#breeding blurb

[rafedaddy01]

“I think we need to take a break”

That sentence alone killed Rafe, he never thought it would get this bad. I mean who is he kidding, he knew you two were having problems. Hell, he knew he was the problem. Constantly causing you stress and being a toxic person overall, he was always so negative and he knew you were fed up but he expected the two of you to work through your problems, not break up. He loved you.

The next morning Rafe wakes up angry. He misses you, goddamnit it how much he misses you. He hated himself for even allowing you to have the thought of this stupid break. He needs you. He’s gonna call you, he’ll fix this.

He tried your cell about 14 times until he finally decided to show up to your house. He’s banging on the door, yelling your name from outside the window, overall being a crazy person but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t see it that way. He thinks you’ll see this as a grand gesture. His way of saying he can’t live without you. He needs you.

You finally open the door, but the look on your face tells Rafe that you don’t see this as a grand gesture. In fact you look pissed off with him and for that he won’t stand. “Baby, I missed you. Can I please come in, we need to talk” he tries to push past the front door but you stop him. “Rafe.. we already talked. I said I needed a break. This isnt a healthy relationship. I mean look how your acting for god sakes! It hasn’t even been 24hours and your already acting like a crazy person.” Your trying to keep your composure, knowing how Rafe gets if he’s angered. “Rafe please just leave” your on the verge of tears.

You love Rafe, but you also know this relationship is bad for your mental health, and right now that’s the most important thing to you. But seeing how broken he looks as you tell him to leave almost makes you want to pull him inside and never let him go. But you can’t. You can’t let yourself fall into his trap. Whenever Rafe is around there is always problems, and you simply can’t take the stress of this relationship anymore. It’s time to let go.

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[jarofstyles]

Can we have another breeding blurb miss jars? Please please pleaseeee

Hm. Yes you may because you asked nicely 😚

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Fair warning this is pure filth! straight up.. idk what just possessed me

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“Just lay there.” He grunted, watching in awe as his cock stretched the puffy lips of her slick cunt open, the thickness of him making her shiver slightly. “And let me fuck my cum into you.”

He had already given her his load, but that wasn’t enough. No, he had to make sure it stayed there. “Let Daddy help it stick. Let me get it deep.” He was so deep Y/N could feel it in her stomach, but she wasn’t about to complain.” Such a cute, messy little pussy…” he cooed, thumb brushing the swollen clit that buzzed with sensitivity. At her whine, her hips bucked up and pushed his cock further in making the pair inhale sharply. “Oh, she’s sensitive, hm? Only came one time f’me.” He clicked his tongue. “Still achy from last night?”

Harry was a man on a mission when it came to getting Y/N pregnant. Every day, he was following the tips from books and online forums, obsessed with getting her as slick and filthy and full of his spunk as often as he could. As soon as she had uttered the sentence about ‘being ready to try for a little one’, he had been on her. Mounting her like he was in heat, insistent on trying every possible thing.

Including this. The filthy, erotic, nasty act of fucking his cum into her. Pumping his hips and burying his prick all the way inside, the slick squelch of their wet skin filling the air. Something about it made him a man possessed. His body was thrumming, balls emptied inside of her but still rearing to go.

And his love, she was so good. His best girl, laying there and whining as her watery eyes looked up at him. Almost dumb, as she always seemed to be in awe every time he filled her up, brain reduced to ash as soon as she could feel the creamy cum being worked back inside of her. All she could focus on was being good for him, helping him get her pregnant.

“D’you think it’s catching?” She slurred, messy halo of hair tangled around her head as he held her legs up against his shoulders. He sat on his knees, watching his creamy length slip back inside of her methodically. “I want a baby. I really want a baby, Daddy.” She pleaded, tightening up around him as he filled her back to the brim.

“M’working on it, sweetheart.” He crooned, eyes dark and hot as he glanced at her face before going back to his objective. “Just shut up and let me work. Tryin’ to make you a mama, and I can’t do that if y’keep running that pretty mouth.” He scolded. The tight heat of her cunt was milking every single drop of cum into her, the daily occurrence never getting old for him. He was obsessed with it, watching the mess he made and the slight froth from how wet she got and the mix of their cum. She was a bit of a cumslut and would want to keep it in her for a bit. “Should get you a proper plug to keep you full. Hm? Think M’gonna do it.” He mumbled. “My pussy anyways, isn’t it? I can do whatever I want to it and you’ll just cry for my cum. My sweet little baby.” Harry loved her so much, but there was a special type of love that came when they got dirty like this. Intimate.

She was a good girl, deciding to stay quiet but nodding insistently. Of course she would do it. His Love did anything he asked if it led to this- just like he did for her. He could feel the messy mix start to drip down his balls, the sac wet and slightly sticky as it lazily thumped against her ass. The pulsing slowed, but he was using her hole to empty every drop. “Don’t worry, baby. As soon as you’re pregnant, I’ll let you swallow it again. Know how much you love it, but I can’t waste a single drop when m’trying to get you full of our baby.” He smoothed her hair back, looking at her sweaty face with tenderness. “My perfect girl.”

[elioslover]

Baby Fever- Harry blurb in honour of him becoming an uncle!

More Dadrry / Other Writing

Harry just got back from spending the day meeting his new, teeny tiny niece, and he'd hardly been able to look away- absolutely besotted by her wide and curious eyes, soft hair, and total newness to the world. His heart feels so full it could burst and all he wants is to sprinkle this overwhelming love with those most important to him.

Even on the drive home and for a good hour after arriving home, Harry can't shake the stirring of paternal possibility- especially in the presence of his wife, so lovingly and endearingly sharing supper with him. He's so infatuated with the wholesomeness swelling within, fascinated with these sudden fantasies of bringing home his own baby- a teeny, breathing product of a love so strong- being blessed by the gift of his wife, whom herself, was enough of a gift as it was.

She notices Harry's struggle to focus long before he- chalking it up to the overwhelming excitement of the day, certain that her husband was just as giddy at the arrival of his niece as she always predicted he would be. It was hard enough walking past a cute toddler without his desire to stop and coo taking over.

When asked about it, Harry sighs out contently and simply reassures, "'M just thinkin'..."

Oh, but this type of thinking isn't so easy to shake and follows Harry all the way to bed, burying itself beneath the covers beside him, tugging at his heartstrings with sweet scenarios where he cradles a sleepy infant to his chest, soothed by the softest of snores, watching his wife giggle along to incoherent baby babbles, celebrating milestones, watching them grow, and growing alongside.

Even as the next three days drone on, Harry feels like the universe had 100% overheard his secret daydreams- taunting him with anything and everything resembling children- every where he goes, every thing he does is sidelined by the aching feeling of starting a family.

After what must have been the fourth stroller rolls past, Harry cuts his run short. Realisation that this stirring within will not be going anywhere, solidifying into the desire to say it out loud, to announce and welcome this want- need- to start the next chapter of his life.

He practically bounds through the front door, sneakers squeaking along the hardwood as he urgently calls out in search of his wife., though by the time she sings back a greeting and says "In the nook" Harry has already found her- the same place she usually hides- a book balanced between her fingers, wedding ring flickering from the rays of sunset, luring him closer until he's standing right before her.

Harry drops to his knees before she has the chance to give him a proper greeting, his palms splaying out atop her thighs, and though his eyes are aflame with desperation, a hopeful smile continues to creep up and spread along his lips until his cute dimples are on full display.

Discarding her book to the side, his wife's hands find a home in his curls, gently kneading stray tufts of his silky curls, and Harry's head dips on instinct, forehead resting against her exposed leg, pressing his cheek into her fleshy skin- this only evokes a soft chuckle that slips past her lip as she smiles at him with enamoured curiosity, "What's gotten into you, huh?"

He mumbles against her skin, breath tickling and pricking goosebumps along her thighs, his hand reaching on and wrapping loosely around her calf- thumb stroking circles into her skin.

"Speak up, sweet boy," she coaxes and even after he projects, his words are still muttered into incoherence, her legs bouncing along with her chuckling chest, waiting for him to find the words.

Harry wallows in her patience for as long as it takes to just build up the confidence to match his certainty, unable to soothe all of his nerves, even by the time the rest of him has conjured up enough bravery, his statement is so soft, so vulnerable,

"Wanna have a baby." He still can't muster the courage to look her in the eye.

"Is that so?" The giddiness coursing through her is present in her tone, hiccupping her sentence, hands continuing to play with his curls, "You wanna be a daddy?"

His face feels flush with bashful excitement at the mere sound of 'you' and 'dad' in the same sentence. Harry enthusiastically nods once more against the expanse of her thigh before his face finally tilts back up to meet her fond gaze, she's beaming down at him with newfound hopefulness.

