#TW: Pregnancy Kink

[monstrousvoice]

Steak n’ Eggs - Helob X Reader

Summary: It’s dinner time~

Tags: Reader has no defined pronouns but is AFAB, Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Enthusiastic Consent, Oral Sex, Blowjob, Slight Exhibitionism, Breeding Kink, Impregnation, Pregnancy Kink, Slight Bondage, Multiple Orgasms, Murder, Mentions of Death, Blood, Dark Themes, Aphrodisiac Venom, Mentions of Eating Followers, Technically not cannibalism cause its not your same species

MonstrousVoice A/N: Hello everyone! This fic is a collab between myself and @fanfic-enthusiast for a Helob X Reader smut. Please be mindful of the tags when reading!

FanficEnthusiast A/N: I hope you all enjoy! There are many more collabs planned for the future! <3

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Dinner was sizzling over the blazing fire behind you, the heat from the flames warming your ass and back as you kneel before your love. Helob himself was sitting comfortably as can be in a seat made of webs, his legs spread and form relaxed as he enjoyed the sight of you between his thighs.

His cock stood tall and proud in front of your willing mouth. You trailed your tongue up and down in slow licks, not with the intention to make the spider cum. That was not your goal here. He had made it very clear that your job was to keep him hard so when he wants you to sit your pretty cunt on him, there would be no wasted time. 

Helob was particularly fond of you using your mouth on him, due to his own fixation with the opening. He enjoys the idea of you tasting him while he works on other things around camp. It's hard to keep still, to not thrust into your pliant mouth until he’s cumming down your tight throat, but he needs to cook your dinner for the night first. Waiting for dinner is such a chore - but having you entertain him is a wonderful way to pass the time.

Your hips keep wiggling for any kind of friction they can gain, but you are determined to follow the rules your sweet Helob gave you. Your hands aren’t allowed anywhere near the apex of your thighs. It was at your request that he made doubly sure you wouldn’t break such an important rule, which is why your wrists are webbed together, strung up by more webbing to a collar fitting snug against your neck. No matter how you struggle the bonds hold tight and your sneaky hands can’t reach down to relieve yourself.

He thought of you using your heel for pressure as well, which is why you sit on your knees with your legs spread, more webbing keeping your ankles tied to far points and away from your dripping mound. The tied up followers behind you have a wonderful view of your entire backside, which normally wouldn’t be a problem…were you wearing underwear of any kind. As you sit right now however, your cunt and asshole are on full display for the tied up followers behind you to stare at all night long.

You’re stuck, no relief for you until Helob is ready to give it to you.

You lap gently at the head of his cock some more, licking up any tasty precum that leaks out. You feel serene and peaceful despite the burning heat in between your thighs, content knowing that this is your purpose in life, to suck your lover’s cock whenever he wishes. 

A scathing voice full of resentment calls out, a rather healthy follower that still had the strength and will to fight his bonds. He’s been annoying you all day, and once again you resolve yourself to ignoring his words and enjoying your night. You’ve just nuzzled your nose into the tender flesh where Helob’s cock slit is and take a deep inhale of the musky scent when the annoying voice once more calls out.

“-don’t ignore me! Stupid slut, whoring yourself out to a killer just to avoid being his dinner? He’ll kill and eat you too after he stuffs you full!” You just roll your eyes at his words and try to focus again on your task. Your ears flick and perk with interest at the sound of deep growl emanating from deep in Helob’s chest.

The spider sitting before you is very clearly pissed at the comment that was just thrown your way. Food talking back is a normal occurrence and is often ignored, but much to your delight, Helob always makes sure to silence the fools that think insulting you would somehow improve their situation. And it seems this fool went too far. 

He hisses, chelicerae spreading wide to show his fangs, and places a delicate hand on your head gently pulling you away from the tasty cock you were so enjoying. A thin string of drool connects your lips to his swollen head, and despite your ragged breathing you let out a whine to show your disappointment at not being allowed to continue. “ Shoosh sweet one, shoosh . I must takes care of pathetic creature for his stupid words.” All three of his eyes are locked onto the tied up follower, who only now seems to realize his mistake.

“Wh-wait! I didn’t mean it-!” Helob is next to the sad whimpering sack of meat in an instant, his long legs able to reach the other side of your modest camp in less than 3 strides. He grabs the foolish creature by the throat and squeezes , stopping his pathetic whines. Tears and snot drip down his face as Helob brings him close, fangs still bared as he hisses. 

“Sweet one is mates to me. You was lucky to see such a beautiful sight before we feast. You losts that treat.” The spider digs his claws in even deeper into the follower’s throat, tearing fur and muscle as easy as ripping apart wet paper. The other followers tied up around camp are whimpering to themself, but those that have cocks are still hard and those with cunts are dripping liquid down their thighs. 

With a flick of his wrist Helob shakes the gore from his hand and returns to you, using a clean hand to pet your head and bring you close once more to his cock. You’re not sure you can keep up your game from earlier after such a display though, your own pussy is twitching and aching to be filled by him after such an effortless display of power. Blood is splattered across his cheek, and you lean up to lick it off, pressing a kiss to the area.

It shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, it’s so gruesome but…he cares so much for you, the pure devotion from his actions making your heart throb as much as your cunt already is. You press your thighs together as much as you can, shifting in place and wiggling your hips. Looking into his eyes pleadingly after kissing his cheek, as if he was a brave knight protecting you from danger. You’re certain he can smell your desperation, how badly you need him, especially this close.

You whine softly and fall back on your knees, gaz focused on his still hard cock once more. “Helob~ is dinner almost r-ready~? I really…mmh-” You bashfully look down and cover your burning face with a hand when you see him smile in response. Your cunt gives an interested clench at seeing those sharp, venom filled fangs glint in the fire light.

“Hmm, pretty pet can’t waits anymore?” “N-no, please Helob~ Please fuck me…I-I need it so bad-” you moan, nuzzling into the soft fluff surrounding his neck. 

“Well…meats can wait for awhile yes? Pretty one always comes first.”

‘In more ways than one-’ you want to snark, but Helob is moving you into his lap in one fluid motion as a pair of his extra arms reach towards the still simmering food, setting it aside for later.

Your chest presses against his soft fluff with his cock trapped between your tummy and his. It feels hot and hard, pressing against your slick mound. You grind against him, sucking air through your teeth as the friction against your pussy sends sparks up your spine.

“Aww…pretty pet really dids get all worked up, hmm?” All his hands grab at your softness, some trailing down your back to rub your hips, others groping at your chest and neck to tease the sensitive spots there.

