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fueledbysano · 1 year

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𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒~!

how they deal with an ovulating and very horny wife.

♱ c/w: MATURED. MDNI. afab!reader, mentions of periods and pregnancy, breeding, creampies, fingering, praising, baby trapping, overstimulation, fluff/smut.

♱ ft. kazutora, mikey, hanma, sanzu, ran.

♱ a/n: the most evil horny of them all. also, happy 4k! thank you so much for all the love in my fics. also, I may have a different writing style with hanma because it was intended for a different fic with a more romantic tone. but I decided it worked just fine for this one too.

♡ tags; @manilamikeyswifey @blueparadis @tokyometronetwork

reblogs appreciated!

♡ Kazutora

As soon as he woke up, Kazutora already felt how slightly warmer you felt in his arms, almost as if you had a fever. That morning, you were in a particularly good mood as well, especially with your husband clinging to you. He gave you a moment to absorb his gaze before softly grinning. Good morning, baby girl…”

Before you could say anything, Kazutora's lips touched yours as his fingertips lifted your chin up. He waited motionlessly for your approval, which you offered by gently pressing your lips against his. You were unable to resist as your kiss got more intense. You felt a surge of lust that fueled the kiss and drew his body close to yours. After what seemed like a flash, you separated from one another.

“Want to stay~?” You asked him, never letting your gaze leave his so he could make no mistake as to what it is that you wanted. Knowing what was going on, Kazutora cleared his throat. Before you went to sleep last night, he observed you check your period tracker app. He remembered that you had noted that today had a blue mark on the calendar, signifying that you are ovulating and most fertile.

You mumbled quietly into his palm, locking eyes with him as you gently rubbed your nose against his. "Honey, please," you begged. You were certain that the lust was becoming stronger as he continued to stay silent, merely his gentle breath touching your neck.

Kazutora's long hair tickled your cleavage while he bit little patches of your skin in the crook of your neck; your heavy breaths and noises getting him bricked up in an instant. He lifted the band shirt you borrowed from him before trailing his hands down your chest, and lingering them above your thin panties.

“I love how pretty your pussy looks…” His mouth almost watered at the wet print on your panties before he pulled them off in one swift movement. “It’s like a flower~” He praised before keeping hot eye contact with you the whole time he lifted your leg up his shoulder lustfully. Soon enough, he attacked the inside of your thighs with hungry kisses. As if you couldn't have been doing it enough, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your back arched in pleasure.

Your hands reached to clench his streaks as you felt Kazutora's lips lap at your sensitive core, and you could feel his lips smiling at your breathy moans of his name. He would shift between quick tongue flicks, languid licks, and sporadic light clitsucking.Kazutora easily inserted a finger into your wetness and curled up with it. Your head dipped back when he slipped a second finger and made the same movement.

Soon enough, Kazutora's cock was straining so hard in his boxers that it itches for a relief inside of your walls. So he reached for the side drawer for the box of condoms you always kept there. However, before he could grasp the wooden knob, you quickly reacted and grabbed hold of his wrist. “It’s okay…” You assured with a soft smile. Kazutora questioned as if you weren't fine with it; he'd rather end the situation before something serious occurs. “Yes, my love.” You exhaled, placing your hands on his shoulders.

Kazutora felt his stomach turn at this confession. All the thoughts he had about getting you pregnant and starting a family with you was at its breaking point, especially now that you had said yes to him. “D’you want me to give you a baby, pretty girl?” He makes sure once more and yet again, you agreed.

“I’ll give you as many as you want…” Kazutora sat you on his thighs in a cradle before rocking upwards to you, placing your arms on his chest as a brace. You raised your hips and felt his length slip out before lowering your cunt on it abruptly.

Pleasure was making you slightly dizzy on top of him, but you made an effort to maintain your eyes on Kazutora at all times. By this point, your hips were colliding with each other with each thrust, evoking gasping groans from both of you as you watched your bodies connect.

“I’m not going to last any longer…” Kazutora admitted, feeling the pre cum from his tip coat your cervix. “That’s okay, I’m close yoo.” You insisted. You felt a little jolt as he abruptly shoved his hips upward. You gasped in shock before giving him a seductive glance.

It was excessive. Your orgasm overcame your senses and knocked the air out of your throat as it descended. Despite wanting to see Kazutora’s vulnerable expression, your eyes screw shut at the sensation of clamping your walls around his dick. The pleasure shook throughout your body.

Your husband was keeping an eye on you, and seeing you at your climax was all it took to push him over the edge. He finally lost it due to your grip, releasing all of his pent-up seed. It was so enthralling that he didn't want the moment to finish.

“You’re so amazing, my darling.” Kazutora praised as he laid your fragile body on the sheets.

♡ Mikey

Emma and Draken had just left your home after collecting their infant, who had been under you and his uncle Mikey's care for the entire morning and afternoon. If it wasn't for Draken who restrained him while Emma took the baby back, Mikey wouldn't have wanted to let go of the little bundle of joy.

“[ Y / N ], just give Manjiro a baby already.” Emma remarks in jest before Draken bids goodbye and closes the door behind them, leaving a very flustered Mikey behind. You chuckled at your husband's reaction before pressing a delicate kiss on his forehead, “Go get cleaned, honey. I'll make the bed.” He hummed affectingly, closing his eyes in alleviation before murmuring into your ear, “Love you so much~”

If his scratchy voice didn't already drive you crazy, your heart sure did skip when Mikey's hands found their way to your hips, slipping under your shirt and onto your skin before tracing delicate circles. You froze. You balled the collar of his shirt, closed your eyes, and pressed your cheek to his hair before gasping out. Mikey made a gesture that typically you found sweet, but tonight, it switched something inside you. He secretly blushed from the sound you made before withdrawing from your embrace and then doing his business upstairs.

The entire time you prepared for bed, you couldn't resist the thoughts of having your husband touch and fondle you in such sensual ways; It's nothing out of the ordinary to lust for your husband, yet tonight, you felt more drawn to him than usual. it's like... hold on.

Glancing at the calendar, you realize that it has been two weeks since your period. of course, you are ovulating. Explains the baby fever you felt too while watching you and Mikey's nephew. While it is a guaranteed card to get laid, the intense lust almost aches; the only thing plaguing your mind is having Mikey touch all over your body as he pumped your pussy full of his cum.

“Good night, my darling wife.” From underneath the covers and your shirt, Mikey’s hand cups your breast and starts to massage it gently, twisting and pulling at your nipple. His other hand was caressing your legs, and his fingers tickled as they softly moved up your inner thighs. You were enjoying his touches so much you didn’t realize the pooling mess in between your legs that began to soak through your panties. “Is this what you wanted, baby?” Mikey muttered and toyed with your clit slowly before pressing soft kisses on your neck.

Your heart is aching from eagerness, melting, and ready to breach from your chest at any moment. Fortunately, Mikey also got impatient and tugged your panties aside, making you feel his erect shaft, which had been straining in his pants ever since he spotted you splayed on your marital bed. “Good girl,” He praises, sinking into you again and again.

Normally, Mikey would whimper and grunt into your ear during sex. But tonight, feeling how significantly aroused and tight you are, Mikey didn't bother to strain the pornographic moans in his throat as he drove into your puffy g-spot.

Your hands flew up in an instant, encasing his face in your palms. He was ready to pause and kiss you, until you muttered something that had him reeling. “Knock me up, honey.” Although his head hadn't yet absorbed the words, his body had, and the words had come as a surprise to him. He came abruptly and forcefully, his head falling to nuzzle your neck as a heavy grunt erupted from his chest. Mikey’s orgasm had brought you to yours as he rode it out in shallow thrusts.

Mikey rolled off you to lay down at your side; your legs entwined as he was still inside you. “I love you….” he muttered lovingly.

To be connected with him in the most intimate ways was always so enchanting. You two stayed like that, just snuggling as you caught your breath, knowing that whatever happened in the future because of tonight, you two would do it together with love.

♡ Hanma

Hanma took you into a romantic weekend getaway at a cabin house. The day of birdwatching and camping was long over and when the navy blue took over the cerulean blue sky.

Upon arriving in your cabin, you two settled down on the settee positioned by the warm fireplace, the sound of burning wood and the scent of pine trees completed the atmosphere. You notice that his eyes have the same sparkle that you admired when you first met him after exchanging a lingering stare with him.

Hanma's pulse was hammering as he leaned forward to take in the view, his heart pounding at how stunning you looked with the continuous stream of sunlight streaming into the cabin room. He leaned in close enough that the points of your cupid's bows touched for another fiery kiss.

As you closed the distance between you and him, your hold on his jaw loosened. You pressed your lips against his, eyes peering up at his, as if checking to see if he was still down with it.Your lips brushed across his tenderly before you firmly planted them there. His brows knitted together and eyes remained open until your hand reached up to cradle the soft patch of locks at the back of his head and your tongue flicked at his lower lip.

Instead of touching you, he lets you touch him, allowing you to find your own degree of comfort. Both yours and Hanma's coats slid down your back, falling off your shoulders. You started unbuckling your belt straps as you stared down at him. As you reached the buttons on your blouse, the leather dropped about your waist. As you unfastened the buttons one by one, he attentively watched you, his eyes memorizing every piece of exposed skin. Even though you've done it countless times already before, seeing you undress just for him did something to him that he couldn't put into words. It was an image that would stay with him for the rest of his life.

“You're finally off your period, baby?” Hanma remarked as your lips pressed together again, hot and heavy. He last initiated to be intimate with you while you were in the middle of your period, but you gently rejected. So he has been waiting ever since.

He was speechless as to what you were doing to him. He felt weightless, like if he were soaring through the air, rising higher with each kiss and amount of contact between your hips. “Yes…”

Before slowly moving his hands over your exposed abdomen, he waited until you were stripped down to your cotton bra. As he played at the cloth beneath your breasts, his eyes followed you, looking for permission to push his fingers past it. As his hands excitedly stroked and kneaded the skin of your exposed breasts, you tugged the garment up and over your head completely, flinging it aside and leaning over him.

