#breeding my babies into you

[thefalsebaconing]

Evening sloppy makeout session with the woman you've rawdogged and knocked up over the whole week. Call her sweet things, kiss her neck and taste her spit..before your innocent foreplay turns to another feral breeding session where you pump cock in her, grab onto her belly, grab a handful of asscheek, stretch her out and call her your nasty breeding whore with every stroke, as she drools spit for you to eat up and urges you to pump a fresh load of baby batter into her already knocked up womb.

[peachsukii]

content // bakugo + reader are married (26/27). talks of children/pregnancy. semi-breeding kink. intoxicated dirty talk.

Imagining that the annual Hero Gala is the perfect place for Bakugo to let loose once a year, celebrating with his colleagues about their success and knocking back endless drinks without hesitation. It's the only time he allows himself to truly let go. It's time to go home when his hands can't stop wandering your form in front of everyone.

You're barely through the door of your home before his hands are hiking up your dress and pressing your back to the door, begging to let him make a mess of you.

"C'mon baby," Bakugo slurs while messily sucking on your exposed collarbone, pressing his groin against your thigh to let you how badly he wants you. "Need'ta taste you...feel you."

Whenever he gets like this, it's all give give give, never take. Bakugo becomes obsessed with pleasuring you, and only you. He doesn't even take himself into account, too love drunk and lust driven to care about his own release. But tonight? Bakugo's got a new agenda in mind, thanks to Mina and Kirishima's talks of starting a family earlier that night. All it took was Mina to casually say, "She'd make such a perfect mom, don't you think?" while gesturing to you across the room.

And goddamn, it consumed him whole.

"Wanna make you a momma, gorgeous," he mumbles against the shell of your ear as he slides his fingers seamlessly into your panties. Your thighs clench, a soft whine falling from your lips when two fingers slip between your slick covered folds. "Mm, ya like the sound'a that? You're soaked."

Bakugo's laugh is sinister before licking along your jawline and crashing into a heated kiss, whiskey lingering on his tongue. He pulls away, fingers pumping languidly into your pussy, a string of saliva connecting the two of you before whispering against your lips.

"Gonna stuff that pretty cunt'a yours full of my cum an' fuck it into you all night long. Eat it out of ya and fill you up all over again." He stops to lick at your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth with a loud pop to leave you gasping for breath. "Fuck you so deep that you'll be leakin' cum for weeks."

Holy shit. You could faint on the spot.

"F-fuck Katsuki...bedroom, now."

[buttdumplin]

Polariods Pt 2: You’ve got intense baby fever and Simon makes a complete meal out of it, especially now that he’s got his trusty camera.

cw: poly 141, afab gn!reader, breeding, handjobs, this one has a lot more of the boys amongst themselves

word count: 1.8k

Part 1

One of Simon’s favorite polaroids is from a spontaneous session. It’s the night of your solo date and you’re both getting settled for bed when you reach over to him with a whisper.

“Can I confess something?”

“Anything,” he’s worried he messed up on your date, missed something or overstepped a boundary.

“I’m drowning in baby fever.”

He blinks at you, all the tension in his body suddenly gone.

“Do you… want to go raw? I know we haven-”

Simon’s on you with a bruising kiss before you can finish. The sheets are ripped aside and you can feel his fingers dig at the flesh of your hips as he scrambles to get your clothes off. He grunts and pushes at your knee with his to get you to lift so he can slide your bottoms off before he rips them, and you quickly oblige.

You’re laughing against his mouth when he finally pauses. He sits back up to look you over, his panting loud, the tent in his gray sweatpants proud and straining. Once he’s made sure you’re okay, that you do actually want this, he reaches for the little pink camera from the nightstand.

“Yes,” he finally answers, “and I’ll keep going until it takes.”

You gasp and immediately the flash goes off. He’s captured you perfectly: a high blush on your cheeks, your sweet lips parted in surprise, eyes shining with hope.

Simon does keep that photo secret for a while. He knows for a fact you haven’t asked the same of the other boys yet, still a bit too shy to bring it up casually. The picture, he thinks, serves as a reward for being so patient and careful with you as he’s taken the polaroids. He’ll let himself be a little selfish with it, at least for a short while. The boys won’t hear a fucking peep about this from him, not until he’s gotten your express permission to do so.

