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propertyofkylar · 3 months

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happy valentine’s day - m!kylar x f!pc

cw: breeding kink

You stood outside the manor door, grasping a large tote bag in your hands. It being the middle of February, the weather was still quite unpleasant, so without knocking, you walked right inside.

Almost immediately as you stepped in, you were attacked. A pair of arms wrapped tightly around you and you stiffened in response before realizing it was just your overly-eager boyfriend.

“Kylar,” you squeaked out. “Lemme breathe.”

He apologetically took a half-step back, not letting go of you. Kylar looked up at you, his eyes shining brightly through his bangs. “Sorry! Happy Valentine’s Day! I’m just so excited…” he said sheepishly, and you got the idea that he wasn’t really all that sorry.

You smiled and playfully shook your head, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Kylar practically lit up when you did that, and was about to snuggle into you again before he got distracted by the bag in your hand. “What’s that?”

You lifted the bag in question. “Gonna make you something to eat.”

Growing up in the orphanage, Valentine’s Day had never been more than you and Robin exchanging sweets you had managed to sneak past Bailey. But now, having a boyfriend, you figured you should actually do something. You weren’t able to afford much and still be able to pay Bailey, and while you knew Kylar would be overjoyed no matter what you offered, you still thought the boy deserved something nice.

Kylar lit up even more and practically jumped for joy. “Thank you, my love!”

You couldn’t help but smile even more as the two of you walked into the rarely-used kitchen. “Curry noodles,” you explained as you set the ingredients on the counter. “I figured it’d be like that crap you eat every day, but with actual nutrients and a non-deadly amount of sodium.”

His head rested on your shoulder as his arms wrapped around you from behind. “Anything you make will be delicious.”

“That’s sweet of you to say, and probably not true,” you smiled. “Now I need you to get off me so I can actually cook.”

“Oh!” Kylar withdrew as if he had been shocked. “Presents! I need to give you your presents!” He scrambled out of the room and returned with a large gift bag.

You began prepping the meal as Kylar showered you with a variety of gifts like flowers, heart-shaped boxes of chocolate and more. You opted not to ask where - or rather, how - he had gotten his hands on them.

Making idle chitchat with your sweet (and overbearing boyfriend), the meal quickly came together and it was time to eat. You dished up a plate and slid it in front of Kylar, who was eyeing the meal like he had never seen anything so delicious before.

“Don’t get your hopes up too high, it’s probably not that good,” you warned, but Kylar vigorously shook his head “no.”

“Anything my love makes is the most delicious thing ever!” He proclaimed before taking a bite. Kylar’s face was aglow with joy as he beamed at you. “It’s amazing!”

He quickly dug in for more, and with a chuckle, you began to eat your own helping. Well, it was pretty decent, after all.

You didn’t talk much through dinner - Kylar was unable to speak as he was scarfing down his food and you actually had to ask him to slow down in fear he might choke - and when you two were done, he leaned back in his chair with a satisfied look on his face.

“Thank you, my love,” he said. “Everything you do is perfect. You’re perfect.”

You smiled at the flattery, an eagerness building inside of you as you thought about what was coming next. “That’s not all I have planned.”

Kylar’s eyes widened and his face flushed slightly. Yeah, he had picked up on what you meant. “O-oh?”

Your smirk grew. “It’s time for dessert.”

Without hesitating, Kylar stood from his chair and grabbed your hand, dragging you to his bedroom. He slammed the door behind him, panting a little.

You took your time going to sit on the edge of his bed, feeling Kylar’s eyes on you all the while. He stood by the door, fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweatshirt. Honestly, it was so cute how he still got so nervous when you had sex.

You almost didn’t notice the red rose petals resting atop his bedsheets. The sight of them made you smile. It was a sweet, romantic touch.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Kylar,” you said softly, spreading your legs a little. He could see right up your dress and audibly gulped at the sight of your lacy underwear. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

He blinked repeatedly. “W-whatever I want?”

You nodded. “Whatever you want, baby.”

Kylar sucked in a breath, then nodded. He made his way over to you and tugged at your dress. “Off.”

You stifled a giggle at his forwardness and teasingly took the dress off, revealing the matching bra and panties you had underneath. His eyes roamed your body hungrily and you couldn’t help but blush yourself under the intensity of his stare.

“See, this is what you get when you don’t steal my underwear.”

Kylar frowned. “No teasing,” he said, and pushed you back on the bed so swiftly that you gasped, many of the petals fluttering to the floor.

With his hands pressing on your shoulders, he straddled you, still unable to take his eyes off your body. “So perfect…” he murmured.

Your whole body felt hot as his hands began to move, grabbing and groping various parts of you. You let out a soft whimper, which seemed to awaken something in Kylar.

He brought his mouth right up against your ear, the feeling of his hot breath sending a shiver through your body. “I’m not gonna stop til I’ve put a baby in you.”

Without giving you a chance to react, he slid your panties down and shoved his head between your thighs. He quickly set to work, licking and sucking, and he had you squirming with pleasure within mere moments.

“Fuck, Kylar,” you gasped. He knew your body so well that he was able to lock onto that one spot so quickly.

“You taste so good,” he mumbled against you, and the vibrations of his voice made you shudder.

You cried out as you hit your first climax of the night, and Kylar drew back, a wide grin on his wet face. He clambered back over top of you, tugging off his sweatshirt and t-shirt in one motion.

He kissed you hard and you tasted your own juices on his tongue. “I want you to feel good,” he said, tugging down his pants. A large damp spot was visible on the front of his boxers where his cock was straining against the fabric and he looked up at you sheepishly.

“I can’t help myself,” he muttered, and it made you smile. You sat up to peel down his boxers, revealing his flushed and painfully hard cock that was practically dripping precum. Kylar’s breath hitched as you lightly trailed your fingers down his shaft.

Shaking his head and inhaling deeply, Kylar pushed your shoulders so you were laying flat on the bed. He gently stroked his shaft, lubing up his cock between your folds.

Then, with a slightly crazed look in his eyes, he plunged his cock into you.

Almost immediately, Kylar started whimpering and mumbling, but you couldn't make much of it out other than “ohmygodIloveyousomuch.”

You yelped at the sudden intrusion, but found yourself unable to say anything either.

“Kylar,” you whined, which only inspired Kylar to move his hips faster, relentlessly fucking you as he pressed your legs back, moving you into a mating press.

This new angle had you seeing stars, and already you could feel your second climax approaching.

Kylar was pressing kisses all over your face and neck - anywhere he could reach, basically, all while mumbling under his breath about his love for you and how he would die if he didn’t put a baby in you tonight.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore, and gripped onto Kylar’s shoulders as you came again.

His stuttering hips and erratic breathing signaled that his climax wasn’t far behind. And with a cry, Kylar came inside you, his hands clinging to your waist as he thrust inside you as deeply as possible.