He bit back a low grunt as your hand cupped his bulge, stopping his hips from arching into the warmth of your palm. He did as he was told and unbuckled his belt. As he drew out his erection through his pants, his warm stare didn't flinch away from yours. He didn't consider himself a nervous person, but something about being completely at your mercy was too much for him to stand.

His hands reached down to your thighs and circled your pelvis, just above your core, tickling the sensitive area there. You groaned in agony, your legs swaying in anticipation. He indulged you because he sensed your impatience. As the touch of his rough fingers ran across your sensitive bud, his eyes narrowed and a cry dropped from your eager lips. Then he rested his finger there, leaning in close to you and curling the digit against it again and over, causing your lips to open, body tensing, and stars flashing in your eyes.

"You like that?" He said in a low, sultry tone, eyes locked hard on your dazed expression. Of course he knew you loved that.

"That's my good girl. Feel good?" You nod, out of breath and dizzy. He grinds himself up against you and brushes his member up and down your wet folds, enclosing you in his embrace. Your body jerks, his smooth cock sliding against your excessively sensitive bud, eliciting a small sequence of aftershocks that lead him to tut and smile smugly. Then he pushes himself halfway into you and waits a moment for you to open up for him. Slowly, his hips pull back, almost entirely separating him from you before plunging in further deeper. He goes through the motions once more, sliding out only to sink back in with ease all the way to the hilt.

A string of curses fall from his lips as your hips grind against him haphazardly, too thrown by the cusp of your orgasm to be able to match his rhythmic thrusts. As the coil finally snaps you clamp down hard on his cock, a loud moan tearing out from you as you cum wholly wrapped up in him. For a moment his hips still, letting you fuck yourself through your orgasm before he still for a moment, head thrown back and words slipping out quickly, "Where do you want it?"

"I-In me." Your breathy moans of his name were enough to make him shoot his release, pouring it deep inside you just as you wanted as he reached his climax.

You collapsed on top of your husband, his member still deep inside you while the two of you caught your breaths, bodies fitting together like a puzzle.

You two stayed like this for a moment, letting yourselves peacefully bask into each other's embrace intimately by the fire and reminiscing what may be the start of the final days of being "just you two".

♡ Sanzu

Your heart was beating impossibly fast as your back slammed against the door of your bedroom, Sanzu reaching blindly to open it before he had his hands on yours once again. You were thrilled that your husband was just as needy as you are, after all, you were the one who first dragged him out of Bonten's afterparty at the club directly below your penthouse.

Your knees struck the edge of the mattresses as Sanzu pushed you into the bed. The metal bands on his fingers sent goosebumps on your skin as his fingers trailed down your back to unzip your dress. Sanzu broke the kiss to allow himself to soak in the sight of your body, concealed only in your panties.

You responded by reaching up to seize his undone tie, luring him into another lustful kiss while you took turns removing his clothing.

“I don’t have a condom.” Sanzu bit his lip after the lie, waiting for your response. He had been thinking about hitting it raw for several days now and he just couldn't wait any longer.

“It’s okay…” You insist, murmuring against his lips with a smirk. “I want this…” Your whisper is followed by a soft gasp when Sanzu pushes you to the bed. He groaned at the feeling of your soft breast pushing against his, as he pulled your panties off.

You reached your hands to cup his face in your hands, leaning up to press a hungry kiss to his lips. And that was when Sanzu pushed himself inside you. Your moans were synced, both consumed by the pent-up tension you two have been holding onto.

He precisely filled you up, pressing into every little crevice and nerve as he thrust. Your legs lifted up to his shoulders, the new angle allowing Sanzu's tip to nudge against your cervix. He let out a vulnerable moan, his hands fisting the mattresses tighter with every blow.

You moaned his name loudly, hands reaching above your head to brace yourself on the cushioned headboard.

Sanzu pressed a thumb on your clit in response, leaving open-mouthed kisses over your leg as he kept a steady pace.

“I’ll make you a daddy~” You flashed him a mischievous grin as your legs fell to wrap around his waist, locking his member pistoning inside you. Moans echoed through the room louder than you initially planned to, but Sanzu loved it.

Sanzu's body felt like it was on fire when the nickname escaped your lips. “You’ll make a pretty mommy.” He moaned in between thrusts, one hand gripping the headboard behind you for better traction.

“Let's cum together, sweetheart.” That was all you needed before you were pushed over the edge into an earth-shattering orgasm. Your nails sank onto Sanzu's shoulders, clinging onto him as he rode out your orgasm.

“So perfect, baby…” Your husband's moans were rough and low, choking on a grunt as he pushed his cum deep inside you.

♡ Ran

Even though you have only been at work for four hours, you are already regretting leaving your husband in bed, wishing nothing but to be in his arms right now. You weren't usually clingy to Ran, in fact, it was the other way around. However, today you felt a stronger yearning toward him than usual.

“What’re you thinking about, miss?” Her assistant jokes.

You shook it off, realizing you had been zoning out yet again. You’ve been thinking about so many things about Ran, but there’s no way you could tell her that.

“Nothing, just a little sleepy.” Yes, sleepy is the way to put it… “I’d be glad to take over for you, ma’am.” She insisted. “Are you sure? Alright, thank you so much. Ring me up if you need anything.” You smiled at your assistant before handing her the papers, waving on the way out.

1PM. Ran is usually in his own office at the Bonten HQ around this time. You cannot wait to go home to him tonight and you wanted to be sure that he'd feel the same way, thinking about nothing but hving you for the rest of his work.

So, on the spur of the moment, you scrolled through your personal "intimate" photo album, specifically selecting one in which you wore a set of black lace lingerie that Ran had purchased for you.

sent 3 images

miss you, honey ♡

You were pretty proud of your text, knowing that Ran might get in trouble once he opens it while at work.

However, as minutes pass, you start to wonder what he may be up to this time. You could only hope that it was a good time to send that text, or maybe he may really get in trouble for causing him such distraction.

“[ Y / N ]-sama, a package for you at the door.” Your assistant says over the intercom. You took a breath and placed your hand at the door. You didn’t even get the chance to look up before you heard an unmistakable voice clear their throat.

“Where’s my hello, darling?” You immediately blushed, your eyes hesitantly looking up to meet the source of the voice. And there was your husband, clad in all black. A few strands of his lilac hair hovered over his eyes as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed together.

“Baby,” You breathed. Ran uncrossed his arms and locked you in his embrace. “You called for me, angel?” A slight rasp in his voice as he whispered drove you crazy.

“Ran...” You grabbed a fistful of his shirt and brought your lips up to meet him in a fiery kiss. He smiled against your lips, gladly obliging to your request as your lips spoke for the pent up desire you held for each other.

Your breaths picked up, as did your heart rates as Ran’s grip on your waist grew tighter, wanting more. Suddenly, his hands effortlessly hoisted you onto your desk. He knocked off a few things to make room for you on the surface.

As Ran’s fingers crept higher up your skirt, your legs spread wider to make space for his petite waist. Ran held you flush against his body, one hand roaming your back as you held each other close. “My naughty wife needs me…” He whispered, undoing his pants before bringing himself closer to you as he set your panties aside.

The tip of his shaft brushed your clit. You moved his member along your folds, thoroughly soaking the tip. Ran felt goosebumps in his arms as you both exchanged breathless gasps in pleasure.

“You’re such a good girl to me…” He whispered, kissing you softly. Slowly but surely, you took the entirety of his length just before he hits your cervix due to the position you're in. Ran slowly withdrew before slamming back into you in exactly the same spot he stopped at.

“Am I taking you well, honey? D’you hear that? Fuck, you dick me down so good.” You praised, whispering seductively into his ear. You felt Ran’s length throb inside of you upon hearing those words before he pushed one deep thrust with a grunt,

“Keep talking like that and I might just blow my load deep inside you.” You and Ran had always been careful. But his suggestion puts ideas in your head.

You are aware that you have a high chance of getting pregnant today, and that only pushed you into agreeing to your husband. Ran had always been vocal about dreaming of having children with you, but he is also very considerate and respectful of your decisions so he waited for the right time for you.

You are happy with the stability in your life and would dearly love to expand your small family with Ran.

He started to dive into you a little harder as he could feel himself releasing shortly. By how you clenched his shaft a lot tighter, he could tell that you were close to your climax too.

“Where do you want it, baby—?” Ran whispered, holding your body softly.

You wrapped your legs around his waist just in time. Ran came hard and suddenly, straining his moans against your lips in a kiss. That answered his question and was all he needed to pour his load into your pussy as you came together.

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probablyspooky · 1 year

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Traitor (2010 Predator x Fem! Reader )

Plot: You’re mated to the Berserker predator, and his hunting reserve slot comes up, but you are in the middle of your cycle for the month, and for the desire to sire his offspring, he brings you along for the trip. But while along for the trip, you get mistaken for one of the humans who were recently dropped on the planet for game. Thinking you have head trauma, they drag you along for the ride, causing your mate to get even more aggressive and even a little jealous.

Soft moans could be heard from within Berserkers chambers, even the youngest of yautja could understand what he was doing, not all understood his choices in mates, but one thing was for certain, he really did seem to enjoy you.

Feeling his hot breath on the back of your neck, as his hand was held forcefully on the front of your neck, you were moaning quietly into his rough, course hand.

His other hand wrapped firmly around your waist, as his fingers grazed your clit, giving you gentle swirls of pleasure. Drool began to dribble out the corner of your mouth, feeling all the length of his member pulse into you over and over.

The sounds of your juices mixing with his as he continuously thrusted into you seemed to excite him even more than before. His deep sunken eyes seemed to be in pure ecstasy, his large mandibles clicking against your back skin, you whimpered under his touch.

