Look at you! How much you’ve grown! All nice and pretty for me. For the first few months you just wear your own clothes, then you upgraded to mine. You used to wear my hoodie all the time because it was comforting, but now you do it out of necessity, your growing curves stopping all your old clothes from fitting. Then, when it was finally time to get you some maternity clothes, I did the shopping for you. I said it was because I wanted to care for you, which was true, but it also allowed me to get clothes meant for a woman a few months earlier along than you. I got perfect clothes that managed to accentuate your curves and show you off just how I wanted. Sure they were tight and maybe a little bit uncomfortable for you, but I couldn’t love them more.
I treated you like a queen. I would take you out on dates wherever you wanted, just so I could show you off. I got you all the foods you were craving so that you could be that much softer and maternal. and I made you feel sexier than ever with every passing day. Now, there was no ulterior motive there. I truly did think you were exceptional. You looked like a goddess the more you grew. As time went on it became obvious that pregnancy suited you. As your belly got more full with my children, that you were doing such a good job carrying for me. Like a good housewife.
Every time you doubted yourself I would treat you and show you just what I thought of all the changes your body was going through. All the change that I caused. All the change that I could show off to all of our friends. Your beautiful gravid belly that replaced your abs, your growing bust that made you seem that much more womanly, your hips that had a perfect gap that would come into play when the time finally came for you to push our (not very) little ones out into the world.
I would still be treating you, rubbing your back and around between your legs. I would tell you how beautiful you are. how right all of this looks on you. How utterly and gorgeously feminine you look in this moment. You look over to the camera we have set up, right into the lens, and look at your future self. The future self that you know is watching this and feeling the drive to do it all over again. Maybe you’re watching it while I’m at work, and you feel the need to relieve yourself imagining me putting another baby in you and forcing you to do this again. Or maybe I’m forcing you to watch it while I make you cum over and over, the endless torture eliciting a similar pain. You’ve become too sensitive and your muscles clench in that exact same way. Or maybe, you asked me to put it on, while you’re on all fours and ovulating, getting ready to go through all of this again. But you don’t have time to think about all of that right now, you feel another contraction coming. Your belly shrinks and the pressure mounts, you scream out in agony as you collapse back against me, the one who caused all of this. I smile down at you and kiss your sweat-covered forehead, I tell you that you’re doing a wonderful job. That it’ll all be over soon. All you need to do is push.
As flattering as it can be when I receive messages and comments - in reality, I’d only want my trusted partner to breed me. I wouldn’t just do that with any person.
Having a breeding kink /for me/ results in only ttc with someone I deem as a worthy father to my child.
I’d happily give over my body to carry their child, nurture it, and love it endlessly with the devotion only a mother could give.
today i kept dreaming over having my partner all over me, fucking like any other day, thrusting his cock all the way to my cervix while sucking my tits like if in any moment they were going to burst milk out of them. i would be moaning like the slut i am.
“please, please nnnnggghhhh”i’ll moan as his grip in my thighs hardens “deeper, deeper!”
he would laugh “if i go any deeper, i’ll be in your womb”
“yes!” i would scream at that idea.
“you’d like that, won’t you?” he’d say, kissing my neck, biting me. marking me. “you’d like me to come directly in it.” i could only moan in agreement. “that way you surely would be pregnant, but, you know what? we have to be sure.” his next thrust would be deeper, deeper than any thrust. the head of his cock would be in my womb. “i’ll come in it. and then i will come again and again and again.”
“yes, please!! come inside my womb!” i’ll moan like a whore, like his whore.
“maybe if we are lucky you would be pregnant with multiples.” my eyes rolled back in my head at that idea. “you’ll be fucking big, your tits dripping with milk for our children.”
fuck, i could perfectly picture that. the skin of my belly tight and firm. my hips uncomfortably wide to give birth to our kids. everyone would know, everyone would see that he marked me in the very best way possible. i would be pregnant with his kids, his prize wife.
“you’ll leave college,” he would kept telling me. “you won’t need studies, you’ll only need to be my wife and the mother of our kids. i’ll bring money to our house,” it was so hot hearing him tell me about our future life. “i will show you off to everyone. so everyone knows you are taken, that you are a slut for my cock and my seed.”
“your slut, only yours!”
“i’ll fuck you until your water brokes, and as soon as the babies are born i’ll knock you up again. you will be pregnant forever, your slutty womb will never be empty again.”
i would be out of my mind, so fucking turn on that i would only bable nonesense as he empty his cum inside my womb, and i’ll come screaming all over him. after i would lay limp, incapable of moving. He surely knock me up after that. But after a few minutes his cock would be hard again, and he would enter my womb again.