Once you give him the green light, he takes his time, going after the boys when they least expect it. He wants maximum effect, after all. He’ll meet with one of the boys per week, swearing them to secrecy, wanting to keep the suspense and surprise for each of them. And each time, he comes back to report their reactions in exquisite detail.

~

He is watching a movie with Kyle when he tells him. It’s just the two of them, snuggled together on the couch, Kyle’s head resting on his chest. The movie was innocent enough, one they’d seen a handful of times already, though it had quickly become a source of comfort. Simon launches directly into it.

“They want a baby.”

Kyle leans up enough to look Simon in the eye. He instantly thinks Simon is talking about you, but he forces himself to slow his thoughts a moment. Surely it’s his own hopeful thinking, his own desires speaking. The hesitation is clear on his face.

Kyle whimpers, his heart pounding so hard that Simon must be able to feel it against his own chest.

Simon pulls out the picture from his pocket, knowing it’ll answer everything for him. Kyle isn’t even thinking when he takes the photo from him, the snatching making Simon chuckle. He stares at the polaroid silently, eyes moving to take in every inch of you in it. When he turns to Simon again, the sweet warmth of his eyes has been swallowed by blown pupils. He licks his lips slowly, pressing his throbbing cock into Simon’s thigh. Poor boy got so hard so fast it must have hurt.

“I know, sweet boy,” Simon coos, “You’ll get your turn.”

“You can practice on me in the meantime,” he whispers into Kyle’s ear.

Two days later, Kyle is handed a polaroid of his own. Your hair is splayed out on the pillow, your mouth slightly open, your eyebrows turned up in what he knows must have been you begging, and your hand wrapped around the base of your neck. Shadows hide the rest of the image, but he’s already fully aware of what’s there. He asks Simon to repeat every detail of your reaction over and over again as he palms himself through his pants.

“Let me help you with that, love,” he gently pries Kyle's hands away.

~

Johnny is fresh out of the shower, hair still dripping and a towel that’s definitely too short wrapped around his waist, when Simon tells him. He’s pulling socks from a drawer, his back is turned to the room, when Simon speaks.

“They asked me to fuck them raw. Fill them up.”

Johnny whips around, some droplets flying to hit Simon gently in the face. He chuckles as he wipes his face, not missing the sound of Johnny stomping towards him. He opens his eyes to see Johnny’s towel barely hanging on, his cock now straining against the material and pulling at the easy knot at his hip. Simon takes the picture out of his pocket to show him, describing what exactly led to the moment he captured. There’s a quick flash of jealousy in those sharp eyes, desire temporarily blinding him to the fact that he’ll get to participate as well. Johnny takes a big steadying breath.

“No contraception at all?”

“None.”

He sees Johnny’s body tense, muscles clenching and releasing, his body swaying a bit from barely being able to restrain himself from lunging towards the living room where he knows you are. In the back and forth, the knot of the towel gives up, exposing what little it was hiding to Simon’s eyes. He can clearly see Johnny’s cock twitch with excitement, a fat pearl of precum already at his tip. Simon wraps his big hands around Johnny’s hips, forcing him the few steps forward to lick at his slit. Johnny hisses at the attention, hands fluttering at his sides until Simon grabs one of them and brings it to the back of his head.

“Give it to me for now,” and Johnny is lost.

Two days later, Johnny’s polaroid is delivered. Shadows keep their secrets again, but he can very clearly see you sitting and leaning towards the camera, breasts pushed forward and arms holding you up, lips swollen from kissing and glossy with spit, an eager smile on your face. Even with the brightness of the flash, your irises are completely gone. After long moments of admiring the photo, Johnny crushes his mouth to Simon’s, pulling him down and shoving him onto the bed to straddle Simon himself.

~

John is the last one to receive his. Simon knows exactly how explosive his reaction will be, so he wants to give John all the time he needs. It’s just the two of them in the kitchen, finishing up the last touches of cleaning before tucking in for the night. Simon waits until he sees John no longer has something fragile in his hands when he pulls out the polaroid. John’s interest is immediate and undeniable, hands clenching and yearning to touch. Seeing you half naked will always cause that reaction in him. But then Simon speaks.

“Wants to be bred. Properly.”

