#Kink Fic

[mwahmimi]

hii i was thinking a smut with bf!Eddie x bunny!reader where she is ovulating and is all whiny and needy and Eddie just funds it funny and cute

Someone’s in heat. Eddie Munson x female reader. Smut. Blurb.

(This gets a little bit rough, hope that’s okay. I’m just a whore for face-slapping/degradation. Thank you for your prompt!<3)

“You can sit on my cock if you just quit whining. But you just get to sit, no moving. If I catch you moving I’ll slap that face of yours.” Eddie’s voice goes through one ear and out the other, the only information that stays in your bunny brain is the part where you’re allowed to sit on his dick.

You scramble to undo his belt, pulling out his already hard length, rubbing your thumb across his sensitive tip and scooping up his leaking pre-cum, licking it up and sucking your thumb for good measure.

Lowering yourself onto his cock, you moan. Your eyes darting to the back of your head instantly. Feeling full just wasn’t enough, you needed motion. You rut your hips forward but get caught by Eddie’s palm, a sharp sting of his rings against your cheek. “Told you not to fucking move bunny, if I allow you to sit on my dick I expect you to sit. Not wriggle around like a little slut. But you just can’t help yourself can you?”

You whine in response, rubbing yourself up against him again. With Eddie’s cock nestled inside you, sitting tightly up against your g-spot, your mind is completely empty. Floating in sub space, riding the wave of the slap to your face that’s still stinging on your red-marked cheek.

“Go on then. Little bunny needs to get off so bad doesn’t she? You in fuckin’ heat or something?” He chuckles, and you shoot him a bratty look. Bouncing up and down, rutting your hips back and forward, trying to spell his name as you grind against him. His tip pounding against your spot, pushing you closer and closer to climax.

“D-daddy.” You whisper, biting your lip so hard it draws blood, groaning every time he slams his hips up into you harder. Your orgasm takes over, washing over you like a tsunami. Writhing around through the aftershocks as he continues to pound into you, squirting all over his cock. Soaking through to his jeans.

Eddie grunts, pulling at your hair and groping your tits harshly, nipping at one of your nipples harder as he paints your insides. “Fuckin’ a baby into you now bunny, you just wanted to be bred huh?” He taunts, panting as his orgasm comes to an end. Lifting you up and off of his hyper-sensitive cock. The feeling of stimulation against his skin post orgasm makes his eyes roll to the back of his head.

You giggle, looking down at his softening dick, covered in both of your juices. Your eyes dart from Eddie’s and back to his dick. Taking him into your mouth and sucking him clean before latching onto his balls with your mouth, suckling and licking him clean of your cum. He gasps, half in pleasure and the other in sensitivity, pulling you back up to face him by the hold he has of your hair. “Dirty fucking girl. Just can’t get enough.”

[waterme-stories]

I hope your Deadpool/Wolverine fic is getting some fresh love from people introduced to the pairing by the new movie. Truly ahead of its time.

Yeah, I'd say it's doing alright for itself 😉

I think the characterization in "Burn Baby Burn" is pretty similar to the movie, which is surprising given that I wrote it over two years before! They love to hate each other, and will never admit how much fun they both have doing it. Combine that with the gratuitous violence of The Honda Hatefuck and we got ourselves a hit! Not too shabby for a silly gross rarepair fic that came to me in a dream!

“This what you’re looking for?” Logan asked. “This what you fucking want?” Wade swallowed hard. Rasped. “Maybe. Not what I’m not looking for.” Logan and Wade share a smoke, and celebrate Canada Day in their own special way.

(cigar kink, hate sex, bad bdsm etiquette, and gratuitous bodily injury for sexual gratification)

[rashoumon-homo]

If you write smut, I love and respect you!

If you write unpopular kinks, I love and respect you!

If you write fics with a lot of violence and gore, I love and respect you!

If you write yandere fics, I love and respect you!

If you write age gap fics, I love and respect you!

If you write non/dub-con, I love and respect you!

If you write dark content, I love and respect you!

If you write dead dove, I love and respect you!

You know who I don’t love and respect?

Anyone who harasses people who write those things!

I will be reblogging this every time I come across someone harassing authors for any of the above. If I can’t stop the hate, the least I can do is spread positivity and support.