Kylar buried his head in your neck and laid on top of you, your limbs intertwined, and his cock still inside of you. “I love you,” he mumbled against your sweaty skin.

It made you smile. “I love you too,” you replied, and you could feel his own smile grow against your neck.

Wrapping your arms around his back, you held him close as you rested your cheek atop his head, closing your eyes and settling in.

But Kylar had a different idea.

He flipped around so he was on his back and you were on top of him. You could feel him hardening again inside of you already, and the crazed look was back in his eyes.

“Y-you can’t expect to get pregnant from just one load, my love.”

You were in for a long night.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #kylar the loner #dol kylar #kylar x reader #writing #WOW #FINALLY DONE #YIPPPEEE HOPE U GUYS LIKE IT #cw breeding kink

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frenchfrywrites · 10 months

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Was reading your obey me master list and your mating press ask for the boys and sides made me wonder about perhaps pressing the Twst third years?

Mating press with the TWST third years

MINORS DNI

Cater really loves the position! He looves that it forces you to pay such close attention to him. Oh you'd never be able to tell if he likes it more than any other position though. Cater is dumb and drooling just from having your tip pop inside of him, and having you push him into a mating press generates the same reaction lol. No matter what position you fuck in, he's gonna be drunk on your dick all the same. He'll brag to other people about you being able to fuck him in the position btw.

Trey looooves the mating press position. Part of his infatuation with it comes from the name of the position alone, for he has a massive breeding kink imo. Part of it though, is due to the fact that you’re so close to him, and he can see you better when he doesn’t have his glasses on <3 he loves being able to see your face and cling to you when you fuck him! Even if he can’t see you as well as he’d like, the sound of your balls and thighs hitting his skin is fuel to the fire cooking in his loins.

The mating press is easily Leona’s favorite position to do when you want to take him on his back. Typically I think he leans more towards being fucked doggy style or on his side, so his tail isn’t put in an awkward or uncomfortable position. But when you’re fucking him in a mating press he’s so lost in pleasure that he’s hardly paying attention to the feeling of his tail being pinned against the bed. All he can do is claw your back and beg you to fuck him full of some cubs.

Rook has more favored positions, but he has absolutely no complaints when it comes to the mating press. He likes that he can cling to you and show off how flexible he is! He likes that he can kiss you while you cum. He especially loves the way that your cock reaches so deeply inside of him. However he certainly doesn’t need to be fucked in this position every night to be satisfied. If you maneuver him into it every once in a while, it’ll the do the trick of getting him real worked up and seeing stars.

Vil will probably claim indifference towards the position, but he loooves it! He’s greedy for your cock, and loves having it feel like you’re churning up his guts with how deep you’re reaching. He likes that you’d have to be focused on him and his pretty face while fucking him. And he especially loves how it feels to have you cumming deep inside of him, making sure there’s not a drop that escapes him. He’s more than flexible enough to do the position nearly every night too.

Idia “hates” the position. He’ll tell you it’s embarrassing, and that it hurts but really he loves it so much. All it takes is one thrust in the position and all excuses die on his tongue. The first time you try it he cums so quick. That isn’t to say that it isn’t a bit embarrassing for him, being so exposed for you, or that it doesn’t hurt a bit (because we all know boy is NOT doing his stretches lmao). It's just that Being Seen a little by someone he loves and trusts, and the subsequent burn in his legs the following morning (that remind him of said fucking) are hardly "negatives". So really, he won’t complain much.

Malleus enjoys the position a lot! When you explained it to him, I think he really liked the implications coming with the name. He gets all flustered and excited thinking about you being his mate and filling him with babies. He loves having you manhandle him into the position, and the weight of you on top of him more than anything. When he’s deep into subspace having you so close is an incredibly comforting thing. Being the romantic that he is, he also adores being able to see your face while in the position.

I actually can’t see Lilia being wildly into the position. The things he’d love about it is being so small under you (the size kink goes wild with this position), and having you so close to him. However… I see Lilia as being a very active and squirm-y man. I think he’d much much rather ride you than be put in a mating press. He’s like the opposite of a pillow princess to me dkshgkah. BUT! If you did hypno with him, or maybe somno, he’s very into it and very pliant. He may be old as dust, but he can still stretch and bend like any other twink.

#this rq is nearly a year old #anon if youre still here i love you and sowwwwwyyyyyy r u mad at me? hehhehehe #spice #rq #cw breeding kink #cw somno and hypno but theyre just mentioned #sub twst #sub cater #sub trey #sub leona #sub rook #sub vil #sub idia #sub malleus #sub lilia

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biscuitsngravie · 5 months

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gangsta fairytale (shanks x reader)

cw/tw: mafia/gang setting, age gap (shanks 39, reader 22), fem reader, kidnapping (brief), not exactly a sugar daddy but he we love extravagant flauntings of wealth & financial security, smut lol, piv sex, size kink (he’s 6’6 like cmon LMAO), exhibitionism, we cum inside cause its fun inside, breeding kink, dacryphillia, nickname for reader is “buttercup, and pretty girl” unprotected sex, slightly public sex? Smol mention, belly bulge

part 2 -- part 3

At a club on a thursday night cause you wanted to go, but your friends aren’t free till the weekend and you couldn’t wait. But of course that means it’s mostly a sausage party even tho girls get in free before ten cause it’s still a thursday. And every sausage in the party wants your attention

You’re at the bar nursing a drink wondering why you even came and start debating to leave when a very not sleezy looking guy comes up to you and asks “you wanna know my favorite number?” right before leaning way too close to whisper in your ear “69” before you can even turn to scowl at him

Shanks who grabs the hand that’s about to grab your waist (unbeknownst to you) and leans down to ask the guy “you wanna know my favorite number?” his voice is so heavy you can feel the vibration in your own chest despite the blaring music. You turn around to see an absolute tree of a man and you don’t know if your fight or flight or fuck is kicking in

The guy scurries off cause like….its fucking shanks

Instead of being a bigger fish to outsleeze the guy he asks if you’re alright. You just kinda nod and give a half-assed “yeah” with your eyes mostly down and away from him. He just nods back and taps the bar as he gets ready to leave going “well be safe out here” and it’s that that has you asking him to stay. You insist you wanna buy him a drink and it’s not too hard to convince him to stay for free alcohol so he does.