His head snaps up to look at Simon, eyes looking for even the slightest hint of this being a prank or a joke of some kind. When Simon gives a small nod and smiles down at him, John finally lets the words sink in. He looks back at the photo, his sharp inhale loud in the empty room. His chest swells, holding his breath from the excitement of just hearing it and having it confirmed. Simon can’t help himself. He gently nudges John’s face back up, pulling him in for a needy kiss.

“We all get a turn,” he says into John’s lips, drawing a long moan out of him.

Simon well knows John will never make a move without explicit consent, so he wants to make things as clear as possible so John can enjoy this. He can already feel John’s cock hard against his own, but he wants the man to fully have this moment.

“You’re next,” he presses the words to John’s neck, and the older man’s knees nearly give out.

Simon wraps him up in his arms and lifts John onto the counter, making quick work of his captain’s belt. John’s panting breaths are loud above him as Simon bites and sucks at the flesh of his neck. He doesn’t give his back a second thought as he bends lower to take John’s nipple into his mouth, using his teeth to graze it lightly, and sucking hard, just as he knows John loves. John’s already lost in the moment and Simon can see it. His own actions and the sheer potential of these news overwhelming John with desire. Still, Simon can do more for him. He reaches down with calloused hands, teasing John’s cock through his boxers, fingers focusing on the growing wet spot over his tip.

“So sticky for me already. Gonna stuff ‘em full, aren’t you?”

Simon spends the rest of the night with both of their cocks in his hand, making John cum over and over again, telling him about the lovely little sounds you make as you take his cum.

Two days later, Simon gives John his photo, the pride in his walk evident. John almost wanted to take the photo himself, but he wouldn’t dream of overstepping. He’s well aware that this serves as a bonding ritual for you and Simon. He’s also not sure he could trust himself to be able to still snap the picture.

John’s picture is of you already flushed and messy, hair clearly having had hands running through, eyes shining with unshed tears, and the single most euphoric smile he’s ever seen on your face, even with your bottom lip bitten raw. The base of the photo wrinkles a tiny bit in his grip, even as John holds himself back, not letting his own hunger crush the precious item. He takes in a big gulp of air, and launches himself towards the bedroom where he knows you’re waiting for him. John’s a man on a mission now, and he’s going to do everything he can to recreate the image with you. Maybe add a couple of his own marks on your skin along the way.

Once he’s able to take a break and give you a breather, John goes back to thank Simon by dropping to his knees and taking that big cock down his throat.

And they won't say it, because they don't need to, but one of their favorite parts of their pictures is the fact that it's clear Simon is fucking you senseless in every single one of them. He may not be in the pictures, but they don't need to see him to recognize his handiwork.

AN: Bless the saint that is @mikichko, she's seen this in every stage and was always beautifully encouraging. I appreciate the fuck outta you, girl.

Pictures of the boys are next.

[sporeclan]

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Lots of little things here and there this time around!

[dubiousanon]

Hear me out on this 🙏 KakaNaru edition

AU where Naruto, single as can fucking be, decides he's ready for a kid. Not being in a relationship, he has absolutely no way to get one and would never ask someone to carry one for him— this leaves him with one option.

Throw in a modified sexy jutsu here, a little Kurama powers there, a seal or two, and boomshakalaka. He's ready to carry it himself! Great! Now he just needs someone to put one in him and he's like, totally set!

Who does he know who doesn't have any complicated clan affiliations, who has no known health problems, decent chakra reserves, is strong, relatively attractive, smart, marginally stable, fully functioning, and who he trusts?

Enter Kakashi who, as a bonus, happens to be head over heels for him at the time. Not that Naruto knows that.

[dae-hos-wife]

would you mind elaborating on dae-ho’s breeding kink….. thank you for your service 🙏🙏 if youre able… gnc or gn reader for it 👀… dae-ho driven to breed them even tho they arent female identifying. your fics got me back into x readers 😭

-Make You Mine.-

Kang Dae-Ho x AnyPov!Reader.

[reader is seemed to have male reproductive system. :3]

(req 1/6 :P)

(gn reader !!)

(Warnings: SoftDom!/Rough!Dom Dae-Ho, breeding kink, unprotected sex, slight jealousy if you squint.)