[take-taker-taken]

WARNING - the chapters that comprise this section of The List will contain CNC (consensual non-consent). It will mention rape. There will be humiliation. It will involve weapons. This particular part is mainly corporal punishment. The sub will not always be treated / spoken to kindly. If you’re happy to read such things then feel free to continue.

The List - CNC - Part Four

As you huddle on the floor, gradually getting your breathing back under control, you become aware of the curious feeling of being surrounded. You lift your head and peek around and sure enough, two pairs of boots are inches away.

“I knew you’d choose those,” Mark’s voice floats above you.

“So I’m a tit man - sue me,” comes Shawn’s reply. “Already know what you’re gonna do next.”

Mark huffs out a laugh. “Yeah,” He says. “She doesn’t though.”

Shawn nudges you with his boot and when it makes you huddle in even more he curses and does it again, but harder. “Get on your back, slut - should be familiar.”

You slowly roll over on to your back with your knees raised up and cross your arms over your chest. In response he kicks lightly at your knee so that you drop your legs flat and then he follows you down and sits astride you. He takes hold of your arms and works to pull them away from your body; you do your best to resist but he’s far too strong and he easily forces your hands up and over your head before his gaze roves hungrily over your breasts. As soon as he lets go you begin to move them again and so he grabs them and shoves them back down, holding them there as he looks down at you with a stony expression.

“Leave ‘em there, or I’ll get him to stand on ‘em.” He warns with a nod over to where Mark is standing. “Probably break your fucking wrists.”

You swallow a whimper and just lay there as he slowly lifts his hands away, watching to make sure you’re going to obey. He reaches behind his head and removes a silver chain that’s draped around his neck. At first you think he’s taking his necklace off and then as he lifts it free of his hair you grit your teeth - it’s a set of clover clamps. Fuck… this is going to hurt.

Keeping the clamps in one hand he uses the other to toy with your left nipple. Not viciously like he did before - it’s a gentle, teasing touch and of course the bud turns hard under his ministrations. You’re expecting him to put the clamp on right away but instead he takes his time to play with the other one, until both have been coaxed into firm peaks. He leans down and traces the tip of his tongue around each of them in turn and you whimper as the skin tightens further.

He shifts his head so that his mouth is next to your ear and whispers, “I think you enjoyed that… didn’t you, fuck toy?” He raises up again and you close your eyes briefly as your stomach flips over at the name but say nothing; when you open them he’s dangling the chain over your face as he smirks down at you. “Know what these are?”

Deciding to play dumb, you shake your head and he traces his fingers over your breasts again.

“Remember me saying I wanted to hear you say ‘please’ some more?” He doesn’t wait for an answer as he rattles the clamps in your face. “These are gonna make that happen.”

Without any further preamble, he deftly attaches the clamps to your nipples and as the pain lances through your flesh you scream. It’s the sort of reaction that you’d normally work to keep a lid on but no such pretence is needed here. Before you can move he lunges forward and holds your wrists to the floor as you struggle beneath him.

“Fuck! Take them off, please! Take them off!”

He looks down at you and smiles, running his tongue across his teeth before shaking his head. “Nuh uh - they look real pretty.” He moves a hand in order to pinch the chain between thumb and forefinger, holding it loosely though it sways some. “And the best part? If I give this here a little pull… they’ll get tighter - wanna try?”

You shake your head and your voice cracks a bit as you speak. “No… please don’t… please!” You’re breathing hard as you try to cope with the pain, your hands clenching repeatedly into fists though you leave your hands over your head for fear of reprisals if you move. You close your eyes and let yourself feel the fear, the helplessness, the pain and yes… the arousal.

“You said she kicked you earlier?” Your eyes open when Mark speaks, though you’re still mostly distracted by the sharp pain in your nipples and the fact that Shawn still has hold of the chain and thus controls whether it goes up a couple of notches.

You gain a couple of degrees of relief when he lets the chain go and kneels back up in order to look at Mark. “Yeah, when I was putting her in the truck.” He says and then gets to his feet but continues to stand astride you. “She was mouthing off with some BS about people coming over and then she slammed her foot right into my kidney, little bitch.”

“Well, that sure ain’t the kind of behaviour we expect. Get her up here.”