So here you were, sitting on your mate's member, while he sat in his chair, moaning into his hands as he growled in pleasure from underneath you. You could feel the pleasure pooling in your stomach as there was a knock at the door.

You had recently been cleared by the tribes healers, and you were clear to produce an offspring for Berserker, he didn’t want to waste a single second of time. It took a year of tests, a year of poking your body, bruises from all the blood work you had to endure. He almost called the whole thing off until last month. After your period, the healer informed Berserker that you could in fact give him an offspring.

Berserker grunted in annoyance, and shouted at whomever it was to come in, not releasing you from his grasp.

The door slid open, and in walked one of the members from his hunting team, he wore a mask with long tusks that protruded from his lower jaw. (The tracker predator)

“What is it Tusk?” Berserker groaned, continually pulsing into you, not breaking eye contact with him.

“Our time for the game reserve has come, we leave in an hour,” Tusk responded, staring at you in awe.

You began to shake as it was becoming too much to bare, you began to cry out as Berserker gripped your waist tighter.

“Very well, prepare the others”, your mate replied, leaning you forward and thrusting into you from behind, grunting as his climax was about to peak. Your legs shook, as you reached your climax, small squirts of you shooting onto your mates torso, this sending him over the edge as he smelled you, bringing him over the edge, he spilled into you, filling you up.

“You are...you are going on a trip?” you asked between breaths, sitting up on your mates lap, him caressing your back.

“Yes, it’ll be awhile...how much longer do we have on your cycle?”, he asked, crooking his head to look at you.

“Elder said I have about 5 days left, tomorrow being the day I will be most fertile.”

“I do not wish to miss a day without you,” he replied, grabbing a thin fur and wrapping it around your torso, “Perhaps I will sneak you along”

“If you want me to go, I will.” you replied, leaning your head onto his shoulder, taking in his scent.

“Very well, I will make sure all the necessary materials for you will be with us as well.” he stated, standing you up, then himself, replacing his loin cloth around his waist, he led you out of the room, seeing the others begin to pack up the weapons and materials needed for a trip such as this.

Berserker then left you in the company of Tusk, who was the closest thing you had to a friend on this planet. Once Berserker had left, Tusk turned to you.

“Do you know where we are going?” Tusk asked, looking down at you,

“I do not, but where he wishes I go, I will go.” you replied, looking up at the young yautja.

“I can show you”, Tusk said kneeling down and showing you his wrist, after typing into the control, a small hologram appeared, and after a few more clicks it zoomed from the planet you were currently on, to the galaxy, then zooming back into another smaller planet, with more than one sun.

“This is the hunting reserve,” Tusk started, “Every so often we get to go for fun, or some un-blooded get to go to learn important trapping methods, for alpha this is going to be a hunting trip for pleasure, rather than for glory”

“I see,” you said, looking in awe at the small device

“Yes, once we land there we will give you a tracker and map, to be sure of your safety, Alpha would get rather upset if we let something happen to you”

Soon after this conversation you found yourself fully clothed in nice garments, nothing too fancy as you were about to spend the week in a jungle mating with Berserker, but nice enough you would be protected from the elements. Sitting in the back of the ship you watched the planet you called home get smaller as the distance between you two increased, and you were soon on your way to the reserve planet, besides Tusk, Berserker and you there was one other yautja who joined you on this trip. Falcon who rather die by the blade rather than by gun, the four of you flew through space to make your way to the game reserve.

The trip there wasn’t very long, as these trips were often quick, and they sent yautja there quiet frequently, other clans often clashed, so it was usually best for you to land far apart.

Once the ship had settled deep in the forest, you began to set up camp, it wasn’t very hard as previous members of the Jungle hunters clan often reused the same base, as it was there, and lined with trophies from previous hunts.

Berserker walked up to you, and handed you a small box, within the box was a tarp, and some rope, this informed you that he was giving you shelter. Taking this you walked to the edge of the camp, a bit away as to not smell the decaying corpses, but close enough that you were in sight at all times.

As stated before there are other yautja on the planet, and not all of them know about you, or your mate.

While setting up your tent, you felt uneasy, a familiar feeling you have felt before, throwing the tarp over the rope and securing it to the ground, you turned to look into the wilderness. You’ve only felt this way once before, and it was how you met your mate in the past.

Before you could turn and call out to your mate, a grapple net shot out from the foliage and incased you in wire netting, you began to scream out in fear, and struggled against the binds that now help you.

Before your eyes, the familiar sight of a yautja cloaking device turning off appeared right before your eyes, and you looked up to see a younger yautja, not one of the clan you were bound to.

The young male looked at you confused, as you were wearing clothes that of one of high honor from his home planet. He knelt down, touching the net that held you, and retracted it back in, but not letting you go, as soon as the net was gone, he grabbed you back the neck and began to inspect your face. To the right of your face you were obviously marked with the sigil of the hunter clan.

Before he could realize his mistake, the familiar sound of heavy footsteps could be heard behind him. When the yautja turned to see what it was, Berserker quickly knocked him down with his fist, knocking the young one to the ground. Tusk and Falcon came up shortly after, and soon took note of what was going on, they quickly grabbed the young one and took him to the center of the camo, stringing him up by chains.

Berserker turned his attention back to you, and cupped your cheek softly.

“Did he harm you?” he asked, taking note of any injuries the net may have inflicted upon you.

“No, I was just started...” you replied, sitting up in the dirt, your clothes now dirty from struggling on the dirt from the net.

“I will have him tortured for touching you”

Berserker quickly stood up and made his way back into the camp, giving orders to Tusk and Falcon to not feed the young one for the duration of the trip. He then reached into one of the crates they had brought, and pulled out a small silver disk, walking back over to your area, he knelt down, and slid it into your breast cup.

“What is it?” you asked, looking down into your shirt

“A tracker, you are free to move about the island, it gives off sound that most creatures will not like, and it will beep very loudly if you come too close to any of our traps.”

You smiled at the thought of him wanting you safe, and you pressed your forehead against his.

“Thank you” you smiled

“Will you do that thing?” he purred, crooking his head at you

Blushing slightly, you stood up as he knelt down, taking your hands and cupping his face, you placed your lips onto his forehead giving him a soft kiss against his tough skin.

After a bit the group set out to go set traps before the newest shipment of game arrived, you tagged along, sitting upon Berserkers shoulders like a prize in a store. You watched as they set traps, and laid out cover, taking note of any hiding places any game would wanna hide in.

Growing bored of watching them work, you were given permission to walk the forest, and that you did. You walked away from the group, and began to take note of any unique things you found. Before you knew it , you were lost.

You hadn’t been paying much attention to tracking teaching Berserker had been trying to teach you, so you tried your best to walk back to camp.

But soon your ears were filled with the screams of the new game that was falling in from the dropships.

Not knowing what type of creatures these were, you rushed into a empty stump as an attempt to hide from them. You could hear their thuds of their bodies as they began to land and hit the ground. After the screaming had died down, you tried to peak out from the stump, only to find another woman staring directly at you.

You gasped and quickly ducked back down into the stump, but you could hear her steps coming closer.

You looked up from the opening of the stump and met her eyes.

“Where the hell are we?” she demanded to know, pointing her gun at you.

You dared not respond to her, and ducked back down.

“Hey,” her voice could be heard, but this time it was a bit calmer than before, “You can come out, I won’t hurt you..”

You felt a hand gently tap your head, and soon you began to find yourself stepping out of the stump.

“What’s your name?” she asked, looking around to make sure there was no one watching the two of you, “I’m Isabelle”

You just looked at her with wide eyes, as it had been years since you had last seen another human, and you knew better than to converse with the hunted, so you just stared at her with wide eyes, eventually you could hear more voices, and while you tried to take a step away to go find Berserker, Isabelle grabbed your and and led you to the other voices.

Eventually you found yourself surrounded by other humans, mostly men, and as they continued to argue about where they were or who each other is, they had all come to the conclusion that they were all captured and brought here based on their backgrounds. While everyone was chatting, and by everyone I mean those with weapons, you felt a slap hit your rump, causing you to yelp out in surprise, causing everyone to turn and look at you.

You were currently staring at Stan the inmate, who was chuckling under his breath about how nice you looked in those weird clothes.

“Hey leave her alone, shithead,” Isabelle said, grabbing your arm and pulling you back, “She’s got head trauma or something, she won’t talk”

“Great, more dead weight,” Royce said, shrugging his shoulders, and walking past the group, “Where is the other guy?”

The whole group looked around, only hearing the wind blow in the trees, until the silence was broken by a groaning, agonizing sound of Cuchillo calling for help. The group grabbed you, and began to lead you towards the sound, the silver disc in your chest cup began to beep quietly, so you quickly stand your ground, and refuse to move.

“Hey what's wrong?” Isabelle asked, looking at the group and then back at you, but you refused to move.

“I’ll stay with her,” Edwin said, sitting down in the dirt next to you, with that the rest of the group went to go follow the cries for help.

Edwin didn’t say much, in fact he said nothing at all, he just stared at you with this blank expression, it made you uneasy. Soon the group returned, informing the two of you that Cuchillo was dead, and there were traps all around him. Royce gave you a weird look, and soon the group was on the move again.

But in the trees there was a beast, not your beast, but one of them, Tusk stood amongst the trees, and using his communicator, he informed Berserker that the group was making their way to the camp.

“Good, I’ll have her by my side soon again,” Berserker replied, using his cloak and disappearing into thin air, he and Falcon waited in the camp for the group to approach.

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watermelonlovershigh · 9 months

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Day on the Yacht Turns Baby Making on the Yacht

AN: i've had this idea ever since these photos came out and knew i had to write it. and lots of you guys did too because you ate up this concept. so here yall go. hope you enjoy.

This story contains: mentions of sea sickness, trying for a baby, having sex on a yacht, slight choking (kinda), slight biting (during the sex)

{ husband!harry - softrry - current harry era }

word count: 1,962

When you're fertility tracker goes off on the yacht to let you know that now is a good time to try for a baby, you make the excuse you feel seasick and have Harry come to the bathroom with you where he fucks you good against the counter top.

