23/F Minors, DNI.

forest creature with a thing for breeding! cute hikers beware

kinks include:

pregnancy (fluff, hyper, stacking, stuckage/immobility, occasionally rapid but not often)

monsterfuckery (it’s me, i’m the monster)

vore stuff is all gonna go to my sideblog @observore

AGEPLAY MIGHT COME UP. i’ll make sure to tag it. don’t like it, then block and move on.

It's subtle at first, just barely brushing against your backside as if to test your reaction. You know you should feel outraged that someone would dare touch a stranger on the train, let alone a pregnant one, but their fingers are gentle, and you're honestly starved for contact. So you don't say anything. You keep your gaze fixed firmly ahead, silently waiting to see what they will do next.  

The stranger wastes no time in growing bolder, the hand sliding over the curve of your ass and rubbing it almost appreciatively. They shift from one cheek to the other, cautiously testing the shape of it before giving your bottom a careful squeeze.  

It's enough to steal the breath from your lungs. Who are they? You know you should be protesting, should be drawing away, should be calling them out for the impropriety, but it feels so good. As shameful as it is to admit it, you don't want them to stop.  

So you keep standing there, your arms wrapped protectively around your swollen abdomen, and continue letting them fondle you.

It takes everything you've got not to cry out when that hand dips between your legs, cupping you where you so desperately want to be touched. No one's touched you like this since the night you got knocked up, and your body craves pleasure like your lungs crave air. You can feel the flush creeping up your neck and face when their fingers start to move, following the line of your growing arousal before beginning to stroke you right through your trousers.  

You lose track of the crowd, of the stops, of the lurching motions of the train. All you can think about is the way those fingers are pleasuring you right here in the open while you have no idea who they belong to.  

You want to lean back into them and breathlessly beg them to keep going. You want to unbuckle your trousers and let them slide their hands beneath the fabric to touch you directly. You want to invite them back to your place to finish the job, to bend you over your bed and pound your greedy hole until you can't see straight to make up for all these sexless months. 

You want--

The train jerks to a stop at what can only be the main station. The hand between your legs tries to draw away as the crowd begins to disperse, but you instinctively squeeze your legs together to trap it in place. "My stop's next," you frantically whisper, hoping against hope that they can hear you over the din. "Follow me home? Please?"

There's no verbal response, but those glorious fingers begin moving again, and that's good enough for now. 

-traveling priests in rural Asian territories get impregnated by vengeful spirits they couldn't banish

-high priest(ess) gets impregnated by a competing god. What would their own god do if they found out their own priestess spread their legs for a different god?

-impregnated by a Fae. Enough said

-sailor who doesn't believe in mythical beings ends up being a breeder to mermaids or a kraken etc

-summoning some kind of devil figure to make a deal, ends up they want the human to carry their baby

-bred by a local crypid but no one believes its an inhuman thing in there

-rumors say the ancient enemies on the battlefield are being led by a demigod. Turns out they are indeed, part god... and they take an enemy to be their breeder of giant, godly children

-the gods are furious at someone's hubris and give them their choice of tortures. "Serving" the gods sounds like the least strenuous, but turns out their idea of servitude involves a full womb

-the classic "human sacrifice gets bred instead of dead"

- missionaries in asian territories is INTERESTING. trying to preach to a bunch of nonbelievers when the beings you insist they shouldn’t believe in are rounding out your belly

- the myth of medusa but horny tbh

- getting caught up in the Wild Hunt and used as a fucktoy by an archfey, ending up with a belly full of rambunctious changeling children. having to explain to the village midwife/wise person what happened. getting sensitivities to the sidhe’s weaknesses (iron, salt, etc) and cravings for honey, wild blackberries, the finest wines.

- mermaids leading an endangered species protection and repopulation initiative for the atlantic kraken. big squirmy belly

- so my bf and i. have had a faustus/mephistopheles fixation for a few years. Christopher Marlowe is sleeping easy in his grave with this one.

- this one’s just me. no matter how much you try to prove my existence, or even the fact that the young in your belly are tiny versions of me, the photos (and ultrasounds) always come out a bit too blurry.

- demigod genghis khan type figure who just knocks up as many wives and malewives and concubines as he can and let’s them form their own society where he’s barely present except for occasionally returning with new recruits

- your womb becomes the gods’ playground, where they create weird new creatures and monsters to unleash on those that displease them. a hero on a quest from a dissenting, merciful god is tasked with setting you free

Walking in public, people can’t help but grope you and drag you into a nearby alley to fuck you full of their own seed. You let yourself be taken by strangers everywhere you go, the demonic cum festering inside you having turned you into a desperate whore. Milking cocks of all their cum is all you want. You barely make it a couple steps before someone pulls down your pants and starts fucking you again.

The strangest part is no one seems to care about the public fucking. Whatever demon magic within you has made the occurrence of getting fucked and filled over and over something as mundane as waiting for the bus. That is to say, no one batted an eye as you came once more around some strangers cock.

By the time you get home, your clothes are utterly ruined. Underwear, long since discarded. Your pants and inner thighs are covered in dried cum. You rub your legs together, distraught. You had tried to be so good and keep all the cum inside, but alas. You’ll have to remember to bring a plug with you tomorrow.

Your shirt faired no better, it’s covered in sweat and digging into your belly from how bloated with cum you’ve become. It almost seems to sway with the thick fertile semen freely sitting inside.

Your succubus just laughs at how “used” you look before bending you over and breeding you full again.

- Evil

ASFSADHHSF I LOVE THIS.

I love free use and the idea of being a public fucktoy for people to get off in. You don't need demon magic, draining cocks is all I want NOW!!

So way back in 2019, @seananmcguire and @tkingfisher (and also later @kbspangler) got into a whole poetry/rap battle involving the poor Mari Lwyd (played by Seanan) just trying to get some cheese from Ursula's stores. This went on for a few years, and I can't find transcribed sources, only screenshots.

So, with X/Twitter being What It Is, I wanted a text source to exist. CW for food, alcohol, and all the caps, and full credit to the authors. If you want the original source it's here.

pain in my hips/lower back from my pelvis spreading

having trouble standing up/sitting down

belly itching/burning from the skin stretching

unintentionally leaking milk

baby movements visible through my belly

intense pressure when the baby is low

deep waddle and difficulty walking

being bedridden (hopefully)

ultrasound where I find out I’m having twins or triplets (hopefully)