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He always looks traumatized to me

I'm talking omegaverse where Dennis is a kept boy. He's Rabbot's good little omega, they come home each night and dress him up all pretty in luxury lingerie before fucking him nice and thoroughly before bedtime.

They have different kinks that they like to rotate through when the mood strikes them, and lately, they've been on a breeding binge. Each night, they request for their sweet (sometimes sassy) omega to present on a breeding bench. They'll help him strap his legs apart and then take turns mounting him and pumping him full til he's dripping.

"You wanna pup in your belly? I'll give you a whole litter."

Then when they're done, they take such good care of him. Jack will prepare the warm bath while Robby handles the immediate aftercare and makes sure he gets something to eat. They all enjoy the nice long bath before curling up in the ginormous nest that Dennis lovingly built for them. They fall asleep to the sound of Dennis purring, clutching his slightly distended tummy, still full of their seed.

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I fucking love omegaverse so much!!!! So fun to write and fantasize about. Hope you enjoyed this one too ☺️

--Juniper2Moon 🫶

Ahhhh I loooove omegaverse and I love writing anything like this tehe kept omega Dennis my love ugh chewing and eating him UP

Dennis had no issue when Jack and Robby told him they wanted him to be a stay at home mate. They paid off his student loans, let him pursue his residency in the rural medicine field that had him all the way in Montana for months, didn't make him feel bad about only seeing him via zoom or every two weeks when they flew out to him. They gave him anything he ever wanted, before he knew he wanted it.

But it was an adjustment. First he was stir crazy, but then they set up a gym in the basement that he did enjoy, especially when they got him a fancy treadmill that he could walk on and watch all his shows. Then they made him a hobby room, getting him all sorts of craft supplies, got him a sewing machine when he got curious about fiber arts, and they made sure he had plenty of books and gardening tools so whenever, whatever tickled his fancy, he could dive into without haste.

So sure, Dennis was enjoying himself being a kept omega. He had his omegan running club, his Thursday brunch, and of course, his nearly biweekly trip to the mall with his best friend. He stayed home, he hummed and built up his nest and redid it and built it up again, he petted every urge his omega kicked up. He did laundry and walked around the big house in nothing but his slippers, slipping into some especially salacious underwear under his T-shirt and shorts whenever his alpha's came home.

And they always acted so appreciative. Even when Dennis got a bratty itch. Which was usually. Dennis would only push and hiss sometimes, acting sooo put out when they would nearly rip the underwear off, leaving lace and satin across the house as he was basically yanked into their nest. Dennis loved it. Loved when he got called puppy and doll and nasty little hole and all the other names that dripped hot and teasing from his alpha's lips.

But then one night he didn't get yanked into his nest. He got pulled into the bedroom. The bedroom. No nest, just a comfy extra bed and a-

"You did not buy a- a-" Dennis said as he glared at the cushioned leather covered bench that was sitting next to the bed that had been pushed to the side.

"Breeding bench, and yes we did." Robby practically purred into Dennis's ear as he laid a few kisses across his neck. Jack walked up the heavy new addition of furniture, rubbing the padding that would keep Dennis's hips up.

"Made sure it had extra padding for you, baby, gonna be on it so much." Jack teased, eyes all darkness. Dennis glared at the bench. It was expensive, he was sure, and he... he knew the two men did really want him to use it. But something spicy spiked in his stomach, that mean streak picking under his lip.

"What? I can't present good enough for you in the nest I built you? Is that it? I don't present good enough? I don't look nice enough in our nest? You had to go buy something but to get your knots? Don't I feel like an ugly bitch." Dennis knew the words all came out snarky and cutting, but he crossed his arms and glared at the contraption. He liked being able to bully his alpha a little in bed, liked being able to kick and bite. But the cushions did look appealing... and the collar brace was thick... and straps were soft leather....

"It's not like that, sweetheart, you know that. We just want our knots to really catch." Robby said, squeezing Dennis back to him, hugging him tightly as he rubbed his cheek against Dennis's soft blonde hair. So soft... getting longer...

