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batterygarden · 1 year

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toxic!armin x bimbo!reader with a breeding kink

18+ MDNI

cw: fem! Afab reader, Armin's only kinda mean—some light degradation is included but then he’s sweet too!, bimbo reader, dumbification, mating press, cream pie, breeding kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, mult. orgasm, reader referred to as mommy once, also pretty girl, Armin referred to as daddy twice, 1k words, sooo self indulgent and not proofread don't mind me

Armin’s noticed you’ve been spacing out a lot today—more often than usual which sort of alarms him. He’s never expected you to be quick-witted, but the entire time he's been over tonight your responses have been especially slow, eyes glazed over more often than not. He thinks of it like a fun puzzle to solve, trying to guess what could possibly be troubling your pretty little head, but you end up revealing where your thoughts have been all on your own once he's balls deep inside you.

He has you folded up on the edge of your bed, legs around him and staring up at his face with little hearts floating around your head when, for the first time today, you have conviction in your tone.

“So I decided something…”

He picks up the pace of his hips a little, tilting his head to encourage you to elaborate.

“Decided I want you to breed me, ‘Min. Wanna have your kids. S’that okay?”

The ruthless pace of his thrusting has your water line on the verge of spilling over and Armin almost laughs at your vulnerable expression paired with your words. So this is what’s been stirring the air in your skull. How cute—he finds you so cute. Like a puppy he’s itching to kick.

“Pretty girl,” he’s panting from the squeeze of your pussy, fighting to keep his tone gentle, “you sound psychotic.”

You hum like you disagree, but the sound only warps into a high pitched cry as Armin pries one of your legs off his hip and folds it up by your chest. The new position is almost uncomfortable but you can hardly complain when his cock reaches even deeper inside you, filling you till you can hardly breathe—giving your body what it didn’t know it needed.

You try to grind against him as you chase a fast approaching high, and Armin rakes his fingers down your soft skin as he watches you grow drunk with the feeling of him. He loves looking at you like this. He loves the give in your flesh while he abuses you, while he pounds the last of your senses out of your mouth in a jumbled cry, the way whatever fragile composure you held dissolves behind hazy eyes. He loves that all that’s left is a body, clinging to him like that’s your only remaining instinct—he loves that he can make you even stupider.

But it’s unexpected when you somehow come around to cry to him when you cum, tears streaming and nails digging into his shoulder when you whimper,

“Ngh, Armin I wanna have your babies. Please, please, please… want your cum!”

At this point you’re too gone to even realize that you’ve accidentally struck a chord. The feel of your cunt clamping down on him, sucking him in so tight that he can’t remember what it feels like to be apart, paired with the image of you round and glowing and filled up with his kid. Armin wants it. Suddenly he needs it. Your relentless begging and crying while you cum only spurs him on—Armin’s lost any resolve to say no—forgetting why he even should.

“You wanna have my child?” He almost whines, fucking you through your orgasm and struggling to maintain his composure while your pussy throbs around him—maybe it’s already long gone. You can only nod and reach a limp hand to brush some hair temporarily from his forehead, you wanna look in his eyes but you can hardly concentrate enough to keep yours open.

“Want me to—god—fill you up? Gonna be a mommy with my baby in your tummy?”

Armin’s words are breathy, and his grip below your folded knee is so tight you’re losing feeling in your foot. Your pussy has him in a trance.

You find your voice through the overstimulation to cry out “uh huh! Wanna make you a daddy, ‘Min.. Let me make you a daddy...”

He huffs as his own release edges near, using his other hand that’s been bruising your hip to wipe tears off your cheeks before folding your other leg up. Now you’re in a mating press—brain mush while he absolutely obliterates you.

“You’re so… you’re so annoying. Ugh.”

His hips start moving even faster.

“But yeah… I’ll give you what you want… guess you deserve it.”

You don’t have to power to respond, only nodding in encouragement while Armin’s heavy cock rams into you with the kind of force you're pretty sure could give you a concussion—you’re past overstimulation, you’re on the brink of another orgasm right along with him.

Everything is Armin—that’s all you can focus on, his breaths turning to wanton sighs as he approaches release, his grip tightening on the dewy skin of your thighs where he holds your legs. When he finally tips over the edge, you manage to peek a heavy eyelid open and watch the angelic face he wears—the way his eyebrows crinkle together and his glossy lips part in a little “O”, the whiny moan he lets out—it’s pornographic. But you can only steal a glimpse before your forced to squeeze your eyes shut again as you topple almost painfully over the edge with him, head going fuzzy with the overstimulating feeling of his dick twitching inside you, emptying his heavy balls till you can feel his hot cum in your tummy. You can hardly even hear Armin's strangled cry when you clamp down on him a second time, twitching on his cock till he’s seeing stars.