“did you think i was done with you?” he would whisper in my ear as i shiver, incapable of deny him what is his. my cunt was his. “i already told you. i’ll come as many times as posible so that little fantasy comes true”
he would me older than me, with a good job, and i would be 19 barely in my first year of college. just a few weeks after this night i would see a little bump, i would take a pregnancy test after pregnancy test. i would be pregnant. he would be thrilled, pampering me, buying me anything i wanted. i would keep getting bigger. triplets thats what the doctor said. he would suck at my nipples until, one day milk comes out. i would soon drop college, i would be in bed rest as the triplets are too big to let me do anything. he would fuck me every day, watching my pussy dripping just as my tits.
everyone would be disappointed at me. i would be 19 and mother of three, and a slut that would never be not pregnant again.
I will claim your young body with my seed. You will spend your fertile years bearing and mothering our children while I take care of everything else…
Reader:F Character:Atsumu Miya Rating:E Summary: There was one thing to be with the most powerful man of the underworld. His sharp suits, his alpha stance, the specks of blood on his face that he came home with. His strong hands, and how he made you, an omega, feel so tiny. Warning:ABO AU, Smut, Breeding Kink, Primal Kink, Alpha!Atsumu, Omega!Reader, Doggy Style Ask Box: Open|Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign|Join me on Patreon
There was one thing to be with the most powerful man of the underworld. His sharp suits, his alpha stance, the specks of blood on his face that he came home with. His strong hands, and how he made you, an omega, feel so tiny.
But living in his riches came with a price. You were his through and through, from the ring on your finger, to the deep bite scar in the junction of your neck. And once a year, in early summer, your husband had a deep carnal craving.
Something that couldn’t be covered up with wit, riches and guns. And only one person could solve this problem, you.
You were hidden under the bed in your bedroom, your fingers deep in the carpet as you heard Atsumu’s heavy footsteps pass by the closed door of the bedroom. He loved the chase when he went into rut, his little bunny hidden for him to find him. He was the big scary alpha, the one who was going to breed your tight little cunt.
You heard him walk across the hallway, the sound of opening and closing doors. Him sighing, he called out your name multiple times. He wanted to find you so badly, you knew he was on the cusp of a full rut. And once he was fully in the headspace, you weren’t seeing sunlight for a few days. Not while his jaw was locked into your throat, and his claws were in your hips.
“Bunny.” He said in a sing-song tone outside the bedroom once more, “Where are you, I’m not going to hurt you. I might rough you up a little, but a girl like you can take anything I throw at her. Now come out, I’m starting to get bored.” He huffed.
Your heart raced in your chest as you stayed perfectly still. Your pointed finger played with a stray strand of the carpet. You were in nothing but thin, almost mesh lingerie. Something cheap and easy to destroy.
“Oh, baby.” He said as he opened bedroom door. He strode in, his heavy boots came into view from your position under the bed. You heard him rub his hand across the edge of the bed and made a pleased noise, “You know a bunny tastes sweeter when her heart is racing, the blood makes her more tender.”
Your heart was beating faster, it felt like you were going to die. This was all just foreplay before the main event. Your sex felt wet, your hands were shaking as you could hear his deep breathing. He growled a little bit which made your heart lodge in your throat and he squatted down to look under the bed. He pushed up the bed skirt and saw you there, wide eyed and in fear.
“Atsumu.” You swallowed.
“There’s my bunny. Such a scared little thing. Don’t worry, the big bad wolf is going to eat her up in one sitting.” He grabbed you by the arm and dragged you across the carpet to get you up from under the bed.
He watched your breasts get minor rub burn as he laid you on the soft off-white carpet. He flipped you onto your back and smirked like a sadistic bastard. A soft growl escaped his lips as his clawed hands roamed your body. He was the alpha of all alphas, you could see the glimmer of fangs in his mouth.
“I can’t wait to breed you. I’m going to show you how to stuff a bunny, omega.” And with that he was tearing the lingerie off your body, you tried to push away from from him but his was just too powerful.
You were silk, he was iron. He picked you up like a rag doll and threw you over the edge of the bed so your ass was exposed to him. You tried pushing your thighs together, but clawed hands pushed your thighs apart, exposing your glistening sex.
He growled again, as he started to unbutton his shirt and get out of the formal attire he was wearing. There was no use being dressed now, not when he was going to give his little bunny a belly full of cum.
“My, my, my omega.” He purred, “It’s cute to think that you could hide from me for so long. I could smell your wetness from the kitchen. But like I said, the fester the heartbeat, the more tender the meat.” Once his clothes and shoes were scattered around him. He smirked at your already trembling form.