For a frightening moment you think Shawn is going to drag you up via the clamp’s chain but as he bends over he’s reaching towards your arms and unthinkingly, you bring them down from over your head to aid the task. Given that it’s achieving his aim he doesn’t rebuke you for moving and just hauls you to your feet and you stand there with your head down, teeth gritted against the pain in your chest. You gasp as a hand goes into your hair to drag your head back and you find yourself looking up at Mark. You again have a moment of wonder at how he’s emanating this air of being a stranger but then you have to concentrate because he’s speaking.

“So you’ve been cussing, being violent - and you even spat at him,” he’s saying, indicating Shawn with a nod of his head. “Can’t be letting you get away with all that now, can we?”

You don’t say anything because even though it’s clear to everyone that your actions over the course of this scene were entirely to be expected, you know that no good will come of answering back.

“I’m kind of an old fashioned guy,” he goes on as he releases your hair and his hands move to his waist. “So I’m gonna give you some old fashioned discipline.” Your breath catches as he unbuckles his belt and slides it from the loops - it’s an aspect of impact play that’s been as yet untouched on your list, though not for much longer. “Get her bent over,” he says to Shawn and as the blonde walks by you he pats your cheek but you shy away from his touch which makes him huff with laughter.

There’s another table at the far end of the cabin, pushed up against a wall and next to a door that you notice for the first time. You briefly wonder where it leads to but then Shawn’s back and setting the table in question down a couple of feet away.

“C’mon, get over.” He pulls you by the wrist to stand beside it and then pushes on the back of your neck. You go quietly into position, though set your forearms on the wooden surface to prevent your clamped nipples being squashed against it. Without relinquishing his grip on your neck, Shawn runs his other hand firmly down your back and on to your ass cheek which he squeezes hard and then smacks. You whimper but this time it has a different tone because it’s becoming harder to play act against the rising tide of lust.

“A good dozen should do the trick, what d’ya think?”

You swallow, wondering whether the question is directed at you and then feel relieved that you didn’t try to speak as Shawn smacks your ass again and replies, “For starters.”

There’s a brief silence and then you feel Mark’s huge hand between your shoulder blades. You have a mad thought that it’s weirdly comforting to have both of them touching you at the same time but that’s quickly driven from your brain when the belt comes whistling down and lands squarely across your backside. For a second you feel virtually nothing and then as the sting spreads over your skin you gasp and then cry out. There’s a pause that you recognise dimly as an opportunity to call red but you decline. Shawn’s hand is still on the back of your neck holding you down, and then you feel Mark’s lift from you and hear him changing his stance. In that moment you realise that first stroke had just been a taster and ball your hands into fists beneath yourself as the leather snaps down again.

“Ahhhhhhh, FUCK!” Still held in place by Shawn’s powerful grip, you stamp one foot against the floor as though it will shake off the pain.

“Still cussing, girl?” Your outburst seems to have earned you a break just two strokes in as you hear him issue another order. “I don’t want to be getting my ears assaulted all the way through this - can you gag her, please?”

“Sure can,” You hear the reply and then you feel Shawn’s fingers at the waistband of your panties and he has them down and off before you can react. Next thing, his grip is back in your hair as he drags your head up, pushing the material at your mouth. “C’mon bitch - open up, you’re good at that.” You begin to make a muffled protest that never gets the chance to be anything else as he forces your panties into your mouth. You taste yourself on the fabric but then get distracted by his other hand worming its way under your chest. You try to pull away, certain that he’s seeking to mess with the clamps but then you feel a totally foreign object being urged against your fingers. You move your head and realise that it’s a golf ball and then you understand - you can’t speak right now to use your colours. You clutch on to the ball and he gives your hand a quick, gentle squeeze before withdrawing and pushing your head back down. “That’ll shut her up,” he says and you hear Mark make a noise of satisfaction.

He doles out another four hard strokes with the belt and you squeeze the golf ball for dear life and yell into the makeshift gag. Through the pain your brain starts to swim in that beautiful, serene way and in your mind’s eye you see yourself as they probably see you - bent over with your pussy dripping as a leather strap strikes your pale skin in such an intimate way. You can picture the welts, bright pink with the edges oh, so slightly raised up. You scream into the fabric as the leather connects twice more and then your head is raised again by Shawn and he’s looking right at you. You meet his gaze and then after a few more seconds he lets your head fall and the belt snaps across the back of your thighs once, twice and then another mighty crack across your ass.