When you both finally finish, and your twitching slows enough that he can pull out without wincing, he’s hypnotized by the way cum pours out of your abused cunt, starting to pool onto the mattress below you before he fingers it back in. Then he’s pulling on some boxers before taking inventory of your lifeless body, collapsed on the sheets with closed eyes.

He rubs a palm over your tummy not unkindly, thinking about how it’ll get bigger.

“You okay, pretty?”

You can barely nod.

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anantaru · 2 years

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𝗕𝗜𝗠𝗕𝗢𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 !

˖˚˳⊹ bimbofication feat. zhongli : al-haitham : ayato : diluc : childe : scaramouche : dottore x fem! reader from the 5.5k event special

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : bimbofication : dumbification a bit ig : sub! reader basically

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜

"you’re my little darling right." zhongli was cooeing against the shell of your ear, warm breath tickling your neck while your fucked out expression was more than visible to his pair of smiling eyes, "you’re so beautiful, so perfect, my silly little darling." he was enjoying this way more than he should. His heavy cock nestled deep inside your sobbing cunt while he remotely hit that one sweet spot of yours. You’re far gone by now, too many orgasms in already that you couldn‘t comprehend anything at this point.

your eyes scrunched shut tightly when you felt zhongli place soft loving pecks starting from your collarbone up to your neck, his rough tongue licking a straight line right behind your ear. You were vividly reminded of your current whereabouts when his hard cock pressed against your abused little cunt, "do you think you can go again?" you‘re whimpering, listening at every word that escaped from past his lips. The only things that left your mouth were incoherent babbles, yet once you looped your arms around his neck to pull him into your embrace, —kissing him so fucking passionately in the process—, he knew you were far from actually done.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗟-𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗠

you never would’ve guessed that al-haitham’s stamina was almost bottomless, yet you didn’t mind being used by him like his cute little plaything for when he wasn’t as busy as usual. He’s so far from reality as well, pounding into your sobbing cunt had his vision threatened to turn white once he locked gazes with your adorable expression, fucked out and sinfully looking. Mascara smushed and sticking to the sides of your eyes while your hair was messily spread across the pillow underneath you.

"darling." this normally adorable word rolling off his tongue in a deep guttural way, his hands finding their way to your thigh to lightly tap on it, —one two three— times until you rose your eyes open to meet his own smiling ones again. You just hummed an answer really, his cock still fully sheathed into your wet warmth before he was snapping his hips forward with a single motion. The sudden movement made you shiver violently, —overstimulation taking place— while your breasts naturally bounced off so fucking sinfully, it was mouth watering in his eyes. Fuck, if only he wasn’t so incredibly busy, he’d be able to fuck you stupid every night and day and use you like this.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢

whenever ayato had tons of work to do he was aware that there was a certain someone who’d all obediently do whatever he’d demand them to do. You’re on your knees right now while sucking him off harshly. Ayato, —who was laying back in his leather chair— lightly lolled his head to the side to relish in the sight before him. The way he was using you was to die for, your eyes rolling back whenever he’d particularly thrust up hard to meet your warm mouth, tip prodding at your throat and begging for entrance.

in a way it was a bad habit of his, yet he’d always go back to throat fucking you whenever he’d get the chance to. His hands sliding into the strands of your hair to massage your scalp before pulling you down against him until his stomach hit the tip of your nose. You were hiccuping around his girth, looking up at him through those tear coated lashes when your throat flexed at his tip. Ayato bit back a moan at the feeling, groaning out lowly when he began to thrust in and out of you now, your tongue never faltering and always making sure to swirl around his tip whenever you got the chance. You were so beautiful like this, his little air headed baby, always saying yes to whatever idea he’d propose to you.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖

diluc lined his throbbing cock back up with your cunt, —that was still so tight even though you were going at it the whole night—, his pace was relentless too, diluc couldn’t think of another time he was this horny and needy for you before. "My sweet." he cut himself off from saying his own sentence, just for a second to admire the beauty in front of him, all hazy eyed, barely able to comprehend anything from the way he fucked you so sinfully for hours, "my sweet darling, my angel." you absolutely adored whenever diluc was vocal with you, he always needed to praise you in many ways.

