#impregnation kink

[bunnuuboy]

Peekaboo~

[everydaythesame69]

Thinking about a man convincing me to let him tie me up while we're fucking. Watching him pull the condom off once im completely restrained and at his mercy. Him completely ignoring my begging and pleading to put one back on because im not on birthcontrol. Need him to keep fucking his seed into my unprotected fertile womb over and over again while im crying and struggling and begging him to stop. Need him to tell me to shut up and take it, that this is what my body was made for.

[boywombs]

coerced breeding….. make me think i want it, tell me it’s gonna be better without a condom, honest, and i don’t even gotta do anything, “lay down, here, i’ll pull out when i’m close, i promise”

praising me the whole time until i stop complaining, hips pushing back against yours until you force your cock in as deep as you can, groaning into my ear, my body trapped under yours while you pump your cum into me. cock pulsing against my cervix, making sure all of it gets where you want it, where it’ll have the best chance to knock me up

[groupies1ut]

begging them not to cum inside you while they rape you

but they just cover your mouth and tell you that sluts are only good for breeding

so they fill you with cum and leave you impregnated

[iluvudaddy]

I want a dog to fuck me till I'm pregnant with a whole litter, and when they grow up I want them all to take turns raping my cunt 🤤

[pupcuntz]

my breeding kink is downright embarrassing 😵‍💫 why is it that i want my boywomb to be pumped full of cum and seed so that i can watch my belly get big and round with pups growing inside me

[tastyad4349]

Pardon me but um... please?

[casualbreederman]

Boys fuck and cum on your face or tits.

Young men pretending to be dom creampie and call it risky.

Daddy's, well us older Daddy's put you into the breeding press, we hold you in place with our weight.

I don't creampie, I cum deeply inside you, so you can feel my seed splashing against your cervix.

I don't want to see my cum dripping out of you.

I want to know it's in you still, all of it, deeply inside you.

This is not a creampie Dom, I'm not a risky Daddy.

I am an Impregnation Daddy.

I am going to fuck you

I am going to cum inside you

I am going to keep cumming inside you

I am going to keep making you pregnant.

It is your role in life to be pregnant just as much as its mine to make you pregnant

I don't care how long it takes, how many times I have to fuck you, even if it never takes I will keep trying.

[pupshome]

Having someone closely rigorously monitor my ovulation and making sure I take their cum when I'm most fertile to make sure I carry their baby and have my tummy swell. 🥵💖

[ezrasbackrooms]

this is the outfit i would wear to get cum on

[vikakoshka1283]

i looooove the term insemination like yes dont even treat this as anything close to sex bcs all that matters is that you get your sperm in me >.< soooo hot

[weaklittlefakeboy]

i’m thinking of a world where men entering adulthood are paired with women entering adulthood and symbolically enter manhood during a public claiming ceremony. during these ceremonies the woman is forced to lay spread eagled on a bed in the middle of an arena- ensuring her spread legs and pussy are able to be seen by everyone in the massive crowd. the man shows his dominance and superiority over the woman- who will become his wife- by fucking and impregnating her in front of their entire town.

you’re a trans man living in this society where this tradition is followed and today is your 20th birthday- you’re entering symbolic adulthood and your ceremony is today. though you perceive yourself as a man in every sense of the word and feel it deep in your soul- your small stature, delicate features, and most of all- bouncy b cup tits and pussy- define you as a woman in the eyes of everyone in your town.

womanhood and the ceremony where you will be fucked and bred are inescapable for you.

you stare blankly at the wall in front of you as your mom and sister fuss over your appearance- dressing you in the traditional ceremonial attire. you look towards the mirror and feel entirely disconnected from the image staring back at you. despite the short hair cut you gave yourself weeks ago- you are dressed in a delicate white sun dress and certainly look the part of the wife you will soon become.

your mom- who went through this ceremony like all women before her- cups your face and smiles “don’t be nervous my darling. it may hurt at first but entering womanhood and submitting to your husband is a beautiful thing. i’m so excited to spoil my grandbabies.” you flush at the reminder of your fate and stay silent. “come, it’s almost time.”

a line of older women who have already undergone the ceremony surround you and lead you in a slow walk through the long hallway leading into the breeding arena. as you walk closer, the noise of the crowd waiting excitedly grows louder. your ears ring with nervousness as you walk through the grand arch and take in the crowd before you. as you walk closer to the center you see the vague outline of your soon-to-be husband walking at a matching pace through the corresponding arch surrounded by men who smirk and shove him playfully towards the bed in the center of the room. the crowd goes crazy at the sight of the man and his new bride- leering and shouting obscenities that blend into one cacophony of noise.