You and Harry decided one way to celebrate Love On Tour ending was to rent a yacht for the day and take it on the water with a couple of his friends and family. The day you chose to sail on the waters was beautiful. The sky was nice and blue and the Italian heat was hot but not too hot. The sight of your gorgeous husband was also making the view ten times better, but that's just your opinion.

Everyone on the yacht was having a great time. Some were laying out to tan. Others were sitting around with wine coolers, chatting to one another. Harry, being the man who brought everyone together today, was going around and trying to spread his attention.

First having a laugh with his long time Italian friends who are actually a gay married couple which you both attended their wedding three years ago. Then sitting beside his sister Gemma and her long time boyfriend, Michal. Of course Harry pays attention to you as well, asking if you're alright and bringing you another drink when you mention being parched.

About two hours into your yacht ride your phone buzzes in your hands. You didn't really have cell service in the ocean so you thought that was weird. But when you checked to see who texted you, you realized it wasn't a text. It was a notification from your fertility tracking app that tells you when you're most fertile and need to try for a baby.

See, for a few months now you and Harry have been trying to get pregnant. You knew his tour was ending in July and thought it would be the perfect time for you to settle down for a while and have a baby.

At first you just had sex willy nilly to get pregnant, but after several negative pregnancy tests, decided to download an app to help tell you when you're most fertile. Though not every time you have sex is with the sole mission of a baby. Sometimes you just have sex for simply the intimacy aspect.

Fuck, you internally curse. How the hell are you gonna fuck your husband while you're on a yacht surrounded by his friends and family. Thinking for a minute you come up with a plan. You can fake being seasick so he has an excuse to go down to the bathrooms with you and do some quick baby making without anyone batting an eye.

Knowing it's now or never, you fake grown and cry out, "Harry..."

He looks over at you from where he's sitting beside his sister and asks, "Yeah, love? What's the matter?"

Not exactly wanting the whole boat to know you're seasick, you wave him over to you. Harry gets up imidiantly and stalks over towards where you're sat on the side edge of the yacht. When he's close enough, you whine, "Just feeling a bit seasick. Can you take me to the toilets on the bottom level, please?"

"Yeah, of course, baby." Harry is quick to agree. The genuine worry on his face makes you feel bad for lying. But you know you won't feel bad in a few minutes when his cock is deep inside of you.

He takes ahold of your hand and very quickly steps over to Gemma to inform someone, "Hey, Y/N is feelin' a bit ill. M'gonna take her to the toilets. Hopefully we won't be gone long."

Gemma frowns and replies sweetly, "Awe, that's fine. Hope you feel better soon, Y/N." You mouth a "thank you" and tug Harry's arm in the direction of the stairs that lead to the bottom floor of the yacht.

While on your journey to the bathroom, Harry kindly asks, "When did you start to feel sick? You could have told me sooner and I would have seen if I could've borrowed a motion sickness pill off someone for you." How did you get so lucky to have married such a pure and sweet man.

Before you answer, you barge in the one toilet bathroom and Harry is fully ready to hold your hair back while you vomit. But instead, is taken back when you turn around and kiss his lips hard with need. "Baby....... what, thought you were gonna be sick?" he mutters confusedly against your mouth.

You pull away, breathing heavy and respond, "I lied. I needed an excuse to have you come down here with me and fuck me. Got the notification on my fertility app saying my fertile window is open and now is the best time to try and conceive. I need you to fuck me and come inside me. Right now."

Harry tosses his head back and says, "Fuck!" rather loudly. Though he is a bit uneasy about potentially getting caught having sex on this yacht, he could never pass up the opportunity to fuck his sexy wife and give her a baby. "Well, okay then. Do you need, like, warming up first or..." He's fully ready to eat you out or finger you for a minute to get you fully aroused if you needed that.

Harry's too kind sometimes. Always thinking of your wellbeing and needs. You laugh and grab his hand to lower it to the front of your swimsuit. "No, babe. Seeing you in these tight, green swim trunks has had me wet for hours, see." His fingers come in contact with your clothed wet pussy and that has him hardening right up.

"Alright, turn around and lean over the sink f'me." Harry instructs and you do as told. This yacht's bathroom is rather small but you'll make it work. You've had sex in much smaller spaces before but those are stories for another time. Harry drops to his knees and as he goes to slide your bikini bottoms down your legs, he kisses over your ass cheeks and the back of your thighs.

"Harry, we don't have time for that, just put a baby in me. Hurry." you grumble. You're far too impatient for him to tease you right now. You just need him to fuck you.

As he stands back up and drops his green swim trunks to his ankles, Harry retorts, "Alright, stop being bratty. I'll give you what you want. Know I always do, m'love." He takes ahold of his now very hard cock and gives it a few strokes to make sure its fully erect for you. When it is, he helps spread your legs how he thinks would work best for this position and leans over your back, carefully nudging his dick in your soaked hole with the guidance of his right hand.

"Ohh, Harry!" you can't help but moan while he's pushing all the way in and that causes him to slap his left hand over your mouth to silence you.

"Love," he says from behind you're body, "gotta stay quiet. Can't risk anyone hearing us." You nod your head in understanding and bite your lip to silence yourself when you feel him bottom out. Then without warning, Harry pulls his hips back, leaving just the tip inside your cunt, before slamming forward.

The hand Harry had over your mouth has moved down to your neck. Not with the intentions to necessarily choke you, though he is applying slight pressure, but more so to help you stay upright and look at yourself in the mirror. The scene of Harry fucking you from behind has got you even more turned on than before. The way his tan skin is glistening with sweat. The way his curly hair has fallen over his forehead. The way Harry is looking right into your eyes from over your shoulders in the mirror. It's all so intense.

After a couple of minutes, Harry can feel the knot in his stomach tighten and he knows he's about to come. Your tight pussy just feels so good hugging his cock. Wanting to see if you were up there with him, he questions in heavy pants, "Are you close? M'bout to come. Just feels so - fuckin' - good, Y/N!"

You nod and squeak out, "Yeah, I'm close too, H." Knowing you may need a little bit of extra help, he takes his right hand that he had stationed on your hip for stability and reaches in front of you until he finds your clit. When he does, he begins rubbing the nerve in tight circles and that's exactly what pushes you over the edge. That and his cock rubbing against your g-spot from this angle. You nearly fall forward because as you come your legs give out and if Harry wasn't pressed up behind you, you're sure you would have collapsed onto the boats floor.

"Ah, God!!!" you gasp while waves of pleasure roll through your body. Your orgasm triggers Harry's and he shoots his load as deep as he can inside of you. His hips falter their movements and he has to bite down on your shoulder to quiet himself from the moans he's dying to let out.

Slowly, everything comes to a stop and you're both left sweaty and panting for air in this small yacht bathroom. Harry carefully removes his hand from your throat and you slowly start to lean forward over the counter top again. The movement causes you to accidently pulse around his softening cock and he curses in slight pain. "Fuckin' hell."

"Sorry, sorry." you repeat out of breath and Harry shushes you by gently responding, "It's alright. Gonna pull out now and then I'll help you up on the counter so my cum doesn't drip on the floor." You nod and Harry carefully pulls his dick out your pussy and turns you around to lift you up on the small countertop beside the sink.

Now face to face, Harry can't help but to lean forward and plant a kiss to your lips. The kiss stays soft and airy. But knowing people above is bound to become concerned with how long you've been down here, you whisper, "Love you. Thank you for coming down here with me and I hope we made a little baby. Can't wait for our family to grow."

Harry nearly cries and gets hard again at the same time with all this baby talk. "Y/N, no need to thank me. Love you so much and would do anything to give us a baby. Even if that means break away from my friends and family to fuck my wife in a yacht's bathroom in the Italian ocean."

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Harry helped you get cleaned up and properly dressed again as well as redress himself. Then you both walk hand in hand back up to the top deck again where everyone looks at you with concern. Gemma's the first to come up to you and asks, "Feeling better, love? You can have a sickness pill if you need one? I always bring extra."

Feeling bad for everyone's genuine concern on your sea sickness but also happy you weren't actually sea sick, you decline, "Oh, no thank you. I'm feeling much better now. Your brother is a great doctor."

Everyone continues to have a great time. Laughing and enjoying the summer sun. Until Brad, Harry's friend and personal trainer comes up behind you and gasps, "Y/N, why is there a bite mark on your shoulder? Are you alright?" Your eyes go wide and Harry who heard the entire interaction goes pale in front of you. To the point he looks as though he may actually get sea sick.

"Um, um.." you stutter. Well fuck, how do you explain they're your husbands teeth marks from where he bit your shoulder to conceal his moans while coming inside of you to give you a baby.

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munariplans · 1 year

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is there someone else? | n. romanoff

synopsis: you and natasha have been going through a rough patch lately. wanda comes in and shows you everything natasha is unable to offer.

natasha romanoff x reader | slight wanda maximoff x reader

word count: 4.9k words

read part 2 here and part 3 here

warnings: angst, almost(?) cheating, discussions on pregnancy and treatments

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“nat, you have to be patient!”

“i am patient!” the woman before you screamed, red hair almost matching the redness on her features, as she gripped the edge of the table in your shared bedroom. “i have been patient; for days, weeks, months, i have been patient! but this is not working; whatever tony and bruce have been cooking in that lab, is not working!”

“these things take time; natasha, you cannot—”

“—no, not for me,” again, your wife cut you off; hot tears brimming in her eyes now, “not for me. It’s not a timing issue, it’s my body’s issue. the reverse hysterectomy doesn’t work, and the IVF won’t work either.”

this time, you knew better. reaching out towards her, you ignored her flailing arms half in protest, half in desperation, to push you away. you embraced natasha with all that you had; holding on to her as if it would piece her broken pieces back together. and it was precisely then that she broke down; her body physically melting against your own and her sobs filling the atmosphere of the quiet, bleak room. the room that had once been the sanctuary for the both of you; late night rendezvouses against the knowledge of the other avengers, patch-up sessions where natasha would trust you over any medic to see her scars and wounds and not judge, it was even the safest place for natasha to run into after particularly hard missions.