you were just so good to him! letting him use you just how he wanted and whenever he wanted, your body was his and archons did he take care of it. Wouldn’t want you to ever be dissatisfied in any way possible. You desperately tried to open your legs a bit further yet it didn’t work, thankfully though diluc was quick to spread them wide for his body to have deeper access into your abused hole. With one hand, he was leaning onto the headboard for additional support while the other one was fisting his cock in front of your pussy to finally snap himself forward, your legs flying up in the air and wrapping around his hips as a natural reflex. You figured in that moment that he was going to fuck you so good again, going to use you as his own personal cum dump.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘

childe admired the sinful sight underneath him, his brought body hovering over you once he advanced down to capture your lips in his own, they were so puffy already, —looking used with tiny bite marks of your teeth—, which were eagerly grazing over them earlier when ajax was pounding you silly. It’ll always end in you barely being able to move a muscle once he was done with fucking you relentless. Yet tonight childe was needier than expected, needy for your touch, your mouth, your moans and most importantly, your tight cunt enveloping his cock so fucking nicely.

"hey!" the way he was exclaiming that word sounded awfully cheerful, "look alive." he‘s way too good at this, cheeky bastard. Your eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze, holding it while inspecting his beautiful features that were naturally enhanced by the moonlight shining brightly on them. "I’m not done with you yet." his hands slid up your thighs to pry them open, pulling you forward so your cunt would hit his hard cock, —that was now laying flat against your pussy—. He’d always tease you, yet were barely awake by now— still relishing in your prior orgasms when he spit on your cunt before rubbing his cock around your glistering folds to see you whine around his touches. You’re so far gone, almost silly in a way, yet you still craved for him to use you more.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘

"fuck", scaramouche was surprisingly in good spirits tonight, how could he possibly not when he was currently fucking into your mouth so sinfully. The countless times you already swallowed his seed was making your mind turn hazy yet you were so determined to make him feel good even more! his stamina was commendable in many ways, pulling out his cock and only leaving his tip in, he carefully examined the state you were in right now. Eyes blinking ever so often to get rid of the blur while your warm tears rolled down your cheeks, staining them. Your tongue was driving him insane, —not that he’d tell you of course—, yet the way you were swirling your wet muscle around his flushed out tip was to die for, legs beginning to shiver from overstimulation that was solely caused by you.

"open up again." scaramouche was saying that in between harsh panting, growling when your gaze met his own, "I’m not done with you yet just so you know." with that he abruptly snapped his hips forward to nestle himself deep in your mouth again, resulting in you hiccuping against his impressive girth. The underside of his cock was decorated with a big fat pulsating vein that grazed so fucking sinfully around your abused tongue. "suck." he‘s rolling his eyes in the back of his head, does he really have to instruct you to do everything? He knows he fucked your brain out dumb tonight, yet still, you should at all times pick up on whatever he wanted you to do. You quickly followed suit once hearing his orders, hollowing your cheeks whenever you’d be completely full of him.

you could say, he was tired of waiting to cum again, so ultimately he decided to take the matter in his own hands as he grabbed a strandful of your hair to bob you up and down his length, thrusting his hips forward to meet your pace halfway as he finally felt his climax break deep in his stomach, spilling himself yet again deep inside your mouth. You were a panting mess on your knees while he looked down on you, eyes hazy as you rubbed off the blur, saliva pooling from the corners of your mouth to your chin and staining the carpet underneath the both of you. Fuck, he thought to himself, he might just use you once again if you keep on looking so fucking lewd like that— his own personal little cum dump.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗘

"don’t be disobedient now." if there was anything dottore disliked the most, it was incompetent people, or merely people who did not follow his orders. "open up already!" he was lightly tapping his hand against your cheek, resulting in you fluttering your eyes open to see him hover over you. You couldn’t decipher how often you already climaxed from his cock, —that was still very much sheathed inside of you this very moment—. Tired of waiting, dottore decided to take the matter in his own hands and pried your mouth open with his thumb, a bulb of spit escaping from past his lips and hitting the back of your throat.

"was this too hard for you, dear?“ In a way, said sentence did not sound like a question at all, it was more rhetorical if anything, belittling almost. You were mewling at the sudden intrusion of wetness, eagerly swallowing his spit to show just how obedient you were for him, and only him to be exact. With a hard snap forward, his cock was again, sheathed deeply into your abused little cunt, making you whine out screaming at the feeling of being so full again. "you‘re my little play thing, come on, say it." you knew better than anyone else that this was not an assumption, but more an order for you to follow. You tried your hardest to respond in any way but only incoherent babbles and mewles were able to be formed. Dottore clicked his tongue in amusement, surprisingly happy with your 'quote on quote' answer when he decided to go back in fucking you hard against the mattress, just like he always did after a long work day.

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