“fuck her!” “make her scream!” “knock her up!”

as you and the man meet in the center of the arena- you get your first look at his face and gasp. your breeder is your childhood best friend, matthew. he was the one person you felt safe enough to admit your transness to. he had held your hand and reassured you through all the pain you felt growing up. and he… looked almost excited?

you took a step back but were shoved forward by your mother who looked at you reassuringly. the priest stepped forward and silenced the crowd with a raised hand. the new hush that fell over the mass of people was almost worse than the yelling. you took in the hungry eyes of the men in the stadium and the almost sympathetic looks from the women. you felt a deep shame and embarrassment that all of these people were about to watch you get impregnated- especially as you began to notice familiar faces. teachers, friends, family. you snapped out of your observations as the priest began to speak.

“we gather here today to witness the coming of age of this fine young man. matthew. here, in this sacred arena where many of you found yourselves not too long ago or will find yourselves soon- we will observe as matthew’s bride submits to his dominance and masculine superiority and becomes his woman and the mother of his offspring- which will become the new generation.” the crowd hums. the man turns towards matthew and his father. “men, prepare the bride.”

your heart pounds in your chest as the women who led you into the stadium excluding your mother- stride away from you. matthew comes towards you and grabs you by the chin- forcing you took up at him as he towers over you. “i’m so happy it was you” he says taking in your attire. “i can’t wait to show you how a real man treats his woman”

you barely have a moment to feel your betrayal before your dress is stripped from your body and you are thrown onto the bed. leaving you bare and exposed to the crowd. matthew doesn’t waste a moment- he gropes your chest, fondling one of your breasts and looking down at you with an unreadable expression. he trails his other hand down your trembling form- pausing at your flat stomach. “i’m going to make you swell with my children, and i won’t stop at one. i want a big family.” you whimper and try to push him off but your hands are pinned by two people behind you. you stretch your head back and flush when you see that they belong to your mother and matthew’s father.

“this is the undeniable place of a woman.” started the priest again as you began to weep “she lies, restrained, underneath the strong form of her man. notice, my people, how weak and fragile she appears under the strength of our young matthew. how he towers over her. the natural place of a woman is submission- while a man feels the urge to dominate and control.”

matthew’s hand makes its way down to your pussy and he wastes no time shoving a finger inside of your quivering hole, thumb playing with your clit. you moan against your will and he smirks. “you can deny you like this and struggle all you want, but your wet pussy, she doesn’t lie.” he began to finger fuck you fast and you throw your head back with unwilling ecstasy. the bed shifts beneath you as your former friend climbs onto the bed alongside you- stroking his growing cock. “i’m going to fuck you so hard, i’m going to make your brain melt and make you forget that you ever wanted anything other than this right here.” he curved his fingers and pressed on your g spot making you squeal femininely and arch your back obscenely. the crowd echoed with laughter that elevated your shame- though you were quickly losing your inhibitions as the pleasure grew stronger.