“Y-yes…I just…I need it…need you-”

“Yes my mate, I knows~ I gives to you, gives you what you need~” He lifts you carefully up and moves you over his cock, so the thick head lines up perfectly with your dripping hole, and you start to slowly sink down onto him. Your drool from cockwarming him mixes with your wet pussy and makes the slip inside you much easier. Though you can still feel the delicious stretch of him pressing against your gummy walls.

It has your back arching backwards as a low, long moan of pleasure leaves you. The act of taking him is always so slow , your body having to stretch every time to accept him, and taking forever to do so. You feel every inch of him press inwards, every inch making your cunt clench and relax at the insistent pressure you feel.

“L-loby, baby~ Fuuuucckk~! ” You purr, eyes closing in bliss. You hear a strangled moan from a female follower tied up somewhere behind you. Your entire ass and pussy are on display for them, Helob’s blood soaked claws pulling your ass cheeks apart so they can have a perfect view of him slipping inside you. You can’t help feeling a deep smug satisfaction - this is your mate, this cock belongs to you and only for you to suck and tease and sit on. Only you get to feel the pleasure of being pumped full of cum till your belly bulges outwards as Helob growls praise into your ear for taking him so well.

Helob couldn’t agree more with you. No other followers tastes as sweet as you, can make him laugh the way you do, looked at him with such adoration and love. He couldn’t replace you even if he tried, not in a thousand years. His other captures watching hardly bothered him, since they would just learn how much you two completed and complemented each other.

“Mmm, good kitty~ So good for me~” He churrs and starts to nibble the tender area of your neck as you sink down on him. You lean your head to the side to allow him better access with a moan. Small scars from previous bites litter the area, marks showing that you are his and his alone.

When you settle down in his lap, cunt fluttering and squeezing his delicious cock, Helob finally sinks his fangs into you. You feel the familiar warmth of his venom enter your bloodstream, causing you to moan and go limp in moments. You’re nice and pliant now, your pussy clenching down hard as the venom hits you full force. You can’t see the followers tied up behind you, but you know they’re grinding against their bindings, watching you act like a whore for their soon to be killer.

Relief floods your system as you finally, finally , get to move. You rock your hips up and down in a slow rhythm to start, trying your best to relax around the thick cock spreading you open and not cum immediately. The venom flooding your veins has other ideas however, as a simple rock of your hips has Helob’s dick hitting your g-spot, and that stimulation is enough to make your body wind up tight, your first orgasm of the night trembling through you.

Helob purrs at the reaction, one of his claws dipping into the line of your ass and down towards your twitching pussy. His claws dance along the seam where you’re spread wide around him, collecting the thick cream your orgasm squeezes out. Without shame he brings his hand back up and licks everything off like it's a delectable treat.

He loves your flavor so much, but the combined flavor of himself inside you? It’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. 

He lifts his hips in time with your bouncing, watching your face for every reaction. Your mouth is open in an adorable ‘o’ as you ride him, his beautiful mate…His hands wander your body, grabbing your soft flesh between his hands and trailing over the various marks he’s left behind on you. He can feel himself drooling at the sight you make on his lap.

“Loby~” You reach out to hold one of his hands to your face, turning to nuzzle and kiss his palm. He hooks a claw in between your lips and you dutifully wrap them around the digit, prompting a purr from him. Even with him buried to the base inside your welcoming slit you still want more of him inside you. More to taste, more to fill you full and round~

It’s an intoxicating feeling, having you like this in his arms and knowing you just want more. A pair of his free hands grab at your waist to help you bounce faster, his claws gagging your mouth as you’re moved up and down like you weigh nothing. The wet ‘ plap-plap ’ of your hips slapping together echoes around the camp and you can’t get enough of it. You feel ruined, debauched, starved without his touch, and you fucking love it.

The venom is still pumping through your bloodstream, and you’re cumming again, a gush of cream leaking from your abused hole and drenching both your laps as Helob keeps you moving. He hisses at the sudden pressure of your cunt clamping down hard in orgasm, but he rides it through, staving off his own urge to cum until you’re drunk and delirious from the feeling of his cock.

It’s not long until you practically are, you feel addicted to him. His thrusts send jolts through your sensitive body as your eyes glaze over from the sheer volume of pleasure you felt. Sucking on his fingers while he lifts you up and down, moaning against them like the whore you are. Helob feels himself getting close, the urge to fill you up repeating like a mantra in his mind. His arms wrap around your waist and hips as he holds you flush to him, flipping the two of you over, pressing you back into the webbing of his seat. You’re splayed under him, and he bends your legs up and over his shoulders and plows into you hard . His only focus is driving his cock into you as deep as he can, kissing your womb with the head of his dick with the intent to pump you full of his cum. All the two of you can hear are each other’s moans. The world falls away and it’s just the two of you…

With a low groan of ecstasy Helob cums, pressing as deep inside as he can. His moan morphs into a loud hiss as you cum around him a third time, your cunt milking his oversensitive cock for everything it can. He doesn’t pull away, he needs to be sure it sticks this time-that his cum floods your womb up and that in the following days eggs will form…That they’ll eventually hatch into perfect little mixtures of you both…

He pulls you into a deep kiss, your cries of ecstasy muffled as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your own claws dig into the fluff of his back and pull, holding him as close as you can physically get as your worlds shatter together.

Even through your kiss Helob’s hips never stop rocking into your abused cunt, making sure not a single drop of his precious seed is wasted. He’d normally be happy to lick the mess in between your thighs up later, but for now it needed to stay inside…for your eggs…so many eggs…

Your legs are still shaking from your passionate exchange, still covered in splatters of blood from your lover defending your honor, but you don’t care. With a soft groan of contentment Helob pulls himself out of your welcoming heat, taking a moment to admire the mess he made of you. His eyes are blown wide with love and adoration at the sight of you, of your puffed up cunt slick with cum, at your pretty face smiling up at him.

Without thinking he started gathering your limp form and wrapped you up in his webbing, nice and cozy so you wouldn’t need to move for a long while. It was loose enough that you could roll around and get comfy in his arms, but tight enough so you felt secure and couldn’t get out. You each whispered ‘I love you’s’ and sweet words as you settled down from your night of fun, later sharing kisses in between bites of ‘steak’ dinner.