"Yeah, you know there's not a damn thing in the world prettier than you with that cunt up on display for us. Nothing prettier than you dripping slick in our nest." Jack said, coming to stand in front of Dennis's closing him in between his alpha's, hands on his hips, pressing a kiss to his nose.

"Just try it? Please?" Jack encouraged, scent simmered down to a dim rolling lust that had Dennis's slick soaking the $90 panties he'd slipped on that morning. Dennis rolled his eyes and huffed, letting his arms go slack at his sides.

"Fine. Fine, at least I get to be knotted without worrying about it getting jostled around." Dennis said as he stepped up to the bench. He was ruby red, core throbbing as he imaged it, getting stuffed over and over again- hole ruined-

"So pretty, already took our meds too. Knew you'd be wet." Robby praised as he pushed Dennis's shoulder down, laying him over the cushion that would support his body. Jack was quick to pull Dennis's underwear down before he was helping the omega to lift his legs, buckling them into place, Robby moving to do the same to his arms, then a thick collar was being pulled around his neck, keeping his head tucked against the U-shaped cushion.

Dennis was panting by the time he was secured down. They'd rubbed all over it, he was surrounded by cool leather and the mixed woody and rich scents of his alphas. He felt the air moved around him as he was stuck staring down at the wood floor, his cunt was leaking, rolling down his lips before dripping off the swollen tip of his cocklet.

"So fucking pretty, Den. Gonna knot you up, such a tight little thing..." Jack was first, purring as his fingers rubbed up and down, giving Dennis a cordial few strokes before his cock was pressing into him. Dennis liked when Jack went first, he always preferred slow, deep, stretching sex, his knot was decent, but Robby... Robby fucked like a dog and was such a tight-tie, Dennis always felt like he was gonna rip in half, in a good way, when Robby's knot expanded inside.

Ahi tan 😘

We miss your feet :(

Just wondering if you will draw moshang for mermay 😇

CHOMP (affectionate)

I'm so sorry for being quiet for so long. Thank you so much for the Ask! It makes me really happy, to see that so many people have sent me an Ask during the few weeks that I was taking my involuntary sabbatical... (I'm exaggerating here, of course, 😊). It's really sweet and heartwarming to read.

I think that I'm okay... No need to worry about the sharkgirl. It's been a challenging few months with a lot of ups and downs. I think that it's best that I write about my experiences in a separate blog post. However, to answer your question directly; my health is fine, i'm still currently employed and being paid, my home is intact, the dolls are in me bed or in the chair next to my bed, the blahaj is looking forward to being held by me every day, so that we can sleep in my bed together, and my littlespace welcomes me just as much as always! °^°

I hope that I'm still in people's minds, and I can still inspire people to try getting into their own Littlespace... I'll forever be around ^^

Oooo, I like this ask!

I enjoy the darker themes of manipulation, control and force feeding. I love the idea of keeping someone so constantly, achingly full that they're consistently on the edge of a food coma, dazed and foggy, able to do little more than pant, whimper, chew, swallow...and ask for more if they really want to please me.

You said you wanted to get fatter? I will set you a minimum calorie requirement to ensure you're gaining as quickly as you should. When you fall short, it's my job to make sure you surpass that minimum, whether you want to or not. On days when you do surpass it, I think you could still get at least another shake down 😈

I like a little humiliation coupled with contrast. Teasing someone for how big their belly is getting, how I can stand beside them and just disappear if anyone is looking at us in profile. Noting all the ways they're getting more dependent and pathetic. Treating their growing girth like prize livestock, poking, prodding, squeezing, measuring. Wondering aloud what people must think when they see us together.

I want them to know that when I'm feeding them, they have no choice but to clean their plate, finish the bag, empty the funnel and pack on the pounds. That's their only job.

And because I'm a switch...

I love the idea of a feedee who knows exactly what it does to me when they gorge themselves. Teasing me for being so turned on by their appetite and their fat, stopping me from touching them until they say. Mocking the meals I make for them as far too small and demanding I get more food, soda, beer, shake, whatever to fill their hungry belly. Throwing their weight around and reminding me that while I might be fit and strong, they're heavier than I could lift if they decided to pin me down. Treating me like their personal pleasure pet, existing to feed and worship and indulge them in every way they want.