you see the man underneath the creature, but you can’t. You don’t see anything but the massive wall of muscle and sinew, claws and razor sharp teeth. Making you swallow and you hazard a look down to see if you can find that particular part of his anatomy that has been on your mind.

It’s no more than a few seconds before your eyes are locked with his again, your entire body feeling as if it is on fire. You wonder if it is always that big in this state, or if it is hard again. He’s obviously smelled you like Pero had said he smelled you the night that you were at the lake, although you are not breedable anymore. 

There is a rumble in his chest, one that makes your heartbeat spike again. Pick up in reaction to the very primal noise. Unsure of what it means as the slight shift of the creature brings him closer. He’s crowding you, towering over you and it’s only a reaction to that when you step back. Pull away from him. 

He growls, low and deep. Making you freeze again like you had the night that he had been trying to line his cock up to sink into your smaller body. Your cunt clenches and you feel the rush of heat in your core. Making you wish you could slide your thighs together for friction, but you don’t dare to move again. 

Until he ducks his head, barely fitting his wide shoulders through the door of your cottage, your eyes widen when you realize he’s coming inside. Realistically, you know he’s been in this space, you had woken up in your bed and there was no way you had walked yourself into your home that night. You know he had carried you into your cottage and laid you down on your bed instead of leaving you on that mossy forest floor. 

Inhaling harshly, you take another step back, giving him room and watching as he seems to grow even larger as he pushes into your space. Luckily the cottage had a high pitched roof so he could avoid hitting his head, although he didn’t stretch to his full height. Instead he dropped down to all fours and prowled closer. Edging towards you slowly as a predator stalks prey. 

You don’t know what makes you wetter, the fact that you know how he feels inside you, or the fact that it could happen again. Shame would be the prevalent feeling in your body if it weren’t spiked with adrenaline and still the slight edge of fear. You’ve wondered about the beast for months, obsessing over it since Pero’s arrival and now it’s here. 

His eyes still pin you down with their gaze, making the shallow breaths you are taking ring loudly in your ears. Until he is right in front of you. His head is still to your breast, the mass of him an immovable object between you and the door. 

He doesn’t pounce, doesn’t attack you. There is no chase because you are already caught. Instead his nose comes down, presses against your belly and there is a loud sniff. Making your eyes widen in wonder. Can he smell the baby now, can he smell your arousal? You know he can but his nose presses against your skin through your shift and moves every few seconds. Seemingly inhaling the scent of your body and the offspring in your womb. 

Another growl, low and rumbly against your skin. And a small whine? You don’t know where to put your hands, even though you want to touch the fur. To see if it was as soft as it looks. If the ears were sensitive like the few hounds you pet when you are in town. Instead of finding out, you hold your hands at your side, curled into fists, watching as he does exactly what he wants.

Minutes tick by, the sounds of his exploration of your stomach and your heartbeat are the only things that you can hear. Nothing else exists beyond that. This werewolf nuzzling your stomach and poking at it with its snout as if it were the most common thing in the world. 

Until his head ducks down, bumping at your legs and pushing you back. Growling at you and nearly knocking your feet out from under you. You don’t know exactly what he wants, but you don’t want to fall, so you slowly sink down to your knees, wondering what is happening. 

The second your knees are on the wooden planks of the floor, his head hits your shoulder, knocking you flat on your back. Making you sprawl out on the worn smooth wood and gasp when you see him looming over you. This is different, you can see him. See the yellow eyes when his mouth lowers, his tongue sliding out to press against your pulse that is hammering in your throat. 

Claws click and scratch against the floors, braced on either side of your head and you’d be lying if you didn’t acknowledge that the little whimper that escapes you is mostly arousal. Only a tinge of fear coloring it. 

You don’t move, don’t breathe as the wolf continues to peruse your body. Sniffing and poking, making your bite your lip when you feel him at your crotch. The wet slide of his nose dragging against the material and pressing up against you. Pushing his head down until your cunt clenches and you whimper again. 

His head comes up, yellow eyes finding yours again for another second before the great beast throws his head back, rearing up to his haunches and howling as loud as he had that night when he was driving his cock deep into your core. 

When he lowers his head, the flurry of movement makes you yelp out. Thrown off guard by the quickness in which he moves, down your body and suddenly the way that your cunt throbs is answered. 

Your cry is loud, surprised and yet needy when you feel his teeth on the thin fabric of your shift, ripping it open and the massive shoulders wrench your thighs apart. You shiver, goosebumps breaking out over your entire body when you feel his hot breath against your equally heated cunt, cooling the wet folds and making you whimper. 

His tongue, oh fuck you hadn’t expected his tongue. You should have, but your eyes spring open wide and you give a strangled cry when the wolf’s rough tongue swipes over the sensitive cunt that is aching between your thighs. 

His growl makes you close your eyes tight again, trembling when he makes another pass, licking your little bundle of nerves. The breadth of his tongue managing to engulf your entire sex with its wide strokes. Making your hips jerk up and your knees try to close around his head but the shoulders wedged between them makes that impossible. Gasping at how wickedly good this feels even though it’s not the punching drilling of his cock you had craved. 

It’s indulgent, like the wolf is licking clean every bit of meat and gristle from a kill, that’s how targeted his tongue is. Over and over as it laps at your cunt and makes pleasure race down your spine and make your hole flutter and clench around nothing. Wishing you dared to speak out and beg that he stuffs you full. 