A/N- Ofc! I love this man sm- he'd definitely have a breeding kink js look at himmmm T-T (also ty for the request !! Sorry if it's too OOC-)

[cut off here :3]

Dae Ho loved you. He loved the way you look, the way you talk, the way you walked. The way you even breathed made his heart race in his chest like a teenage school girl in love with.

But, after he met your family something, was added to the mix. See, you had multiple siblings. 4 to be exact. One was.. basically a baby, which your mother had obviously recently had.

Once he saw you cooing and giggling with the baby he stared at you in awe, a feeling of adoration fueled dizziness washing over him, does...he want kids?

No. No he can't have kids, he's..too young..but God..the way you look when you play with your little brother. As if your the happiest you've ever been..he couldn't help but imagine you playing with a mini mix of you and him, running around the house playing a game of tag or something.

"what's wrong?" Your mum patted Dae Ho on the back softly and he tensed up before relaxing his muscles, realising she's not a threat.

"they're..really good with kids.." he mumbles, half under his breath, half at your mother. Smiling to himself but a red tint dyed his face.

"...heh- they sure are. Y/N helps a lot with little Jun-San here, he's only a baby so he needs lots of attention." She says back, smiling as well, obviously proud of how she raised you.

Dae Ho blushed again, and looks at you again, now playing with some Hot Wheels car as Matthew giggled at the little voices you gave for the cars.

He slowly makes his way over to you and plops himself behind you, cross legged as he lays his head on your chest.

"...can we go somewhere..I need to.. ask you something." He mutters in your ear, his warm breath hitting your ear, making you shiver slightly.

"uhm..yeah, yeah of course." You say as a hurried reply before waving a quick goodbye to Matthew and giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"I'll be right back, okay hon-?" You grin at the infant and it giggles back, doing grabbie arms at your mum and she rolls her eyes playfully as she raises him up in the air.

Dae Ho gently takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom upstairs, where he knows people can't hear anything inside.

"..s-so... uh..I saw you with Matthew..uh! Adorable kid- b-by the way!-" he stutters out nervously and goes slightly red, before blurting out as fast as he could suddenly.

"iwaswonderingifyouwanttohaveakid-!!" He basically stutters out plain gibberish and he can tell he has as your expression shows nothing but confusion.

"..what..? Dae..can you go a bit..slower?"

He breathes in softly and breathes out.

"o-okay, so...feel free to say no! But- uh..do you, perhaps want...kids-like..kids kids...like uh.." he mumbles, fidgeting with his fingers and shirt nervously, a nervous tic he has whenever hes scared/ anxious about an outcome.

"oh..! Uh..well- it's kinda a..hard decision and—" you start but he cuts you off needily.

"p-please..i-i don't care if you can't, have them..i-i can try my best..y-you don't know if my cums different-" he whimpers out desperately, wanting to breed you so, so badly. Fuck, he was willing to do anything...

"..i-..Dae...I mean..you can try—" you start to chuckle softly but you get cut off by Dae Ho picking you up and chucking you on the counter and kissing you.

This wasnt his, 'normal' kisses, this was rough, searing. You whimper into the kiss which makes him groan softly.

"b-baby-.." he whispers, pulling away from the kiss reluctantly, a line of saliva connecting your tongues. He presses his bulge against yours and he starts grinding against it slightly.

"..ha-haah.." you moan gently and dig your nose into the crook of his neck and nuzzle it hard, whining like a dog that's just been denied a treat.

"shh..shh baby- don't worry.. I'll- ngh..look after you-" he whispers, trying to keep his own moans in, but they come out as choked, soft sounds of pleasure.

He tugs slightly on your shirt and lifts it over your head, revealing your chest, he whimpers as he begins basically worshipping it with his teeth and tongue, biting gently and licking anywhere he could possibly leave a mark.

"s-sweetheart- lemme-lemme fuck you..breed..you..please-" he whispers against your chest and digs his face into it.

"o-okay- ill- should i-"

"s-say you consent..please—" he whines out softly, God he's so cute..

"i-i consent.." you whisper back and almost immediately you feel your pants get pulled off, he grabs you and pulls you on the floor.

"G-get on top of me—r-ride me—" he says, trying his best not to just grab your hips and rut into you like a man possessed.

You nod softly and quickly straddle the desperate man, and begin to take off his pants too, only a pair of sweatpants, pronouncing his already twitching cock.