“look at this” he grabbed your chin once more, forcing you to look down this time. your mouth fell open as you gazed upon his long, thick cock that he rested over your stomach. how would that ever fit inside of you? “this is what real men have. they use it to fuck girls like you. you always whined and cried about how nobody would ever see you as a man- but how could they? look at your stupid little needy pussy weeping for my cock already. you can deny it but this pussy right here?” he slapped it making you gasp “was born for taking cock and receiving a man’s seed.“

he emphasized his point by lining up his cock, making your heart pound in anticipation, before slipping in in one long thrust that forced unimaginably embarrassing noises from your mouth. your eyes rolled back into your head as you were officially submitted. the crowd roared as matthew finally claimed you as his wife and the breeding ceremony began.

arms still restrained above your head, you gasped and moaned like a bitch as matthew began to fuck you. every thrust filled you with warmth and filthy filthy pleasure. “look at me bitch” matthew grunted. you opened your eyes and made eye contact with your husband. “you’re such a good girl. this is the rest of your life, whore. you’re going to give me so many children. you’ll be a good mother.”

matthew’s strong hands grabbed at your waist and he began to fuck you harder, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder. the change in angle had your eyes rolling into the back of your head and your jaw dropping. “oh oh oh my god” you moaned. your tongue fell out of your mouth as you felt unimaginable pleasure. you knew then that you had absolutely no power. your mom and matthew’s father kept your arms tightly restrained above your head, his masculine hands caressed your soon to be pregnant stomach, your tits bounced with every thrust of his hips against your ass. you were submitting to him entirely. the thought made you gasp and throw your head to the side.

“fuck yeah, uh. fucking bitch-“ you vaguely registered matthew’s words and opened your eyes to take in the crowd that was watching you be dominated so profusely. the men looked hungrily at your spread legs and fucked out pussy. even the priest looked at you and saw nothing but a woman being put in her place. not one of those hungry eyes were looking at your bouncing breasts and saw a man. matthew seemed to catch your line of thought and laughed as he thrusted in and out of your weeping pussy.

he let go of your lifted leg, resting it on his shoulder, and you were ashamed to say you made no effort to move- too lost in agonizing pleasure and an indescribable loss. he grabbed your throat and looked down at you again. “you’re a woman- MY woman. say it. say it and maybe i’ll let you come.”

“i- i’m your woman.” you gasped as he put more pressure on your neck.

“you were made for me, you will spread your legs for me at my every whim and carry my children. because that was what you were made for.”

he slapped your face and accentuated his words with a hard thrust. the pleasure was building even more now.

“i, oooh, was made for matthew, i will spread my legs for him at his every whim and carry his children. because that was what i was made for.”

“good girl” he said, you nodded and screamed with pleasure as he lifted both of your legs and spread them wide- jostling your whole body with a newfound vigor. “i’m gonna come inside you and make you a mommy, slut.”

those words alone made your back arch and toes curl as you came your brains out on his superior cock. your mind went blank with pleasure. but he wasn’t stopping. you didn’t even realize, but your arms were released from their hold as you climaxed. unrestrained, your arms unconsciously wrapped around your new husbands back as you shook and squealed and finally gave into your role.

“ahhhh, fuck me please keep fucking me. oh my God. please give me your babies i’ll be a good girl i promise please just keep going.” matthew laughed in your ear, the sound deep and full.

“whatever you say, wife.” he pushed your legs down and folded you into a mating press, fucking you hard and fast and- somehow- at the perfect angle. each and every thrust hit your g spot and another orgasm was coming on fast. you couldn’t control the noises that were coming out of your mouth- you scratched lines into your man’s back as the pleasure built up again. he moaned in your ear “i’m close, i’m gonna flood your womb with cum.”

you screamed louder than you’d ever screamed before as you felt your husbands cock twitch inside you and warm jets of cum shot straight into your fertile womb. this climax was even better than the previous and you lay there- the picture of womanliness and submission.

you barely registered your husband pulling out of your used pussy or your legs falling onto the mattress. you were completely fucked out. your tongue lolled to the side as you smiled slightly, eyes glazed over, legs twitching and cum slowly leaking out of you. distantly you heard matthew’s father joking with his son “i guess you really made her brain melt huh kid?”, your mother brushed your hair out of your face and whispered words of congratulations, the crowd cheered and chanted.

but all of that noise faded into the background as waves of pleasure ran through you. maybe being a woman wasn’t so bad after all.