Until that tongue pushes inside you. Back bowing up off the floor in surprise and your hand striking out blindly and landing on thick, soft fur under your fingertips. Making you whine when your fingers curl into the tufts and the wolf growls, pushing his tongue deeper and feeling like he’s touching the back wall of your cunt. Just like he had been hammering against it with that cock buried inside you. 

The beams of your roof are all you can really see, black dots spotting your vision every time that tongue curls and twists inside you. Stealing the air from your lungs and causing the softest squeaks to push from your lips while he tastes you. Growls vibrate your core and you feel it deep in the pit of your stomach, tightening that knot that is growing even tighter. 

Your hips rock down on their own, chasing the deep plunge of his tongue when he folds it back. Trying to fuck yourself on a werewolf’s tongue. Needing the sweet, sharp snap of release. Your next breath is sobbing, shuddering as you exhale. Trying to keep yourself from yanking on the creature’s fur. Not sure how the beast would react to it. 

His shoulders shove your legs apart wider, his tongue pulling out of you and lapping at your cunt even harder. Licking into you like a starved hound until your entire body stiffens. 

Your vision goes white, the scream that echoes in your ears is sharp, short. Seeped from your lungs and then extinguished by the pure pleasure that pours from you. Flooding your veins and making your entire body shudder and buck up against the wide tongue still lapping at you frantically. Pushing you through it until your entire body slumps on the floor of your cottage and with a low whine, the creature pushes his tongue back inside your fluttering walls. Nails scratching against the floor while he curls it up again and huffs into you, apparently pleased with the slick that you are flooding his taste buds with. 

Long seconds pass before you slowly come back to yourself. Panting and trying to uncurl your fingers from the iron tight grip you have in his fur. Joints aching as you slowly release them from the locked position and gently petting the soft, short hair that covers his head and ears. 

Only when his tongue pulls out of you again and swipes at your cunt one last time do you look down. Yellow eyes staring intensely at you for a moment, a hint of something you want to say is pride in their depths before he is looking away again, his head lowering and scrubbing along your stomach above your mound. Rubbing against your womb and that deep, rumbly sound starts up again. 

It’s surreal, laying on the floor spent from an orgasm with a werewolf nuzzling against your belly. Perhaps scenting you with himself, or just trying to get close to the thing he had planted in your womb months ago. The aftermath of that night still resonates through you, just like the slow clench of your cunt from the aftershocks of your pleasure. 

MasterList

[letstalktea]

I want a plant person to keep me in dol, just take me back to its clearing where all the other plant people are and have them use me as their breeding bitch to keep stuffed full of cum and kids.

I cannot lie, I would be more than happy to be a nice little seedbed for some sexy plant people (I imagine it's similar to the wolves where you get shared because plants are not territorial about who their pollen comes from).

They've fed you so much nectar, gotten you so addicted to the sweet sap that drips from their lips, that you come around the forest everyday for another taste of the thick syrup you can no longer live without. You wrap your arms around their necks, let their vines probe at your cunt/ass while they kiss you so deeply the sap runs straight down your throat. Feeling you moan into the kiss as you beg for even more of them. By the time they pour plenty of warm seed inside of you and pull away, you're a mess who can't even stand up to walk away. You'll be back again tomorrow, so why not just bring you with them? It'll be so much safer than leaving you out for anyone to find.

They set you down in the clearing where everyone can see the load they pumped inside of you. You can smell the air thick and heavy with nectar, semen, and pussy juice. It's enough to make you cum without being touched. They all watch in wonder at the human so addicted to them that you've already started spreading your legs to offer them a warm place to dump their seed. All in exchange for a little of the nectar that they could offer you.

They take turns breeding you, making sure every single one of your holes is stuffed at all times. Your belly is so round and fat with their cum, the light in your eyes gone and replaced by your face twisted in endless pleasure. You've become the perfect little seedbed for them. They will make sure to keep you that way.

[rapeculturerealities]

Arizona inducing labor of pregnant prisoners against their will

[ask-the-sexyman-squad]

wait wait are the twins moving, can I feel, can I can I can I

*reaches for DT* :3

//TW: blood smears/stains/splatters, and weapons under the cut. Carry on! <3//:

...oh lord: what a mess...

Yeah...it's best you don't touch a Sexyman, especially if they're pregnant. Then you'll have a dashboard of them coming to kill you greet you with their presence violently. Anon...what the hell went through your brain to think you could get away with this?

You went against three demons, one of them as a father-to-be, two guys with literal axes, a shapeshifter with strong survival instincts whose already protective enough as is, and a teenage girl who may look like she wouldn't hurt a fly, but has experience with a softball bat. That was not a smart move.

------------------------------//BONUS//---------------------------------

"DAD! Dad, dad, dad, dad, I did it! I did it!"

She seemed to be eager...but she was freaking out internally. How were momma and daddy gonna react? Then again...she would never tell them this happened. She didn't kill the anon: she was too scared for that! Alastor, Bill, DT, Ghirahim, Once and Mordecai took care of it...yet adrenaline filled her. Being non confrontational meant that she never started fights...but she was glad she and her found family finished this one.

"Yes you did, Little Miss Sunshine! I've never been prouder...but let's never do that again, alright?"

"That's fine with me!"

"Very good: now get yourself cleaned up, honey. I'll take care of the body."

"YOU ARE NOT EATING THE ANON!"

"...damnit."

So much for a good meal...

[isawthismeme]