The place still looked all the same, with the addition of Natasha’s belongings now taking up eighty-percent of your space (in what was essentially a room for one, but the both of you had been reluctant on upgrading to a bigger room in the compound with the memories made in your room). But the feeling was not the same.

You held her tighter. “It’s only our fourth round, so what if it doesn’t work? We can always try again.”

“What if I’m tired?” She asked, voice too small, too fragile. “What if it doesn’t work again? What if it’s just a me problem? I can’t have children, I can’t give you a baby, and I never will.”

“Don’t say that, don’t say things like that.” Were the only comforting words you could offer, a little tired, a little irritated, at her repetition of insecurities being voiced after each IVF round the both of you went through.

You led her to your shared bed, and when Natasha tried to reach out for you in the night, she felt you shift closer to the edge of the bed, and away from her.

–

Common side effects of Natasha’s fertility treatments included frequent mood swings, this you knew from Bruce’s multiple warnings before. He had taken special care to explain it to you, and had even advised you to seek help from Clint if necessary. You remembered brushing him off with, “I think I can handle my wife’s emotions just fine.”

If only you knew what you were getting yourself into, you chided yourself now, staring at the back of Natasha’s head, sighing. A little pissy and agitated would be a fine understatement.

You were the assigned leader for the mission; you had thought it was natural that everyone followed your instructions and heed your warnings. Not for Natasha.

She had taken a path that was more direct to the enemy’s line of fire, and considering her complete disregard for her own safety, and the fact that it was right around the time that she could be pregnant from a previous round of treatments, it was very clear from your point of view that she was putting herself in imminent danger, and that you had to step in.

You remembered Steve asking why Natasha was so far off from her tracker, and it was the moment everything clicked. You knew your wife. You knew precisely why she had taken off her tracker.

“Nat, fall back.” You spoke into your comms, knowing full well she had heard you. There was no response.

“Natasha. ”

Two enemies had thrown themselves at you, and in the time taken to take them down, Natasha still had not responded.

You were about to call her for the third time when her comms crackled to you. “Kinda—busy—here.”

Behind her was the sound of gunfire. Screams, cries, the occasional thunk of metal hitting against bones. You thought it was natural that you freaked.

“Natasha, I am this mission’s leader. I am ordering you to fall back, I repeat, fall back!”

“No! I can get the chip faster this way, I’m right in their comms room!”

“Agent Romanoff, this is not a request. If you don’t fall back now, I am reporting you to Fury for insubordination of a direct order.”

She had turned her comms off. The whole team practically heard you scream through their comms, “Fuck!”

Steve was kind enough to cover for your spot, while you ran headfirst into the comms room to extract Natasha. And although her being swarmed and outnumbered by a large margin of enemies was something you expected, it could not compare to the horror that spread through your system at the sight of her pinned down, gasping for air as an enemy tried to wrestle her for the gun she was holding.

He was gone in the next second, as Natasha rolled over to catch her breath. She cursed under her breath, preparing for the onslaught of another one tumbling towards her, but when it was you that filled her vision, helping her stand and leaning her onto your body, she wasn’t so sure if it was any better.

“I—told you—” Natasha tried to say, but you cut her off.

“—You disobeyed a direct order, Nat. You could’ve gotten killed.”

–

Though, back in the quinjet, it felt as if the roles were completely reversed. Natasha was berating you in plain view of everyone else, while you could only sit back, and accept the harshest words that were coming out of your wife’s mouth.

“Do you not trust me? How many missions have we been on together, and how many have I parted to take care of things on my own? How many missions have I gotten injured, or killed? I am not some fragile, brittle object, you know! I am—”

“—Romanoff, I think she gets your point,” Tony tried to cut in, but the glare shot his way was enough to make him shut his mouth faster than he had opened it.

“—I am capable, and you know I was, of extracting the chip myself! We could’ve avoided so many casualties! And now, look where we are, no chip, building destroyed, and civilians dead. All because you wouldn’t trust me to be able to take care of myself.” Natasha jabbed her finger to your shoulder roughly, as if to only rub in your humiliation deeper.

But you only sighed, and stood up. A resigned look on your face, you called Peter forward, and as he approached the table nervously, eyes darting between you and Natasha, she spotted it. Spider-Man pulled the chip out of his suit, and handed it to you.

You showed it off to her, and the rest of the team, and shook your head. “We would’ve gotten the chip regardless. You didn’t have to put yourself in unnecessary danger, and you didn’t have to undermine my leadership.”

You retreated back to the darkness of the quinjet, hearing Natasha sigh irritatedly and march right up to the front again.

–

Halfway on the trip back home, Natasha finally made the decision of risking seeing you to get herself some water, seeing as the supply was all the way at the back of the jet. She had unbuckled her seatbelt, ordered Peter to step in for her, and made the short, but agitating journey to where you were.

But you were not near your designated seat near the supplies, or anywhere where she thought you would be, as she unscrewed the water bottle and discretely scanned the jet for you. I’m not worried for her, I’m glad she’s not in my line of sight, is all.

But what she saw next, as she was walking past another part of the jet, made her stop in her tracks. You were next to Wanda in the makeshift medical bay, your suit unzipped and tied around your waist, fireproofs lifted up to reveal a huge wound that Wanda was tending to.

You seethed as the Scarlet Witch tried to draw back the bleeding with her magic, grabbing her hand and chanting, “Gentle, gentle, please.”

Fuck. Natasha couldn’t believe she missed out on the fact that you were injured. She had thought your gait looked a little strange when you were escorting her to safety earlier; and there was blood in her hands as she let go of you, but she had chalked it up to being an enemy’s. You had sat through her beration, her humiliation, and had said nothing to her of your injury.

Your eyes were shut, as Wanda navigated the stab wound, but her own eyes then drifted up, catching Natasha’s. The Scarlet Witch didn’t budge, looking up at Natasha almost in defiance, mostly in resentment.

A weird feeling settled within the woman, but she shut the curtain to the medical bay, and returned to her seat.

–

Natasha watched yours and Wanda’s friendship begin to bloom. It seemed as if the Avenger had found a solace within your company, as she naturally gravitated towards you in most social settings; team dinners, Tony’s outlandish parties, even during team meetings and discussions. In those moments, Natasha held your arm against hers closer, putting extra effort to drape her body as close to yours as possible as a warning. If you noticed (you did), you didn’t say anything to her, merely welcoming her into your open arms and letting her find comfort at the same time.

However, no matter how much Natasha wanted to keep you close and all to herself, her own hormones got the best of her on her worst days. More IVF sessions had passed with little to no success, brimming and breaking hope simultaneously, and Natasha was finding it harder and harder to sit through you merely reassuring her that it takes time. On her worst nights, she would find even your mere presence in the room an abhorrent sight, instead shunning you out into the common areas or mentioning that she wanted to sleep alone tonight.

Natasha never missed the heartbreak, or desperation, in your face. Perhaps you had been too nonchalant towards her mood swings, perhaps you had paid too little attention to her needs, or perhaps, and you hated yourself for thinking about it, Natasha was slowly growing out of love for you. You never missed the mixed emotions on hers, as you so often grabbed your pillows and headed out to sleep on the couch.

–

One particular night, where a stupid argument about paperwork that you had syphoned off to Natasha, preventing her from going out into the field had ensued, and finished, it ended once again with her yelling at you to get out of the room and sleep somewhere else for the night. The both of you were certain, by that point, that the whole compound could hear all of the words exchanged and screams torn. But Natasha was headstrong, you never were, and you gave in, as always.

Left with nothing but the bitter taste of Natasha accusing you of underestimating her, and the fact that your relationship was on such a thin thread that was affecting the morale of the whole team as well, you exited the room.

But when Natasha tossed, and turned, and tossed again that night, the absence of your body beside hers and only the coolness of the sheets on her skin, the guilt began to settle in. As it always did. She could have been more thoughtful, should have considered your own workload, should have cared more about your feelings too.

With tears hot in her eyes and a resolution to apologise, she left the room, still in her nightgown, to search for you in the common area. When she did find you, however, you were hunched over said paperwork that you had thought to pass off to her, the stack that she screamed would prevent her from going on her mission the next day. You had wanted to ensure that she could still go, eventually.

She called out your name, but when you turned, all the apologies that she had wanted to spill, the invite to return back to your room, were silenced; for Wanda’s own head had popped up beside yours, evident that she had been laying on your lap and accompanying you at work.

She realises that Wanda is there for you in all the ways she never was these days. She realises the outlet for you to share about your day, your frustrations and worries, was not her now. No, of course it wasn’t her, why would it be her? Not when she picks a fight for every little concern you voice out, not when she dismisses your every attempt to talk to her now. A scarier feeling began to form; Natasha realises that Wanda may be your home now, not her.

“Yes, Nat?” You said, your face devoid of any emotion.

She could have screamed, could have cried, could have threatened Wanda with death and tore her away from you right away. She could even have accused you of doing something you promised you would never do to her when you got together; but she didn’t. Natasha wanted to trust you, and she didn’t want her own insecurities to get the best of her, and the worst of you, again.

Instead, all she did was nod towards Wanda, swallowing a huge lump in her throat. “N-Nothing. Come back to our room when you’re done with that. The bed’s too cold.”

–

It was in the way Wanda voluntarily paired herself up with you for missions. The way you could conveniently shove her out of the way of raining bullets, putting yourself in the line of fire for her without a second thought.

The way you were the first person Wanda looks for at the end of said missions. The way you allow Wanda to ease her worries by laying her head against your shoulder afterwards.