"I wanna be a dad," he finally admits aloud, and it feels so fucking good to say it, "really really wanna have a baby with you."

The sweetest smile creeps well past his wife's lips and crinkles the corner of her eyes as they twinkle back at his own with wonderment. Her nails massage along the nape of his neck before her palm gently cradles his blushy cheek and she hums contently, "Well, that's the best idea you've ever had."

[usedtobecooler]

dad!steve having the feral urge to breed you immediately after you give birth to your first son )):

let it be known that steve harrington had never been quiet about his urge to have lots of kids and a big family. he’d known since he was a young teenager that was what he wanted — a family of his own, little harringtons running around the yard and causing a ruckus whilst he barbecued and his trophy wife laid on her sun lounger, getting a tan in her pretty bikini. that was all he ever wanted in life, all he could ever remember wanting.

and then he met you. he knew from the get go that you were the one. he wanted to see you with a big pregnant belly, parade you around town and show you off like you were the hottest piece of ass in town (you were, to him). let everybody know he was the one who knocked you up, was the cause of your shapely body, child-baring hips, fatter ass.

you got pregnant not even a month after getting married, because of course you did. steve was insatiable, fucked you at any given opportunity on your fertile days — went as far as showing up to your office and pounding you in the toilet cubicle on your lunch break. you might’ve known you’d both be ridiculously fertile, twenty-somethings fucking like rabbits tended to end up in this situation quickly.

the day he noticed the pudge of your belly looks different, rounded and a little harder than usual, he fucked you so hard you saw stars. whispered sweet nothings in your ear about how sexy you looked, how much your belly turned him on.

the bigger you got, the less he could keep his hands off of you. and you can’t say you complained, the pregnancy hormones drove you just as wild, had your pussy aching and sopping wet for him all the time. steve took advantage of it, of course he did, he would’ve been a fool not to. he’d never been so horny in his life, so desperate for a fuck.

you give birth to a boy. he’s the most precious little guy, has the thickest head of curly hair and his dads pretty brown eyes. you’re both besotted, in love, and you’d never seen steve take to a job as well as he took to being a dad. you knew then he that it was clearly what he was destined to do, and you’d do anything to keep him this happy.

you both love being parents. but the no sex is hard, especially with your whirlwind of hormones, and the fact steve hadn’t gone longer than a day without stuffing your pussy for the last year. you yearned for each other, but headed the warnings your midwife had given you — six weeks minimum, no goddamn exceptions.

he pounces on you the second you get through the door from your six week postpartum appointment, all he needs is your subtle nod of the head and he’s backing you up against the wall — hitches your leg over his hip and grinds into you through the thin material of your panties, sundress slipping up to expose you to him.

he kisses you like a man starved, six weeks of not fucking you felt like a lifetime, and all he wants is to shove his cock in you and fill you with his seed. get you all nice and pregnant with another harrington sprog — and he knows how fertile you are at this stage, knows just one slip up will have you knocked up again and it makes his cock ache.

you’re just as eager for it, of course you are. the sad, stressful healing stage was over three weeks ago and the hormones swirling through your body were showing themselves as sexual frustration. you paw at steve’s loose basketball shorts, tug him closer until you’re slipping the material down his toned thighs, dragging his boxers with them to pool at his feet.

he doesn’t waste time after that, pulling the damp material of your panties to the side and exposing your soaked cunt to the air. you gasp against his lips; feel the thick head of his cock slide in between your folds, running over your clit just barely before he moves back down, pushing the tip into your hole with minimum resistance.

you’re lifted onto your tiptoes with the sheer force of steve slipping his cock into your sweet, wet pussy. he buries his face into your neck and let’s out the prettiest gasp once he’s fully sheathed, stilling for just a moment to make sure you’re okay and nothing hurts.

it’s endearing in an otherwise feral, highly charged situation. you whine a little, hand reaching to card through his messy hair, in hopes it’ll get him to just move. you feel so full, his cock stretching you in this achingly delicious way, and your walls spasm around his length, causing him to grip your thigh just a bit harder.

“fuck, baby. never felt you this wet before, shit,” steve talks like he’s struggling to catch his breath, rocks into you and let’s put a stifled groan, like he’s trying to stop himself from coming on the spot. you feel his cock pulse inside of you, more or less confirming your thoughts.

“need you to move, steve,” you gasp, begging quietly for him to just fuck you. he cranes his neck from his place in your own, looking at you with lust blown eyes, puffy red lips spit-slick, “c’mon, babe. show me what i’ve been missing.”

steve grunts at your words, lifts you up from the ground completely with his strong arms, tapping your thigh twice to get you to wrap your legs around him. you do so willingly, whining as the angle makes him slip just that little bit deeper into your pussy, knocking your cervix. you don’t think you’d ever get used to the sheer size of him, how you were able to feel every ridge and vein. he was right, though, — you were wetter than usual.

he plants his hands firmly under the curve of your ass, helping lift you off of his cock, then guiding you to sink back down. you can’t help yourself, back arching off the wall as you mewl, a shuddery moan puffing from your lips.

“you’re so tight, baby, goddamn,” steve grunts, eyes rolling a little as your cunt engulfs him in wet hot heat, the two of you picking up a rhythm with you bouncing and him fucking up into you, “fuck, you feel so good. missed this, missed your little pussy.”

you choke out a sob at his words, hand tightening in his hair as you lean forward to kiss him — it’s half hearted, you’re just panting into his mouth, mostly. his cock is so deep you feel him in your guts, know he’s going to shoot his load so deep there’s no way you’re getting out of here without getting knocked up.

steve pants against your mouth, not taking his eyes off or you as he pounds into you, keeping you lifted up like it’s fucking nothing, “gonna knock you up again, would you like that, baby? want your belly all full for me again, need it.”

you nod your head fervently, crying out as you sink down and the angle changes slightly, has the curve of steve’s cock brushing your spongey spot perfectly, “please, please. fill me up with your babies. want everyone to — shit, right there! — know your f-fat cock did it.”

steve glances down, catches the sight your tits by accident. all hard and leaking, making a mess of your pretty little dress. he can’t have that, have you sore and aching, that wouldn’t make him a very good husband now, would it?

he drags you over to the sofa without pulling out, sits down gently until you’re back to being fully seated on his cock, and almost in a complete juxtaposition, rips down your dress to expose your tits to the warm air. you hiss, nipples pulled tight and leaking liquid gold. you hadn’t even noticed, too wrapped up in the feeling of being split apart.

“babe, you have no idea how much i’ve wanted to do this,” steve sighs, leaning down to latch onto one of your nipples, causing you to let out a startled little yelp that quickly turns into a moan. it’s fucked up — you’re both fucked up, getting off on him suckling at your tit like he’s starving, lapping at your milk like he’d die without it.

you bury your hands back into his hair, tugging him impossibly closer as you slide your hips back and forth, gaining purchase on your clit, enough to have your tummy tightening and core aching, “oh my god,” you cry, tears pricking your eyes at the relief you feel all at once — from your sore tits, your desperate cunt, every little bit of you relaxing at once.

steve looks up at you with innocent eyes, dragging his mouth from your left tit with a small thumb over your nipple, putting his attention on the other one and suckling on it instead. you’re dripping wet with milk, leaking down your belly and soaking your dress through. you can’t find it in you to care when steve’s looking after you like this, gently bucking up into you from below.

“c’mon, steve, finish the job,” you sigh eventually, pawing at the back of his head and tugging the tresses between your splayed out fingers, “cum in me, wanna feel you dripping out of me later, hmm?”

steve takes that as his cue, unlatches from your sore nipple, grabs hold of your hips extra tight and begins fucking you like he means it — hard, fast, enough to have you doing no work as he throws you around like a damn rag doll. your nails claw at his shoulders, the sound of wet skin slapping and your sopping wet cunt engulfing your senses, having you crying out.

“that’s it, baby,” steve grunts, sliding a hand over the front of your pussy and planting his thumb on your clit, circling it quickly, the sensation enough to make you almost scream, “gonna cum all over my big cock, yeah? milk me with your tight, wet pussy?”

you nod your head, crying out as the warmth begins to pool in your belly, the ruddy tip of steve’s cock brushing your g-spot rhythmically, mixing with the feeling of his calloused thumb running over your clit sending you hurtling to the edge quickly, “i’m cumming steve, fuck, fuck—!”

your pussy clenches sporadically as you come, grinding down against steve’s pubic bone as you ride it out, fingernails digging into his shoulders so hard he hisses, slaps your ass in retaliation. you swear you’ve never came so hard in your fucking life, whole body tensing and going lax just as fast.