[tacticalprincess]

imagining blue collar könig nd im going a bit feral rn 🧑‍🦯 ijk that man will get you pregnant any chance he can get

tw heavy breeding kink, lactation kink, pregnant sex.

blue collar!könig who gets off on being the cause of your wide hips and full, heavy breasts. goes insane seeing you walk around the house barefoot and swollen with his offspring, your soft, plump body a telltale sign of how well taken care of you are by your husband. a sick, possessive side of him loves knowing that when you're out in public, it's apparent that you're taken and claimed by him in every way, that his children are growing inside you.

pregnancy has granted you an ethereal glow that makes it impossible to say no to you, his cock chubbing up at the sight of you so domesticated for him. it doesn't help that your pregnancy hormones have you sopping wet and ready for it all hours of the day, keen on spreading your legs for him as soon as be gets home from work, begging for him to stuff you and make your cramps go away. and who is he to deny the mother of his children in her time of need? it's his duty as his husband to take care of you.

he fucks you as much as he can, the positions getting more and more accommodating as your stomach grows, but no less filthy and desperate on both ends. he helps relieve the pain in your tender breasts by sucking at your sensitive, leaky nipples while his cock pistons inside you, pumping your full womb while he laps at your sweet milk.

he falls in love with your wailing, chubby baby the minute you give birth, and it gets harder to adhere to the doctors orders of abstinence the more he sees how well you take to motherhood. he settles for eating you out after he's put the baby to sleep, helping you relax in the best way after a long night of staying up and tending to them. if you're up for it, he'll have you push your soft tits together so he can rut his hard dick into them, his thick cum mixing with your pearly milk.

however, the moment you come home from your follow up appointment after being given the okay, he's bending you over the nearest surface, intent on knocking you up again. promises to dote and take care of you all over again, as long as you give him another baby (or two or three.) doesn't let you off his cock until he's sure it'll take, only satisfied when your womb is bloated with his seed and your pregnancy tests come back positive. <3

[gummysharksafterdark]

Big mean alien monarch using me as his incubator for his heirs to the throne,,, he fills my little belly with eggs and his thick seed to make them grow. My soft, warm human body is a perfect place for his clutch 😩

[sethmacfarlanedeathpose]

Big old pregnant Dilf undressing after a long day of lugging a massive preggo belly around.

[konigsblog]

How about Soap with a lactation kink?

something soap would definitely have: a lactation kink... 🍼

cw: afab!gn!reader, pregnancy, lactation, perv!soap. mdni 18+ only. 🔞

johnny can't help himself at the sight; your hardened nipples weeping with the white, thin liquid, rolling down your soft breasts as you moan and gasp every now and then...

you feel johnny's lips around your puffy, swollen nipples, beginning to get sore as he bites them, moaning around your aching nubs, his eyelids heavy with lust and delirium. his boner grows and leaks against his muscular abdomen, pearly beads of his warm around smearing across his lower abdomen, his breathing getting heavier as he rolls his tongue over the nub once again.

of course, he can't be too greedy — your baby needs some too, yet johnny is still envious, bitter and almost possessive of your milk, the taste being something unforgettable.

he'll twist and pull at your nipples during sex, his wet and pulsating, veiny boner rubbing against your cervix over and over again whilst you tangle your fingers in his messy mohawk, tears rolling down your pathetic face at the mixture of agony and pleasure rushing through you and pooling at your cunt. :(

[ovenbakedoven]

Egg is getting pretty big there, Gale

[gladiatorcunt]

summary: leto atreides x afab concubine!reader

cw: daddy kink, pregnancy, power imbalance, dark fic coded, implication that the other concubines “disappeared”, overstimulation, body worship, i would do anything to be in reader’s position here i’m being so real, not included but got reader pregnant in the full nelson position, the smut is in a flashback, mention of the reader having hip dips, mention of leto with others but he realizes you’re the one after lmao, probably dune world/lore inaccuracies, reader’s a member of the duke’s breeding program, mention of choking, intended age gap but you can read it as otherwise

wc: 1k+

block & move on if uncomfortable !!!

do not repost, translate, or give ai my work

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“It’s to wake up, my love.”

Your eyes flutter open to see Duke Leto Atreides standing over your bed, one of his hands brushing back some of your hair away from your face. He smiles warmly when you tiredly meet his gaze, and holds out an open palm. You take it and let him help you sit up, though that’s as far as he’s willing to let you go. Leto hovers his hands over your baby bump, borderline paranoid about you doing anything that could jeopardize the health of the baby.

“I thought my appointment with the doctor wasn’t until next week, my lord…” You yawn, resting your hands on your belly as you fight off sleep. Being heavily pregnant was no easy task, and most days it feels like you have as much energy as a corpse.

“It is, I simply wanted to see you.” Leto answers, petting your hair and curling one arm around your lower back to support it. “When we’re alone, get rid of the ‘my lord’, what we have is more than the results of an obligation.”

You sigh, leaning into his touch as you consider his words. Months ago, you were just another member of the Duke’s harem. One of many meant to produce heirs until your body shriveled up. Your family was noteworthy but not noble enough to stay afloat, you heard that the Duke was looking for breeders and you left without looking back. Though you will admit that Leto Atreides is not the worst man you could’ve taken inside you. He was gentle and the way he kissed you suggested that he felt more than just gratitude.

You pretended to not mind the sounds and stories you heard from the other concubines in the beginning. You knew perfectly well what you were signing up for, the feelings came from nowhere, you swear.

Leto’s mannerisms during sex were impossibly adoring and intimate, and he would tell you were special every time in the midst of the afterglow. You stopped hearing heart dropping noises and nauseating stories, and the day after you found out you were pregnant you heard nothing at all. The Duke took longer than usual to meet with you that night.

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“I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” Leto calls out, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you get ready for bed.

You finish tying the strings of your nightgown and turn around to face him. There are strange little flecks of red in the wrinkles on his face, but they could be a trick of the light so you brush the curiosity off.

“I am always waiting for you, my lord.” You repeat the same thing you say everyday, noting the way the corners of his smile flatten in displeasure.

He cups your face and walks the both of you backwards towards the bed, shooting his hands out to keep himself from crushing you when you inevitably fall on it.

Time passes by in a blur, every moment filled with cries of “Daddy” and overzealous movement from him that punches the breath of your lungs. He’s not incredibly rough, just passionate enough to have tears dot your lashes and his thumb buried in your mouth. Every kiss is a hot swirling mess of saliva and tongues colliding that gets you so wet, you really believe it could kill you.

“Mm, your tongue feels amazing, clumsily chasing after mine.” Leto grunts at some point, rutting and slamming his balls against your ass with no rhyme or reason. “The tightest cunt i’ve ever had, fuck-“

You hum around his thumb, suckling on it like he’s your god and his thick fingers in your mouth are your only reason to live. He grinds his teeth together when you make eye contact, and you struggle to keep it up as you hollow out your cheeks around his coarse digits.