The way Wanda hugs you just a little too tight, too long, right after the team worries of your cut-off comms from a particularly hard mission.

Natasha hates herself for noticing all of it.

–

Tony called out your name to the common area one night, despite you and Natasha agreeing to have an early night-in for a round of doctor’s visits the next day. She was a little annoyed at you for being so ready to heed his request, but followed you anyway, hoping it would be quick.

“As you can see,” Tony spread his arms, gesturing around the room to the other Avengers, “Your best friend isn’t around. She’s been gone from us for exactly two nights in a row now, and we want to know why.”

His game show host-style of speaking ticked you off, but you swallowed it down in favour of everyone else around, and smiled politely at him. He continued, “Rogers says it’s her time of the month, which, might be true, is totally boring and not helpful to this discussion at all. Danvers says she’s probably just sick of our shit, which, might also be true, but is being a Debby Downer and I do not stand for it. With the amount of vomiting Vision hears from his room, he says it’s because I gave her food poisoning when I tried to cook dinner on Monday, which is the least likely option there is, so I’m disregarding it. What do you say, huh?”

“She told me she has a stomach flu.”

This time, Thor chuckled from the corner of the room. Grinning, he sneaked in with, “Classic pregnancy symptoms, I say. Natasha’s been the one trying for a child, but have you accidentally knocked the wrong woman up, kid?”

He didn’t need your furious glare and Natasha’s choked sob behind you to know he had voiced out every insecurity of hers so perfectly, as the Black Widow practically stormed straight back to your room, with you hot on her heels, trying desperately to call out her name.

–

“It was just a joke, Nat, and he knew it! You and I know it!”

“Was it really?” Natasha’s eyes were red and raw, throat hoarse from screaming, “Was it really a joke to you? Or have you really gone and fucked her and gotten her pregnant?!”

“That’s impossible and you know it!” You retorted, taking one step closer. Natasha took one step back. Your hands had raised, trying to reach out for her to see reason, but seeing her retreat only sent a knife straight to your heart, and you threw them up in the air, giving up. “Nat, I—I—Wanda’s a friend. That is all she is, all she will ever be. I don’t understand why—”

“—Do your friends touch you like I do? Do your friends get to lie their head on your shoulder, hug you goodbye and welcome home after every mission, be the outlet for your frustrations and worries, your celebrations and joy? Do your friends matter more than I do?” She cut you off, shoving you against the wall this time.

You took the opportunity to grab her wrists, tilting your head so you were directly at her eye level. “Natasha.”

She refused to meet your eyes. “Natasha. Look at me.”

She shook her head, refusing to give in, refusing to let you see the insecurity, heartbreak, and jealousy in her green eyes, now dull and wearier than the emerald they once were. “Fuck you.”

“Natasha, what is going on with us?” You asked sincerely then, begging her to see reason, to see you. “We fight everyday, we barely spend any time together, and you don’t even bother trying to listen to me. To help me help you see reason. You hate me on most days, you despise what I am, what I do, and I don’t know how to fix this. Have I become so broken, so unlovable, that you cannot even stand to be in the same room as me anymore?”

Natasha slowly lifted her gaze, blinking away the tears. “You don’t seem to mind.”

“Because I don’t want to ruin whatever we have left!” You shouted, exasperated. “I don’t want to lose whatever shred of love my wife has left for me, I don’t want to make things worse, and I don’t want to make you feel worse. Tell me, is it the baby? Is us trying for a baby too much for you, Nat? Is this not something you want anymore? Because ever since we’ve started trying—”

“—It’s not the baby, it’s me,” Natasha freed her wrists from you, turning away. “It’s me, and my inability to be a wife, a proper wife, to you. Fuck, I can’t even give you one thing every married couple wishes for, a fucking child, and now you have to run off to an actual woman who can. I’m a fucking failure, that’s what I am.”

“Nat, not every couple wants—not every couple needs—a child. I’m perfectly happy with—”

“—Are you really? Are you really perfectly happy with the way things are? Do you not wish for more, something I can’t give? Someone who can understand you, love you, better than I can?”

You knew where this was going, and you rubbed your forehead in frustration. “What are you getting at, Natasha?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t see the way she looks at you.”

You sighed. “I honestly don’t.”

“Of course you don’t!” Natasha’s voice broke, uttering the next words, “But I do. Because she looks at you the way I look at you. The way I wished you looked at me.”

“Nat, don’t do this. Don’t do this to yourself, and don’t do this to us. I can assure you Wanda is…is…” You trailed off, not believing the incredulity of it all.

“Is what?” Natasha hoped with all of her heart you could finish the sentence. “Is what…? Tell me. Younger? Better? Easier to love, than I am?”

But you could only shake your head once more, furrowing your eyebrows. “You know what, Nat? I give up. I truly give up. If you can’t get over yourself and your own insecurities, even though we are married, even if you knew I only love you, I cannot help you. I need a break…we need a break.”

You didn’t tell her for how long, you didn’t tell her what you were going to do, or what she could do to fix things. You merely brushed past her body folding in on itself in anguish and absolute heartbreak, and packed your things. That night, you had left her all to herself, and she had only felt loneliness like this once.

Suddenly, Natasha was twelve again, all alone in the Red Room to fend for herself. She had lost her parents, she had lost Yelena, and now, she had lost you too.

–

wanda was browsing through the menu, seated in front of you at the hotel balcony, celebrating the end of another successful mission together. it was a few weeks after the incident with natasha, and with no end goal or date in sight of when you were returning to her arms, you had resigned yourself to stick to wanda, much to the scarlet witch’s pleasure, too.

“an aperol spritz or a negroni?” she had asked, but you were busy staring right at her.

wanda’s eyes were blue, wide and ethereal. Her hair was a lighter colour than natasha’s, hands softer as they wrapped around yours, hugs tighter.

natasha was all that you had ever known, and loved. you have been together for so long, you find it hard to believe that what you feel for wanda could ever be real.

she was kind, patient and understanding; wanda never complained, never screamed or raised her voice at you. you remembered when the feeling began; the very night where natasha had practically banished you from your room, and her footsteps came pattering down to the common area where you were. wanda had just returned from a mission with thor and sam, but still insisted on staying up with you. as her head laid on your lap that night, her big, blue eyes staring up at yours, you felt something stir in your stomach; a feeling that you hadn’t felt in a long while with natasha. butterflies anew.

you became concerned, protective, of wanda during missions. always worrying if she had eaten before a gruelling day, taking extra patience in training her for combat practice, you began wondering if you had really looked at her as just a friend all this while. when wanda and natasha both came home with a bullet graze on their arms on one mission, you found yourself worrying for wanda almost as much as you did for your wife.

perhaps that was the moment you knew, and so did natasha.

–

wanda called out your name lovingly, half-laughing as you stared into blank space yet again, dissociating as she stepped out of the shower.

“you still upset that I chose the negroni?” she teased, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

getting up to change, you tried hard not to hyper-focus on the beads of water dripping down wanda’s body, as she bent down to find a spare change of fresh clothing. “of course. criminal, that you order everything but an aperol spritz in Italy, of all places.”

you found the t-shirt that she had been looking for, and whistled for her attention. but right as the woman stepped forward to take it off of you, you tugged it under her grip, side-stepping further into the room.

“apologise, for the spritz, for me, and everyone else in italy.”

wanda shot you an incredulous look, before your own serious resolve broke too, and the both of you ended up laughing, nearly tumbling forwards towards each other. somewhere along the line, Wanda decided to take the opportunity to try to take the shirt, but your reflexes kicked in, and right as she reached forwards, you went for her legs; throwing her onto the bed to dodge her attack.

giggling, still, Wanda tried to sit up as you pinned her down. but the woman managed to take one of your own, as she grabbed your hand, and with one swipe, had your wedding band in her left hand, taunting it over you.

“got something of yours, too,” she grinned, handing out her other hand for an exchange, “Now give me my shirt.”

your eyes widened at the sight before you then. wanda, dressed only in a towel that was barely hiding anything from view, the compromising position you were in, the wedding band she had taken off of you at that moment.

heart to heart, yours beating as fast as hers, wanda finally noticed too. slowly, but surely, her red magic came up to envelop the both of you, the warmth in them flowing through your senses, making your head fuzzy and lightheaded.

she leaned up, mouth just inches from yours, hoping, begging, for you to close the distance. her towel had almost fallen off her body then, arms around your neck. if you dared look down, nothing would be hidden from view.

“come on,” she murmured against your lips.

you hesitated, the grip on her waist suddenly disappearing. “i…no.”

wanda pouted, you remembered shaking your head. “i’m married, wanda.”

“please.”

you snatched back your ring this time, throwing the t-shirt onto her body and looking away just as quickly. opening the door to the balcony, you found it hard to catch your breath. “i can’t. i’m sorry.”

–

though, that night, watching her sleeping figure sprawled out on the shared king bed, you took another swig of the gin leftover from the bar, wondering if you had made the right choice.

the opportunity had presented itself, and yet you didn’t take it.

natasha had left a text earlier on your phone, and you cursed when you remembered what date it was. it was almost an asshole move to simply text her back ‘happy anniversary to us’ too, when she had sent a long paragraph apologising for what she had done, and begged you to come back to celebrate your five-year wedding anniversary together.

–

sleeping on the couch, and as far away from wanda as possible, you felt your phone vibrate in the middle of the night.

getting up groggily, you had almost thrown it back to where it was, until another text came in, and another. they were from Natasha.

i have to tell you something. you had texted her back with a question mark, but her only reply had been that she refused to tell you over text, and that you would only know when you got back.

considering the state of your relationship with her, and the way you had practically ruined whatever hope of rekindling her affection for you with the anniversary text, you almost knew what it would be already. she would be taking the first step in ending your relationship, and marriage.

looking back at wanda’s sleeping form then, you selfishly thought again if you should have proceeded with the kiss.