“that’s it, honey. cum all over me, shit, you’re so fucking wet,” steve’s losing composure, fucking up into you sporadically, going crazy over the sounds and feeling of your wet cunt dripping all down his shaft, wetting him right down to his balls, making a mess of your expensive sofa, “gonna fill you full of my jizz, get you all pregnant, can’t wait to see you with a belly again — fuck, m’gonna cum,”

you’re moaning uncontrollably, body basically limp under steve’s touch as he fucks you with purpose, chasing his own release. you squeeze around him again, milking his cock and that does it — his hips stuttering, grabbing hold of you to force you down onto his shaft deep as he comes, head thumping back onto the sofa cushions, eyes rolling in his head.

you can’t say you’re surprised when your period doesn’t arrive on time. you’re even less surprised to see the plus sign on the blue test five minutes later.

[planet-dusk]

🏷️ seo changbin! x fem!reader. cw ; minotaur!changbin, breeding (that's literally all this is abt i'm sorry), ik this is only a snippet but i had to write it down ( 250 w. )

minors dni. for mature audiences only !

minotaur!changbin who is being held as a breeding stud in the king's castle and served to the noblewomen to create the strongest warriors. for years the kingdom has known peace thanks to their powerful army lead by these hybrids.

the land's minotaurs are prisoners in a gilded cage, treated like gods: handsome strong men with massive horns and a penchant for the finer things in life. their care is demanding but rewarding. the minotaur keep is off-limits to anyone but a handful of male servants (to minimize the chances of the studs wasting their valuable seed — a measure that's far from foolproof, since most minotaurs will gladly mount any willing human, a trait some servants have reaped the benefits of).

few people besides the selected noblewomen are ever granted the honor of meeting the mythical beasts; but for your father, the captain of the minotaur guard, it's a daily occurrence. yet as his daughter born without titles your chances of ever seeing them in the flesh are slim to none. until one day curiosity gets the best of you and you steal his keys and sneak into the forbidden wing...

....and you should've stayed there in the corridor, hidden behind the large curtains. you should've been satisfied with listening to the grunts and moans coming from the rooms. but your treacherous feet lead you to a wrong turn and through a maze of unknown hallways, until you land on the doorstep of one of the king's most esteemed studs.

[sunflowerxthoughts]

Dark! james smut? Something with forced breeding kink or piss kink? 🥹 I'm a shamed whore asking for crumbs 😩

James has been obssesed with you for a while now. His friends are worried, both for him and for you. They see the way he has uterly manipulated you into a relationship.

He won’t leave you out of sight. He controls everything around you. But when it comes to sex, you still have control, you never once have let you come in you.

“Just like that darling, big stretch.”

“Mmmm Jamie” you moan as he pounds relentlessly into you. “Feels so good.”

“I know it does, sweet girl. Only Jamie could make you feel this good, huh?”

“Only you Jamie. I- i- I’m going to cum, s’too much.”

“Let’s cum together huh?”

“No- no Jamie wait!”

He doesn’t let you finish. He simply holds you tight to his body and cums inside of you, much against your wishes.

“Jamie no!”

“Nice and full, my love. For ever mine now.”

[genesiswrld]

NSFW Blurb12: Kuai Liang with a breeding kink

Kuai Liang is huffing and groaning as he drills his thick cock down into your wet cunt. Your thighs are pushed down into the plush fabric of the bed by his strong, calloused hands so that your squelching cunt is facing upwards. He’s so deep within you in this position that you can feel his bulbous cockhead kissing your cervix and you’re whining his name breathlessly at the contact.

“Gonna breed you, firefly. Fill you with my baby”. His speech is slurred slightly from the way your hot, wet, channel clenches around his length. “Please! I want… I want it so… so bad”. You beg him, there are tears in your eyes almost at the thought of carrying his baby.

“I know darling, I know I want it too”. He says, spreading your thighs further to make more room for his thrusting hips. His cock drags against something devastating within you and you can’t help but scream, nails leaving crescents and marks on the tan skin of his back. His pelvis grinds into your clit deliciously, making you see stars and the wet slap of his hips meeting yours is driving the both of you closer to your releases.

Kuai Liang notices this and reaches a hand down between your bodies to rub his thumb over your clit in quick circles. “Cum on me firefly, cum on me so I can fill you with my baby sweet thing”. He encourages you, thumb flicking your clit harder until you’re clenching down on him with a sharp cry. Your pussy squirting around his thickness. “Mm, I’m cumming sweet girl, gonna fill you up so good!” He says with a growl, hips stuttering once then twice before he’s emptying his hot load right up against your womb in several sticky globs.

Note:

He wants you round and full of his baby.😩

[hrryshoney]

#1 😏😏

oh i got youuuu, sorry this is so late but i hope u enjoy friend :) i have severe writers block so let’s see if i can pull myself out

1. “What if I just continued to rile you up?”

It has been a night. Matty had brought you out for a night with the guys, a little bar and some karaoke. You knew you would have a good time regardless, but when you heard Charli was going to be there it sealed the deal for you. Why would you ever miss out on a night with your closest, and most fun, friends?

But now, you were wishing you had declined his offer. Not because you weren’t having fun, but because Matty wouldn’t know self control if it slapped him in the face.

When he had a few drinks in him, Matty was all over you. But he knew what he was doing. And that almost made it worse. That the alcohol hadn’t in fact been muddling his brain, and that he just loved to tease you. Whether he was burying his face in your neck to press kisses up the expanse of your skin, or if he had his arms wrapped around you practically hanging off your body.

Or, when he had his hand on your thigh. Innocent enough, he was caught in conversation with somebody you couldn’t remember the name of. He trailed his fingers up and down your leg, tapping them lightly every so often. You were fine with it, happily zoning out looking at one of the TV screens above the bar.

But then he started moving his hand higher up your thigh, the fabric of the skirt you were wearing getting slowly bunched at your waist. You turned your head to look at him, realizing he was still fully immersed in his conversation. What you could see, though, was that hint of a smirk on his face. And then you knew, he knew what he was doing. And he was having fun with it.

Your hand moved from where it was resting under your thigh to grab his, smoothing your palm on the back of his hand. When he didn’t stop, you squeezed him, trying to intertwine your fingers with his. Matty moved his hand so it was on top of yours, squeezing back and then moving your own back beside yourself.

You assumed he was done then. Until his hand moved back to the exact spot he was previously in. Rubbing circles into your upper thigh, and pressing down when he felt you squirming in the booth. His friend payed no mind to you, as what was happening all took place out of sight. Matty’s hands moved diligently below the table.

He kept this up for what felt like hours, and Matty’s friend just talked so much. You had to say something, or else you would go insane. “Matty?” You looked over at him, trying to cross your legs. You were stopped when you felt his hand tense, his strength not allowing you to complete the action.

When Matty looked back at you with a winning smile, you knew you were in for it. “Yeah, honey?” He tilted his head as he looked at you, and you were all too aware of his friend watching the conversation. You kicked his foot under the table, and Matty’s hand only moved higher up your thigh, his foot lightly brushing your ankle. “What do ya need?”

You knew he only had three drinks max tonight, and he just wanted to watch you squirm. You cast your eyes to the man across from you, then back to Matty. You squinted at him and bit your lip, hoping he would get your message without you having to spell it out for him. “Can we talk, please?” You pouted your lip out, fluttering your lashes at him. You saw him bite the inside of his cheek, raising his glass to his lips with his other hand to hide the expression on his face.

Matty regained his composure, letting his attention leave you to turn back forwards. “Luke, mate, can you give us a minute? I mean,” Matty looked at you from the corner of his eye, purposely lowering his tone. “Women, am I right?” He smiled condescendingly, and you watched Luke’s eyes go wide in understanding with a nod. You clenched your jaw and looked at Matty, lightly punching his shoulder.

“Fuck you.” You said, a giggle slipping through your serious facade. Matty flicked you back, his hand still not leaving the spot on your thigh. Your skin felt warm, now.

“Oh, you know you want to.” There was that grin again. You rolled your eyes, and you felt your skirt moving again. You looked down at Matty’s hand, and realized the better half of your legs were now completely on display. Though they were hidden by the table and booth, you were still in a public space. With people.

“Not here.” You said in a sing song voice, scooching away from him in the booth. Though, his hand still lingered on your leg. You could never truly reject him. “Don’t tease me.” You whined, throwing your head back against the wood backing. “You just want a rise out of me.”

Matty raised his eyebrows at you, a look of faux offense crossing his face. He brought his free hand up to his heart. “What do you take me for?” He chuckled at the expression on your face, still massaging your thigh. You swore you could feel him touch the fabric of your panties. Your hand came down firmly on the table.