[everydaythesame69]

Free use law passes and you can't even make it a block away from your house anymore without being used by some random man. Having to leave for work hours early and sometimes still not being able to make it in because you're too busy being gang raped by construction workers just down the street. They took away women's licenses, along with the rest of your rights. so you're forced to walk whenever you need to go somewhere, easy prey. You can try to tell them no, but they're so much bigger and stronger than you. Even a scrawny man can overpower most women. All you can do is take it while they violate your holes, pumping you with load after load of cum. Turning into nothing but a fleshlight/incubator for strangers.

[zvdvdlvr]

Hi! Firstly, I wanted to say that I adore your imagines! Secondly , I was hoping you’d agree to write an imagine based on s3 e7. Specifically the end of it when he’s sitting on his couch rubbing his fingers the baby touched. Maybe that makes him realize he wants a baby of his own with you? Thanks in advance!!!🩵

what i want ✩ gregory house

🫀- synopsis. Greg knows what he wants, but he needs to know that you want the same thing.

🫀 - warnings. I got a little carried away… SLIGHT impregnation kink. OOC House but i dont care. i hope you enjoyed this, anon!! 🤍

Greg’s mind had been bizarrely silent.

Instead of the regular influx of thoughts that flooded his brain, Greg just heard his heartbeat and his breathing. Well, the T.V. too, but the point is that something was off.

The face of House’s watch read fifteen minutes before eleven o’clock at night, and Greg hadn’t thought if a single thing since the surgery.

The case was an unusual one- as always- consisting of a pregnant photographer who had a stroke. After fainting, House and the team had deducted that the baby (House consistently reffered to it as ‘the fetus’) was killing the mother. Eventually, her organs started to shut down so a surgery was needed to fix the baby to fix Emma.

During the surgery, the unborn child had reached out and clasped it’s tiny hand around Greg’s pointer finger. The baby’s arm wasn’t even the length of Greg’s finger, House noticed. Truly, Greg hadn’t realized how long he had been staring at the baby’s fingers until Cuddy had called his name twice.

Now House thought of that moment in the operating room. He pressed his thumb down lightly to match the amount of pressure Greg felt when the baby held onto him.

Kids were a nuisance. A waste of money, the reason why so many people had heart attacks, and disrespectful. But… they were also cute sometimes and, apparently, wanted nothing more than to make their mommy and daddy proud of them. Well, that’s what Wilson had said when Greg had asked why people wanted kids so badly.

Greg didn’t know if you wanted kids.

You were great with them at any age- infant, toddler, and even those devilish pre-teens. In fact, you seemed to glow whenever someone trusted you to hold their baby. You made sure to look up and find Greg: watching you like he always does. He can’t help but feel a wry smile pull at his lips when he pictures you, your own finger being clutched by your own baby.

Greg was torn; he didn’t know what he wanted.

“I think I’m going to blow up,” you sang as you closed the door behind you. Greg stays still, thumb still pressing on his pointer finger.

You toe off your shoes and start to unbuckle your jeans as you head for your shared room. Greg doesn’t look up when you eventually traipse back out wearing Greg’s sweatpants and and old shirt Greg didn’t know he had. You navigate yourself under his arms and carefully over his leg to lay carefully on him. Greg feels the slow puff of your breath on his neck as you exhale. “Did you eat already, love?”

Greg lets out his own sigh and he let’s his hands rest on your back. “No. Expired lasagna didn’t really sound too appealing to my refined taste,” he replies.

“What’s wrong?” You ask looking up at him.

Greg blinks at you. As he slowly meets your eyes, he starts to feel you hand gently raking his hair back and running your thumb over his prickly facial hair. Just like you always do.

And then it comes to him.

“Do you… want kids?”

Your eyebrows furrow. “I… don’t think so. I don’t- well, you don’t want kids, do you?”

“That’s not what I asked,” Greg chided, squeezing your ass. “Do you want kids?”

It takes you a ling moment to answer. So long, in fact, that Greg thinks you may have fallen asleep with your eyes open. “Probably not. I don’t think you want kids so I haven’t really thought about it. Why?”

Greg keeps going. “Would you want kids? With me?”

You lay your head back down on his chest. “Yeah. If you wanted them too.”