He compliments your fit casually and is your face warm? No, it’s the alcohol silly. You start talking about all the annoying guys here and how “uncouth” they are (he raises his eyebrows at that one) as you just complain about how “there’s piss in the dating pool.” you wonder if you’ll just have to find the “least shitty” person and settle with them

He starts talking less as you enter your tirade. Eyeing you down and going “well if you don’t mind hanging out with this old fart, i can show you how we did dating back in the day.” you try to give him your snapchat but he doesn’t have it and can’t work it even when you get him to download it, so you just give him your number instead

He tells you to shoot him a text that you got home safe and you think it’s cheesy but you do it anyway

The date is super nice, he takes you to this really nice cafe you’ve been meaning to go to. It’s kinda strange cause the menu doesn’t have prices so it’s hard to choose (being a college student and all) but he assures you he’ll cover the bill and to eat your heart out. After that he takes you on a ferry ride and talks about history on every part of the waterfront. It’s then that you find out he’s in love with the sea and the taste of adventure, but he’s (mostly) settled down nowadays. You hope you can go on an adventure with him one day

You two spend a lot of time talking together (you mostly about your classes and professor drama, him mostly about his adventures in his youth, it’s then that he tells you he’s 39) and spend the waning hours of daylight shoreside, and as the sun sets he maps out the stars for you

“Not to be too forward, but i’d love to steal more of your time.”

So you guys go on another date. And another. And an—

Part of you wonders if/when he’ll ask you to be his girlfriend, but you don’t wanna do the “what are we?” talk, so instead you do your best to enjoy whatever it is you do have. No matter how many times he grabs you by the chin to face him when you’re looking off into the distance asking “what’s up, buttercup?” you just give the same variation of nothing answers. He knows what you want, but he’s scared to give it to you cause of who he is. If only you knew.

You’re walking down the street one day and try to ignore the scurrying behind you. You knew you should’ve left the library earlier, as the days are getting shorter, but the project is due this friday and—

You can’t even scream properly since they cover your mouth first. Your keys are between your fingers, but they grabbed your wrists at the same time. You’re blindfolded and gagged, delicately (as possible) placed in the backseat of a car. They keep saying how perfect you are for their boss and a bag of rocks drops from your stomach to your ass

They take you inside a building, up an elevator and blah blah blah, they take your blindfold off and “present” you to their…

“Shanks!”

“Watch your mouth!” one of them is about to smack you for the disrespect but shanks stops him with a raise of his hand and gives a sign to untie you. You run to him on his ridiculously fancy chair and hop in his arms crying about how these guys kidnapped you and were going to send you to some creep

He asks if you’re hurt, his frown lines pressed into his face as he realizes how bad you’re trembling. He holds you close when you look at him with tears in your eyes, wobbly lips, and a shaky voice saying you’re fine.

If looks could kill, the pair would’ve been incinerated on the spot. But they can’t. So shanks sends them away for a more effective method. They’re never seen again.

It’s then that he says he tells you that he’s the boss. You don’t understand at first until he explains that he’s “inherited” the title since the passing of his father as the crowned prince of the organization

While you’re trying to process it, he explains that that’s why he never asked you to become official with him. That and he didn’t wanna “steal your youth” away from you. But after you beg to stay with him despite it all, he sighs and says he has to be a “real man and stop pussyfitting around.” you’re his girl, and he should’ve been man enough to admit it and take care of you like he should have

Yall are official now. :)

@honeeslust here ya go!

#shanks x reader #shanks smut #shanks x you #cw gang #cw mafia #size difference #smut #cw breeding kink #cw dacryphilia #cw belly bulge #one piece smut #jordussy speaks #jordussy

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miasmaghoul · 7 months

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Feel free to share more of your high thots, I‘m listening intently

ok heres some swissdew heavy breeding stuff.

(small text for @belle--ofthebrawl because i have decided so)

Dew humping into Swiss so hard and quick at the height of his rut, grunting and sweating and digging harsh claws into soft hips. Leaking so much, pudgy little knot almost ready to pop.

He jabs desperately at Swiss, so uncoordinated and out of sorts and animalistic that Swiss cant help but pull desperately at himself and moan. Dew's so close to shoving it in, but its all so wet and Swiss won't stop fluttering and clenching and oh no -

Dew cries out, pained, when a too eager pull of his hips unsheaths him entirely. Howls as his rock hard, red stiffy glides between Swiss cheeks, begging the ghoul beneath him,

"No, no, don't do this to me -"

It's too late though. Just a few more pumps before Dew's sobbing, knot popping into nothing while he cums in unsatisfying dribbles all over Swiss's lower back. He grabs at himself with shaky fingers, but it's not enough. No pressure less than Swiss's quivering, warm hole itself would do right now.

Dew shudders through his very much ruined orgasm, gasping and cursing with each pathetic squirt that pools at the base of Swiss's spine. Every inch of him burns, no relief to be found. His stomach still twists with the urge to claim, to breed, and the growl that bubbles up in his chest is completely involuntary.

Dew lines up and pushes back into Swiss's slick, velvety hole all at once, and howls. The heat of him is searing, Dew's cock so horribly oversensitive that he can hardly stand it. He hunches over Swiss's broad back, choking on the strangled moan the other ghoul gives him.

He drools onto Swiss's sweaty spine when the other ghoul clamps down around him. It's entirely too much, it makes him feel ill, but the urgency only grows. In the back of Dew's mind he knows it'll be a while before his body has more to give. Knows that his knot is still in the process of deflating, that his mindless rutting will get him nothing but more beautiful agony.

"Hold it this time," Dew rasps, adjusting his grip on Swiss's hips. Pushing him into a deeper arch that makes his hole look extra stretched. Dew winces. "Keep me inside, lemme - fuck, lemme fuckin' fill you up, you gotta-"

"Please," Swiss slurs, fucked out and groggy. The sound of his hand on his cock, loud and wet, complements the slap of his hips against Swiss's ass. He's on orgasm number three, Dew thinks. Working on milking out a fourth and clearly having difficulty.

Still, he begs. Dew loves that about him.

"Please, please give it to me." Swiss looks at him over his shoulder, and Dew sees real desperation in his golden eyes. "Get it deep inside, make my belly hot."

Oh the sound Dew makes at that.

"Yeah," he breathlessly agrees, sweat dripping from his nose to join the spot he's been drooling on. Dew wants to drag he tongue through it - so he does. Laps at Swiss's skin like a thirsty dog while his hands roam from Swiss's hips to his stomach. "Gonna get you so fuckin' fat with me."

He sinks his fingertips into the softness of Swiss's belly, arms tight around his waist, and then he's humping like a dog too. A bestial slave to the need burning through him.

"They're all gonna see," he pants, throbbing with every clench of Swiss's walls. "Swiss they're all gonna know -"

"That I'm yours," Swiss finishes for him.

And, well, Dew doesn't remember much after that.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss/dew #swiss x dew #cw breeding kink #dont mind me im very insane #dew holds the test for him later if anyone was wondering #thank you for THAT belle (affectionate)

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djarrex · 11 months

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we could pretend

Captain Rex x f!reader

masterlist | read on ao3

Rex shows you what it could be like when the time comes to start your family.