“Matty!” You squeaked out, almost too high. You checked your surroundings, but realized everyone was either too drunk or immersed in the loud music to care. “I take you for a tease. Now, knock it off.” You tried to keep your expression stern, but it faltered when you felt his breath fan across your neck.

“Aw, baby.” He pouted his lips at you, speaking in an almost patronizing tone. “What if i just continue to rile you up, huh?” Matty’s fingers tucked themselves under the waistband of your underwear, fingernails lightly scratching your abdomen. “What are you gonna do about it?” He leaned in, nose skimming across your cheek. He licked his lips, and you rolled yours between your mouth as to not let a sound slip out.

Matty lowered his head, pressing kisses to your collarbone. Lightly sucking the skin of your neck, his teeth grazing the area. His hands continued their path, and you could feel the pad of his fingers on your clit. Barely touching, but making your mouth fall open. “I- Matty.” You closed your eyes, biting your bottom lip hard.

Matty’s fingers circled your clit, then dipping down to gather the wetness from your hole. “Be good for me, maybe I’ll let you cum.” You nodded your head at him mindlessly. He smirked, fingers continuing their assault. He rubbed his middle and ring through your slit, coming back up to pinch your clit. You let out a quiet whine, looking around quickly to make sure no one was in ear shot.

He somehow leaned in even closer to you, his breath on your ear causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. “Fucking slut getting stuffed with my fingers in public.” He took two fingers down to your entrance, circling there before thrusting them inside of you. Your eyes went wide, and you tried to bring your hand up to your mouth as casually as possible. “Don’t want them to hear you? But you’re so eager for it. Should at least let them hear how good I make you feel.” His dark brown eyes were almost black now, fingers moving in and out of you at a steady pace. His thumb coming to press down on your clit.

You shook your head, “O-only you. Only you get to hear me.” You don’t know how you managed, but you pushed the sentence out. You tried to clench your thighs, but Matty’s strong hand was in the way. His opposite hand coming down to rest on your thigh, prying them apart.

“That’s right, baby. Only me. Only I get to hear you, and see you, and fuck you. Only I get to treat you like the whore you are, right?” Matty’s tone made you dizzy, but you couldn’t help but agree with him. It was the truth. It was only ever him. You slightly bucked your hips into his hand, punching his fingers deeper inside of you. He pulled them out for a second, pinching your clit and then shoving them back inside of you.

“Matty,” You lowered your voice, head falling on his shoulder. Your chest was heaving. “I need to cum, please. Please let me.” You pleaded, needing to feel release. His fingers sped up, and the pressure on your clit increased. You spread your legs further for him, and you were so close you could practically taste it.

Then, it stopped. Matty’s fingers were out of you, all contact from your clit was gone. His hand left your thigh, and your panties. You opened your eyes and looked over at him, the feeling of pleasure now dissipating from your stomach. You were sure you looked crazy. “Alright, darling?” He asked, smile on his face as he brought his digits to his mouth to lick his fingers.

“Are you fucking serious?” Your tone was incredulous. You felt shaky from your ruined orgasm. Looking around once more to make sure nobody’s attention was on you. “All that just to stop.” You chuckled, knowing you sounded like a brat.

“I told you if you were my good girl that I might let you cum.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. Matty moved, slowly getting out of the booth. “Gonna take you home and let you prove yourself to me. Then I’ll give you whatever you want.” He winked as he sleeved on his leather jacket, holding his hand out for you to grab. You complied, stepping out of the booth and letting him lead you through the crowd of people. When Matty opened the passenger side door of the car for you, you clenched your thighs together once more.

With him in the driver seat, he pulled out of the bar’s lot. The familiar drive home laying out in front of you. Matty’s warm hand was back on your thigh.

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

HEAR ME OUT pornstar Eddie and Steve caging you in between them one using your throat while the other fucks your pretty pussy. Imagine Steve telling you to take it while he slams his thick cock in and out of you only to fill you with his load so Eddie can just slip right in afterwards. Them making you a shaky quivering mess because they fucked you so good. Them making you into their personal cock sleeve. But porn star Steve would definitely love doing a free use house wife video with you saying he’s gonna breed your pretty pussy and fuck a baby into you and then perv Eddie walks in 😩🤚😜

JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH THIS IS FUCKING HOT. also, just wanna make a quick note that this has brief anal sex toward the end and, of course, breeding kink is included. if that’s not your thing, don’t read!! ❤️

how about the beginning of the concept is bled into the end? like they do all of that in a breeding kink film, where you’re steve’s sexy wife and eddie is the perv who has been watching you guys have sex for months now? standing outside your windows, beating his dick as he watches the two of you, maybe even filming it for later. in the film, it picks up on a scene where you’re making brownies in the kitchen wearing nothing but a tiny apron. steve walks in as eddie hides outside of the kitchen window; the camera shows him, but you & steve don’t see him yet. you’ll know of his presence soon enough, but right now, it’s just the two of you in the main shot.

“mmm, something smells good in here,” steve says, walking in and kissing your neck from behind. his hands run over the front of the apron, squeezing your tits as he groans against your neck. “and i guess the brownies are pretty nice, too.”

you giggle, turning in his arms to give him a hungry kiss. “they’re almost done. i’m going to pull them out here in a second, actually.”

“speaking of pulling out,” steve says, rubbing himself against your thigh with a moan as he cups your cheek in his hand. “there’s something i wanna talk to you about.”

“what is it?” you question, the camera panning out a little as you bend over to get the brownies from the oven. steve is behind you once you get them out, pushing you against the counter as he rubs his clothed, semi-hard cock against your bare ass. “mmm…”

“i wanna fuck a baby into that pretty pussy of yours,” he breathes, his lips leaving hungry kisses along your shoulderblades as eddie observes from outside. “we’ve been trying for so long, but i think today is just the right day. i wanna see my cum dripping out of you, knowing that i bred you and filled you up so much that there’s no way it won’t take.”

“i do love it when you pump me full,” you reply, grinding back against his dick with a soft moan. “gotta get your dick a lot harder than that, though.”

“i don’t think that will be a problem,” he says with a smirk, spinning you around and kissing you hard.

the make out session is filthy, with saliva dribbling over each other’s lips, and tongues meeting before lips do. his hands are all over your tits, the apron coming off as he hoists you onto he kitchen counter. he spends some time sucking on your nipples as you moan heatedly, one hand in his hair as he runs his fingers through your slick pussy. eddie is palming himself on the other side of the window, watching as steve drops to his knees to devour your cunt. your legs are thrown over his shoulders, his mouth working in the dirtiest, messiest way possible. the sounds of cunnilingus are fucking vulgar, with steve moaning loudly & hotly against your sopping folds as he ate you out. he spits on your pussy at one point, giving it a soft slap before fucking you on his tongue, all while you made overly exaggerated noises above.

“i can’t wait to be inside of you,” steve pants, rubbing hard, firm circles on your clit as you give his hair a tug. “you’re so wet. i wanna feel you hugging my dick, squeezing me of every single drop so that you’re bred like a little bitch in heat.”

eddie is beating off now, but his hand just isn’t enough for him. the camera shows him tucking his dick back into his pants after a moment, and walking to the front door to find it unlocked. he’s grinning and, not caring that it may not be a good idea, goes into the house. he can hear your moans from the kitchen, and the downright disgusting things you’re now saying as steve eats your pussy like it’s his last goddamn meal. eddie realizes that he can just walk out now if he wants to; he could turn heel, resume spying from the window, and get himself off in secret like he did every night as he looked into your bedroom.

but this is p**n, so of course he isn’t going to change his mind and leave. instead, eddie walks calmly into the kitchen as steve is four fingers deep in your pussy, his mouth drooling all over your clit as he sucks on it feverishly. you scream at the sight of eddie, and steve is on his feet in a flash. after some back & forth, in which eddie admits what he’s been doing outside their house every night, you & steve allow him to join. eddie kneels in front of your cunt with steve, and they both eat you out at the same time. steve fucks you on his tongue and eddie plays with your clit, his tongue piercing swirling it rapidly as he gazes up at you through dark bangs & pretty eyelashes. your moans are so fucking hot at this point, and they’re both painfully hard from that alone; the sweet taste of your pussy is a good aid, but hearing those sounds you’re making are what’s doing it the most. the camera is getting everything, but the three of you are so absorbed in what’s going on that you don’t even notice it’s there anymore.

“she tastes so much better than i always pictured,” eddie says, plunging two fingers into your ass after using some of your natural juices to lubricate his fingers. you scream, clenching around his digits as he goes knuckle deep. “you’re a lucky fucking dude, i’ll tell you that.”