“Wanna make you proud, Daddy, gonna be so good for you.” The words are muffled past the point of comprehension, but your eyes allow him to get the gist.

If you were not already pregnant, the flood of fresh cum in your pussy would’ve done the trick. You clench around your lord’s fat cock and let yourself break, squirting all over yourself.

When you come to, Leto’s busying himself with latching onto your tits like a leech and bullying your battered pussy.

“These are already so sensitive, aren’t they? And to think that I made them that way…” Leto trails off, licking a broad stripe over your nipple and pinching your clit.

You jolt and throw your head back, “Yes, Daddy, you did.”

He groans at the frequently used name, pinching your clit harder and digging his fingers in deeper. You’ve had more orgasms than you ever thought possible in the last hour alone, but your lord was insatiable like this. His head is too high in the clouds with visions of his future family to calm down.

Your legs shake but he takes his hand away from your clit and smooths his palm over your thigh to steady you.

“It’s alright, you know i won’t be too rough honey, you can take it. You’ve already taken my seed beautifully, growing my son in your womb.”

You know there’s no chance of stopping until Leto’s sure that he’s kissed and lavished every inch of your delectable body in Daddy’s attention. He gives each of your buds a ‘Goodbye for now’ kiss and wipes down the dips in your hips with his tongue, soothing the love bites and caressing the necklace of bruises around your neck he left when he lost control.

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The bed sinks with Leto’s added weight, and your cheeks warm as you come back to the present. You look down at your joined hands to see a box clenched tightly in his free one. Like he’s scared of dropping it. You gaze up at him questioningly and he smiles once again before softly kissing the skin between your eyes.

Next thing you know, Duke Leto Atreides is kneeling before you and opening the box to reveal a large ring. It’s magnificently crafted and all the details align with your taste perfectly.

“Will you marry me?”

[gojoest]

Satoru being utterly obsessed with boobs since he has mommy issues??? 🤭

He finds them so comforting and maternal, soothing the negligence and being unloved as a child, only viewed and spoiled for his powers/strength..

Thus he finds them so loving and comforting, wanting to smother himself in them/suckle them all the time…

Maybe even help in getting milk outta them iykwim 🫣

(lowkey embarrassed sending this without anon 😭 but love your input sm ai <333)

you are onto something!!!

this has been a hc of mine since forever and i’ve talked about it, that satoru was neglected growing up. but like, in a way where he was pampered and taken care of plenty — whatever he wishes is immediately dealt with, he’s spoiled with the good stuff only etc etc so the attention and the “care” he gets is all very superficial.

he was never genuinely loved by anyone, including his parents and especially his mother. like, if someone were to see him dozed off someplace they’d immediately rush to put a blanket over him but NOT bc oh, he might catch a cold, but rather how can you leave The Gojo Satoru unattended like this, do you know who he is? idk if that makes sense to you but it does to me, like more or so he was viewed as this great asset for the clan that everyone felt obligated to look after and not as a dear son they were to nurse with care, and love, and warmth.

so yea i completely agree :/ that he was never given that deep, unconditional mother love, but the need, the craving, for it resurfaces at some point. maybe this is exactly why something switches in his brain each time the clothes peel off your skin, leaving your breasts exposed and naked. and he gets that very intense urge to just latch his lips on your nipples, and he does. bc he associates them with the nurturing that comes along with the maternal love he was deprived of. this hits even harder if you are the one to take off your bra yourself before the intimate act. like in his eyes, for a moment, you look like a mother that is getting ready to feed their child. and his mouth just instinctively wraps around your nipple — it’s pure reflex tbf and i don’t think he realizes it. he’s just hungry, he’s been deprived of that love, and he is going to take it from you. and he’s sucking with desperation, trying to really get something out of your nipple, while kneading on your other breast, playing with the nipple on it, squeezing it between his fingers to try and get it all hard and ready before switching….

this is why he is absolutely obsessed with your breasts when you’re expecting. bc at some point you start lactating…..and he’s about to get the whole experience…i will lose my mind bye. the way he seeks in you the love and warmth his mother never gave him......that all-acceepting and unconditional love and devotion, this is why he worships you actually...it is bc you give that to him..kdjkfgjsd.....

and omg please no need to be embarrassed !!! 🥺i am glad you enjoy my silly rambles regarding this precious man, he is sooo important to me 🥺

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hi!! Hope everything is going well!

Could I Please ask for some bottom buggy (mayhaps with some watersports since I saw you had a interest) or some ftm crocodile being fucked into submission!

Have a nice day.

Ftm Sir Crocodile x male reader

Ficlet

I love Sir Crocodile so much 🗣️ 🗣️

Reader is part of Buggy’s crew, cuz I thought that would be hilarious. Reader doesn’t have a devil fruit, but is still super kickass. Hes kind of the information gatherer, smuggler, etc, for the Buggy crew. Reader is also normal human height.

Mixed terminology for Crocs bits. Also, breeding/pregnancy? kink warning ig. but its just mentioned for the fantasy.

The Cross Guild appeared great for any outsider or lesser in the know members, which was most of them. They all saw your captain as someone great and almost godly, thinking he was so much more than he was, but you had been with him for many years, even before the Buggy pirates had even been created. Shortly after the execution of Rogers, Buggy had stumbled into your path and had accidentally saved your life, and from then on you had been by his side.

Most people thought of you as something akin to an accountant or treasurer, wearing an outfit that looked very much like that of a ringmaster, long red tailcoat and top hat and all. You were always one of the first to run away, giving you a reputation of a coward who couldn’t fight.

The only one who truly knew how much of a threat you could be, would be your captain and his inner circle, which you were also part of. You might not have been the strongest physically compared to someone like Mihawk, but no one could gather information like you could, smuggle like you could, or have someone “disappear” like you could. Your network was so extensive that even the one they called Joker, who you knew was none other than Donquixote Doflamingo, was jealous.

That was why you knew everything about Sir Crocodile and Mihawk before the day was over when the Cross Guild was formed. You cowered off to the side, keeping up your weak act as you flinched at their raised voices or the light reflecting off Crocodiles golden claw.

They believed you a weak fool who’s only worth was your quick mind and ability to calculate numbers quicker than most computers, which resulted in them mostly dismissing you. It was a role you basked in and felt comfortable, using it to keep your true identity under wraps. That was until they pushed your captain too far, as Crocodile especially seemed to take great pleasure in antagonizing and hurting your captain.