You scream one final time, your head lifting up as the blow sears into your flesh and then it drops again and you hear and feel the thump as Mark sets the heavy belt down next to your head. There’s a moment of silence and you’re dimly aware of Shawn’s hand gently kneading the back of your neck. The very second you find it comforting, it leaves you and you hear him speak again, his voice back to that dark, sneering tone.

“Get her upright; it’s time to get those clamps off. I wanna hear her begging again.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

Previous | TBC

[iwritebigbellies-blog]

More story fragments. I'm supposed to be writing my novel, not dreaming up feedist meet-cutes...but here we are.

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Tristan watched her go, every swaying step. He realized, just as she vanished inside the school, that he probably should have offered to carry her boxes for her. That would have been the gentlemanly thing to do. Instead he had stuffed himself with deep fried snacks and stood there gawping like an oily-fingered idiot.

Stupidly, his stomach rumbled right then. He was still so goddamn hungry. It wasn’t even the normal hunger of an exhausting afternoon starving in the sun. This was the other thing.

Tristan bent immediately to fold up the table, then all the tables, then started stacking chairs. By the time he was finished, everyone else had left except the night custodian and the president of the PTA. Tristan took the samosas home with him.

Lydia Culver. Owner of the most phenomenal bakery he refused to set foot in. Mother of two daughters - how was that possible? Painfully attractive single woman with the sun in her smile. Was he allowed to think that? Would it matter if he was? He could still feel the heat of her hand on his arm. That can’t be a good sign.

Tristan beeped open his condo and strode inside, tossing his food on the table. He crossed the room, opened the balcony door, and stood outside a moment before returning to the table. He looked at the box of samosas like a suspect under interrogation. He wanted to eat them all, now - of course he did - but he wanted something else more. He wanted it so badly, it was clouding his judgement, crowding out reality.

He knew himself well enough to know this could be a huge problem. He wanted to sit down and gorge himself on samosas, but that was a desire that was half fantasy, and he could either have the fantasy or reality, but not both.

Lydia had touched so close on his most intense fantasies that he knew indulging them would cloud anything he might be able to have with the real her. Tristan closed his eyes and was immediately back to a moment: standing across the table from this joyful, beautiful woman as she placed an extra cookie in front of him. Take it, and take more. And more and more and—

Tristan's stomach growled again. He sat down at the table and opened the box. He paused a moment, then picked up a samosa.

It was that good. He did love just this - indulging in wonderful, mind blowing foods. Delighting his tongue and satisfying his stomach. It was pure pleasure, and should have been enough for him.

But the way she appraised him, the way she took him in without hesitation or shame. Her eyes paused on his chest, his belly, those places where his shirt stretched the seams. A different smile fluttered into being, one she didn’t even know was there. She’d been pleased with what she saw in him, and she let him know by giving him more food. She knew he was a man who she could take care of. Who she could feed. Who she could satisfy.

No, nope, there was the fantasy again. That’s not what happened. She just happened to be working the bake sale, for god’s sake. She sold him dinner. That wasn’t… foreplay.

Tristan ate the entire box of samosas while pointedly not thinking about Lydia Culver; her breasts, her fingers, her lips. He definitely did not imagine her hands on his stomach once it was full and heavy. He sighed happily, unbuttoned his jeans, and did not wonder how she would feel, stroking him. He wandered off to bed alone, distracted, and still hungry.

[feeling-pushy]

Opening up Commissions!

So recently I've been starting to feel more confident in my writing abilities, so I thought I would start taking commissions!

The prices for my commissions would be

15$ for 1k words

25$ for 2k words

35$ for 3k words

45$ for 4k words

55$ for 5k words

65$ for 6k words

75$ for 7k words

85$ for 8k works

90$ for 9k words

95$ for 10k words

I will be taking payment threw paypal and I would prefer payment be upfront, but I'm willing to do payments after the commission is done, just discuss it with me first.

Any rewrites that need to be made that are simple, like fixing grammar or pronoun slips or small dialogue changes, will not be charged. But if your looking to change a whole scene or add in a whole new scene, then I will charge an additional $10 for those changes.