“i am, aren’t i?” steve says proudly, watching eddie’s fingers as they thrust into your ass. “she’s taking those like a champ, though, isn’t she?”

“don’t think she’ll be able to handle my dick in this sweet, tight little cunt, though,” eddie says, dragging his tongue over the left side of your pussy. “i’m fucking massive.”

“god, i want it inside of me,” you whine, bucking toward them as they keep working your cunt. eddie’s fingers slam into your ass, pumping rapidly and scissoring as steve laps up your dripping juices. “want you to breed me with that fucking thing.”

“mmm,” eddie hums. “i heard you having a discussion with your husband about that. i don’t suppose it would hurt both of us to breed you, would it?”

“it might actually help our chances even more,” steve chimes in, grabbing eddie by his hair and kissing him messily. they swap your cum between their tongues, eddie still fingering your pussy as two of steve’s fingers plunge inside of your cunt. you watch them making out with a whimper, eddie’s piercing flicking against steve’s visible tongue as steve reaches down to palm eddie’s dick through his pants. he pulls away from eddie, forcing him to his feet before pushing him to join you on the counter. “i’m going to breed her first. i’m her husband, so i think that’s fair.”

“sure,” eddie says, looking at you as he licks his lips. “i want you to suck my huge cock, baby. i’ve fantasized about that for so fucking long, imagining that i was your husband on those nights when I watched you. christ, it got me so fucking worked up; i came harder than i ever have in my life from that shit.”

“be a good girl and blow him while i breed you,” steve demands, grabbing you and bending you over before taking his pants off. his thick cock comes into view, and he slaps it against your ass as eddie groans at the sight. “like what you see, you perv?”

“oh, i do,” eddie replies, dragging his fingers through your wet folds before humming thoughtfully. “between her hot little pussy and your perfect cock, i’m not sure which has made me harder.”

“i’d say it could be a tie,” steve says, shoving his full length inside of you as you cry out exaggeratedly. “fuck, baby. your pussy is so goddamn tight, and so. fucking. good.”

he doesn’t thrust yet, waiting for eddie to assume his own position. he steps in front of you, pulling down his own pants to reveal a truly massive cock. you & steve both moan filthily at the sight, his flushed head & frenum piercing catching your eye almost immediately. you don’t have time to make a remark before eddie is pushing all nine inches down your throat, causing you to gag and swallow repeatedly on instinct. drool runs out of your mouth and onto the floor, and your eyes begin to water immediately as you try to keep your gag reflex under control. you peer at eddie, makeup already starting to run down your face as he pushes your hair back from your eyes. your throat has never felt more full, and his hands are now tearing at your hair as he keeps forcing you to look up at him.

“fucking jesus christ,” eddie breathes, looking up at steve with a smirk. “look at her, man. she’s got every inch down that slutty little throat, just like i always thought she could fucking do.”

“that’s the hottest thing i’ve ever seen,” steve says. “i’m a little jealous, truth be told; i wish i was sucking you off right now instead.”

“i’m a little jealous of you, too,” eddie says, holding your head down on his dick as you gag again. “I can’t wait to be balls-deep in that messy pussy of hers.”

steve winked, and began to fuck into you at a rough pace. eddie fucked your mouth in rhythm with steve’s movements, and the camera was capturing everything. you were moaning loudly around eddie’s big dick, your own drool making a mess as he slammed himself down your throat. steve was pounding into your sweet spot, your juices turning thicker & milkier as he the sounds of sex filled the room. the slapping skin, the sounds of you blowing eddie, everyone’s moans, and the absolutely wild sounds of steve drilling your cunt were picking up nicely on camera, and all of it aided in your own arousal. eddie wasn’t taking his eyes off if you, and at one point, he put one your hands on your tits so that you could play with them. he held you by your hair, and steve held you up by your waist, both of them watching as you tugged & pinched your nipples between your fingers.

steve then grabbed the back of eddie’s neck as they drilled into your holes, bringing him in for a hot, sloppy kiss. they moan against each other’s mouths, and you’re groaning around eddie’s length, feeling his piercing scraping your throat with every hard, fast thrust. he’s throbbing against your tongue and the walls of your throat, and you can taste precum as he brings himself out almost completely before shoving himself in again. you gag loudly, more spit dribbling out of your mouth as he fucks into your mouth. he & steve are still making out, and steve toys with eddie’s tongue piercing as eddie pinches one of steve’s nipples in his fingers. the camera gets it all, alternating between the fuck shot, the blowjob shot, and a shot of steve & eddie pawing at each other as they kiss above you.

“goddamn, she’s a fucking mess,” eddie breathes as he pulls away from steve, roughly thrusting into your throat as he groans. “better hurry up and shoot one off inside of her; dunno if i’m gonna be able to hold out much longer, if you want me to breed her, too.”

“how does it feel?” steve asks, moaning as he feels himself twitching against your walls. “knowing that the two of us are gonna fuck our loads into you, breeding that pretty pussy of yours? just like the little pathetic whore that you truly are, underneath it all. bet you knew if he was outside watching this whole time, you would have gotten off even harder. i want you to take it all right now; every fucking thing that you’re getting.”

“i know she would have,” eddie puts in. “i mean, look at how wet & horny she is right now, taking two cocks at the same time.”

steve slams into you a few more times, and then he’s cumming inside of you as deeply as he can. some of his cum spills out when he withdraws, and he admires it with a whistle as eddie pulls out of your mouth. a lot of spit comes with it, falling to the floor in thick strings and sticking to your skin in some places, your entire body a mess as they both study the creampie steve left. eddie starts eating you out, lapping up some of your cum & steve’s, before lying back on the table and pulling you with him. you straddle eddie before sinking onto his dick, crying out as his thickness deliciously stretches your leaking cunt. his cock shoves some of steve’s hot load even deeper inside of you, and makes the most obscene squelching sound you had ever heard as he seats fully. you start to move your hips as eddie gropes your breasts, with steve coming up behind you to kiss your neck. his hands join eddie’s on your breasts, both men moaning the wet sounds of eddie’s dick inside of your sloppy cunt fill the room.

“how about you let your husband in that tight ass of yours, hm?” eddie asks, bucking up to meet your movements as you bounce effortlessly & skillfully on his throbbing erection, your head thrown back in more overdone moans. “you’re probably still stretched out from my fingers earlier.”

“mmm, she is,” steve says as he runs his fingers over your hole, and you whine at the contact.

you shift a bit so that steve could easily access your ass, moaning your hottest yet as he pushes himself inside of you. now both of your lower holes are filled with dick, and you can’t stop moving as you desperately attempt to chase your release. eddie’s fingers plunge into your mouth and steve’s soon join, both of them groaning as steve rails your ass and you keep moving as best as you can along eddie’s dick. eddie is thrusting upward to help, but he’s smirking as he studies your desperation & neediness.

“look at her,” he says, pushing his fingers down your throat. “all of her holes are full, and she still wants more.”

“you should have known by now how much of a greedy cock slut she is,” steve pants, his free hand squeezing one of your breasts as eddie’s rubs your clit. “cum all over his big cock, baby. let him fuck a nice load into you, just like i did before.”

you whimper, slamming repeatedly onto eddie’s cock in time with steve’s thrusts into your ass. your cum & steve’s dribbles down eddie’s shaft, and the camera captures it nicely. between everything that was happening to you, your orgasm didn’t take long to approach, and you came with a series of loud, filthy, exaggerated moans. eddie’s fingers left your mouth to settle on your hips, keeping you on his dick as he watched your wetness making a mess between the two of you. you clench around him, your head spinning with euphoria as they continue to use you like a fuck doll, lashes fluttering as eddie’s hands squeeze your skin.

“what a messy little girl,” eddie muses, gathering some of your juices on his fingers before shoving them into your mouth again. his eyes fall to your lower belly, where he’s still bucking up as steve rams into your ass. “look over your shoulder, big boy. you can see the tip of my dick in her lower stomach.”

steve does as he’s told, moaning at the sight of it. “you’re gonna be the one to knock her up over me, at that rate. how would that make you feel? a lame perv like you, who got off on watching us fuck, being the father of her child? seeing her belly getting bigger and bigger, knowing that long cock if yours is to blame.”