You were protective, most pirates were, if they felt any sense of loyalty to their captain. It was because of that, that you dug up a trusted contact, a celestial dragon with greater access to seastone than anyone else you knew. Using measurements from the moment’s clothes had to be made, a pair of cuffs in just the perfect size soon arrived to you with the post.

It was easy to press Crocodiles buttons, to get him worked up by acting stupid and pathetic, just the way you knew made his blood boil. It was even easier to enrage him so far that he chased after you, so blinded by his anger that he didn’t even notice how you kept avoiding his sand, or how you were leading him further and further away from the rest of the guild.

When he finally caught up, Crocodile caged you against the wall, hook digging into the drywall as he almost snarled down at you, cigar crunched between his teeth as his purple eyes blazed. But mild confusion crossed his face as your fearful expression dropped, his body straightening as your eyes met his head on. Before Crocodile could order an explanation, a feeling of weakness crashed through his body, making his knees buckle enough that you had to catch him, supporting his towering weight and bulk.

His vision swam as you started dragging him along, his feet dragging along the floor because of his height compared to your own. Crocodile felt dizzy and mildly nauseous, his eyes finally catching the heavy bands around his wrist, the one he still had left. “ssseastone?” he slurred out, voice lighter than the growl you were used too, cigar long forgotten somewhere along the journey.

In the beginning, you had planned on torturing him, the blades strapped to your person burning at the thought, but as you threw him down almost carelessly on a barely clad bed, a different through passed through your mind.

A slight thrill ran down your spine as his purple eyes burnt into you, his usual anger still present, but mixed with something else, something deeper and hungrier. Soft pants left Crocodiles lips, sounding faintly struggled as the seastone drained the power from his body, leaving him limp and pliant.

You could see the heat rising to Crocodiles cheekbones as you started stripping off your usual getup, tailcoat slid off your shoulders and neatly folded, top hat placed down with care. “What the hell are you doing…” Crocodile rasped from the bed, his pupils blown as an unfamiliar need unfolded inside him, the familiar thrum of pleasure running through body.

Maybe it was his weakened state, but he swore his cunt was pulsing with need, especially as you unbuttoned the stark white shirt you always wore, revealing a tightly muscled and heavily scarred body underneath, leather straps adorned with vials and weapons stretched across your torso.

Crocodile tried to shuffle his legs, maybe to squeeze his thighs together, or to spread them further apart, he wasn’t sure, but all he could do was a minimal twitch and jolt. “I planned on cutting you up, making you beg for mercy. But from the looks of it… you wouldn’t mind some other kind of discipline” you murmur, almost stalking towards him where Crocodile was splayed out on top of the white sheets.

You could see all his muscles tense as you let your hands climb up his legs, up his thighs and stomach, traveling all the way up his arms towards his hook. A choked off noise leaves Crocodile as you remove his hook with ease, like you had done it a thousand times before, placing it off to the side with care.

“Behave yourself” you tell him, squeezing the sides of his jaw to make his lips part. Crocodile tried to growl or snap a threat, to snap his teeth at you or somehow fight back, but his body was mostly unresponsive, his tongue feeling thick and useless in his mouth.

A shiver of anticipation ran through Crocodile as you moved again, settling between his thick spread thighs. Your eyes met as you reach for his belt, your brow lifting as if asking if he wanted you to stop. You may be a pirate, but you had class and manners, at least when it came to stuff like this.

But when all Crocodile responded with was a sour expression and glare, you make easy work of his belt and slacks, tugging them down his hips and legs, throwing them off to the side with little care. Your disregard for his clothes made Crocodile grumble, but the noise was quickly silenced as you pressed your entire hand against his slick underwear, fingers teasing his hard t-cock and soaked folds.

“Tsk tsk, look at you, bet you just need someone to put you in your place, is that it?” you mumble in an almost mocking tone, looking up at him with an almost feral hunger in your eyes. Crocodile chokes on the words that want to form in his throat, some kind of rebuttal perhaps, that he would never want someone as low as you to do anything to him, but as you pinch his cock between your fingers, it morphs into a shaky moan.

Crocodile’s boxers as easily pulled off, thrown to the floor with a damp plap, making his face redden further as you only find amusement in the obvious sign of his arousal. Kicking off your pants and boxers, you crawl up the bed and sit between his thick thighs, pushing them further apart to expose where he only grows slicker, hole clenching around nothing as if begging you to fill it.

“What would they say, seeing the great Sir Crocodile, spread out like this, ready to take the cock of a feeble weak treasurer” you taunt, pressing your hips closer to his, so that you could drag the tip of your cock up and down through his folds. The act has Crocodile arching as good as he can with the cuff on, his eyes squeezing shut as he clenches his jaw, a breathy noise leaving him, folds only growing slicker around you.

Maybe it was your size difference, with you being average human size, compared to Crocodiles almost 9 feet, or maybe it was his gut deep arousal, but his hole didn’t need much prep for you to be able to fit inside.

That didn’t mean you were just gonna give it to him, since this was supposed to be a lesson. A stuttery moan spills almost silently from Crocodiles lips as your fingers rub through his folds, barely pressing against where he wants you the most. He had never imagined himself in a situation like this, splayed out and dripping for you, someone he had always just seen as a nuisance, but here he was.

“Come on Crocodile… ask nicely” your tone is almost cruel as you push only two fingers inside him, barely felt because of his size, but just enough to rub against his wet gummy insides and leave him aching for more. Crocodiles jaw clenches, barring his teeth as his head weakly rolls to the side, as if to hide his face into the sheets.

“Or… I could just leave you here, thighs spread open, cunt glistening with want. Im sure someone will pass by, and who wouldn’t want a chance to fill this” as if to exaggerate your point, you push two more fingers into his slick hole, burying them as deep as possible into Crocodiles wet insides, punching a gasp out of him.

Crocodile seems to debate it, if he wants to put his pride aside for someone like you, but his thoughtprocess is knocked off course as you pinch his cock with your free hand, twisting it cruelly. Had he not been wearing the seastone cuff, his thighs would have clamped shut and a shout would have left him, but now all his body could do was tense up as a wet keen tumbled out of him.

“P…please” Crocodile finally mumbles, voice small and almost shy, but it can barely be heard over the wet slick sounds of your fingers thrusting in and out of him, his wetness running down your palm and wrist in the process.

“Hm?” you hum, the questioning tone in it clear, as if you didn’t hear him at all, giving his cock another twist just because you could. “fuck me… please…” is gasped out, Crocodiles insides clenching around your slick fingers as they rub and prod around inside him.