Things I will NOT write: Excessive violence/gore, humiliation, scat, vomit, urin, stuffing, unrealistic scenes (like two babies/one opening). I'm willing to do darker scenes/sadder endings, but I do have my limits and will probably discuss this with each individual who approaches me with a darker scenario. I would prefer any pain/suffering the person goes threw be for the sake of a plot, and not just suffering for sufferings sake. Yes, I will do birth denial, but only if theirs a good reason for it, such as the parent being on the run or they have some sort of emotional reason (they want to wait for their spouse/lover/friend to show up or they feel like they need to get a certain task done/go somewhere specific because it's meaningful to them, etc.) and in the end I will want to circle back to the pain being worth it to the birther to some extent by the end.

I prefer to write stories where the parent is happy to have their baby, they can be afraid/unsure at first of course, but in the end when it's all said and done, and even if the story ends in a sad way like with a character death, I want a parent to look at their new born babe and feel a sense of love and pride. That despite the hardships it was all worth it in their minds, just to hold that child in their arms. It's called "a labor of love" for a reason after all. I also am more than happy to write fluffier scenes that don't involve birth as well as those spicier scenes.

but if you're unsure/unclear on what is and isn't acceptable then please feel free to DM me! I will be more than happy to work with you in figuring out something that is comfy for me the write or I'll help point you towards someone who would be better suited for your needs.

Anyways if you are interested in getting something done by me please feel free to DM me!

[naughtynoodle056]

Okay I neglected to post this here for a while untuil I felt like it was long enough to share but alas! I present my long running feedism story!! It's mostly male focused, but the main man in question is African-American, so it's at least a little different from the gainer fics we usually see xD

Fandom: Original Work

Categories: F/M, M/M, multi

Tags: stuffing, feeding, weight gain, intox, recreational drug use, marijuana, alcohol, eating, polyamory, implied sexual content, belly rubs, eructophilia, humiliation, drunken flirting, more tags listed on AO3

[exponenshul]

Story Concept Poll!

So, as is typical of me, I have a bunch of new work started but nothing finished. I’d like to do a little poll to gauge interest on which story ideas I should work on finishing first.

Disclaimer: this doesn’t mean that the chosen concept will actually be written first, or at all. It’s more so just out of my own curiosity of what the audience wants.

Here are the 3 concept summaries:

“P-Bites” - After serving a new menu item at his cafe day job, Caleb notices his regular customers' bellies slowly start to grow, unbeknownst to them...

“Food Baby” - A woman goes through her day getting hungrier and hungrier no matter how much she eats. All the while, her belly grows, but somehow it doesn't seem like it's just from food...

“Side Effects” - After a couple struggles to conceive, the husband tries to surprise his wife by secretly feeding her a pregnancy-inducing pill. However, not all goes as planned, as a rare side effect renders the woman oblivious to the changes happening to her…

[belching-bellies]

Burping and Making Out

First kink fic! Two *flirty* OCs are drinking together, and when one of them starts burping, the other makes a move.

Contains: Burping, alcohol, belly rubs, making out, gender-neutral narrator

James and I are pretty close, you could say. We met about a year ago, started to become real friends a few months later. I've also had a crush on him from almost the beginning, and I suspect that James feels the same way. Our friendship has gotten very flirty recently: sitting next to each other with our thighs touching, me resting my head on his shoulder, him playing with my hair. But I'm nervous enough and awkward enough that I'm don't know how to make the first move. And I don't think he knows either.

James and I were at a birthday party for one of our mutual friends. Both of us had more than a little to drink, and I was cuddled up next to him on the couch, his arm draped around my shoulder. This was exactly where I like to be: enjoying the warmth of the alcohol and the warmth of James' body next to mine. James is a lot more talkative drunk than I was, so he was doing the socializing for both of us. He was drinking a seltzer while he talked, pausing occasionally to burp softly.

James shifted to set his can down on the floor, and I could hear the liquid slosh inside of him as he moved. He re-positioned himself next to me, stopped talking mid-sentence as a look of discomfort came over his face. He placed one hand on his stomach, patted it twice, and *UURRRRPPPP*. It was a big burp, and I know he would have tried to hold it in if he'd been less drunk.