“mmm,” eddie groans, twitching inside of you at the mention. “i’d be jerking off all the goddamn time over that stomach. maybe cover it in cum and make you clean it off of her with your mouth. speaking of…pull out and stand over here.”

steve does so, and eddie holds your mouth open as he brings you down so that you’re as level to steve’s cock as possible. eddie begins to jerk steve off, allowing you to bounce on his dick at your own quick pace. your ass feels empty now, clenching around nothing as you moan wildly. eddie’s free hand slaps your clit & mound as hard as possible, the wet thwack! echoing off the kitchen walls. you groan filthily, impaling yourself on that thick cock as eddie continues to beat steve off.

steve cums first again, all over your face and some in your mouth. then you follow suit for the second time, squirting twice around eddie as you drenched his balls, dick, and the table below. and then it was eddie’s turn, and he came so hard inside of you that you could feel him everywhere within your pussy. he was shooting off all over your cervix, all over your slick walls, and it was running out of you like a sieve as he lifted you off of his hips.

“she’s keeping most of it in there,” eddie says to steve, jamming one of his fingers inside of you before guiding steve to do the same. “but we should get something to plug her up, just to make sure no more runs out. gotta make sure enough stays in to fucking knock her up.”

“actually,” steve says, studying your shaking body from how fucked out you truly were, “i think we should go for another round with her. maybe this time, we should both go into her pussy together, to ensure that she keeps it all.”

and the film ends with that mental image burned into everyone’s minds.

[rafedaddy01]

Rafe stared at you with such intensity that the rooms atmosphere shifted. You knew you messed up so you didn’t say a word.

“Jesus, y/n” he pushes himself off the bed and stalks closer to you. “How many fucking times do I have to tell you to stay put!” You start backing away from him slowly until you hit the wall. Rafes eyes darken as he gets closer. You bite down on your tongue to stop yourself from saying anything, knowing you’ll regret it.

Rafes hand shoots up and grips your throat, not tightly, but enough to bring your face only mere inches away from his. His thumb comes up to outline your lips and his head cocks to one side. “If you ever fucking leave again, there’s not a single person on this island who can save you from me”

Your eyes slam shut. Your legs wobble from the way his threat makes them shake. “I-“ you try to speak up but he shuts you up.

“I need your eyes and ears, not your fucking mouth” he spits the sentence out like he hates you, and it only makes your skin tingle with excitement. You should hate this. You should hate how possessive he is.

It’s toxic.

When your eyes open you find his jaw clenched. He grabs your face between his hands and pulls you closer as your lips crash, the kiss full of hate.

You kiss him back. Moving your tongue past his lips and letting it glide against his. He groans into your welcoming mouth, and picks you up off your feet. Your legs wrap around him. His hands move all over your body, touching every surface of skin.

“Fuck these clothes” he rasps out.

His lips are back on yours as he walks the two of you to the bed and throws you down onto it. You sit up and start reaching for the hem of your shirt but Rafes hands are on it before you get the chance to pull it off, doing it for you. He goes for your ankles next, pulling you down and it’s only a couple minutes until you’re completely naked while he’s still fully dressed.

Rafe lowers himself until his mouth hovers over your bare pussy, his hot breath leaving goosebumps and making you wither with want and need. He grip your ass so hard, you know they’ll be marks, and he starts devouring you like your the best fucking meal he’s ever had.

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[jarofstyles]

Deep Inside

Wolfrry breeding, as popular demand.

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Warnings: knotting, breeding kink, slight primal play, degradation if you squint

WC- 2.1k

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Harry’s eyes stayed intently on her. Holding a little pup in her lap, cradled carefully on her thighs as she sat against the tree with her fingers stroking back wispy hair. He could hear the soft coos over the crackling fire, their weekly bonfire giving the Alpha pair a chance to bind with their pack and let them feel more secure in their leadership.

Y/N always had a soft spot for the pups, but this was a new baby. A new addition to the pack and the first bonfire for the little one. The mother was happy to hand Y/N her pup. It was a great honor to have the alpha female dote and care for your pup. No one would refuse that. There were whispers that the alpha female of every pack would grant blessings each time the pup was held by her, so no one in their right mind would hesitate to hand them over.

It was even more so with his mate. She was a natural with them. Gentle and soft and her demeanor strong enough to demand the respect she deserved, yet tender enough for the pups to trust and crave her presence. They followed her around and liked to show her their tricks and toys while she happy observed when she had the time. Babies were some of her favorite though.

Harry couldn’t help but selfishly enjoy the sight. Her fingers playing with the chubby cheeks and tickling the little soft tummy, making the baby giggle with joy. Little pudgy fingers grasped her fingers, which Y/N brought to her own mouth to feign eating them with a comical noise. The pup let out a squeal of comical delight, kicking his little legs at the motion.

“You’re incredible, aren’t you? Strong little wolf.” Harry approached quietly, not a sound made as to not disturb his love or the pup in her grasp. “Yes. You are. So strong and fierce, but you must never forget to have a gentle heart underneath the warrior walls. Okay? Your mate will thank you for it. You are to be kind… generous… sharp as a whip.” The baby gurgled in reply, making Y/N laugh. “Mhm… exactly.” Her finger tapped the little nose, watching it scrunch up. “But you see… your Alpha is trying to pretend he isn’t watching me play with you. It’s very distracting for me.”

Damn. He had been caught. A light chuckle left his chest, arms crossed as he emerged from his shadowy hiding spot and leaned against the tree to look down at the baby. The giggles stopped, a wide eyed look taking over the face- but no discomfort. His little legs kicked again, hand raising up as if to point before looking back at Y/N.

“Yes. That is your alpha. The strongest wolf in all of the lands.” She whispered. “One day you will fight beside him to take care of our pack. Maybe you will have another passion as well!” She squeezed his feet. “But he will make sure you are protected until you can protect yourself. Your father, him, all the pack. You are safe!” She cooed, making Harry’s heart grow a few sizes.

“His mother is looking for him.” He murmured to her, looking at the pup. She was, but Harry was feeling very interested in something else right now. “We are needed inside for a moment, my love. Let’s return him and then we can take care of the issue inside.”

—

Harry’s energy was big today. Y/N had a feeling she knew why he was crowding her space as they walked inside, excitement stinging her spine and warmth flooding her stomach. His hands had held her hips as he shuffled her towards his office, kicking the door shut behind him as his dark eyes took her in. He was hunting her.

“You know what it does to me.” He whispered, pressing her against the front of his desk. “What it calls to when I see you cradling pups that way. When you… lay there and allow me to watch you do the things I’ve been dreaming about for ages.” He dragged his nails over her sides, catching slightly on the material of her long dress. It was a gauzy material, one of his favorites from how it flowed behind her and made her the ethereal vision she always deserved to be admired as- but he was hating any barrier at the moment.

“It’s tradition, Alpha.” She was baiting his wolf,’knowing damn well what she was doing with those soft eyes and gentle voice. Fingers brushing through his long hair and tugging a bit at the little snares it had gotten,’making him growl. “I’m whispering blessings to babies. Shouldn’t that please you?” Her head tilted to the side, her calculating gaze hot and heavy as she leaned back slightly. “I always try to please you.”

“And you do. You do it so well… but I think it should be time that you do that to our pups.” He grunted, fingers bunching up the thin fabric and pulling it up. “You should be full of me, bred properly like the good mate you are. You should show everyone how taken you are, how good you take my cock. Stuff you full of me, my knot, our children….” He pulled the fabric above her hips. “I need it. I’m done waiting.”

He had been patient. They’d played around- but he was tired of waiting. Y/N was too, or she would have stopped him. But she was wet, dripping down her thighs at his words and the walk back. She had been well aware of his gaze and what it meant. He was going to fill her up to the brim with his cum and make it stick this time, and she ached for it.

“Then stop waiting.” Her finger traced his lip, a little gasp escaping as he caught the tip with his teeth and growled. “Take what you want.” Y/N finished the job, pulling the dress over her head and letting it fall before turning from his grasp and bending over the desk. She knew exactly what she was doing- giving him a mounting position and breaking his last straw.

It didn’t take long for her to feel the bare tip of his cock pressing inside of her. A pathetic whine left her throat, gripping the desk as she felt her cunt begin that stretch she loved oh so much. His prick sliding inside of her inch by inch, his hot breath washing over her back as he pressed wet kisses to her shoulder blades. Lettin mg every little bit of his cock fill her up until his balls were rested snug up against her and she began to squirm, a weak thrust up trying to get him to move.

“Stop.” He snarled, biting down on her shoulder in warning. “Lay there and take my cock like the good bitch y’are.” His voice was so deep, so rough, it had her eyes rolling back into her head. The man was everything to her, every little thing he did making her feel even more desperate. “Got to make sure you’re stretched. You’re soaked but it’s so tight…” he ground into her, curling his hand back around her throat as he arched her up.