“Tsum Tsum.” You whimpered as you felt his cock brush up against you. He was almost nine inches and thick too. The type of cock that ensured a proper breeding.
He kept your legs spread as he shoved his cock inside of your aching cunt with one hard thrust. He pushed back any tightness you might have had, and the clutch around his cock made his eyes roll back a little. This is what he wanted, his mate under him, accepting him fully and hopefully producing a nice set of twins by next spring.
His pace was brutal and fast, you could barely get out any words beside incoherent moans as your bodies slapped together. The sound echoed through the bedroom, you became more wet with each hard thrust.
He kept one hand on your hip and another clawed at your stomach. He purred, the idea of soon his brood keeping the lonely womb company. The next generation of Miya’s. All carried safely by you. He was expecting the next couple of years to be eventful with children, and it pleased the primal, inner alpha that lived in Atsumu that only came out when he was in rut.
“That’s it.” He purred, “That’s my good little bunny. Get nice and stuffed with my cock, let me breed you the right way. There is no one else that can have this sweet cunt of yours. Only me because you’re mine. Got it?” His run on sentences and half baked words signalled that he was getting lost in the heat of his rut.
You whimpered and moaned, your breasts rubbed against the soft comforter a you were pushed and pulled against the bed. The weight of his hand against your stomach felt nice, a reminder of what the first rut off your birth control was going to lead to.
You were made to accept alpha cum, and you found the best alphas possible. Even if he was a truly evil man at times. He could kill you so easily, but he loved his little bunny. He loved your soft breasts, your sharp tongue and most of all the sweet, sopping sex that was between your legs. Everything was his.
He continued to thrust up into you and you moaned loudly. Thankful that all of Atsumu’s men left earlier. There was no need for shame in the morning.
“You’re going to become a mother soon.” He growled, “Be all mine. Because that’s what you are. Mine. I own you.”
“Tsumu.” You panted as were met with his clawed hand digging deeper into your stomach, “I love you.”
“And I love you. Mmm, you’re getting close. I can smell it. You’re becoming a vice around my cock. That’s it. Cum for me. Get yourself ready for my cum, fuck yeah, bunny.”
“Please, Atsumu. Please!” You gasped, finally finding your voice in the sea of pleasure. You were loud as he was quiet. His words deadly in your ear, and your response was to be a pathetic little loud omega.
You soon came around his cock. You clawed at the bed spread as you threw your head back in pleasure. Atsumu just groaned at the feeling of your cunt tightening around his cock. Once you became limp in post orgasmic bliss, he moved you fully onto the bed and placed both hands on your hips.
He started to jackhammer himself inside of you. Now with both of you on the bed, he got a better angle to impregnate you with. You were still loud and lost in your pleasure and Atsumu soaked himself up in it.
“That’s it.” He growled, “Fucking good bunny, accept all of me. Get pregnant you little omega. Give me triplets.” His voice was low and dangerous, lost in his own lust.
“Please, please, please.” You moaned out, your pussy soaked his cock as he continued to pound you.
It wasn’t long before he was cumming. Pushing all of his cum deep inside of you. Making sure it took. He let out a primal, low growl.
You were limp by the time he was done. Out of your mind, the smell of alpha and cum flooded your omega brain and broke it. Once he pulled out, your hips hit the bed. Your eyes rolled back for a moment as your oversensitive clit brushed against the dark bedspread.
Atsumu laid beside you from behind. Curled up around you to protect you in your bliss. Alphas protect their little mates and make sure it all takes.
“Good, bunny. Fully stuffed.” He purred. His voice sounded sleepy but he couldn’t stop rubbing his soft cock up against your back.
Just when you thought it was over, you felt his cock harden against your back as you laid there. Hands started to roam your nude body. Claws carefully tracing your stomach.
You whimpered, your pussy already abused by his cock. But he wasn’t done yet. You will be having pups by next spring, he was going to make sure of that.
Warning: breeding kink, unprotected sex, p in v, fluff?, mention of pregnancy, mention of birth control, language,
A/n: ari has a breeding kink and nobody can tell me differently
Word Count: 1290 words
“Hmph,”
You stir in your sleep, stretching your back out. You hatesleepingonAri’s side of the bed. Your side is much more comfortable, but after a late night last night, you both sprawled out on the bed without thinking about which side you were on.
You yawn, furrowing your eyebrows as you feel Ari’s arm plop across your stomach, pulling you closer. You open your eyes, turning your head to face your husband.