Explicit. 18+ only. smut. a little bit of a breeding kink. mentions of future pregnancy/trying to conceive. utter filth laced with fluff. filthy af dialogue. About 2.7k words.

He runs his palms over your breasts – smoothes his thumbs across your pebbled nipples. A sigh of appreciation is exhaled with the gesture, Rex blinking down at you with adoration though you don't mistake the presence of gears turning. Something is clearly on his mind. His features soften almost bashfully as you take notice – and Rex never was able to keep much from you. It’s always written so clearly on his face – the shade of brown in his irises. They tell a story. They become transparent enough to see right inside his non-stop mind.

"You're thinking about something," you prod with a soft smile, wrapping your hand around his forearm. "Care to fill me in?"

Rex hums a soft chuckle then resumes the slow rutting of his hips, making you gasp with the slight change in angle. You feel his cock drag against your walls so beautifully, knocking against that same delightful spot over and over.

"Yes, Rex, just like that," you whine softly, though quickly snapping back into it as he bites his lower lip. Your fingers grip his hips – a gentle nudge to speak his mind. He groans.

You click your tongue at him, narrowing your eyes. “You’re not gonna get off that easy. Can’t just change the subject like that.”

Rex laughs at that – feigns innocence and his cock throbs inside of you with it. "Love, I didn't say anything."

Playfully you roll your eyes as he switches up the position.

Wordless he smirks, angling himself downwards to keep up with the friction against you as he languidly drives into your cunt. You’re so wet that you’re sucking him inside with ease, stretched perfectly around him and soaked from earlier. He repeats each precise roll of his hips, sucking his lip between his teeth in concentration. With it, you feel him deflecting your inquiry, one groan at a time. It’s when he tosses his head as far back as he can to break eye contact, when the muscular cords in his neck and chest bulge with the stretch – that’s when you really start to become more determined.

"Tell me," you manage between a pair of soft moans, tapping at his bicep to get his attention.

He then throws his head forward and breathes out in defeat – drops his face down into the curve of your shoulder. The warmth of his wet lips glides across your skin as he whispers his confession, as if he can’t bear to look you in the eyes from embarrassment or shame.

"I'm thinking about… about what it'd be like..."

To alleviate him, to show Rex that it’s okay to speak what’s on his mind, you wrap your arms around him, hugging his torso against yours. You plant small kisses to his shoulder and he sighs softly, sucking in a breath of air against your throat.

Words that are almost spoken instead fade into another low sigh, and he finally lifts his head, meeting your eyes once again. They're full of sincerity, and as he looks at you, Rex balances himself on one arm, bearing most of his weight to the side and letting a hand drift down to rest against the soft skin of your lower belly – tenderly holds the pliant flesh below your navel.

The walls come down with the gesture. The way his eyes flash with a mixture of love and utter truth says it all.

It doesn’t come much as a shock but this is the first time Rex has truly tried to voice these thoughts to you – even going as far to model for you what it is he wants. You’ve seen the way he looks at families in passing, how his true heart shines through as he talks about the civilian children he’s encountered on different war-tattered worlds. You’ve also heard the story about what happened on a planet called Saleucami – a life-changing, eye-opener for Rex if there ever was one.

In response, you lift your hips – meet each of his languid thrusts. Your arms wrap around his neck, coaxing him back down to where your lips can reach his. You move with Rex, synching up to match his rhythm, rocking as one in a slow dance.

A ragged groan falls from Rex’s throat just as that swell and burst of liquid warmth blooms in your lower belly. Your nails dig into the meat of his shoulders and you chase his lips for a kiss, one that seems to slow time itself down to a mere crawl. Riding out your shared orgasm, he rolls his hips at an extremely slow and relaxed pace, yet somehow managing to stay just as hardened inside of you.

"I have the implant," you remind him after several moments of mingling breaths and kisses. Rex keeps himself pressed against you, holding the majority of his weight by his forearms bracketing you.

He nods, smiles, and despite being partially out of breath, he finds his voice.

“I know.” Rex swipes his thumb along your bottom lip, flicking it down playfully. “But I can’t deny that I’ve been imagining what it would be like– ” He pauses, releasing your lip and instead moving his hand down between your breasts and over your tummy, once again splaying it out below your navel.

You watch as his eyes follow his hand, focusing on where it lies. You let out a breath you were unknowingly holding, and the loud huff makes Rex look up, quickly retracting his hand.

“Sorry.” He shakes his head, drooping it down to where you can’t make out the features on his face.

“Rex, hey.” You grasp his hand, and place it right back on your belly. His brows cinch.

“What if I told you that I also… wanted that.”

He perks up – breathes out a small sigh of relief.

“Not now, of course," you quickly add. "But… after.”

After the war.

“Really? You’d– you would want that?”

You squeeze his hand. “With you I would, Rex.”

The elated grin his lips stretch into makes your heart skip a beat.

“Fuck… so pretty, so tight, so– ”

Rex shudders, a strangled gasp slipping from his parted lips.

“Look at you. Look at you,” he praises. “Gonna fill you completely – want you leaking me for hours.”

It’s been completely filthy, the way Rex is going off. Unbridled passion and possession and purpose. Kneeling at the apex of your thighs, he has a grip on your legs, held up with your calves pressed against his chest. You’ve never gotten to see this side of him and fuck if it’s not erotic – intoxicating. You’d want more of this Rex. You’d want more of him when the time actually comes. It’s been talked about multiple times, now – ever since the truth came out. Rex is set on starting a family the moment this war ends – eagerly brings it up every time he’s with you. Discussing it almost feels like your lives are normal – a fun, optimistic topic – takes the edge off his current reality.

It's mostly playful banter that never fails to turn into something heated.

After the war, I’m gonna put a baby in you.

Oh, don’t I know it.

I’m gonna put babies in you, cyare.

Babies, huh? How many, Rex?

As many as you’ll let me.

You gonna start your own little army or something?

Well, now that you mention it, that sounds like a good–

I was joking!

You’re throbbing where you’re sucking him in – sopping and willing and it’s fun to imagine he’s actually aiming to impregnate you right now. Thrilling. Rex can fill you to the brim as many times as his heart desires and your very functional implant will postpone what can’t happen just yet.

It’s fucking fun to pretend – especially when Rex lets himself get like this.

Your head couldn't possibly sink further into your pillow with how hard you’re trying to throw it back in bliss. Back arched. Fingers gripping the sheets for dear life, since you can’t reach for him. He rocks into you, moving only his hips in quick, long strides. The squelch that comes from your cunt makes your face flush. You're enveloped with pleasure, Rex working every bit of you in the way he knows will get you off.

“Fuck , Rex!”

You cry out his name when he hits impossibly deep, gasping it once more when he strikes the same way again. He then releases one of your legs, and as it falls ungracefully down on the piles of rustled sheets, his hand runs across your thigh – grips the soft flesh of your belly.