–

natasha was already waiting with the other avengers when your quinjet landed. wanda had gotten off first, looking back at you awkwardly, reaching her hand out to help you disembark, after an injury to your right rib. you smiled at her, but rejected her help.

natasha strode towards you in two cool, calculated steps. you offered her a half-smile, but her face was determined, and hopeful. her arms were around your waist in the next second, and for the first time in the last year or so, the black widow tipped you over, pressing her lips against yours in the most passionate, loving kiss. In front of everyone, in front of fury, in front of wanda, natasha claimed you as hers.

“what—” before you could finish your question, she was already dragging you to your shared room, leaving you even more confused than before. perhaps it was a goodbye kiss, perhaps natasha had felt the need to claim you one last time before parting ways, perhaps she had simply missed you over the time you were gone. the last one seemed most impossible.

“sit.” she had gestured, forcing you on the bed. “close your eyes.”

you groaned, the injury on your ribs resurfacing. “nat, i’m really tired, the mission was a success but my side is—”

“please,” natasha begged this time, “please.”

you relented, and closed your eyes anyway, hoping whatever this was, would be over soon and that you could have a full night of uninterrupted sleep for once.

natasha rummaged for something in her bag, and opened your palm up. three small, plastic sticks were placed in them, leaving you more confused than ever.

“open your eyes.”

your heart sunk into the depths of your stomach when you saw what they were. time came to a standstill, the glaringly obvious image before you the prophecy for your past, present and future. three pregnancy tests, all positive.

you finally looked back up at natasha, her eyes brimming with tears of joy and hope. her arms encircled your neck again then, tears fresh on your shoulder.

“i’m pregnant,” she murmured into your skin, as if it would solve everything. as if it was the answer to all of your problems together.

a/n: who's side are you on?

#natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #black widow x reader #scarlet witch x reader #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #black widow #scarlet witch #marvel cinematic universe

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eggedbellies · 9 months

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Think of this - you're the only fertile member of your tribe left after the tribe elders sacrificed your friend to the island deity. While you've spent a good few years hooking up with the strong hunters and keen trackers of your tribe (which were either hung like horses or fucked like rabbits) to ensure the success of your community, the deity demands another sacrifice. Being the only fertile member left, you really have no choice.

You're covered in protective sigils, stripped naked, lathered in honey, given a basket of meat and fruits before being sent into the depths of the forest. All the sounds of the native wildlife are far away - no one dares to encroach on the stomping grounds of your god. You reach the clearing, climb the rocky platforms and wait. From the treeline, you see the crown horns of your cod as they come striding out of the forest. It looks similar to a human, which eased you - save for the crown of horns, the heavy reptilian tail, digitigrade legs and the extra pair of arms.

You push the offering basket towards them and instinctively throw yourself to the ground, grovelling at its feet. It approaches you, devours the offering and then starts licking up and down your body. You assumed they were going to eat you. It's giant hands, big enough to hold your leg like a chicken's, manipulates you onto your back with your legs spread open. One set of arms supports it's body on the rocky 'throne' while the other pair keep your legs open with such strength that could tear you limb from limb. You see your deity's slit ooze with a clear fluid, before a pink nub peeks out between the folds, then it grows into a monster of a cock; one becomes three; the central cock reminiscent of the wild horses that the hunters ride while accompanied by two writhing tendrils with skin that looks too tight for them, it's muscles bulging out from underneath it.

The tentacles slick you up vigorously, excess flowing to pool at your ass. Then they pry your entrance open so the central appendage met no resistance as it plunged into your body without preparation, making you squeal out in pain.

Once you grow accustomed to the monstrous size within you, it begins to rock back and forth, pulling your legs towards them or you'd be scraped on the rocks. It's now you realise the sigils were not for protection, but to turn your cervix into jelly as your divine god plows into your womb, using it as a fleshlight. The accompanying tentacles writhe excitedly: the upper one molests your torso, grabbing onto your chest and slicing you up while the lower one explores your ass before plunging into your second hole; churning your guts like a parasite.

You lose all sense of time, seemingly fucking for hours until you feel a large mass at the base of your cunt; about as big as the child you birthed for the chief that was built like an ox. Your god kept thrusting, pushing the orb harder and harder against your abused hole. The tendril in your ass leaves, slipping into your pussy to pry you open, allowing the orb to enter your body with a heavy plop, followed by a torrent of hot gloopy seed. When the deity pulls out of you, you feel as if all your organs are going to fall out of your pussy, unti it's thumb smears away a sigil on your stomach, cinching your cervix back to optimal tightness.

There was only one egg inside you, you already looked nine months pregnant. You can't wait to give birth.

Oooghghgh hths is incredibly well written well done

what a fucking amazing scenario ngl ngl... getting turned into nothing but a godly fucktoy, sure you're going to hang out with the rest of those sacrificed, all taking care of each other as you waddle around with your immensely heavy bellies...

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maryangelex · 2 months

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@cadotoast requested: Can you do a Dom price and bratty reader? Bonus points if it's like in the omegaverse because for some fucking reason I have a fixation now xD

a/n: thank you for your request!! unfortunately i am not knowledgeable enough in the omegaverse so i dont wanna do you a disservice ahh!! but lucky you i am very knowledgeable in dom!price so here's this lil drabble ;)

c/w: dom/sub relationship, dom!price x bratty!reader, brat tamer!price, spanking

You knew better, you weren't unfamiliar with John's temper. You knew some days he was running on a short fuse because of his job. Yet, for whatever reason that didn't stop you today. Something today made you feel like being a major brat to John.

Maybe it was the seething heat between your legs; your cycle tracker did indicate you were your most fertile. Did that also mean that you would be as unruly as you were horny?

At this point, you had forgotten what exactly you had said to get John so riled up. It was something along the lines of you giving the poor man attitude, or maybe it was the bitter pout you gave him and the defiance towards anything and everything he said or did. It was definitely the fact that he had to leave on deployment in just a few days.

Yeah, that was always the reason. That was the sole factor for you acting like a brat towards him; it was like your version of a tantrum begging for him not to leave, your way of expressing your bitterness towards his line of work and the days - or weeks or months - he had to be away.

But right now you could barely remember how it really started. All you could focus on was the loud smack from John's heavy palm landing on your already reddened ass. It made you let out a loud whine laced with pleasure and pain. John had you bent over his muscular lap, your panties long forgotten somewhere on the floor and your ass exposed and beaten.

"Haven't even touched you and yet look at the mess yer makin'", John's words brought you out of your haze, and the feeling of his index finger spreading your slick all over your folds and cheeks made your needy pussy pulsate.

"P-please, John," your voice was hoarse

"Please what, sweetheart?"

"N-need your cock, John, please."

"Uh-uh," he tsked as his hand reached to undo his pants, "naughty whores like you don't get to be fucked, now, do they?"

When he released his leaking cock from his pants, he used his other hand to grab a handful of your hair, pulling your head back and aligning your mouth with his cock, sinking your head down until your mouth encapsulated him to the base.

"That's it, love, let's put that bratty mouth to better use."

#cod mw2 #call of duty mwii #cod fanfic #fanfic #headcanon #john price #cod drabble #drabble #price drabble #john price cod #john price call of duty #captain john price #john price smut #john price x reader

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tylermileslockett · 19 hours

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Atalanta #2 "the Way of the Hunter"

Having been successfully rescued and nourished by the she-bear, one day the child, having been left alone, is come upon by a couple of Hunters tracking prey. Seeing the discovery as the will of their hunting patron god, Artemis, the men take the child and dutifully raise her into a skillful hunter, tracker and archer; ever in the service of Artemis.

Because Artemis was the goddess of the hunt, wilderness, and wild animals, she was popular with hunters. And, although the goddess was associated with childbirth and fertility, she herself was celibate, vowing to forever remain a virgin. The hunters, stalking their prey through the forest, wear shawls like cloaks called a Chlamys.

In the background of my illustration we can see one of the seven wonders of the ancient world, the “Temple of Artemis” at the city of Ephesus, (west coast of turkey). Here was a powerful and unique cult, with a more fertility centric Artemis Ephesia, a goddess rooted in Egyptian or Near east great mother goddesses; The site had annual festivals with games and theater performances, where young, single Greeks could seek out marriage partners.

The 2nd century B.C. Greek poet Antipater described it thus; “I have set eyes on the wall of lofty Babylon on which is a road for chariots, and the statue of Zeus by the Alpheus, and the hanging gardens, and the colossus of the Sun, and the huge labour of the high pyramids, and the vast tomb of Mausolus; but when I saw the house of Artemis that mounted to the clouds, those other marvels lost their brilliancy, and I said, "Lo, apart from Olympus, the Sun never looked on aught so grand".

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#greekmythology #greekgods #pjo #mythology #classics #classicscommunity #myths #ancientgreece #ovid #archer #artemis

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bubble4u · 1 year

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Mind empty all I can think is the poly ship all having a hand of trying to baby trap you

@festive @danni-k @aasouthteranoswife @bontensucker

South:uses the excuse "normal condoms don't fit me" excuse very much will say he'll pull out but really it means he'll just shove his dick in further keep in there until he knows he's done cumming and raise your lower body to keep his cum inside. Will say "it's so we won't make a bigger mess" but we all know it's to make sure majority of his cum stays inside. Don't even object cause alm he's gonna do is cover your mouth either with his hand or if he's hitting from the back shoving your face further in a pillow ,You're being too loud for him he doesn't wanna hear you especially if it's you repeating "please pull out".

Mitsuya: he's poking holes in the condoms..... I don't care what you'll think you can bring new ones after he did a bad job once and the condom broke causing you to stop using a brand to switch up to another one. Not even big holes nope its several tiny smaller holes that it's to the point it's deemed useless but you don't know that ESPECIALLY you're so into it. Kneee to your ears, mitsuya practically jack hammering, this is the fourth condoms he's changed into, you don't realize every condom he's "cummed" into is almost damn near empty.