House doesn’t really know how to proceed with the conversation, so he lets you play with his fingers as you watch the baseball game Greg put on. “I want one.”

Your movements stop. Yet again, you peer up at Greg. This time with unhealthily furrowed eyebrows. One of your hands comes up to check your boyfriend’s temperature. “Are you okay? Do I need to call Wilson?”

Greg looks pained as his hands slide up your body to rest at your face. His thumbs rest on your cheekbones. “I want a baby with you, y/n,” he tells you, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. “I want- I want your womb to swell with our kid. I want a little extension of you to put up with when you’re working late. I want you to marry me and I want you to be the mother of my child.”

Your mouth dropped open. “That’s- wow.”

“Wow,” Greg repeats with an unsure smile.

“I’m not going to lie,” you say, cracking a smile. “I’m pretty turned on right now. I’m just really surprised that you have baby fever.”

Greg groans. “Tell me what you want, woman! I just rather uncharacteristically spilled my guts and you say ‘wow’!”

You snicker and support Greg’s neck with your hand as you lean up to kiss him. As expected, he wraps his arms tightly around your waist and reciprocates your passion tenfold.

“We could practice the baby-making for the honeymoon,” you whisper after pulling away from his lips.

Greg’s eyes flutter closed and you chuckle. “I would say ‘race you to the bedroom’, but I think you’re going to beat me anyway,” he rasps. You exhale a laugh through your nose as you start to press kisses from his lips hown to his neck. “Let’s go to the bedroom, yeah?” Greg asks, humping you pathetically as you kiss him.

“Fuck yeah,” you respond lowly, a dangerous smile in your face.

[groupies1ut]

not wearing panties under my skirt so an iky old man can lift my skirt up on the train and rape me <3

[kabr0ztrousers]

Kabr0z Writes Episode 9: Farm Work

Find the rest of the stories here!

CWs: Noncon; kidnap; lactation play; transformation; restraints; corruption; forced impregnation; forced tf; bondage; probably a dozen things I've missed

Author's note: I'm really not kidding when I say you can help by giving me ideas! Want me to write about something? Drop me an ask or a DM! I'll probably get around to it in the next 350+ days!

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Maybe you stayed out a little late? Maybe you were in the wrong place at the wrong time? All you know is you got jumped.

It was on the way home after work, you hadn't noticed them get off the train behind you, hadn't heard them gaining on you. You only noticed them when the chemical-smelling rag was pressed against your face, and the world went dark.

You woke up already naked and sweaty. Your arms were bound down your back, forcing your chest to push out, showing off your tits in the half-light. You could hear shouting in the next room, then everyone went quiet quiet as a voice called out 

"Next is lot 35, female, mid 20's, recently acquired"

They pushed you forwards and you stumbled, your ankles tied so you could only take small, hobbling steps, your bare feet numb on the cold concrete floor.

You emerged through the door into a spotlight. Blinking against the light you could see the room was full of people but you couldn't see any faces. 

Everyone could see you, bare, glistening, unable to cover yourself. You cowered away from their gaze, and yelped when a man hit you across the buttocks with a cane.

The auctioneer started the bidding, calling out numbers and taking bids faster than your addled, panicking brain could follow them. All the while, the man with the cane was watching. If you slouched? Whack. If you looked down? Whack. If you tried to hide any part of you? Whack.

The gavel went down. You're not sure how much you sold for. You were led off into another room, then into the back of a van.

You weren't sure how long you were in there, gradually coming down from whatever they used to knock you out. When they opened the doors you were somewhere else.

A large man, bald and scarred, manhandled you up and tightened a collar around your neck. He attached a long pole to it and started to manoeuvre you out. You were pulled through a maze of corridors, into a room with dozens of other women restrained to the floor and groaning. A smaller man waited, dressed in riding gear and carrying a crop.

"Ah, the new arrival." He pulled out a torch and examined you by the light, prodding and poking, feeling your tits and forcing open your mouth to see inside "All her own teeth, reasonable build, looks perfectly adequate. Get her settled." He left the room by the door you came in. 

