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hush-writes-preg · 6 months
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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
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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.
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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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ftmpreg1 · 5 months
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Birth in the Woods
Excited to say that yesterday I gave birth to a healthy baby boy in the woods, made possible by my amazing midwife @rowan-sawyer.
It has been a dream of mine to deliver in the woods at some point, and they were open to that idea from the start and did what they could to enable that plan. We drove up to the trailhead as soon as I started having contractions, and it was only a short hike out to the location I had picked. They came prepared with any equipment we might need (and of course back up plans for emergencies!). I chose a beautiful spot with a grassy clearing and a clean, cool creek.
I labored on the grass for a while, standing, until my water broke. I got into the creek and labored there until I was nearly fully dilated, and then moved onto the grassy clearing again. I got ready to deliver on my knees, mirror between my legs to let me watch. It was such a sensual and beautiful experience.
My midwife was incredible - they were so hands on, gave me all the massage and stimulation I needed. When I began pushing, I delivered the baby's head into my hand, and orgasmed in the process. I felt so connected to my body, so peaceful. It was an amazing experience of becoming a father (yet again!). Another few pushes and baby was out, another orgasm as the body slid out of me and into my arms, and I got to watch it all!
I'm so grateful to @rowan-sawyer for such an amazing birth experience! If anyone has any questions about giving birth like this, my inbox is always open!
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mittysins · 6 months
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Agender Baphomet inspired demon goat jumpscare.
Big teeth, big horns and occasionally, big belly.
This is Sabbath (They/He/She)
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roundrabbit · 1 year
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Big belly good... But also little, round, almost-hideable-but-not-quite bellies also cute. Especially when someone can juuuust manage to pass it off as chub, the shape. Great for denial situations but also sometimes its just cute when they carry compact...
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ftmbreeding46 · 26 days
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You had a few one night stands, you were feeing adventurous and at the same time weren’t using protection. The combination of them pulling out and you using T was surely enough right?
You thought so too but clearly not as a few weeks later you felt constantly bloated and out of curiosity took a pregnancy test and then a few more.
All positive.
Seemingly soon after your body quickly started to change, you began showing very quickly and by 15 weeks you already had quite the prominent bulge.
Your hormones quickly went haywire. One day returning from work on the crowed train you were squished in like sardines, the train shook and before you lost your balance a guy in front helped you remain steady.
One of his hands held your shoulder, but the other held your bump, him not fully realising what he had done. Your eyes meet and an instant spark of something began burning behind your eyes. You press your belly against him and soon as you got back home with him, your clothes were off you were being bred passionately for hours on end.
By the time he was done, your belly felt bigger due to his loads and you made sure he felt loved and he had given it back. He didn’t leave the next night, wanting to be as close to you two as possible.
10 weeks later and he moved in. Taking you to your next ultrasound. You looked like you were nearly due despite you still just being a bit over halfway.
You knew there and then that you’d go overdue, and you were gonna love every second with your new found hubby…
I have nothing to add 😍
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growingswelling · 1 year
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Trans guy who thinks he’s unable to get pregnant so he sleeps around a lot. But he’s actually hyper fertile and each guy he slept with left a baby in his belly. Soon he’s swelling up and showing, but he thinks it’s just a side effect of Testosterone. 5 months in he’s huge, none of his clothes fit and he’s constantly rubbing his belly. This just attracts more men and without knowing it he’s just going to keep getting bigger. 8 months pass and he can feel movement inside him constantly now, he can’t deny he’s pregnant anymore and finally has an ultrasound. He’s expected 11 separate babies from different men and each has a different due date…
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trashprinceward · 3 months
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Ok so, this picture isn't particularly intimate or graphic, but I'm gonna put this under a cut because there are still people out there who are transphobic about trans men being pregnant, treating it as 'cursed' or as memes.
So, under the cut, is a pregnant thrall John. I'm not tagging this, so if y'all can be supportive about this, I'd appreciate it. =)
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So I've said it before but, Idk whether it’s an affinity for a certain narrative device, me wanting to explore certain elements of the transmasc experience, or if it actually is just a tangential kink of some kind, but I do very much enjoy the idea of the whole ‘pregnancy to carry the antichrist’ trope, and yes that very much does extend to John, both as Thrall John and King John. So yeah, take that information as you will.
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dezmodusrotundus · 9 months
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self explanatory sketch WIP inspired by a post on my main <333
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hush-writes-preg · 6 months
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You were in your freshman year of college when you realized that some schools had a whole other definition of 'bench warmer'.