Now, I tend to get really horny when I drink. And James belching so casually, so close to me, only compounded the problem. I began to feel that familiar ache in my groin. I was unbearably horny, horny enough to risk a little bit of awkwardness. I stood up from the couch, took James by the hand, and without saying anything, led him to an empty bedroom.

"James," As I start talking, I realize I don't have a plan. "James, I've had a little bit of a crush on you for a long time,"

I pause, but when I look up, James is grinning at me, so I continue, "and I'm drunk and horny right now, and..."

I don't get the chance to finish my thought, because his mouth is on mine. It tastes sweet and a little bit like alcohol. We're both still drunk, so neither of us are bringing our A-game, but I definitely don't care.

James' hand is on the small of my back, forcing my body closer to his. So when the muscles in his belly suddenly lurch, I can feel it in my own stomach. He pulls back from me to let out a deep belch. He tries to apologize, but now it's my turn to cut him off. I kiss his neck, which was a good idea because I hear the afterburp that he probably could have stifled if my ear wasn't centimeters from his chin.

Every time James burps, I feel my brain short-circuit. I've wanted him for so long, and this is fulfilling all of my wildest fantasies.

I move back to his mouth and reposition my hands so one rests on the side of his stomach. I press down lightly, and am rewarded a few seconds later as there's a gurgle in his throat followed by a short, loud burp.

His face goes red, and I can tell he's embarrassed.

"James, don't worry about it" I place my hand at the bottom of his ribcage in a way I hope is reassuring.

"Yeah , I just don't want to gross you out or anything"

"Trust me, I'm the furthest thing from grossed out right now" I smile, and James rolls his eyes. He has no idea how honest I'm being.

"Fine, then, if you're really not grossed out, how do you like this?" He slaps his chest a couple times, and lets out a long, wet, belch.

*gurrrrrrrpppphhhggg*

"I felt that one in my own stomach" I laugh, trying to play it casual, not yet ready to tell him that I have a burp kink.

"Okay, now it's your turn"

I hadn't expected that, but I'm always game when it comes to burping. I find where James set down his drink, and I chug the rest of it. I can feel the cold bubbles in my stomach, when I shift positions, the air rushes up into my throat.

*HOUUUUOUURRRPPP*

It's louder than I thought it would be, and James also seems taken aback.

"God damn, I'm impressed," he pats my stomach, which gurgles in response and I burp again, mouth closed this time.

The alcohol has made us both tired, so when James lays down on the bed, I lay next to him and drape my arm across his chest. I look over and his eyes are closed.

"Are you asleep?"

"No," he whispers back. Then James opens his eyes and turns to face me. "When we're both sober, I want to take you on a real date"

[darksvster]

begging on her knees to be popular — ➥ e, one-shot drabble, 1384 words rhaenyra receives her punishment after disobeying her uncle and then begs for his come.

tw: dom/sub, edging, like multi-day edging, bratnyra but like relatively sub, creampie, the dove might be dying

ao3 link

[forget-me-dot]

Rated: M | under 500 words

Dom/Sub undertones, grief and mourning, basically Sad Subtextual Kink, the ficlet

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Summary:

Cheng Xiaoshi doesn't begin liking tea until Lu Guang is long gone.

Alternative title: then, and now.

[masoena]

Wings

A fic for Kinky Cas Week 2024 organized by @spnkinkevents

Prompt: Wing Kink

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Characters: Castiel, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Link to fic: AO3

Summary:

Cas has been an irritable frustrated mess the past week and Sam and Dean finally figure out why after Dean shows Sam the feathers he's been finding all over the bunker hallways. Cue gentle wing grooming and a happy ending.

[grandesteartherquakedreamer]

The AkuMother: Her Firstborn

(FINALLY! After having this caged in my brain for over a year, I now have the courage to share this story of mine. Not to confuse the two stories I commissioned to @gimmeabigpush. SHE wrote those stories, not me. I'm once again inspired by her for me to write this. Also, a MASSIVE kudos to @demonsandco {Yes, the one with the Obey Me's Demon Brothers Redesign} for the gorgeous art of my MC / OC! Like I said previously, this is a 18+ kink and smut fanfiction.