The large man pushed you to a space between two other women and attached your collar to the floor with a short length of chain before going behind you and connecting your ankles to the floor. 

You were stuck there, knelt down with your naked ass in the air, face inches from the floor. 

That's when you heard it. Something was being led up behind you. Something huge and snarling. You could feel it's breath on your behind as it got to you. It was smelling you. Then it was upon you. 

It was heavy on your back, driving your face and chest into the floor as it thrust it's cock over your ass. It felt huge on your back, already oozing fluids. You cried out as it found its mark and started pressing against your pussy. It slid off again and again as it thrust madly, over and under you, until it didn't.

The pain almost made you black out. It was bigger than anything you'd had down there, and it wasn't letting up. Again and again it pounded into you until you couldn't see for tears and your screams turned to hoarse whispers.

Only then did it slow. One. Two. Three last mighty pumps into your quivering, punished pussy before it held in its throbbing cock. How breath on the back of your neck, stale and damp. You could feel the cum filling you up, pooling in your womb. It pulled out, your pose stopping any from spilling out despite your loosened hole. Whatever it was was being pulled away from you. Drawn sullenly back to wherever it was kept. 

You didn't move for the rest of the day. Not that you had much choice.

You woke to a bowl in front of you, filled with a tasteless beige slop. You tried not to eat, the food making your stomach turn. You weren't given a choice. You had your face pushed down into it, forced to eat just to make enough space to breathe.

This continued for weeks.

You thought it was just the food at first, making you sick when you woke up. Then you realised you hadn't had a period yet. Then you felt yourself start to grow. Your belly and your tits both getting larger. You couldn't not notice it. They couldn't either.

You woke to someone hefting your tits. They were manhandling them into plastic cups, suctioned on around your growing nipples. Then they turned the machine on.

You groaned. The machine was suckling you. Gently pulsing the suction up and down to start milking your tits. It lasted for hours. Days. Eventually you felt yourself starting to give milk, you saw it flowing down the tubes leading from your body. 

The food changed. It wasn't just flavourless any more. Now there was something different about it, something strange that made your tits and clit tingle and throb. 

It didn't stop. All day and all night the machine would pump out milk, more and more as the drugs and your own body did their work. You felt something else as well. Your clit kept tingling and buzzing, the drugs and the unending stimulation keeping you on edge, always ready to orgasm at any moment. But the moment never came.

The handlers don't touch you now. You hadn't had the creature since the first night. You're nothing but a whimpering cow, mooing and braying on the machines.

Until you aren't.

The handlers are taking notice of you again. You're hearing them talking about you. You're almost ready. 

You wake to someone behind you. You wiggle your ass to get some attention, and feel something strange between your thighs. Your clit feels big and hard against your legs. It must be at least an inch long after all the drugs and the edging. You feel it. Another tube suctioned over your clit. You hear a button clicking on the machine milking you. The cup on your clit starts pulsing in time with the others.

It's too much.

You cum immediately, the orgasm causing your swollen pussy to contract and throb, begging to be filled with something, anything. You moaned and begged for the man behind you to just fuck you already, you didn't care any more, you just wanted him inside you. 

He walked away. 

You don't know how long the orgasm lasts. By the time you can think straight again you're face down in a puddle of drool, your hips still bucking in time with the suckling on your tits and your swollen clit.

The strange taste is still in your food. It feels like every few days your tits grow another size, your clit another inch. 

Then it happens. You can feel something welling up from within you, pulsing through you. It feels like something is travelling up the length of your distended clit, coming closer and closer until inch by tortuous inch it starts.

You cum. Your pussy cleanches and squirts, your body convulses and you thrust your hips forward reflexively.

You can feel something coming out of your clit. Thick, hot cum is flowing out of you in a steady stream, each pulse makes you cry out in ecstasy. 

The drugs, the humiliating position you'd been stuck in for months, the beast growing in your belly, all forgotten.

This is all you want. To kneel here. To be milked for everything you have. To be knocked back up whenever you finally give birth to whatever it is in your belly.

You won't leave here, not for anything