“Oh my…. Fuck.” Y/N whispered, panting as she felt him pull out to slam back in, making her jolt over the desk. She never tired of the feeling of his cock taking up every bit of space inside of her body. “I love your cock, Alpha. I love it, I need it. Gimme more? Give it.” She tired to push back against him again, her cunt sweet and soft around his aching length. Harry loved being inside of her and feeling how she reacted to him.

“I’m going to give it all to you, you filthy little thing. Teasing me by being so sweet with the little ones… finally need to give me our own. Need to give you some to grow.” He grunted, beginning his brutal pace. He was on a mission to knock her up, to get her full and make it stick inside of her. It was time to start the breeding process and her body reacted beautifully.

Y/N was pliant under her, whimpering and whining as Harry did what he did best. Aggressive and hot, she let him handle her in the way he needed. Every single movement and bite had her floating, submitting to the Alpha the way the gods intended for her to do. His cock was thick and long, curved just right to hit the spot that had her cunt leaking down his balls. The feral sounds filled the office, her nails scratching marks into the priceless desk while he fucked her rough. His growls were against her ear, soaking up each and every noise his mate made as his cock wrecked her.

“There- there, alpha. Please stay right there, it’s gonna make me cum.” She pleaded, working through the squeal she had met out when he has shifted his hips just so. His filthy mouth was the cherry on top of the rough fuck that brought out the animalistic side of them.

“Just lay there and let me fuck you” he panted into her ear, the vibration of his words making her shiver. “You’re such a good little bitch. Laying out and letting your alpha use your hole the way it’s meant to be used.” He nuzzled against her neck thrusting into her at the deep pace she had begged for. It was a nasty mess in the room. Anyone inside the hall could smell it if they walked past, the scent of their sex and desperation clinging to the walls. The sounds were echoing through the room, the grunts and growls and her sloppy cunt being wrecked by his cock, Y/N unable to keep quiet with her little whines.

“My perfect little mate. You were made for me. Made t’have my children. I want to watch you swell with them… taste your breasts when they leak. I want to make you a mother, my love.” He slurred against her neck, feeling the beginnings of his knot. “M’gonna stuff you full of my knot and my load, make it stick. Get you pregnant and bred up for me the way you should stay. Gonna do it over n’over until it takes. I can’t stand it anymore.” He needed to have her pregnant. It didn’t feel like a want but a need.

“Please, alpha. Please breed me, I want it. I want it so bad, I want our babies, I want…” she sobbed out in pleasure and desperation. “Want to feel full. Want you to own me. Please, please- I feel it.” She said frantically. “I feel your knot, give it to me. Give it to me, put it in, knot me. Breed me, Harry.” She snarled, her nails digging into his wrist as he held her throat. He owned her, yes, but she owned him too.

A roar of pleasure hit the room as Harry caved to his mate’s requests. His knot catching and flaring inside to lock them together as she came all over his cock, her body convulsing slightly under him as she sobbed out his name. She was so full, so overwhelmed as she felt his body cover hers and rock inside as the ropes of cum continued to fill her.

“Give it, Harry. Give me all of it.” She whimpered, a tear dragging down her cheek. “Give me all of your cum. I want it to catch. Want your babies inside of me. Give me the pups.”

“It’s there, my love. It’s there. My perfect little breeding bitch.” He sighed, the pleasure still shooting through him as his cum shot into her in its heavy ribbons. Y/N shuddered under him, feeling every single throb of his cock as she was filled. It was one of her favorite feelings and Harry loved to give it to her.

“I love you. It’ll stick. M’gonna make sure you’re pregnant.” He turned her face to catch her lips, groaning happily into her mouth as her cunt milked his knot for all it was worth. “It’s coming soon. Don’t worry.”

[hwaitham]

i don’t think al haitham realises just how badly he wants to give you his babies until he sees you playing with kaveh’s toddler :<

[heavqn]

steve harrington,,,,,breeding kink,,,,

"You're gonna look so good, yeah?" Steve's pace was intense as he repeatedly slammed into her. "God, I can't wait."

She didn't have any time to respond to him because he just wouldn't slow down for one second. "Gonna be such a good mom, aren't you honey?"

She let out a moan in response, about to cum soon if he kept this up. "Yeah, you gonna carry my kids? All six of them?" He smirked as he said that, the shock of his words evident on her face.

"Six?!" He laughed at her reaction before speaking again, "Six little Harringtons. One right after the other. You won't be able to catch a break from me, honey."

"You want that, don't you? Want to be the one carrying my kids. Wanna prove to me how much you love me so you let me fuck you however many times I want until you're full of my cum."

"Steve - please." Her whining only spurred him on more, determined to get her to finish before cumming inside of her.

Though it wasn't long before they both had finished, him pulling up her underwear and telling her not to let a single drop of his cum slip out of her.

[prettybabybaby]

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content warning: stealthing, forced breeding

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steve wants to see your belly round with his babies. he wants to see you waddle around with swollen feet and the radiant glow of pregnancy. he wants to cum deep inside you, fill you with his cum over and over again. he wants fuck it back into you until he has nothing left to give you, until his cum is so deep inside you that there’s no way it won’t stick.

steve wishes to breed you. he wishes to make you his submissive little housewife, delicate and warm and carrying his children in your fertile womb. he wishes to come home to you in your pretty dresses, apron wrapped around you as your kids run rampant around your home while you cook dinner in the kitchen, hands on your back, supporting your heavy stomach.

he grunts as he pounds into you with increasing fervor, dropping his head into your neck to suckle on your pulse point. you whine his name and rake your nails down his back.

steve knows you’re not on the pill. he knows you’re not ready for children, in fact, you aren’t sure you want any at all. when you’d broken the news to him, he wasn’t sure what to think. his mind had gone blank, then, to places it never had before. you are going to build a family with him. you are going to be his pretty little wife, sitting pretty at home with his kids.

the condom around his cock is a obstacle in the way of his desired family. how else is he gonna fuck his cum so deep inside of you that you feel it penetrate your womb?

he slides the thin latex off his cock before bottoming out. you feel so much better without it. he growls into your throat, loving the way your heart speeds up. can you feel the difference too? is your body aware of what he has done? is it craving his cum?

you’re squeezing him so tightly he’s sure that you want to milk him dry. he trembles as you moan wildly.

“steve,” you squeak, “gonna cum!”

he bites your throat when you spasm around him, groaning into your flesh. you go limp under his hold leaving your body at his mercy and he feels himself become impossibly harder. his submissive little girl.

steve has always wanted to fuck you raw. and now he is. he feels every dip and ridge that line your insides. he feels the spongy area within your tight walls that leaves you crying.

he fucks you eagerly, wishing to see you leak of his cum, knowing that his semen is penetrating your egg deep within you. he grabs your waist and doesn’t hold back, pushing into you as deep and hard as he can. you wail under him, eyes lined with tears. “gonna breed you,” he snarls, “gonna make such a pretty mommy, huh?”

you don’t respond, unable to with all your cries. “gonna cum so deep inside you, there’s no way it isn’t gonna stick.”

“p-pull,” your chest heaves, “out.”

his hips are flush to yours when he cums but his hips still stutter as if they wanted to go deeper.

your eyes are spilling tears and open wide as you stare up at him, “steve, i-is that…” your finger points weakly to the condom by his thigh.

he thrusts shallowly. he’d never tire of the sound of his cum being forced into your cunt. “told you I was gonna make you a mommy. my beautiful wife.”

[eddiesghxst]

just got back from japan

i have been to 19 countries and every time, i smell the insanely heavy smell of cigarette smoke (i think i sent an ask abt the time i was in germany last summer) and i love it

and how i love how warm it gets

but this time its cold in tokyo

thinking about smoking on the sidewalk in a european (or any) country with my husband, steve his sunglasses are on and he has that stupid smug smile and black coffee + a croissant. thinking about european windows open while he’s fucking into u slowly so you get that hot breeze but also people def hear u. going to cozy ramen spots in japan with him, non touristy places and tiny cafes. he’s fingering u in the first class seats AND the bathroom yummy bc i hate airplane food so much. literally handing u his black card and muttering “go crazy” in ur neck and then literally telling u to buy expensive necklaces so he can grasp it in his hands as he fucks u that night. the word “no” is NEVER uttered on a trip with u lol

went to the amalfi coast two summers ago and even tho it’s not really safe to be in the water by yourself where i was at, and even tho i have a huge fear of open water, i know steve would hold you like a baby on his open cock as he fucks into you, securing your safety as u both jump into the blue sea.

anyway i love travel

“go crazy” yeah i fucking did, thanks bestie.