Familiar and warm – that’s the feeling you get when his palm rests against that part of you. It’s a gesture of promise that not now but one day his child will be growing where his palm sits now. The future of the galaxy. No matter the outcome of this Maker forsaken war the child Rex and you create will be the future.

I know we have to wait… but I don’t want to wait that long.

It’s like you said, Rex. We have to wait. I can’t bear to think about what would happen to you if anyone found out, or if you didn’t come home to us.

I know.

It’ll be worth the wait.

I know it will, cyare.

But, maybe for now, we could pretend?

You sure? Love, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.

Show me.

You're entranced, gasping out his name on repeat. He’s vocalizing his every thought and the gruff sound of it all as it leaves his lips is a filthy symphony, pushing you closer and closer.

“I’m gonna fill this sweet pussy.”

“Fuck – mine – all mine.”

"Who do you belong to?"

“That’s right – say my name. I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, darling. Say my fucking name.”

“You want me to breed you, hm? Tell me what you want. Say it, cyare. Say it.”

Rex is really fucking good at make-believe. He’s lost in it – drowning in this entirely realistic take on role play. So fucking good that it hardly feels fictitious.

You're replying to him with automaticity, quickly and without even thinking. A string of whimpered curses – his name reiterated continuously. Your eyes gloss over with tears but you can still make out Rex’s expressions. They’re insanely erotically ethereal. Focused. Concentrated. Impassioned. Mission-mindset. He’s completely and utterly adrift in this fantasy – consumed by what lies in front of him. Similarly taken over by this fantasy, you almost forget you have the implant with just how hard his palm presses into your tummy – feeling the nudge of his cock so deep. A blend of obscene noises fill the air. Creaking. Slapping. You’re starting to grow numb between your legs – curled toes burning with molten pleasure.

“Say it,” he grunts, repeating his latest ragged command. There’s a lapse in breath as his abdomen flexes with exertion and then he whines a more strangled: “Please.”

A softness laces its way through his tone – the neediness of it all. It hits you hard and the words start spilling out, this time coherently. You know what it is you’re saying – feel it deep in your love for him.

“Fuck – fill me, Rex. I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours I’m y–”

Your words break off into a silent cry, Rex’s thumb suddenly pressing the sensitive pearl of your clit. He cracks an exhausted smirk, taking your sudden loss for words as solace.

“Fuck. That’s my girl.”

Rex’s entire body tenses up right above you, releasing itself with a series of convulsions following. His strong arms wobble – abdomen flexing dangerously. Every muscle in his body seems to be bulging out and he’s making sounds that couldn't come from anywhere other than deep within. The image of Rex in this moment has your entire focus, the only thing you’re able to feel being the swell of warmth in your center.

It’s a lot, and Rex looks wrecked.

“Damn, Rex – you okay?”

After several moments of buffering, he chuckles, exhaling loudly and dropping his head to watch as he slowly removes himself from between your legs. Scooting on his knees further down the bed, Rex puts his hands on his hips, marveling at his work.

“I’m – wow.” He wipes his brow with the back of his hand, meeting your eyes. "I'm good, love. More than good."

“I’ll say.”

It’s your turn to laugh, purposefully relaxing your muscles to give him a show. You can feel it leak from you – Rex sighing appreciatively then pursing his lips.

His fingers slowly swipe through the mess, lingering there for a few moments and the soft squelching coupled with the possessive look in his eyes burns a hole in your center. You watch him, transfixed, as he gently plays with your swollen cunt. Rex finally removes his fingers, instead offering them to your lips. You open slowly, poking out your tongue to taste what the two of you created. His eyes darken again, a groan rumbling in his throat as he watches you languidly suck his fingers clean.

"Damn." Rex chuckles, wiping his fingers on the sheets after pulling them from your mouth.

You flash him a tired grin, patting the empty space at your side.

“You know,” He climbs up to lay beside you, capturing your chin and turning your head towards him, “If this were the real deal, I wouldn’t let you waste a drop.”

You blink at him, filthy images flashing through your head. Rex caresses your face – kisses your jaw. You lay there in silence, your heart rate slowly returning to normal, thinking about how he’d make sure not a single drop escapes.

“How would you do it?”

He hums into your neck.

“Keeping it all inside, I mean.”

That gets his attention. He’s sitting upright, eyes trailing down your body to where your legs are slightly parted. A little puddle is stained into the sheets where his eyes briefly land before he’s returning them to look right into your own.

"I could stay inside of you. Keep you filled."

His fingers start to trace patterns along your skin, absently wandering from your cheek down to your hip, taking a new path on the way back up again. You're silent and breathing slowly, skin prickling with his touch. You like the idea of that – a constant feeling of being full, Rex keeping himself sheathed in your warmth. Your heart skips a beat before you can open your mouth to reply.

He pauses – sees your response in your eyes. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd let me keep my cock buried between your pretty legs?"

You swallow. "Yes…"

With a smirk, he teasingly inches his fingers downward, featherlight touches rekindling the flame.

"I'd make love to you again, too. Fuck it all back into your perfect pussy. Then I’d stay there all day. Maybe make you cum over and over just like that.”

He then chuckles at your loss for words, no doubt noticing the way your mouth keeps falling open with soft, hitched breaths after each promise he makes. Instinctively you raise your hips off the bed, rocking yourself against nothing as that little heartbeat in your clit grows. You’re throbbing, tingling in your stomach.

Rex raises a brow with interest, but his expression quickly softens.

"You look exhausted, sweetheart," he says earnestly, smoothing his thumb along your cheek then places a chaste kiss there. "We can pick this up another time."

In all honesty, you are exhausted. Rex drains you when he really fucks you, and every orgasm he plucks takes even more out of you. Curling up beside his warm, steady body after something so intense would normally be what naturally comes next, but you’re already keyed up again, desperate to feel him inside of you just once more.

You grab his face with your palm cradling his jaw and thumb sweeping along the day-old scruff on his cheek, your hand pressing into his skin gently.

"I want you again, Rex. Right now."

A knowing, cheeky smile pulls at his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

who do I even tag anymore lol

@pinkiemme @twistedstitcher27 @wild-karrde @rain-on-kamino @ner-runi @literallydontlook @rexxdjarin @rowansparrow

#djarrex writes #captain rex x reader #captain rex smut #captain rex x you #star wars fic #cw breeding kink #cw pregnancy

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iciclesses · 4 months

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cw breeding/pregnancy kink, transfem Price, Price x Ghost

There is something about transfem Price that is so sacred to me. Transfem Price and her gaggle of boys who continue to give her headaches but they suddenly now are struggling to keep their eyes from lingering.