Your fingers movements slow to a stop, silence filling the room long enough for Crocodile to peek an eye open and look down at you. Your eyes are intense as they bore into his, the predatory flare in them making Crocodiles insides quiver. “Normally id demand better than that, but I’m starting to pity you” you scoff out, withdrawing your fingers from his hold with a slick noise.

Instead of wiping them off on the sheets, you use the large amount of slick that had gathered in your palm to slick up your shaft, releasing a huffed exhale as Crocodiles eyes widen at the sight. “I’ve thought about making you ride me, so you’ll have to make yourself take it, but we can’t do that right now, can we” you eye the cuff around his one wrist, making Crocodile growl and spit out a weak warbled “fuck you”

His insult carries no heat, clearly only for show, his glare quickly wiped off his face as you finally push inside him. Crocodile needs little time to adjust, resulting in you almost immediately setting a bruising rough pace, drawing in and out of him with loud wet slick noises, his hole gripping onto you as he gasps and moans.

Reaching down, you push his shirt up just enough to splay a hand across his lower stomach, a foxlike grin spreading across your lips as you watch his hips weakly roll into your own. “If you weren’t such an asshole, I could fuck you whenever. Imagine that Crocodile, walking around, cunt leaking my cum, as you try to play tough.” You chuckle darkly, tone thick and hungry in the way only a predatory animal could possess.

As your cock rams into that sensitive spot inside him, Crocodile is finally starting to realize you are truly more than you seem, his cunt drooling a wet puddle under him on the sheets as you take him with a new hunger, a glint appearing in your eyes as your hand presses down harder on his stomach.

“I could knock you up you know, right here.” Is hissed out as you bottom out inside Crocodile, the words making him tighten up and shiver in want. “No one would find you so scary then, would they Crocodile. Waddling around, fat with my kid” you purr, letting both your hands splay across his stomach. It was all fantasy, but by God did it make Crocodile wet and wanting. Something about the fantasy of you, some lesser subordinate knocking him, Sir Crocodile, up, had him seeing double.

The seastone didn’t help with his woozy state, all attempts at forming words only becoming half formed and slurred, Crocodiles eyes going wet and glassy as that familiar feeling spread through his body. “in… inside me…” Crocodile slurs as you curse to yourself, clearly close to the finish line as well. Had it not been for the cuffs, he would have thrown his legs around you, squeezing you against his body to keep you inside him, but all he could do now was beg.

Crocodiles pride crumbled as your fingers squeezed his cock one last time, a pure orgasmic expression crossing his face as he gasped and moaned, his entire body twitching weakly as he came, wetting your cock and the sheets even further as the feeling thrummed through his entire body.

With a deep groan you bottom out inside Crocodile for a last time, letting your eyes squeeze shut as you spill inside him, coating his insides in a thick coat of white. Crocodile whimpers weakly at the feeling, trying to squeeze around you as if to milk your length for more.

He slumps against the sheets further than he already is, eyes falling shut in a relaxed exhausted expression. Crocodile barely notices as you pull out, white leaking out from between his folds to join his own mess on the sheets. He barely even notices you cleaning him up, only twitching and gasping softly when you clean up between his legs.

Its only when the seastone cuff leaves his wrist that Crocodile returns to himself somewhat, as the familiar feeling of his devilfruit washes through his body again. Squinting his eyes open, he catches sight of you getting dressed again, tucking on your shirt, then your coat, and lastly placing your hat on top of your head.

Even with his devilfruit returned to him, Crocodile still feels weak and exhausted, but the good type of exhausted one only gets after a good fuck. Part of him wants to ask you to stay, to hold him and pet his hair, to maybe mumble more dirty fantasies about knocking him up, and how you’d make him live as your pretty little housewife. But instead, Crocodile just grunts to get your attention, his attempt to demand to know where you are going.

“I have to get back to the others, since ill be taking over your duties for the rest of the day and tomorrow” you say, voice resolute and not allowing any denial or struggle. And normally Crocodile would have growled and rejected anyone taking over his duties, but for some reason, the idea of you taking care of him made him relax deeper into the bed, muscles lax and thoughts empty and calm for once.

Approaching him, you press a soft kiss to his forehead before telling him “this room is hidden away from everyone else, so take all the time you need. Ill check up on you later” as you pat his cheek. After telling him where the bathroom is, where he could find towels and replacement sheets and blankets, you were on your way, leaving Crocodile on his lonesome.

It took a while, but he finally pushed himself into a seated position before getting to his feet. The feeling of your cum trickling down the insides of his thighs as the familiar heat of arousal burning inside him once more, making Crocodile shuffle towards the bathroom you had pointed him towards. Even though you had just left, he could still get himself off a few more times from just the memory alone.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be disciplined by you, he wondered how you’d react if he caused issues with your smuggling routes. The idea sent a line of heat up his spine as he stepped into the shower, hand quickly traveling between his thighs, fingers burying themselves into his still sensitive hole, fantasies of hungry glare and cruel fingers filling his mind.

[p1nkprincess444]

⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆ ᴡᴀs ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ? - ʜᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ ʟᴇᴄᴛᴇʀ ⋆⁺₊⋆☁︎⋆₊ ⊹

pregnant female!reader x hannibal lecter

word count: 1,554

contents: angst, mentions of dissection and blood, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of alcohol, gaslighting

You thought nothing could get worse during your pregnancy. Your morning sickness was torture in the beginning, and then followed by your insatiable hunger, but now it was smells. You had never noticed this sickening stench before this moment but now it had taken over your whole house. You sat up in your bed looking over at the empty space where your husband was sleeping earlier that night. You slowly swung your legs over the side of the bed, your bare feet pressing down onto the cold hard wood as you stood. You slowly walked out of your bedroom and down the staircase, you followed the horrible stench that was keeping you up. You followed the smell through the entryway then through the dining room and kitchen. You began to open the wine cellar door when a hand slammed against the wood keeping the door shut. You looked up meeting your husband's cold gaze. 

“ There is nothing you need to see down there love. ” Hannibal gently pulled you from the door, his hands resting on your hips as he guided you back up the staircase. “ What are you doing up my love, you should be resting. No sleep isn’t good for the baby. ”

“ It’s that smell Hannibal- it’s horrendous. ”

Hannibal only nodded in response as he lifted your legs back onto the bed before tucking you in. 

