Do u think HL likes any petnames
as in petnames he likes to be called or ones he likes to use? either way, yes i do!
he has a tendency to use petnames in the show quite a lot. off the top of my head we have sweetheart, darling, babe, and we can't forget the deliciously derogatory 'my little guppy.' i've personally written him calling his s/o everything from buttercup to sweet cheeks lmao
he'd totally eat it up if an s/o used petnames for him. it's cute! it's endearing. it's what couples do. it's a sign of intimacy and familiarity. you know the kind of couples who think they're in trouble when the other uses their actual name? it would be like that with him.
gets to the point where if they call him anything other than 'babe' he's gonna think they're mad at him
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Hmmm imagine darling helping yan push out eggs but before theyre all out gets aroused again and fucks more into them
You hadn’t exactly jumped at the chance to stuff someone full of your eggs the first time.
It was a strenuous process, and moreover, an extremely intimate and vulnerable process for you and your species. But, of course, your yan and your hormones conspired against you, their body welcoming you in so deliciously, their eyes rolling back into their head with the press of each egg as they deliriously begged you to knock them up.
Knock them up you had.
For days after, they took every chance they got to mention how full and round they were, with your eggs. How they felt so warm and happy, knowing they would get to raise your children. Pulling your hand to feel the bump in their stomach, smiling at you with dewy eyes, pleading for you to cuddle with them and bring them food at all hours of the day and night…
Eventually, of course, they had to lay the eggs too— and they begged for your help, your touch, to get them through it. After all, these were your eggs, so wasn’t it kind of your fault and responsibility now?
( MDNI, No Age In Bio DNI )
CW: oviposition, eggpreg, laying eggs, some sadism/masochism, breeding
You grit your teeth as your yan squirms in your hold, fighting down your own lust. You know it’s not right, they have to lay the eggs, they can’t hold them inside forever— but something in you wishes they could, insists that they can. The exhausted slump of your yan’s body and the sweat slicking their feverish skin, don’t help. the wet sounds each egg makes as they push it out, accompanied by their own piteous, pained whines, help even less.
You can’t help it when your ovipositor peeks out in interest the more they writhe and cling to you. You can’t help wanting to change positions, watching their puffy hole stretch and strain around your egg, muscles fighting to force it out— and you certainly can’t help it when your curiosity leads you to push it back in, just to see what happens— and your yan’s eyes roll back into their head, body spasming as they cum all over themselves.
You shove your fingers deeper and let them still, waiting for your yan to come back to. They gasp in the aftershocks of the unexpected orgasm, hole fluttering madly around your fingers even as the rest of their body lays limp. Their eyes are hazy when they meet yours, desire and apprehension mixed together. It breaks something inside you.
“P-please,” they whine, “‘s too much, it hurts… need to, to lay them, please… you— you said you would h-help.”
“And you said you wanted these inside you, begged me for them… and now you just want to get rid of them, like they’re nothing?” You mock, scissoring your fingers, working to push the egg back even deeper inside. Your yan lets out a warbling breath, unable to breathe deeply enough to moan.
Your ovipositor aches between your legs. You can feel more eggs deep inside you, needing to be laid soon anyway. Why waste a perfectly warm, wet hole just because it’s already half-full of your eggs? Your yan’s breath hitches even further when your fingers slide out of them, only to feel the head of your ovipositor against them.
They choke on another half-moan, squirming weakly. You can’t tell if they’re trying to get away or beg for more, the only things they seem to remember how to say being your name and the word “please.”
You flip them over and pull their hips up, sliding into them and hissing from the warmth. They’re feverish, hotter than you’ve ever felt before. You slide in and out experimentally, but they don’t need to be opened up nearly as much as the first time. Your eggs had stretched them out— the thought of their hole stretched around your eggs makes you twitch inside them, and your yan whines even more pathetically.
They cry out more and more with every thrust, with every new egg you press into them. They cum over and over again without you even touching them in the front, tears streaming down their face at the burn and stretch of their hole and stomach. You curl around them, rubbing their stomach as you feel it stretch with each new egg, this clutch bigger than the last even without your older eggs already inside them. Your yan goes fully limp under you as they cry from the pleasure-pain.
“You wanted this— wanted me, my eggs— stop crying and— and fucking take it,” you growl in their ear.
All they can do is whine, weakly rolling their hips back against yours.
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My tiny breasts like olives have become sore and sensitive lately, when I massage them to relieve it, I think about how much milk I can get out by pinching them, but not enough milk comes out so that when I am, in addition to being sore, in my fertile periods I want that someone sucks them with lots of love and affection.
That's where I get more excited about the idea of lactation kink as soon as I decide to relieve my fantasy and my repressed desires by reading fanfics of yandere husbands obsessed with the change in the body of a pregnant reader guy, and when they realize how tired and sensitive the reader watches as her belly grows and her tiny breasts become plump and dripping with milk, they make a point of lifting their shirts to analyze in detail and then they carry the pregnant and confused reader to the room and begin the daily breastfeeding session.
Gosh, I need to be pampered and breastfeed someone. 🥲🥹🫠
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