If you're under 18, PLZ DNI! If the following tags aren't your cup of tea, you're also free to ignore it. More importantly, I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I wrote it! 😈🤰) {Edit: You may have noticed that I made some slight changes and attempted to fix any mistakes I find. My apologies in advance. }

They felt it. Their eyes widened in concern and froze at whatever they were doing as soon as it happened. The Seven Rulers of the Underworld all got up and stampeded past the hallway, down the stairs and made it outside the guest room. To “her” bedroom. The door was closed, so one of the demons reached for the door handle. But his eldest brother stopped him. He put a finger above his lips and hushed them before they could panic.

"She said she’ll take a nap and we do not wish to frighten her,” he said. "Don't make a move until I signal to you all."

When he finished speaking, he opened the door slowly. It creaked as it swayed apart. Inside of the room was a tree that grew from the ground. With lanterns hung from the branches and its vines covering part of the wall. Under the tree on the bed with her back facing them was her. The demon mother-to-be herself, Yuki. 

The demon's long, light pink hair was twisted and twirled in a braid. Her body was covered in a thin blanket. She stirred awake as soon as she felt the presence of her seven doting partners. Fresh air flooded into her nose and deep in her lungs followed by a yawn so soft it was almost impossible to hear. A unique warmness flooded her senses. Though she was a little more sore than previously, she also felt her child is exactly where they were meant to be. So dreamy-eyed and tranquill, she shifted her body and reached her arms towards the headboard. That's when the eldest signaled his younger brothers to help Yuki up. Of course, just being there with someone they've known in under a year would be helpful as well. 

When Yuki managed to sit upright with their assistance, more of the young mother revealed herself as the blanket fell on her lap. She was wearing a sports bra when she slept. More notably, her magnificent gravid belly dropped. At mercy of the hands of gravity. As she looked at her seven sires, she smiled sheepishly at them. 

With one hand on the mattress to keep herself up, while the other hand caressing on her baby bump. 

She knew that they’d known why they appeared before her. Yuki looked down at the bed and used her free hand to remove the blanket. They gasped either in amazement or horror. 

The other end of the mattress alongside a pillow for her legs was freshly soaked. The naked flower between her thighs is still oozing with the clear fluid. Yuki tilted her head as her smile grew wider alongside flushing pink cheeks. She giggled before she said:

"She's ready to meet all of us."

-

Shortly after the confirmation of Yuki entering her first stage of labor, Lucifer turned and asked his brothers if there was anything else to prepare for the child's arrival. They both watch as the other demons shoved and scattered out of the door. Causing a bit of a commotion down the hallway. 

“Why did you phrase it like that?” she asked him, her eyes meeting his own. "The way you've said it made it sound like the end times were upon us. Plus, there's no rush."

Lucifer knelt before her. Placing his large gloved hand on Yuki’s warm, stretched skin. He sighed. 

"It’s …still hard to wrap my head around." He answered. Certainly seeing the Avatar of Pride being vulnerable was a rare sight. Especially feeling a sort of guilt from his past. 

Yuki placed both of her hands and played with his hair, minding the horns. While she played, she suddenly stopped as Lucifer lowered his brow. Something stirred deep within her. He placed both hands on the lower swell of her belly. On cue, Yuki removed her hands from his head, placed them on top of her belly, and began her breathing techniques she was taught. 

Pressure began the shutter and tense within her midsection and her pelvis. It wasn't terribly strong. Yet it felt so tense, yet so natural. They have both remembered the teachings of the maternity books. Lucifer was the only few who paid close attention to every detail. Even if it were headed to more… graphic parts. Oh, would he dare to mention how she sounded? The young mother hummed and whimpered lightly, focusing solely on her breathing. It was music to his ears. Part of him wished he could hear her like this for as long as he'd want.

When the first of many of these "waves" subsided, Yuki exhaled deeply and relaxed. Shifting her hips slightly, she leans down to kiss the top of Lucifer's head. He felt much more relaxed from that. Tender even. He looked at Yuki's belly and used both hands to move up and down, caressing it. Entranced by the strength of her body. She's also kind enough to let Lucifer kiss her beautiful baby bump.

"No doubt, you'll bring a whole new life into the world." He murmured. "You have every reason to feel proud of yourself." Then he looked up at his partner as she gazed down at him, even if her belly made it harder to see. She gave a slightly confused look back at him before she spoke. 

"There's no need to be anxious, Luci dear.~ She said, changing her tone at the end. "It'll be a while before I make room for her to make a grand entrance."

