THIS IS A KINK BLOG. If you are under 18, you are not supposed to be here.
Previous URL: Empragnus, switched over to a primary account for roleplaying/organization.
About me: This is going to be mostly an Mpreg fetish blog, but I may post or reblog content fantasizing about parenthood as well . I do NOT sexualize children or babies. Making and caring for babies with my adult partner are both part of the fantasy contained here for me. I am turned on by the idea of getting my partner pregnant and watching him give birth, but completely asexually enamored with the idea of everything that proceeds that.
More about me under the cut.
Call me Johnny. I’m male, in my late 20’s, gay, married but not monogamous. I am making this blog because of a dream I had recently that my husband was pregnant with my child and it made me feel emotions I can’t even explain. I have been so disgustingly affectionate toward him ever since. I haven’t been able to keep my hands off of his tummy; I just start rubbing it every time we’re alone together. He doesn’t seem to mind, he thinks I’m being playfully affectionate—says he feels like one of our cats when I do it, but he doesn’t realize I’m imagining our baby curled up inside the soft fuzzy round of his belly. I’m a little sad that it’s never going to be a reality. I’m a little ashamed, he doesn’t know I have an impregnation/breeding/pregnancy/mpreg/labor/birth kink and I never mention it (it’s weird, I think, to be a gay man and want to get someone pregnant this badly, especially since I don’t realistically want children in real life).
I just want to put a baby in a beautiful sensitive man, watch his tummy stretch and grow, dote on him, kiss and rub his baby bump, go out to get him whatever he’s craving at any time of day or night, put my hands on him in amazement when he tells me the baby is kicking, watch him struggle to move around with the weight of my child inside him, see him panting and flushed in labor, hold his hand and lovingly encourage him through the pain of giving birth, and see him in tears, overcome with emotion upon holding our baby for the first time. To be overwhelmed and exhausted by early parenthood, bottles, diapers, and sleepless nights, but content, in love, and proud of ourselves for creating something so special together. Seeing my husband like this in my dream has made me realize how badly I wish this could all be a reality, and I hope making this blog helps satisfy some of that yearning.
Roleplay: I have never roleplayed on Tumblr before, but I would like to find a partner to do so with here. I would strongly prefer to play the impregnator/partner to the carrier, but I can be flexible. It goes without saying but trans men are men and I would be just as eager to roleplay with a trans carrier as I would with a cis carrier. I mostly like mpreg, but I would be open to roleplaying fpreg with the right partner.
My tastes are fairly vanilla as far as roleplay goes. I may also write some "fanfiction" (or rather, just fiction) about my fantasies.
My preferences are under the cut!
Happy to get to know you fellow baby daddies and baby mamas.
Oop it’s been so long I have multiple deactivated accounts in my DMs. Sorry! This kink kinda comes and goes for me I suppose. Sometimes the thought of having a child in this present moment is so disturbing to me I can’t even twist a sexy narrative out of it, but sometimes the instincts override my reason. Anyway, I’m full of sap and honey right now and in spite of it all, I’d like to make that boy’s belly so very round.
We lie in bed, face to face. His belly sticks so far out, we can hardly cuddle this way. With his protruding navel against mine, I struggle to press my lips to his. Laughing, we settle for spooning— a safe choice, and a comforting one. He turns, and I wrap my hands around the fuzzy mound of a tummy which holds our child. His hands brush my own, pressing them more firmly into himself. Suddenly, we both feel it: the stirring of tiny limbs beneath his flesh. A sharp kick to our hands. I gasp, and he chuckles with surprise. You are making yourself known. I rub your papa’s belly and I kiss his shoulders, filled with gratitude for the gift he is giving me. Your daddies cannot wait to meet you.
I want it to be deeply affectionate and primal. I HAVE to knock you up. Plant my seed in you. Continue my line. But I'll stay by your side the entire time. Cuddle you, spoil you, provide for you. All with the exciting knowledge that I've marked you in the most permanent and intimate way possible. Your belly swelling, hips widening, breast ready to do what they are ment to. How wonderful it would be..
Conclusion: human evolution has always depended in part upon some unassuming father’s ability to literally backflip his child out of the jaws of death.
I fuck him with the gentle intensity of a man on a mission: to put my baby inside him. With every thrust he gasps and moans for it, begging me to impregnate him. We edge closer and closer to that sweet, gratifying moment where we both release our tension. He arches his back and his eyes flutter closed with waves of pleasure, and I follow, fucking him to the hilt of my cock and depositing my seed as deep within him as I can, letting no drop go to waste. He catches his breath as I soften inside, aftershocks of his orgasm causing him to twitch. Nine months later he will be breathless again as he births my child, the darling baby we always wanted, into this world.
My fixation on wanting to get my husband pregnant is back with a vengeance. I can’t stop rubbing and laying on his belly. He has put on some weight in the past year and most of it goes to his soft round fuzzy tummy.
I fondle him so much he’s starting to get self-conscious. He told me he wants to get in shape last night and I want to respect his wishes, but I made sure he knew I thought his current shape was gorgeous.
Had a dream last night that I was pregnant and about to give birth, and it horrified me, I’ve been shaken up all day. That settles whether or not that’s part of the fantasy for me and it’s solidly not, lmao. I felt all this shame about people seeing me pregnant, and terrified about going into labor which seemed like it could happen at any moment. My overwhelming thought the whole time was “how did I let this happen?!” (Rather than, how did this even happen in the first place?)
Does it make me a bit of a sadist to want to see my husband like that? 🤔