It’s hard to believe some days that you’re married to a man like this. A man who you never could’ve dreamed up. A man you never thought would look at you twice. His big arm is flexing around your body, his beard tickling the left side of your face.
“Ari,” You mutter, elbowing him in the side. You love cuddling in the morning, when the sun is shining through your windows, warming both of your bodies up. But you have to pee and his muscular arm is getting heavy. Ari groans in his sleep, rolling over on his back. You breathe a sigh of relief as you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, your t-shirt dropping to the top of your thighs.
You make your way into the bathroom, brushing your teeth and relieving yourself. You open the bathroom door, your eyes landing on Ari lying in bed, his sleepy smile drawing you in. His chest is exposed, stretching his arm above his head. “Come here,” He mumbles, making a grabby motion with his hands.
You giggle, making your way to the bed. “You woke up in a good mood,” You say, settling back into bed. Ari pulls you close to his chest, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You inhale the smell of his deodorant, closing your eyes again. The feeling of Ari’s warmth, combined with his scent, almost lulls you back to sleep.
That is, until you feel a hand wandering down your back, fingers dancing above the waistband of your panties. You feel a cold index finger against your skin, slipping under the band. You raise an eyebrow, a small smile on your lips.
“Ari?”
“Hm?”
You giggle quietly, pulling away from his chest. “You have a good dream?” You ask, slightly gasping as his cold hand slips under the fabric, grasping a handful of your ass.
“Mmm, I had a great dream,” He mutters, nuzzling his nose against yours. “We were right here, in this bed… And we heard footsteps, and our door opened… And it was our little girl,”
Your heart swells as you listen to Ari explain his dream, a smile spreading over your face. You and Ari have discussed kids before, but you’ve never decided anything. Something about Ari dreamingabout having kids drives you crazy, earning a soft moan.
“And I was thinking, I can’t wait to knock ya’ up. I can’t wait to bury my cock in your little pussy and fill you up with my hot cum, over and over and over again, until you’re pregnant,”
You gasp, adding a chuckle to the end. You can feel Ari growing against your leg, pushing against you. “That took a quick turn,” You tease, rolling over until you’re on top of Ari. He slides his hands under your shirt, cupping your breasts.
“Is that something you’d want?” Ari asks, his voice soft. You can tell he’s nervous to ask, but he shouldn’t be.
This is all you’ve ever wanted.
“Yes,” You breathe, nodding your head eagerly. Ari grabs your hips, grinding you against him. “Fuck,” He moans, bucking his hips up. You’re still sore from last night, but it adds to the excitement. “Get those fucking boxers off,” You mutter, grabbing at the fabric with your hands.
Ari rolls you over, kicking the boxers off of his feet. He’s left naked, towering over you. He cages your body between his thick arms, his fingers dancing down your body. His thick fingers meet your swollen clit, applying the tiniest bit of pressure. “Mm, you’re always so ready for me… Why is that?” He teases, a smirk growing across his face.
You groan, squeezing your eyes shut. Your nipples graze against the rough fabric of the t-shirt, hardening them. You can feel your cunt soaking your thighs, the slick running down to your ass. “‘Cause, I’m all yours,”
You whine, your voice nasally and pitchy. Ari dips his head down to your neck, licking a stripe up your neck, driving you crazy. He slides his fingers through your folds, collecting the sticky substance. He pushes his way into your tight hole, groaning when he feels you clench around his fingers. “So fucking perfect…” He groans, his mouth working over your neck. You close your eyes, enjoying his touch.
Your body completely relaxes, submitting to everything he has to offer. You whimper and moan, feeling powerful— yet, so fragile under his touch. “Mm,” You whine, your chest heaving.
Ari curls his fingers, your legs tightening together. “I know, baby, I know…”
“I… I can’t take it anymore!” You exclaim, your eyes opening. You need him, not his fingers. Your cunt is aching to be filled, your womb aching to have his child.
Ari quickly pulls his fingers away, lifting them to your lips and pushing them between your lips. You lock your eyes onto his as your lips close around his soaked fingers, your tongue twirling around them. He moans, adjusting himself so that he’s hovering over you, his cock lined up with your cunt. You brace yourself, knowing he won’t hold back.
I want to have my hands tied above my head and my throat being choked while being pounded into relentlessly until I cum just because I know your stronger than me and I can’t break free
Hi my name is Doll & welcome to my account. I am 20 years old and love to have a bit of fun.
My old username was urhostagebrat, this is the third time I’ve had my account deleted or removed so unfortunately this time I have to be careful what I post :/
On this account I’ll be open to;
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