He whimpers needily and shivers as you outline the pulsing bulge in his boxers.

"d-darling...d-dont tease.." he whispers and moans softly, almost desperately as he softly humps into your hand, whimpering like a puppy in heat.

You suddenly pull down his boxers and let his ever hardening cock slap against his stomach, drooling precum down it's already soaking shaft.

"aw...you must've been desperate huh?" You coo softly and spit onto your hand, beginning to stroke his cock softly, pumping it slow at first, making him let out soft mewls and curses under his breath as he fucks himself with your hand.

"baby—" he whines softly and tilts his head back, quivering harder as you begin to get faster with your strokes, making it wet and ready for it to just, slip in without any restraint.

"jus' lemme...fu-fuck you...please.." he whispers gently and shivers.

You nod and let go of his leaking cock, as he whimpers in protest, but instead of letting him get used to the feeling of nothing wrapped around him, you begin to lower yourself down on his length.

".. h-hng-..." You feel him start to press into you, and you shiver as he starts to rock his hips up into your soft, tender bounces.

Loud moans and slaps of skin on skin fill the air for a while until you hear gentle desperate words.

"i-i wanna—breed- you— so bad— let me- c-cum inside you..."

He mumbles needily, his thrusts up getting more erratic as time goes on.

"please—im-im gonna cum- please..i-i wanna breed you—breed...my- my beautiful partner...mh-mine— y-your mine—" he slightly growls into your neck and you feel him tense up and dig his nails into your shoulders.

"C-cumming- cumming...i-in...haah...good...hng..." He says, his voice completely stripped of any past dominance.

"..d-dae ho..." You whisper softly, your voice hoarse from the intense ectasy crashing over you like a tidal wave, your orgasm melting through you.

"..i-i love you.." he mumbles and nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

"love you..too.." you mutter back, panting from the strain.

[fauvester]

shang qinghua finds a demon-magic-plot device way to provide MBJ an heir to the throne. a dedicated advisor!!

[magdeleinas]

whenever I rewatch old buzzfeed unsolved supernatural episodes I always remember that those ghost hunts were probably the first time ryan was ever fucking exposed to nature

[ikkoros]

Cactuars are the sanrio of eorzea... now in sticker form!

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[lemon-russ]

I'm doing super normal and am being very productive today. I did not sleep till noon and then write baby fever fluff instead of work. That would be wildly irresponsible.

...anyway here's some baby fever fluff with Leman. (On my phone so probably not edited or formatted great)

Ao3

Lemanette Baby Fluff

“We don't bite our friends-” The Legion Mother of the Space Wolves chided. She picked up the squirmy demi-god as he fussed and tried to sink his tiny fangs into the arm of a laughing Astartes again.

“It's alright, Wolf Mother, Little Russ can teeth on me whenever he wants!” The good-natured Bloodclaw said with a proud smile. She chuckled, cradling the baby to her shoulder and trying to soothe his fussing.

“I don't want him to get in the habit of chomping on anyone he likes, but thank you.” She sighed with a smile, rocking side to side a little.

The baby calmed down and looked up at her from her arms, pouting and looking at her with his fathers blue-grey eyes. She smiled and let out a deep, resigned sigh. She couldn't stay mad at him, he didn't know what he was doing.

She gave a nod goodbye to her sons latest chew toy, cradling the baby to her shoulder and humming a soothing lullaby quietly. She made her way through the tunnels of the Aett to her families little home, a set of rooms and quarters Leman had set aside for them to act as a private dwelling while they raised their pup.

“Leman! He's chewing on the bloodclaws again.” She said with a chuckle as she brought the baby to his crib.

“Well he'd be less bitey if you let him teethe properly.” Russ said as he joined them in the nursery.

She furrowed her brow and frowned. “I'm not letting him chew bones, Leman.” She said sternly.

He pouted back. “Why not? I cut my teeth on bones when I was his age-”

“Again, you were raised by actual literal wolves, Leman. You know that's a way to call someone improper where I'm from? ‘Were you raised by wolves??’” She huffed, crossing her arms. The littler Russ giggled and pulled himself up in his crib, tugging playfully on his mother's hair.

Leman rolled his eyes, “My little love, he is also being raised by wolves. A good femur to gnaw on will get him through the worst of it and sharpen his fangs.” He said, smiling at his sons babbling and bouncing in the crib.