She's growing softer, her hair growing longer and softer too. She works out extra hard to make sure she keeps that muscle definition, that bulk, but the softness still takes over beautifully. That horrible, tempting time when she's not sure if her tits are big enough for a bra but they have certainly changed enough that the little growth and puffy nipples can be seen through a shirt- hell on earth for all her men gagging for her in the gym.

Ghost getting used to his girl's changing body and loving watching her discover herself more along the way <3 Fucking her softly from behind while holding her soft sides, her fat belly, whispering in her ear how she smells so good, "must be fertile, Captain, you can't hide that from me." Telling her he'll make sure this one takes, that he'll take good care of her the whole time, they could take leave together and fuck day and night. It's kinky, it's hot, but Price feels tears pricking her eyes even as she cums with a cry. Ghost was telling her, 'I love you. I'll always be here for you. I'm yours, you're mine'.

#noel.txt #price x ghost #mtf price #cw breeding kink #cw pregnancy kink #anyways this was a request and am slowly working thru requests !! so if u put one in im working on it rn!!

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rottiens · 1 month

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but anyway. what a dream it would be to wake up with geto's cock inside me, in between babbling ask him if he's using a condom because you two always protect yourselves…, you already know the answer. it feels different, of course he's not using one, but you still need to hear him say it ♡

you wonder what excuse he will choose:

"just the tip, baby," "i'm gonna pull out," "let me fuck you just a little."

instead, "i need to fill you with my cum. no condoms tonight…" is what he says, hoarse, grabbing you by the waist to pull you closer. "you don't have to pretend you're not into this. I've seen you, angel, I know, I know… so relax and let me take care of you, let me fill that pretty pussy with my cum, okay?"

#wr #geto x reader #breeding is beating me up tonight #just it and geto in my head #cw breeding kink #cw somnophilia

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anantaru · 2 years

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Thank you very much for the Tighnari thirst food nwn

I wonder who has it worse during their ruts—him or Gorou

please imagine they‘re in heat at the same time yet only you‘re here to satisfy their needs. They‘re taking turns on you one by one— first gorou n then tighnari. Already making your cunt so full in no time :( and archons, your belly felt so warm too <3 you adored being stuffed full by them if you were being honest, shivering thighs threatening to give out on you yet thankfully gorou was here to help you out with that while tighnari grinded himself further into your gushing cunt. Oozes of cum pooling down your throbbing hole now and once their seed melts together with your sweet sweet juices you surely weren‘t able to edge yourself on any longer, climaxing in front of their eyes yet again— ruined, messy, body decorated with perspiration yet you didn‘t care, far too gone in the feeling of being well breed by tighnari and gorou <3

#cw breeding kink #gorou smut #tighnari smut #𖤐 anon'#𖤣𖤥𖠿𖤣𖤥 thirsts'#fem! reader

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hanasnx · 3 months

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Just found your Noir content. Glad someone is writing for him. Noir and breeding kink? Been thinking about Noir fucking me in a mating press ever since he attacked Starlight in season 2. He can hold me down and choke me out like that any day.

MINORS DNI 18+

babe that fuckin mating press goes hard doesn’t it? goddamnnnnn. noir putting you in a mating press <333that whole thing with starlight was fuckin crazy i was clawing the walls

Rough grunts expel from BLACK NOIR’s nose with each sharp thrust, plowing into you from the angle the position provides. Folded up over yourself with no regard to your comfort, he’s got you bunched up in a way that pleases him. Heavy body leans over you, harsh hands on the backs of your thighs keeping you good and spread from him. You’ve certainly gotten more flexible since you’ve started fucking him. The edges of his armor dig into you, but you can’t even register it over the overwhelming sensation of being filled. Fat cock drives into you at a reckless pace, forcing air from your lungs as if its piston defines your diaphragm’s every move. You can barely breathe from being crushed.

There’s something different about his angle, not only is it mind-bending, tremors wracking through your body as your eyes roll so far back in your head they ache, but it’s the way he handles it. Grabbing you like he owns you, redirecting your body in any way he desires, muscling you into submitting underneath him so he can fuck your hole in peace when you squirm too much. Your cervix gets kissed by his tip occasionally, but he wants you to be still and take it. For his dick? You’ll do anything.

You let him mate with you. The way he’s fucking you reminds you of an animal. Pinning you down as if you’ll escape at your first chance, growls escaping him, possessively filling up your cunt with the wet sounds of a cock finding its home. Usually, you’re the dirty talker in the bedroom, but he’s effectively silenced you, yanking you into his bucks with his firm hold on your thighs.

It used to be difficult to tell what he’s thinking, but he can’t be more clear now. The stutter in his hips is a dead giveaway to his impending load, and usually this would be the point in which he’d pull out and fist his cock to cum on you. Stomach, face, ass, he loved to paint you. Instead, he’s keeping it in, not only that but he’s still moving. Like he wants to fuck a baby in you.

“Noir— Noir!” you scold, but he continues. Swollen cock bullying your insides as it twitches with need to cum. “Don’t you— don’t you dare—“ you’re able to get the words out, concentrating hard on forming a sentence when your brain is so empty. The idea of him cumming in you is appealing, but you don’t know how Supes work. You’ve never had that conversation with him. What if he’s not sterile?

Lips slot against your ear, and if you weren’t mistaken, you could’ve sworn they form and mouth the word “baby.”

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frenchfrywrites · 1 year

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Purr-egnancy mood swings

MINORS DNI

Warnings: top dom amab reader, trans man sub bottom pregnant Satan, pet play, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, piss, anal, dumbification, (nonverbal) subspace, little spit

Terms used for Satan: chest, tits, cunt, pussy, entrance, hole, asshole, vagina

Thank you to @arloheart for the commission!! and thank u for trusting me enough to let me have creative control over most of this <3

One second you’re peacefully holding Satan in your arms, cuddling him like you’ve been doing for the past couple hours while he reads. The next, he’s flinging his book halfway across the room, startling you with the loud crash that occurs from the action.

He’s huffing angrily, the tips of his ears red, gritting his teeth like the book committed an atrocity against him.

“Um… how’s the book?” you ask, regretting the question as soon as it leaves your mouth.

“Not. Good,” he spits out each word, coating them with a venomous tone. You bring your hands to his shoulders, rubbing soothing circles into his tense muscles.

Satan is the Avatar of Wrath, and his pregnancy has made him more moody than ever. He turns around in your lap straddling you to keep himself steady, being careful of his swollen belly, curling his fists into your shirt tightly. He looks close to tears with how upset he is.

He’s one trimester in, and has most of his family walking around on eggshells. It’s not something Satan takes delight in, but he truly cannot control the violent oscillations between his emotional states. You move your hands from his shoulders up to run your fingers through his hair.