“ I’ll take care of it, as long as you get some rest. ”

You nodded before Hannibal pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and departed from the bedroom. You tried desperately to fall back asleep but the smell was nauseating. You crept back out of the bedroom and down the stairs before you found yourself right back at the cellar door, only this time there was a soft light peeking out from under the door. You slowly turned the knob expecting to be greeted by your husband shutting the door on you once more, but that didn’t happen. You slowly walked down the small wooden staircase being met with only the drinks that resided within the cellar. You tip-toed around the cellar confused as you tried the source of the smell, you were just about to leave when you knocked over a small vase of wine that was set out to breathe. You managed to catch the glass before it hit the floor, setting it back in its rightful place on top of the counter. You picked up a towel to clean up the spill until you noticed the wine wasn’t a still puddle, it was slowly moving before disappearing into a small crack in the floor. Confusion struck you as you attempted to open the latch, you slowly opened it and the smell hit you like a bus. You wondered why Hannibal had never told you that there was a basement. Several questions ran through your mind as you walked down the steps. The stench was insufferable as you reached the bottom of the steps. The sight you were greeted with was horrifying, it sent chills running up your spine as your eyes landed on your husband holding a knife while standing over a corpse. 

“ Hannibal..? ” My voice was shaking revealing my underlying emotions that were bubbling to the surface. 

His eyes slowly met yours in the mirror that covered the entirety of the basement wall. His hands were covered in blood as he set down the knife before turning to face you. A scream of pure horror left your lips as your eyes locked on the sight of the man's organs strewn about the table. 

Hannibal’s pace was slow and unthreatening as he approached you while wiping his bloodied hands on his apron. “ My love, I will not hurt you, but I need you to stay calm. Stress isn’t good for the baby. ”

Your breathing was becoming laboured as you stared up at Hannibal with panic filled eyes. You backed away from him as tears clouded your vision before you fainted. Hannibal’s reaction was quick as he lunged forward catching you before you could hit the cement steps that led up back to the wine cellar. 

You woke up in the comforts of your bed gasping for air as you sat up abruptly. Hannibal immediately sat up to comfort you, pulling you close to him as he stroked your hair while he murmured comforting words against your head. Once you had settled down you realized the stench that had been haunting you before was now completely gone. Your husband was now in his pajamas and you began to convince yourself it was all just a dream. 

You both were now in the kitchen where Hannibal began preparing you breakfast.

“ But- it was so real! I saw the man and- and he was dead, ” I was growing frustrated as Hannibal told me it was only a dream. 

“ Love, nightmares can be vivid like that, however I assure you there is no basement to this house. The stress you are putting on yourself over such a futile matter is not worth it. ” His words were stern as he looked into your eyes. 

“ But what about the smell- ”

Hannibal quickly cuts you off by setting a plate full of scrambled eggs, “bacon” and jellied toast in front of you. “ Please my love, it was only a nightmare, don't let it weigh so heavy on your mind. "

He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple before making coffee for himself. You ate your breakfast in silence as Hannibal stood across from where you sat, sipping his black coffee while you ate your breakfast. 

You saw him off to work before straightening out his patterned tie. Hannibal’s arms rested possessively on your hips before he pulled you close for a kiss, your stomach separating you from being too close.

 Hannibal’s hands moved to gently cup your face as his forehead rested against yours,“ stay off your feet and leave the pesky cellar alone. ”

“ I promise. ” 

You desperately tried to keep your promise to Hannibal, busying yourself with any task you could come up with, but by the time noon rolled around you had already washed all the dishes, swept the floors, polished the windows, and washed all the laundry. You found yourself standing in front of the cellar door but as you went to open turn the knob you realized it was locked. You found yourself searching for the key but you couldn’t find it anywhere in the house. You took it as a sign you should leave it be, but something kept eating away at you. So now you found yourself back in front of the door with a bobby pin as you picked the lock. With a satisfying click the door as you turned the knob the door opened. On one hand you felt horrible for not trusting your husband and the future father of your child, but on the other you thought it wouldn’t matter if he had nothing to hide. You slowly crept down into the cellar looking around for a moment before you began looking for the hatch where it was in your “ dream ”. Without fail the hatch was in the same place and now you began to question if you were dreaming once more as you walked down those cold concrete steps. It was just how you had seen it in your dream but there was no man on the table, and as you went to approach it everything went black. 

You woke up on the couch in a daze, the back of your head throbbing in pain. You sat up gently rubbing the area as you tried to collect your thoughts, soon after you woke Hannibal came in with tea for you. 

“ When- When did you get home? ”

“ Only half an hour ago, when I came in you were nowhere to be seen. I soon realized with your curiosity you’d be exploring where you shouldn’t be, and when I found you were unconscious on the steps. ”

“ I- I must’ve fallen- ”

“ That is precisely why I thought it was best not to tell you about the basement, but obviously I misjudged. Did you find what you were looking for? ”

“ It- it just seemed so real in my dream.. I’m sorry darling. ”

He shook his head gently before placing a gentle kiss to your lips to your lips. However Hannibal knew what secrets laid within those four walls beneath you. He knew of your curiosity when he married you. He was sure you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself as you sent him off to work, so after you saw him off he knew he was living on borrowed time as he sat with patients. Cutting it close with his last session he headed home, quietly creeping in the door. When you didn’t greet him at the doorway he knew exactly where to find you. He slid off his shoes and set down his briefcase before slipping down the stairs with a wine bottle in hand. He lifted it above his head and quickly brought it down onto yours, Hannibal’s arm quickly reached out wrapping around you to catch you before you could fall. He carried you back up the stairs before closing off the room and laying you on the couch, and when you woke he knew exactly what part he had to play.

[sethmacfarlanedeathpose]

I think this account is due a pregnant Heisenberg (: teehee

Seems the Cadou is having strange effects on him.

[v-afterhours]

Incubator prototype: 001, or "Bunny" as it likes to be called, is a human-sized synthetic organism that was developed by scientists to help expand the human population into different space colonies. Bunny was designed to have a womb capable of growing a human fetus, along with milk vesicles to nurture and raise a newborn. Although, what scientists didn't expect is Bunny's tendency to breach containment frequently with her ability to squeeze through tight spaces. Her behavior is unpredictable, and potentially dangerous as she is capable of absorbing and breaking down prey quite easily. Luckily, she is currently quarantined on a research spacecraft, away from the general population, but her mischievous nature still makes it quite the handful to keep her under control.

Expanding my little sci-fi universe thing that I've got going on on this blog. Feel free to send on over some asks to learn more or share some of your own ideas! I'd love to hear! (Also i haven't forgotten abt y'all that are still in my inbox, I'm gettin' to ya don't worry.❤️)

[ovenbakedoven]

A tiny request made with a donation that I’m happy to draw 🫶

[sabohime]

♡ 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐬!

sabo x fem!reader

♡ . what happens when you take my favorite holiday and my favorite kink and put them together? this!