She grimaced. “Ew- no, no, I will not treat my child like an actual animal. I'll get him some teethers from a civilized place, something made of stuff babies can actually chew on without making me think they'll get parasites.” She grumbled, turning to the baby and giving him her hands to hold onto so he could bounce on his pudgy legs.

Leman chuckled, walking up behind her and snaking an arm around her waist, pulling her to his side. He put his chin on top of her head, needing to bend a little to do so, and smiled. He kissed the crown of her hair. “You are so doting on him, my little wolf mother. The pup is half primarch. He probably could subside off snow and rocks.” He murmured, kissing the side of her head.

She sighed, leaning into the hug. “I don't know that, though. I don't know anything about what parts of being a primarch he got…” she pouted, lifting the baby back into her arms and cradling him between them.

Leman ran a gentle hand over his sons fine cornsilk hair. “Well, we know he got some strength when he wants it. And my fangs.” He said proudly. “And we know he heals faster than baselines, like when he got that bump on his forehead, and it healed in an hour.”

She sighed and smiled, pressing her lips to the babys soft hair, making the boy giggle in delight. “That one is very comforting, at least. Though maybe not so much, as he'll probably get himself in enough trouble to rival a baseline boys' antics on a worse scale. I can only imagine the nonsense he could pull if he didn't fear injury.” She chuckled tiredly. “When I was young, my brother tried to sled of a cliff and broke his arm. Imagine how much chaos that would be if he healed the arm in a week? No consequences for little boy insanity?” She shuddered, squeezing the baby closer to her.

Leman laughed gently, kissing her cheek. “Do not fret, my little love, I will teach him to be responsible with his strengths and to not terrify his poor Mama.” He reassured.

She sighed, smiling up at him warmly. “You worry me enough. Now there's two of you. I don't know how I'll handle watching you both bare knuckle brawl monsters in the woods.” She said as she lay her head on his chest.

Leman grinned. “Easily- fret less and trust that I'm not so easy to kill. And Neither is our pup, it seems.” He said, scopping the giggly baby from her arms.

He grinned and held the boy up, spinning him in the air and illiciting a symphony of baby laughs and squeals from him. “Right, pup? You're going to be strong and sturdy like your Papa!” He grinned, his fanged smile matching his sons.

She leaned back against the crib, smiling softly and letting out a sigh. “I can't believe I went through all that work of growing him in my body, diligently building him out of pastries and honey-meat, and all I did was make a tiny exact copy of you.” She smiled as Leman swooshed the baby gently in the air like he was flying.

Leman laughed, his son joining him in sweet musical giggles. “Nonsense! He has your nose. And complextion.”

She rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Thats the stuff people say to moms when it's rude to say, ‘sorry, that baby is a miniature replica of your husband.’”

He laughed, pulling the baby to his shoulder and walking back to her, planting a big kiss on top of her head. “Easy solution, my little wolf mother.” He said, rubbing her back and pulling her to him.

She smiled and quirked her head in a question up at him.

He grinned mischievously. “We just have to try for a girl now.” He said with a gleam in his eye.

She laughed, blushing and leaning into his hug. “You're insatiable. I knew you'd want me to be pregnant constantly.” She teased, and he let out a low chuckle that rumbled through his chest.

“I don't remember ever denying those accusations.” He murmured, planting another kiss on her hair.

[quinkyace]

Sooo

Who or what do you have in there this time, daddy?~

It's a secret 😋

Well, you're adorable I'll tell you. I got a bit too friendly with a werewolf that freshly started their rut. It would have been nice for them to let me know how virile they were with humans.......I never expected to fall pregnant after one session.

Sadly I don't know how many pups are in this litter. I'm only three months along and, as you can see, this is how full and active these pups are. All I know is there is at minimum three but in all my research I could have as many as six pups kicking around in my belly! That's the average........what if there's more than six pups? 😳😳😳😳😳

[illmasc]

Hi hello. Totally legit scientist here. I’m doing a private study to see if tdick can get another trans guy pregnant. You seem to be a good test subject.