“Let's think about something other than the book?” you propose when he is unable to calm down. “Or,” you tug softly at the hair on the back of his skull, making him look up at you, “maybe you shouldn’t think about anything at all, huh kitty?”

You watch in real time how the tension he’d been holding so tightly onto melts from his body. His pupils dilate with excitement, and a smile works its way across his face.

“Yes,” he sighs happily, his mood again swings, this time from angered to blissed out in record time. His legs clench around your waist, and he grinds himself against you.

“Do you want to dress up, kitten?” he nods, clenching his fists tighter into your shirt, but due to excitement rather than anger now. “Okay,” you lean in to press a soft kiss against his lips, “go get your things, I’ll be with you in a second.”

Satan nods, leaning in to kiss you again, “don’t keep me waiting too long, beloved,” he tells you with that faux-innocent smile of his. His words could be misunderstood as a warning, but you know him well enough to know it’s a plea. With that, he hauls himself off your lap, holding onto his belly gently as he heads to where he keeps his things. You’re next to leave, hurrying out of his room, hoping no one runs into you while your dick is half hard.

You grab a glass of water and some snacks for later, knowing he’ll want them but won’t want you to leave once you’re with him. Then, you rush back to his room, hoping that you haven’t kept him waiting for long.

When you return, you find Satan sitting with several items strewn across the bed. He’s curled in on himself, sniffling softly.

“Satan?” you attempt to get his attention softly, setting down what you’d grabbed on the bedside table. He lifts his head, revealing he’d been crying. You’re by his side in an instant, hauling him into your lap again, so you can embrace him.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” you ask, placing a hand gently against his belly.

“No, I-” he hiccups, “I didn’t think you’d come back is all,” he explains, his tears subsiding as he returns your embrace. You let out a startled laugh, relief flooding through your body that this is just the result of another mood swing. Bringing your other hand to his face, you wipe his tears from his flushed cheeks.

“Well I’m here, and I want to see you with some pretty cat ears, how’s that sound?” you ask, removing your hand and reaching for said accessory. Satan gives you a wobbly grin, nodding his head eagerly.

Carefully you help him clip them onto his head, “so cute,” you finish with a kiss to the tip of his nose, and Satan flushes.

“Okay to keep going?” you ask, tugging on the fabric of his shirt. He nods,

“Yes,” he sounds both breathless and soothed, “if you stopped now I think I’d have a fit,” he jokes. Except the both of you know there’s more truth than he’d like to admit in his words.

With a grin, you help him out of his shirt, revealing his swollen belly and his perky tits that have been gradually filling with milk as his pregnancy continues. You take them into your hands, rubbing his nipples with your thumbs as you massage them. Satan lets out a quiet moan, arching his chest into your hands while squirming on your lap.

He’s rubbing himself against your dick, and he’s unintentionally (though knowing Satan, it’s likely actually intentional) teasing you in the most agonizing way possible. You want to take your sweet time with him, but you know if you don’t get your pants off soon, you’re going to go crazy.

Looking over, you take a second to see what other items he picked out. Your eyes lock on the pink fabric collar adorned with lace, bows, and a little bell at the front. Your hands leave his chest as you go to pick it up, and Satan drops his head back, presenting his neck to you.

An appreciative noise leaves you at his sign of submission, and he smiles smugly. It takes you a moment to get the collar on, but once you do, Satan lets out a slow breath, looking at you through his lashes. He’s calmer now that he has it on, making you delighted and unbelievably aroused.

You tug on the front of the collar, and Satan falls forward, stabilizing himself by putting his hands on your shoulders. Still holding onto the collar, you press your lips against his, and with him sinking into his headspace, the kiss is languid and wanton.

“Open,” you mumble against his lips. Satan’s response is immediate, and he parts his lips so you can press your tongue inside his mouth. He lets you tongue fuck his mouth, moaning at the sensation and sounds that come from it. Drool seeps from his mouth, because his thoughts and senses are filled with you, and he can’t focus on simple things like swallowing.

When you pull away from the filthy kiss, a string of saliva connects your lips. Satan bobs forward, trying to follow you for another kiss. You stop him, pressing your fingers against his mouth.

“Please-” he starts to whine. You cut him off by clicking your tongue.

“My kitty doesn’t talk,” you remind him. Satan melts, letting out a loud moan, and squeezing your shoulders with excitement. “Do you remember your nonverbal signals?” you ask. He goes to open his mouth, but recalls what you’d just said and simply nods. “Good boy,” you coo, looking at what other toys he’d gotten out.

“Ooh,” you pick up the pair of white, lace, crotchless panties that Satan laid next to his tail. “You wanna put these on for me?” He nods, so you ease him off of your lap and onto his back on the bed. Hovering over him, you pull down his new maternity pants and the underwear he’s been wearing today- catching sight of the noticeable wet spot from his arousal- before you toss them off the bed.

Satan preens under your gaze, spreading his legs as wide as they’ll go so you can get a good look at his soaked pussy. “Pretty kitty,” you muse softly, rubbing his erect clit gently. Satan lets out a whimper, bucking his hips as best as he can into your touch. Your other hand rubs and massages his belly affectionately.

You touch him for a moment longer, drinking up the sounds he makes as you tease him. When you pull your hand away from between his legs, Satan whines, loud and very disappointed. Your hand that was rubbing his belly goes to pinch his inner thigh as you mumble,

“Behave,” as a warning. He huffs, but doesn’t have the time to get too upset when he sees you pick up the panties. You help him into them, pulling the fabric through one leg, then the other. Slowly, you pull them up until the garment sits nicely on his hips, framing his pussy for you. You let out a low whistle at the sight.

“God, you look so good,” you practically moan. A proud smirk works its way onto Satan’s face; he’s obviously very pleased with the fact that a simple article of clothing could have such an effect on you.

“Tail next,” you hum, grabbing the buttplug that’s affixed with a furry white tail. Satan practically wiggles with giddiness, gnawing on his puffy lips.

You grab the lube next, popping it open and lathering your fingers with it. The slick from his pussy has dribbled downwards, so Satan’s asshole is already wet when your fingers come in contact with it. You rub his rim gently,

“Relax for me kitten,” his eyes flutter shut as he focuses on doing what he’s told. With him lax under you, you’re able to press a finger into him with little resistance. Satan lets out a half pained, half pleasured moan. “Oh, taking me so well kitten, good boy,” you groan, and he practically purrs under the praise, sinking further into his headspace.

With him soothed and submissive, you’re able to easily get two fingers into him in no time. You stretch and fuck his ass with your fingers until you know he’ll be able to take the plug. Satan’s been moaning, groaning, and whimpering under you, making all sorts of sweet noises. Then, to hear him more you continue to finger fuck him, savoring the way he twitches and squeezes around your fingers.

“Guh- Muh- Puh- nghh-” his noises have shifted to sounding like syllables of something. He wants to talk so badly, and each sound comes out like he’s biting the words before they leave his mouth.