————

husband steve that just takes such good care of you, never wants his baby to stress a day in your married life, smiles bigger whenever he sees you happy.

sitting outside a cafe and happily sipping on your coffee and steve’s just watching you behind his dark sunglasses, closed lipped smile spreading across his lips because you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever set his eyes on.

nudging your foot against his shin to get his attention, smiling as you lean forward to push his glasses up into his hair because, “i wanna see your eyes, pretty.” you run your hands through his hair before he’s catching your wrist and pressing a kiss on the inside, another one to your palm before gently tugging until you get the memo, leaning forward with soft puckered lips to share a coffee soaked kiss. sharing small i love you’s and being absolutely disgustingly in love.

night comes and you and steve spend it at a fancy restaurant, creamy pastas and endless glasses of wine that leave you both giggly and handsy— so so so handsy. handsy enough to have steve fucking into you on the staircase of your rented villa, he just couldn’t wait and his roaming hands were making your head spin.

it’s a risky spot to be having a rather heated sexcapade, but does that really matter when steve’s cock is nudging up against your walls so well that your toes curl in your sandals, legs tightening around his body as you let a few moans slip? the rough edge of the stair is digging into your lower back but, god you don’t care because steve smells like the sea and that expensive cologne be always wears that sends you into a fucking spiral.

“god, baby you feel so fucking good. gonna fuck a baby into you, you want that?” he grunts over the sinful noises of your sex. you whimper, manicured nails digging into his shoulders as you nod, lips brushing against his with each movement. your words are chopped and breathy when you respond, “y-yeah. give it to me, please? please, please, please. i want it, steve. want that so bad.”

steve’s hair is hanging in loose ringlets, tickling the tops of your warm cheeks and nose with each thrust and it sends chills up your spine when he smashes his lips against yours, rambling about how he can’t wait to have you full of him, showing the world just how much you love each other.

and well, it’s safe to say your child was definitely conceived on that trip.

[aconflagrationofmyown]

“Just a Mother”

a Sarge & lil Mama blurb || circa 1957

Summary: just adding some back story and motivations to Elaine’s side of the story presented in The Beginning.

Warnings: None really, except for talk of 1950’s gender roles, throw away line of masturbation and motherhood

“Is that all?” was the most common question asked Elaine after she first piped up in class and said she wanted to be a mother when she grew up.

A twelve years old girl, born with the luxury of living in the progressive halfway mark of the 20th century, belonging to a prosperous middle class and raised by lenient and liberal parents ought to have more ambition. Or so her impossibly cool, east coast imported, die hard beatnik geometry teacher chided her lovingly.

“A teacher then?” Little Elaine had fudged, meaning in her heart of hearts she wanted to raise little people, she wanted to make a difference with another generation, she wanted to be loved and depended on.

And why shouldn’t she? Her mother seemed happy enough being a mother. Her mother only seemed fretful when it came to father’s business. Juggling work and home life was the only cause of strife Elaine could perceive between the two, and it ingrained the notion in her little mind that keeping it separate was the key to domestic tranquility. Children, an only child like herself or a dozen taken in by the neighbor, never seemed to be the cause of any true regret between a couple.

“Oh darling, that takes money.” is what mother said when Elaine told her that she wanted a bunch of kids. “And a lot of effort and patience, which you may have but -it takes money, too.”

The white-picket-fence-American-dream could only afford two or three little ones and a new car every five years, it would seem. Elaine would rather forgo the new car and have another child, she told her mother.

Those squabbles over money and the business that Elaine witnessed between her parents ceased altogether when Elvis Presley’s infamous yawling stuck gold on the national charts. She watched then as her parents put their feet up and joked around the family dinner table that maybe they should have given Elaine that longed for sibling, a little bother or a sister. If they’d only known college tuitions would be paid for by a rockabilly record.

That’s when Elaine decided she’d need to marry a wealthy man. Or perhaps father would give her an inheritance early, a dowry of sorts. The first Rock n Roll heiress in America. Mother had warned her that their new wealth would attract no good boys who wanted her money without sticking around after to do right by her.

“Is that still all you want, darling?” Mother had asked when Elaine hit eighteen, right before God took her. “You’ve the opportunity to do so much more.”

“Miss Gladys says it’s the most important job of all.” Elaine had insisted, wounded that her own ambitions should be always so belittled.

“Well, I'd be careful of what you adopt from Miss Gladys.” her mother had warned, a funny look in her eyes, “I’ve a feeling she has ulterior motives for directing your interests that way. You should get out before you settle down, see the world, try other vocations out.”

That had worked for awhile. First Elaine had helped in the studio and then in the hospital and then she had studied hard to become a teacher, forever gravitating towards being useful, being needed, towards nurturing others. For her it was only ever that, that was all of it, that was enough.

Ambition and experience, that’s what everyone encouraged her to seek after mother’s death. The middle aged women, those who had chafed under their own domestic responsibilities and been too late to taste the freedom Elaine longed to squander were particularly insistent. Ambition and experience. Those were things that Elaine had plenty of time to indulge before marrying and being chained to highchairs and the marital bed.

Perhaps too much time, Elaine had begun to think. She was antsy, floating around in her dead mother’s circle, working herself to the bone to forget her loneliness and making little found families with any who’d let her dote on them.

No one to call her own beside her father who’s booming business needed her less and less. He needed her in his grief, but that didn’t mean he accepted her help.

Gone only a few months she had already begun to miss Elvis, and to resent his imposed law of abstinence while he was away. She wanted to marry, she wanted a man to give her children, she wanted to have a life to call her own at long last -she didn’t trust anyone to vet her prospective husbands save for Elvis. And the cycle would begin again. She cursed him in her head, and took to watching men as they swam in the public pools, distracted by muscled backs and furred legs as she taught Mrs. Davie’s children how to swim. She wanted a man, she didn’t know what for but she wanted one.

Elvis had woken her up to that sudden ambition, and she sought it with the single minded drive she put into logistics for the March of Dimes functions. She watched the way these men talked and walked and carried themselves, the ones who curled in on themselves and the ones who swaggered. The ones who whistled at her and the ones who opened doors.

What she had initially thought cruel and lewd teasing on Elvis’ part that night in the kitchen she grew to realize was him merely looking out for her welfare. He wanted her to taste the danger of attraction just enough that she’d know what to guard against. Though every passing day made that harder, charming waiters and slick doctors and grabby handed father’s of children she nannied all sparked an interest in her that had been dulled before.

There was curiosity in her as to what they wanted from her. She knew what she wanted -children, but what did they want? She would have to ask Elvis. She would have to wait for him to get back from a two year deployment and boot camp besides.

Alone in her room at nights, surrounded by text books and mother’s diaries, Elaine wasn’t sure she could hold out that long. She had heard that when God planted a child in a woman’s womb it came out from between her legs. More and more she found herself blindly and ignorantly touching that little baby house, finding it weepy and throbbing, as if as heartsick as the rest of her at the waste of her young and empty body.

Once she tried to put a finger up there as she’d heard doctors did in labor. It pinched and stung and she pulled it out hurriedly, her heart pounding and cheeks hot.

That was another warning all the women had -that children hurt. Making them and bringing them forth. Elaine knew nothing about what went into making them, though she could see that growing them stretched and tore women’s skin to accommodate the new life. Still, like an arduous adventure or a perilous quest it all seemed rather glorious to her, thrilling even, to be growing something that would outlast you.

“Just a mother? You don’t want to be anything else?” her Humanities teacher asked her, senior year of high school. An idiotic question, as if being a mother meant she couldn’t be anything else while at it. But that Humanities class did teach Elaine one thing: men must always strive to build and create a legacy, forever pressed to leave some creation behind with their likeness imprinted on it.

Women can make such a thing in nine months and from it can come millions of copies, millions of descendants. Her lack of ambition to conquer Wall Street seemed to suddenly click sitting there listening to a man drone on about the lasting impact of crumbling ruins.

They’ll never manage what we can, she realized, they can’t create a living thing like we can, they can only shape stone and clay and call it wondrous, while we can fashion blood and bone and cartilage and birth a soul.

It made sense that through the centuries men would define motherhood as “just” that. It was too threatening a thing otherwise, and a millennium of the scorn had infected the women, too, until the miracle of children was cut down to size, to something a little less holy, a little less impressive, little more than drudgery. Why, darling, don’t you know you can go out and work for another man who is not your husband these days? You can push that man’s papers about and endure his groping, come home and endure it from another, too. Who has energy to be a mother after that?

Yes, Elaine would settle for being just a mama. If Elvis would just come back already and help her choose a daddy.

Yes, Elaine would settle for being just a mama. If Elvis would just come back already and help her choose a daddy.