You'd always interpreted it to mean that you were just a reserve player, but the rest of the team saw you as a convenient way to get rid of a little tension. Instead of sitting on the bench, you often found yourself bent over it with one of the other guys buried inside of you. Even the coach took advantage of your position once in a while.
Needless to say, you soon needed to pull out of active play for the rest of the season due to 'medical reasons'. But you still got to keep your spot on the bench, and the rest of the guys really seemed to appreciate your growing curves.
Too bad you have no idea whose kid you've got in your belly.
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ftmpreg1 · 1 month
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FTM seeking birth RP!
My DMs are open for anyone interested in a birth RP! I'm a trans man (FTM) and love labor and birth RP. I lean more towards erotic/sexual/sensual births but I'm happy to talk through a scenario that works! No misgendering/detrans/nonconsent stuff.
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imhavingababy · 2 years
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New blog announcement!
Hello everyone! Welcome to @preggodaddy959 ‘s pregnancy and birth rp blog! 
After doing the really fun “real time” pregnancy and birth rp this summer, I decided to keep it going indefinitely, but on the side so I could keep things a little cleaner. As such you’ll see me cross-posting the original posts from there to here. 
What happens going forward? Well, I’m not trying to get pregnant again, but I’m not... not trying either, if you catch my meaning. ;) 
Any questions you can hmu here or at my main blog. Thanks for reading and hopefully joining me on the journey! 
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toywomb · 5 months
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ahh all the gifs of birthing are so hot I didn't know how sexy it would be, the full belly the spasms the pushing 🖤💖
Right? Like I know irl it's a Very Painful experience but I can't help but drool thinking about it, and watching videos. I'm a bit of a sadist too so watching people sobbing and moaning in pain makes me really wet.
They knew this was their fate the moment that little positive came up on the pregnancy test, but nothing prepares them for the pressure and exhaustion. The pain that seemingly doesn't end, and even inbetween contractions they can't really relax because they know another one is coming. Desperate for relief from the growing baby splitting their pelvis apart, heavy and huge. They know it's what their body was made for, but god it's so much and it hurts so bad their mind is blank aside from the frenzied need to push 🤤
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ftmbreeding46 · 23 days
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Fast forward to 8 and half months. Simply entering the room I’m hit with the shock of your belly size. You look like your should have given birth a month ago and yet you still had some cooking time left. The movements inside were erratic.
I wasn’t concerned until I saw one of them move, or should I say slither into view against your bellies skin. It certainly wasn’t human.
From that moment on I was by your side 24/7. I just hope when you get closer to your due date that I can help.
I decide to due an ultrasound and find nearly 5 fully grown beings inside your womb…and seemingly they were ready to lower your womb at any moment. Just waiting for their home to shift downward and let your belly drop.
I can't believe how enormous I am. My naked belly hangs out of my shirts, and my chest threatens to burst the buttons. I now know that I can't be carrying human babies, the movements are so strong they make me groan and cry out. I can feel them slithering inside of my womb, pushing my belly beyond its limits. I'm completely at the mercy of my inhuman brood. I don't know how much more I can swell...
When you give me my ultrasound, I'm in shock. I knew they weren't normal babies, but it hadn't hit me just how huge they are or what they would look like. I'm scared to labour, knowing I'll have to push each full grown creature out of my poor little cunt. I wonder how it will feel when they drop... maybe my belly will hang below my knees...
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feralkat · 1 year
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(To Dakota)Sweetie, how long has it been since you were turned? How long have those things been happening?
Dakota, blushing and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly: Ummm, since like... Well, Chance and I officially 'mated' when I came home on Spring break and that's when I was actually turned but now that I think of it most of the weird stuff didn't start until a couple weeks after that...
Uh, either way that was back in March and it's almost December so... it's been a few months. Really all that's bothering me now is how tired I feel most of the time and, okay, I can't say that I love the super bloated look for me, either. Chance says he thinks the tummy is cute but I dunno... I'm surprised no one has asked if I'm pregnant.
Oh well, I'm sure it'll all be fine. I'm about to be on my way home for Thanksgiving and if anything really concerning happens I can ask Chance's family about the werewolf related stuff.
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woetoy · 10 months
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*gets the cute cow boy pregnant in a t4t way*
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otter-pup · 4 months
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god i need to be massively, ridiculously pregnant rn and it’s so rude that im not
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