I’ll try different positions, different toys, tools, engage different specific kinks, etc. I estimate it’ll take about a week and you’ll have to stay in my “lab” full time. You’ll be given an IV of nutrients so we won’t even have to stop to eat You’ll be restrained of course, I anticipate you might get a bit resistant once the real overstimulation sets in.

If you’re not pregnant after it’s over, we’ll just have to try again with new methods. I’m sure you’ll get knocked up eventually.

i’ll wake up blinking in the bright overhead lights, already restrained. I don’t remember how I got here, but one thing is for certain—i’m completely naked on this table, covered in that shitty paper they have at the doctor’s office. my legs are in stirrups.

something’s coming back to me—I came into this trans-friendly clinic that promised free birth control services. i’ve never been good at regularly taking the pill, so I jumped at the chance to try out the test trial, advertised as ‘no stress! have all the sex you want!’

Vulgar, sure, but as a broke, disorganized college student, it was too good to pass up.

I figured it would be a little questionable, so i shake off any feelings of doubt. I’ll ask when it starts, to which you’ll just smile and rub at my thigh with your cold, latex-gloved hand. You press into my hole without warning, rubbing my insides until they respond against my will. This isn’t what they usually do at the gynecologist, but I’ve never gotten an IUD before—maybe this is all standard. Still, I’m starting to get nervous. It feels good, but…

“Will it hurt?” I’ll ask you, “The IUD. I’ve heard it—“

“You’re not getting an IUD today,” you’ll explain as you continue to work your fingers on me. Opening me up. “Don’t you remember? You signed on to join our test trial.”

I didn’t read any of the papers I signed at the intake. I just figured it would be an IUD…or Nexplanon, but they don’t put those in your…

You’re still touching me. You’re basically fingering me. worse—I’m struggling not to cum. Already. I might be a touchstarved little slut, but even this is a record for me.

Passing out, waking up nude, with my body reacting this way…it all puts a sour taste in my mouth. My mind feels like it’s turning to sludge as you tease my cervix.

“What did you…did you…drug me? What is this?”

You ignore my questions, and keep prepping me with your fingers. I wince in pleasure as your thumb finds my perky, aching tdick. “We’re going to start out vanilla, but don’t worry. If it doesn’t take, I have plenty of…aid.”

I only notice that your pants are down around your knees when you bring your hips flush with my entrance. I feel your tdick brush against me, replacing the void your fingers left. You smile at me, and I know what’s about to happen.

“If…sorry, when it works, you won’t have to worry about birth control. At least, not for nine months.”

[pinkinsect]

we're not so different, you and i

[fjordfolk]

there's something to be said about this trend of doing prelim hip screening on very young dogs and freaking out when they look kinda meh

there's a whole bunch of other somethings to be said about vets apparently bringing up FHO as an option based on those prelims??

[kelin-is-writing]

imagine babysitting with boyfriend!dabi

you were supposed to spend the day together but shit got in the way and now you were stuck at your relatives’ place and had to look after their kids for the afternoon. dabi was ready to disappear the second you mentioned it but you practically dragged him there by his collar and now he’s sitting on the couch pouting.

he would never admit it but he was worried that the kids might get scared by his appearance. well turns out they absolutely adore him.

it’s definitely annoying him at first that they won’t leave him alone for even a second and keep demanding that he plays with them. you glare at him after a while and he reluctantly gives in.

it starts with them playing with little race car models and they soon switch to drawing messily in one of their coloring books. dabi turns out to be quite the talented artist which you haven’t known until then.

however he draws the line when the kids want to play dress up. he vehemently refuses… for five minutes at least. when you return from the kitchen with snacks for everyone you have to try your absolute hardest not to burst out laughing when you see the sparkly tiara on his head. (you manage to take a picture without him noticing)

he doesn’t admit it but he’s actually having fun and watching you interact with the kids is putting thoughts into his head that he’s never had before. maybe starting a family of your own isn’t as bad of an idea as he used to think.

now all he can think about for the rest of the day is you underneath him with your legs pressed to your chest and the sound of your heavenly moans when he draws orgasm after orgasm from you until he finally cums inside of you. he rly hopes you won’t mind not using a condom this time...

