#impregnation kink

[tastyad4349]

I must be ovulating bc I want a big tummy full of baby real bad lately and its starting to eat away at my sanity, I think.

[ickypvppys]

honestly like dysphoria vs my need to be my owners breeding bitch and letting him fill me up with his pups day in and day out

it’s sort of an embarrassing kink to have as a tboy but i have the biggest impregnation kink. pump me full of your litter ! :3

[sensuwrites]

Pulling away from me and dragging your fingertip across my lips, painting me with my own cum before kissing me deeply again.

[dastardlydionysus]

Your womb looks empty. Want me to put my baby inside?

[weiner-does-preg]

That wasn’t supposed to happen

[punishpet]

“Its a fact men and women are complimentary and necessary for reproduction”

The trans girl getting impregnated by her cis girlfriend rn

[dreamsthatdream]

[pupboy666]

I want so bad to be someone’s little breeding pet. Constantly knocked up with a tight round belly. Willing to birth litter after litter.

[theotherwoman-emily]

Heavy, milks breasts. Swollen, ready to feed from. Full womb, swollen belly. Growing new life.

Wide birthing hips.

Tender, sensitive pussy. Always leaking, always ready for the next load, always ready to be bred again.💋

[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

[germanknifemommy]

Wtf is this? No, I obviously know what a condom is but why are you giving it to me? Haha, you're funny. There's no way that I'm putting it on.

Why not? Because I want to get you pregnant. Don't act so surprised, I told you multiple times. Did you think I was just joking? Oh no, I was being dead serious.

I can see the way you're blushing. You're considering it, aren't you? Watching your belly grow as you get to experience the joy of carrying my demon spawn.

So what's your answer, do you want me to get you pregnant?

[dastardlydionysus]

Nice tummy. Let me hold you down and fuck a baby into it.

[nonbinarywannabepreggo]

After so many hours of edging to Detrans content, I activelly engaged him into it. Now, when it's just us, he will call me by my actually birth name, wich I hate. He's only to call me on feminine and he's to feminize me. He confessed he gets off from being on a straight relationship and he's considering bimbofying me. He told me I should cum like a girl, by only playin with my pussy and nipples. He will start trying to naturally induce lactation. I will schedule the removal right after I defend my dissertation and get my master's. We agreed no hormones nor condom, and he'll pull out if he doesn't feel like knocking me up. He told me it's easy to pull when he's on top, but when it came to see me riding him, sighing and moaning, he wouldn't pull out if I didn't. He wants this to be an accident. And he doesn't want to be notified when I'm with child. He wants to discover by looking at me and seeing that glow pregnant girls have. The baby bump, the swollen titties. I asked if he wanted to Detrans me. First he said no, then he said maybe, and now I'm letting a real man who's discovering his heterossexuality turn me into his girl. He asked me if I'd fully Detrans for him, and I told him the only thing I asked is for me to always be pregnant, because that's when I'm a woman: conceiving, carrying. All he'd have to do was give me that positive. I'm now his wife and mommy of his children. He will shave my beautiful beard and requested me to wear long nails and keep hair short. I'm to wear a bra at home, and he will buy me feminine underwear. Filling bras, lace panties, he even said I would be truly pretty with a nice wig. I'll gain weight and get even more feminine. He'll turn me into a true woman. And I understand I might actually Detrans if he tells me to. Apparently, he would want me to get a boobjob. I get wet, thinking about coming out as Detrans without even being a woman, just because I want to the world to know I took his cum deep into my unprotected pussy. I wonder if I would still be pretty with all those years of T. This kink is getting me into being a straight breeding bitch and I love the fact that my fiancé got to discover breeding and then never again went for dick. He now mainly see straight porn, and sees me as the girl. I'll keep you guys updated on my forced detrans. I'm an actually fakeboy now, going off of T and BC for the kink (until my owner decides it's for life).

[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.