♡ . tw. breeding kink, pregnancy kink, tummy bulge, being tied up, gloved vaginal fingering, plenty of pet names ‘princess’, ‘doll’, ‘mama’ etc, slight orgasm denial, uh wow this really got away from me!

♡ . zoro. luffy. sanji.

Sabo had returned home in one of his moods.

After months away doing Revolutionary work, he hadn’t seen you, his darling girlfriend, in far too long. Meaning, the only release he’d had for almost a year was his fist. Which did not compare to your pussy. At all.

Now you were tied to the headboard, his leather belt rubbing your wrists red. Your blond god of a boyfriend had one gloved hand on your knee, keeping your legs spread perfectly wide for him.

His other hand, however, was busy pumping two thick fingers into your dripping cunt.

“You like that, doll? Bein’ stretched out like this?” His fingers curved, hitting that special spot inside of you. You were so close to that high. Tears rolled down your cheeks, his fingers working you up only to slow just as you nearly reach climax.

“Ah ah,” he tuts, removing his fingers and licking the drippings off of his glove. “Good girls cum on cocks, sweetheart.”

He positions himself above you, leaning down to kiss away your tears. He chases the droplets with his tongue, kissing down your neck and collarbones. Sabo licks at the numerous marks left on your pretty skin. He bites down hard, right above your nipple. You cry in pleasure, longing to grab his hair and pull. But Sabo doesn’t untie your hands.

He leans closer, tongue swirling around the hardened bud of your nipple. With his hand, still gloved, he pinches your other nipple and palms your breast.

“Look at these, darling,” Sabo says, his hot breath fanning against your nipple, which is wet with his spit. He cups your tits in his hands. “Imagine how they’d swell with milk when I knock you up.”

Your breath hitches. You feel slick gush from your pussy just from his words. He chuckles.

“You like that, Y/n? The idea of getting knocked up?”

Sabo’s face is barely a centimeter from yours. His heavy cock rests on your belly as he leans in. The blond captures you in a needy kiss, and the feeling is so euphoric you don’t notice that Sabo had undone the belt keeping your hands tied.

“Sabo!” you yell, throwing your arms around his neck to connect his lips with yours again. You grind your hips upward.

“So needy for me, princess. Want my cock that bad?”

“Bo, stop teasing!” you whine. Sabo grins.

“Don’t whine, mama. I think I know how to satiate you.”

In a swift motion, Sabo picks you up and flips you around so you’re on your hands and knees. His cock prods at your entrance, thick head parting your sweet lips. The rough leather of his gloves graze your nipples as he squeezes them harshly. One of his hands moves down to your stomach.

“Isn’t this nice? Soon there’ll be a hot, potent load right here. Right in my Y/n-chan’s womb.” He pushes the tip in. You moan at the intrusion.

“Do you think it’ll take right away?” he pushes another inch inside you. “Or will I have to keep breeding you and breeding you?” another inch.

“Your cunt is so greedy, princess,” he hisses. “Suckin’ me in so well. Damn, I think it’ll take right away.” He bullies the rest of his cock into you, his fat tip brushing against your cervix. But he doesn’t move. He presses kisses to your shoulder and rubs the bump in your tummy from his cock. Suddenly he removes himself until just his tip remains inside you.

“So, what do you think, Y/n?” he grunts in your ear. “That I’ll stuff you with twins?” he bottoms out inside you and you scream. You can practically feel his cock inside your womb. “Triplets, even?”

The visual almost brings you to orgasm: waiting patiently for your Revolutionary husband to return— in his absence you’d grown completely gravid with his kids, stomach round and swollen all because of a single night. How your tits weep with milk, how your hips and ass had grown even wider. How your pussy practically controls your day to day, needing to stop and beg your husband to fuck you.

With that fantasy, you close your eyes tight and scream Sabo’s name, your walls fluttering and clenching around him. He comes with you, shooting a load deep into your womb. Once you both catch your breaths, Sabo laughs.

“Sorry, princess. I got a little carried away.” He nuzzles your cheek, pressing a kiss to your jaw.

“S’okay,” you mumble, still blissed out. “Love you.”

“Love you too, Y/n,” he responds, kissing your head.

[softhumpslut]

This is probably my nichest kink but like imagine being pregnant. Imagine getting pregnant. Being bred full of cum day in and day out till it takes and then some just for good measure. Imagine being kept pregnant. You're all plump and round and soft and your tits are full of milk and you're so dumb now but it's socially acceptable coz 'pregnancy brain lol'. And you're so consistently, so insatiably horny. And sensitive. You can have a train run on your pussy, ass and mouth and that clit is still tingling.

Imagine in a fantasy world being cursed with perpetual pregnancy. You're so soft and sensitive and pliant and just easy pickings. Just being taken care of and fucked all day every day. Tits full of milk hanging low, sometimes milked like a cow in heat, sometimes in public as a show people pay to watch. Sometimes having those big soft milky tits tied up so you can't even leak and just get fuller and bigger till it hurts and you have to beg to be milked like a cow. Dumb as one too. Pussy constantly drip drip dripping. The perfect toy.

[lesinquietes]

Farmer!Enji is elated when you’re pregnant. He has you take three tests to be absolutely certain. They all return a positive result. You’re overjoyed to be a young mother. He convinces you that 20-something year-olds have the healthiest wombs, and if you wait much longer, you’ll be past your prime. Gullible and lovebombed, you nod obediently, wanting nothing more than to make him happy. You’ve always wanted a big family. You don’t have any aspirations, aside from being a mother. You’ll keep his home clean and proper, all while tending to as many children as he wants to give you. Once, when he was balls deep in your pussy, spurting a thick load of his cum, he growled a number: six. If all goes as planned, you’ll be done by the time you’re thirty and he’s in his sixties.

You tell your Pa about the pregnancy. He asks you who the father is, hopeful it’s the young man down the way. He’s had his eye on you a while, and his family owns several acres of land; your union would be a great asset for him. You name Enji. Now, your Pa is a god-fearing man. He doesn’t tell you to abort it, but he doesn’t not tell you to abort it. He asks you if the man forced himself on you that day he sent you over with cookies. You shake your head. He asks if he’s your boyfriend. You shake your head and supply that he’s your fiancé. Finally, he dares to ask you what happened to cause all this. You smile. Inwardly, you imagine Enji’s thick member, tip red and angry, swollen at the sight of you. You lick your lips as you fantasize about precum dripping down his veiny length. Outwardly, you tell your Pa that you want an older man to take care of you, and that Enji has enough money to pay a handsome dowry. That’s all he needs to hear. He grants you his approval on the condition that the dowry is paid upfront.

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