- 🥛

YOU DID NOT JUST DO THIS TO ME—

the way i actually can picture him letting the kids grab onto his arms and then lift them up to spin the two of them around, once he’s done dabi would be dizzy as hell but then there are the kids who starts screaming “again!” “again!” which has him huff tiredly but still comply to what they want because they were having fun and that surprisingly made our arsonist hold back a smile, all this under your amused but still tender grin.

i can also see dabi play with them the ‘see you, can’t see you’ game, after you teach him, and he adores the laughs and giggles those little dwarfs let out when he exclaims “ah! here you are!”, in the most (semi) monotone voice someone could’ve ever hear, but the kids still loved it so much and that just leave him with a tingling sensation inside his chest from how moved he was, but still managed to keep it low or you wouldn’t let him live it down just like with the tiara moment.

once the kids were gone, you two finally alone, dabi is sitting on the couch with dazed eyes looking in front of him and lips slightly parted; when you sit next to him you’re about to ask him what was that face for, after snorting amused, when in a millisecond the villain has you laying beneath him as he hovers over your figure. you look surprised at him, being meet by a stare of pure desire and love that made your heart skip a beat from the intensity “w-what?”, you blurt out confused while glancing back at your boyfriend unsure on what’s gotten into him, then your eyes fell down and widened at the sight of the bulge inside his pants that was now pressing against your lower abdomen “you–?! wha–?!”

“i...”, dabi interrupted you “want to have kids with you princess.”, he confessed in a low husky gentle tone looking away from you with the back of his hand raising in front of his face and you blinked fervently, no because... was this cruel villain blushing right now?!

god he is so damn gorgeous like that, you can’t wrap your head around the fact that you have the most precious boyfriend out there, he’s truly such a gem honestly.

smiling tenderly at his confession you cup his cheeks, making him flinch slightly because of the sudden move, and pull him towards you meeting him halfway to kiss the raven-haired boy on his lips deeply, with an astonishing amount of love that left dabi speechless but yearning for more which is why a second later he was already ravishing yours back with as much passion as you.

when the two of you parted, panting, your hazy eyes locked and you swallowed down before slowly sliding your legs up his sides then closing them around dabi’s waist in a tight grip that pressed his boner against your clothed heat, a groan and moan leaving both your mouths at the friction. licking your lips under his burning gaze you start talking “what are you waiting for then?”, dabi looks with eyes that you can see ask for permission and “fill me up dabi.”, with that accompanied by a roll of your hips against his, he completely lost it.

after this, skins slapping together, pants, groans and moans are the only things that can be heard inside your living room as your man is cumming for the sixth time inside of you, balls deep into your pussy with the tip of his dick pressing hard against the swollen entrance of your womb as he’s spilling his load in complete ecstacy once again while you squirt all over his shaft and onto his pelvis with a pitiful cry, too overstimulated to even form a single syllable.

dabi has his eyes still rolled back into his skill in pure bliss when he hear you slurr about how much seed there’s inside your cunt, his cerulean irises going back to their place immediately before he raises from his hovering position on you with flushed cheeks as he smirks, totally high on you “of course there’s lots...”, and grabbing onto your waist he starts to rut his hips slowly, fucking all his seed into you with eyes clouded by desire “i gotta make sure my princess is filled up to the brim with our babies, right?”, he ends his sentence with a sharp thrust that made you let out a sob while holding onto his forearms for dear life, moaning continuously as dabi kept pounding into you “you can take more of it, i know it baby, i believe in my pretty girl nhgh–”, dabi kept blurting while throwing his head back with a throaty dragged groan at feeling your walls clench around him, hips picking up pace in no time.

letting out a breathy moan he looks down at you with sweat rolling down his temples long his pretty panting face, then he grabs your forearm to rub kind circles on it “i’m gonna make sure it’ll stick this time, so– ugh— bear with me for a little more ‘kay baby?”, you nod absentmindedly, too fucked out to register well what he’s saying to you, making him let out an amused snort at seeing your expression completely melted from the continuous pleasure and overstimulation “good girl, lemme reward you thenhgh—”, and with that another load of his seed was flowing inside of you and deep into your womb.

the pure bliss dabi feels everytime he cums deep in you, the imagery of his white ropes sticking inside your uterus, makes him rock hard all over again. mind completely lost into the ferverish sensation he’s been feeling for hours now thanks to his precious girl.

[zesty-alt]

Hot dad next door with empty nest syndrome now that his last kid's gone off to college...well, only one way to fix that!