Taiju: he's switching up the birth control pills. Don't ask me how he does it he's got connections. He'll even scare you with a fake article about how the birth control you're taking has numerous problems and even class action lawsuits. So many changes so many times He'll gaslight you into saying you already took your pill when you have no memory of doing so but taiju is so good at convincing you that you did. He's cummed to much that your stomach starts to bulge a bit, he can't but help and be more turned on, picturing round, glowing with motherhood. It's the primal need to breed you to make you his you're his spouse so why wouldn't you let him have a child or two..... maybe even 5 they need siblings to look out for one another.

They all three have made a bet whose gonna be the first one to knock you up. They all have your period tracker app downloaded and know when it's your most fertile day and THEY ALL TAKE ADVANTAGE. Mitsuya will coax you with home-cooked meals and your favorite movie, south has taken you adrenaline binges getting your heart going to the point that your fucking outside on the hood of his car, taiju will whisk you away on a trip FAR AWAY from the other two.

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merakiui · 1 year

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Yandere Riddle getting his childhood friend pregnant after he convinces her to fool around,,, orz Imagine him purposefully sneaking peeks into your period tracker to see when you’re most fertile!! Looking up the best positions to conceive a child and bending you into them under the guise of ‘experimenting.’

Omg and he's written the days that are best for conception in his own personal calendar!!! Aaaaa imagine how obsessive he becomes, constantly scouring all kinds of reliable articles in search of the best positions, notable signs (if any) to look for when you're most fertile, and slowly and secretly preparing for the day when you do take a test and it comes back positive. >_< creepy, gross Riddle... he's so obsessed with you and at times it might feel like he's a reflection of his mother when he's so deep in love with you, wanting to control every aspect of getting you pregnant because he sincerely, wholeheartedly believes he's the right one for you and you're the right one for him.

And since the both of you are so accustomed to this routine fooling around he's able to convince you to let him put you in these positions. Maybe he gives you a placebo pill each time and insists it's birth control and you think nothing of it when you take it because you trust him, because he's your best friend, because he'd never do anything to hurt you, because he'd never lie to you, because he's responsible, rule-abiding Riddle Rosehearts. That way, when you assume you've taken the proper measures to prevent pregnancy, he can get away with not having to wear protection, which also means he gets to cum inside every time. <3

Riddle loves you, so it's only natural he'll be ready to accept you with open arms when you eventually come crying to him about news he's been expecting for a while now. He'll find a way to handle his mother and any other issues that may crop up as a result of your pregnancy. For now, all that matters is that the both of you are together. Riddle has always been sensible, but he'd like to believe that true love can triumph every inconvenience. After all, even he wants his own fluffy romance! He'll break a dozen rules just to attain it because it's often the things that are just out of reach that make him want them the most. And Riddle has always wanted you.

#twisted chit chat #tw: baby trapping #tw: pregnancy #yandere twst #i love him and i need him and AAAAAA RIDDLE <3

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pammarie-gx · 9 months

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Black Cherry Ice Cream Tracker

So, I know a lot of people right now are concerned about privacy, especially around period trackers. Being able to track your period is pretty important for all sorts of health reasons, but obviously that data could be used against you in certain situations.

So! I made an "Ice Cream" tracker - a small, completely offline app that lets you track your periods (and also ice cream) in a non-explicit way. The data is stored locally on your device and is automatically deleted when you delete the app. There's no online functionality at all expect the initial download and updates from Google Play (sorry iPhone users, I don't have an apple dev account yet).

I went out of my way to make it as backward compatible as possible (it's been tested down to Android 9) and I used machine translation so it's available in the following languages:

Chinese (Simplified)

French (France)

German

Indonesian

Italian

Japanese

Portuguese (Brazil)

Spanish (Spain)

Spanish (Latin America)

Thai

The app currently uses the language settings on the device, but I might add some user settings later, in which case I'll add a language select option.

It also shows you your next expected period and a general fertility window (awkwardly phrased as a "possible messy time" because making that not explicit was harder than expected).

It's currently available here:

https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.anonymous.BlackCherry

I'd love some feedback (especially on the translations - I checked them as best I could, but I'm only fluent in English).

I have no intention of ever adding monetisation. I might not be able to add features to it quickly, but I want it to be free forever to whoever finds it useful.

#period tracker #android #app

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I don't know how much you're into hybrids, but thinking about catboy (OR maybe foxboy bc they mate for life) kylar rutting into you while he's in heat, rambling desperately about how good you are and how well you'll take his cum, how wonderful you'll look rounding out with his kits, begging you to get pregnant, nuzzling up against you like he'll die if you don't smell like him... Probably OVERJOYED if you start taking on traits of the same transformation bc of him, might get even more enthusiastic about making sure his cum ends up *in* you in the end, just to make sure it takes.. Because it just makes you more compatible, doesn't it? Makes a mission of making sure you keep it, cumming in you as often as you'll let him.

I think he'd start crying and possibly also get so horny he needs you immediately [closet or an alleyway if you're out, he needs you Now] if you showed up once with an item to keep the TF on. (BONUS points if it's a collar, though they really should get that engraved with his name, shouldn't they? You're his love, after all, he has every intention to look after you when you have needs, and maybe - ah, m-maybe it'll even help keep some of the whores in town off of you, if you're so clearly marked... Might not say that last part. Probably gets SUPER flustered if you ask him to wear one, too - if you already have, it's a *treasured* item, he never leaves without it. Probably touches it whenever he's sad, or misses you, or he's just thinking about you, fidgets with it while watching footage of you in your room at night... That's why he knows it's a good idea to get you one! Ahah, and if there's a tracker in it, maybe - well, that's just because he loves you, you know. He doesn't ever want to lose track of his precious beloved!) Of course, that doesn't mean he doesn't still want to cum in you as much as he can - no method of protection is proven 100% effective, right? And, besides, you should keep his mark in you anyway...

(Think he'd like the fox mask, too - moreso if you told him what it's for - just bc it looks like smth he'd see in an anime.)

Imagine he'd be absolutely OVERJOYED when it takes - maybe something in your scent changes, just slightly, and he has to stop everything he's doing to get close to you and check more thoroughly. Absolutely cries about it, holds you tight and nuzzles against you and kisses you without end, babbling about how happy he is and how wonderful you are, how wonderful your kids will be, how he loves you so, *so* much - he's careful to be gentler after that unless you ask otherwise, though he's no less enthusiastic about sex, likes to curl around you afterward once you're showing as if to protect you, even though he's likely the smaller of you two, might lay a hand on your belly idly. Even quicker to draw his knife at school, I think he'd do whatever he could to be near you as often as he can, ... He WILL take responsibility, also - loudly, and often, much to the chagrin of your school reputation. Would probably want you to get an ultrasound as early as possible, just to confirm things, though I don't think he'd make you - WOULD be Very insistent about coming with you, though. Probably wants to fuck you right after, too, overjoyed and helplessly turned on by the sight.

This is WAY too much text anyway sorry. I think I enjoy the image of him in a collar just a little bit too much

no. do not apologise. i LOVE hybrids and fox kylar is sosososo real. im. im. you'd give him a collar with his name on it and he'd want YOU to wear it. so everyone knows you're his :)

BUT YES!!!! fox boy kylar who's soooo shy when you first speak to him, he doesn't want to scare you off with the whole 'mating for life' thing, but wow you're so pretty and you smell so fertile that he's drooling as soon as you introduce yourself with a cute, easygoing smile.

i also think kylar unintentionally giving you the fox transformation would be soooo good. fic wise and horny wise. see!! you're perfect for one another - and since now you have the same animalistic urges as one another, the two of you are clinging to one another like you're connected at the hip - the whole mating for life thing is mutual now!!! anytime you're faced by a potential suitor you'll react with disgust, vouching your love for him in response. i just KNOW kylar would get soooo flustered over it and his tail would get all swishy.

OH!!!! and that cute fox giggle thing. he does that all the time. you tickle him??? his ears fold back into his hair as he giggles. you show ANY form of affection??? he has a palm over his mouth to stop himself from laughing out of pure happiness. (he's not laughing at you!!! he just loves you sososo much!!) (gawd he's such a cutie pie. i love laughing i think it's the most endearing way of showing your appreciation for a partner)

also. where i live is overrun with foxes, and um. their mating noises are unearthly. screaming. barking. howling. they do it all. look it up. i. i think kylar yipping at you would be rlly cute though.

ALSO FOX MATING RITUALS!!!!! the males have to earn the females favour so just imagine kylar puffing his chest out and pulling his knife on as many other potential suitors as possible (to show you that he's the best viable mate for breeding!!! pleasepleaseplease pick him or it will not be pretty. foxes follow the female around like kicked puppies until she chooses one of them FFSJHSKD)

definitely notices the INSTANT you get knocked up by him. he greets you at the school gate (a customary thing the two of you do because you refuse to be apart from one another) and his pupils blow out wide because he smells something new. you'll yelp as his hands grip your shoulders to hold you firm, smelling you deeply with his nose buried flush against your neck, tail swishing curiously. then he starts sobbing. squeals with joy and decides that nope!!! you don't need school anymore!!! you have to take care of our kits! and locks you up in the manor. he is extremely turned on.

will bring you lots of blankets, pillows and comfortable things he deems to be appropriate material for your den. anything you ask for is handed to you within minutes. gives you all the sex you could possibly ask for, until you're lying back pliantly, wrung out from the sheer amount of orgasms kylar has ripped from your body.

i hope this response matched your energy because i love this. thank u for gracing me with fox boy kylar. he is sly and sneaky and wants as many kits as possible :) wants to mate for life with you and brings it up 2 days into when you first start dating :)

#hatkuuasks #nkgjdjkgsjkgsjkjg I LOVE THIS #i would post this in the main ta gsgjgjkgf #idk #thank u anon #reveal urself. pls be a hot sexy mutual of mine #kuuskylarposting #foxboykylar

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