“What’s on your silly little mind, kitty?” you ask, giving him permission to speak.

“Please fuck my vagina, fuh-fill me, breed me again, I- ah- I wanna give you a litter please, please,” he blurts.

“Oh sweet boy,” you moan, delicately pulling your fingers from his hole. You take the plug, lube it up, and slip it into him easily. Satan knocks his head back and moans when his ass is filled with the plug.

“That feel good?” you ask, knowing the answer. He nods, his eyes fluttering shut as he adjusts to the new intrusion.

“Fuck me,” he pleads after a moment, like you would have forgotten about what he wants already. Feeling your own patience thinning, you quickly strip yourself of your clothes, letting out a relieved sigh when your dick is finally free from the confines of your pants.

“Have to stretch you,” you remind him, and you watch him turn red.

“No!” he wails, “I can take it, fuck me now,” he glares at you, his eyes bright and wild. You shake your head, not allowing his temper tantrum to affect your judgment.

“If you talk like that I’ll gag you,” you warn, and Satan bites his lip as you brush your lubed fingers against his cunt. “I’ll be quick, but I’m not going to fuck you until you’re stretched,” you decide. He lets out a frustrated grunt, but doesn’t talk back.

With how turned on and relaxed he is, it doesn’t take you long to have two fingers stretching and fucking open his pussy. Satan practically sobbed with relief when your digits entered him. Now he squirms and pants as your fingers curl upwards and press against his most sensitive spots. By the time you ease in a third finger, he’s close to cumming- yet refusing to admit that- so you pull your fingers out and give his lips a kiss to muffle his complaints.

Spreading the mix of lube and his juices onto your cock, you let out a soft moan at the sensation. Though you’ve been inside of him so many times before, you’ll always get excited for the heavenly pleasure that will overcome you when you slide into Satan’s pussy.

“Condom?” you ask, mostly out of habit. Instantly Satan’s brows furrow, a scowl forming on his lips. “Okay, okay, calm down kitten, I’ll fill you up with my cum,” you promise, doing your best to avoid frustrating him, kissing the glare away from his face.

When you pull back he looks content, and his disposition continues to improve when you line yourself up with his pussy.

“Good,” he purrs, outright moaning when the head of your cock presses against his entrance. You slowly push your hips forward, successfully popping yourself into his hot, wet, sticky cunt.

“Oh-” he moans, arching his back upwards, pressing his ever-growing belly against you. A moan leaves your lips as you think about the time you knocked him up. Satan didn’t have to do any convincing, but that didn’t stop him from explaining all the pros (in meticulous detail) of getting him pregnant. His presentation had turned you on like an aphrodisiac, and you’d fucked him into the early morning.

The way he scratches his nails into your shoulders brings you back to the present, and you press yourself further into him. You watch carefully for any signs of distress or discomfort, but he looks pleased as a peach under you.

As soon as your cock is fully inside of him, with your skin pressing against his and his legs wrapping around your waist, Satan lets out a startled noise. You feel it within the next second- the warm liquid gushing from his pussy. Your hips jerk against your will as you realize Satan is pissing himself, and absolutely soaking the panties he has on.

He lets out a long drawn out moan as he relieves himself, and you bring a hand down to pass your fingers through his stream.

“Got too full having both my baby and cock in your belly, huh? Just couldn’t hold it in?” Satan nods lazily, squeezing around your length at your words. “The plug up your ass probably didn’t help,” you muse as you move your hips back then forward, “you love getting the piss fucked out of you, isn’t that right?” He nods again, and you feel his stream dying down.

“Say it,” you urge, slowly rocking your hips as you start to fuck him in earnest.

“It feels so good,” he slurs. You groan softly, then stick your piss covered fingers into his mouth. He licks and sucks on them immediately, cleaning you up obediently.

Spurred on by the sight before you- with Satan drooling and slobbering on your fingers, his tits bouncing each time your hips snap against his, his eyes rolling up when you adjust to fuck him better- you can’t help but pick up the pace, fucking him harder with each thrust.

“Such a good kitty,” you praise breathlessly, and Satan digs his nails into your skin, meowing and moaning as best as he can around your fingers.

It’s when you nearly choke him that you decide to finally pull your hand away from his face. He pants for breath, drool running down his chin. You bring your now spit covered fingers to Satan’s pussy, circling and rubbing his clit.

“Close,” he tells you urgently after a moment. You’re surprised he’s still able to speak coherently, but it’s nice that he gave you a warning.

Re-angling your hips once again, you make sure your cock hits all the right spots inside of him. Your reward is the way that Satan’s cunt clenches like a vice around you,

“Fuck,” you grunt, feeling your own orgasm barrel towards you.

Satan cums first, choking out your name as he claws at your shoulders. You fuck him through it, following soon after and, as promised, pumping him full of your cum.

He lets out a soft whimper, going limp as you fuck him through your climax. You let him clench and squeeze around you, riding out any aftershocks, until it’s painful to do so. Leaning down and kissing him lovingly, you slowly pull yourself out of him.

Satan whines against your lips, but is otherwise in a state of euphoria. Laying next to him, you pull him into your arms. You mindlessly rub his belly, kissing his sweaty forehead, then his flushed cheeks, down to his jaw, his chin, and finally you sweetly kiss his lips. Satan sighs contently as you do, snuggling closer to you.

“Clean me up?” he requests softly, peeking an eye open to gauge your response. You kiss him again,

“Of course,” you reply, pulling away only enough to reach the wipes on the bedside table. Carefully, you go through the slow and dutiful process of pulling his tail plug from him, taking off all his accessories, and wiping down his body. As you do so, Satan effortlessly mutters a spell that voids the pee from the bed, making things much more comfortable for himself. With a kiss to his belly, you dispose of the dirty wipes, and return to Satan’s side.

“Thank you for doing that for me,” he says softly, humming appreciatively when you run your hands through his hair, “I enjoyed myself a lot, and feel much better,” he continues.

“I had a lot of fun too!” you assure him, “I’m always happy to take your mind off things, Satan,” he snorts.

“Yes, that’s true, and it’s part of why I love you so,” he’s told you this thousands of times now, but it still makes your heart flutter and ache happily. Satan pulls you in for a kiss, and just before your lips meet you catch the way his green eyes glitter with delight.

His stomach rumbles seconds later, and you huff out a laugh when his mood swivels from loving to serious as he pulls away to bluntly state, “I’m hungry.”

You’re glad you thought ahead, because neither of you want to leave each others embrace as you reach for the snacks you’d left on the bedside table.

#well i think the title is funny so i dont care if you guys think its lame !#cw pregnancy #cw breeding kink #p/iss #cw pet play #cw dumbification #sub satan #sub obey me #spice

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