Lucifer sigh as he got up. He even helped Yuki up to her feet from the bed. Not before putting a hand under her chin and kissing her lips boldly. She wasn't taken aback of how forward he is, and even allowed his tongue to meet her own. When he pulled away, Yuki panted for air as she wrapped her arm around him and he did the same. Both of them walked out of the guestroom so the young mother could spend more time laboring with her other six partners. This is just the beginning of her labor, and she felt so ready to go forward with the ones closest and most intimate with her.

-

An hour or so passed, and the progress of these “pangs” became more regular. Steadier, stronger, closer together. It sure wasn’t as easy to keep them in check. Especially if you claim to be as “great” as Mammon. His younger brother Leviathan was present too. They and Yuki are in the common room (the same room where Yuki first met the brothers). She sat on the chair facing the fireplace. Levi undoing her braid (because it promotes better blood flow according to her), while his older brother knelt next to her. Propped his elbow on the armchair and held Yuki's hand. 

When they were not becoming an anxious mess once another strong sensation overcome her, they both stared at Yuki in awe. Mesmerized even. Her long hair cascading down her shoulders and hips, the sports bra nearly at its breaking point trying to contain her milk-filled tits. If her pregnant glow wasn't enough before, the golden glow of the fireplace made her radiate. Once she had to breathe through a contraction, both of them did well on the pressure points they were taught to deal with according to their clever, but short-tempered younger brother. Levi used both hands to massage her shoulders while Mammon applied some counterpressure on Yuki’s widened hips and plush outer thighs. They've even praised her with whispered affirmations.

"You got this one, don'cha babe?." One of them said,

"Y-Y-You're absolutely stunning!" Another one said, whispering behind her ear.

Of course it was much more challenging to stay calm for all of them. The baby was pressing, barreling, almost grinding against her still opening cervix. Low. She felt so low. Low enough to slip out at any given time, but that's impossible. The extra amount of trickling fluid didn't help either. When the pressure finally released, the three of them relaxed simultaneously. Mammon was especially relieved. 

"That contraction didn't bother ya too much, did it?" He asked.

Her eyes fluttered open but frowned down at him.

"Mammon, I told you NOT to use that word." She answered. Levi glared back at him with a towel in hand. He shrugged his shoulders in response.

That was how it went for them. Yuki is already halfway in dilation, which is a good sign that her little girl was well on her way. Spending time with two brothers who gave each other a bit of a hard time. Yet they made sure to put Yuki's care first and foremost. They assisted her with resilience. Their younger brothers would surely follow suit.

-

Now the pangs were hitting ever closer and more intensely than ever. Yuki didn't think she processed as quickly as she did. Not Satan. The blonde hair demon could tell she'll deliver soon enough. This time, they're both in the library. They both experiment with different positions and vocal tones. Those were helpful to either relax or cope as the waves crashed within her womb. Her favorite part is the essential oils. It was Asmodeus' idea, as it so happened that he arrived to check on them both. Followed up by the twins, Beelzebub and Belphegor. Satan filled them in on the current situation before he left to take care of something else in the living room. 

The three youngest brothers went up to Yuki. Asmo embraced her, while the twins nuzzled her from behind. Their presence gave her much needed comfort during and between the intensities. Swapping spots periodically. Massage her. Sore areas and pressure points on her slim yet curvy body. Kissing her lips. Her cheek. Her neck. Her shoulders. Stimulating her. First taking off the sports bra to finally free her sore breast. Then wrapping their lips around her hard nipple and pinching the other. Then they kiss her taut belly lower and lower, until they kiss directly on her petals, and the sensitive pearl within. The second their mouth was set in place, the young mother went from whimpering and panting to a half-moan, half-whine that sounded deliciously sublime. She could tell by the electricity tingling up and down her spine, they took her physical and emotional care to the next level. Many internal squeezes, contractions, whatever you call came and went. One after the other. Soon as the latest was over, one of brothers first slipped their fingertips in their mouth and they checked on Yuki's process.

She has just hit transition. 

-

The twins left first as they head to meet up the others as planned. A few minutes later, arm and arm, the other two demons followed in their footsteps. Taking the opportunity between the powerful waves, they walked (and waddled) toward the halls until they reached the doors to the dining room. Asmo looked at the exhausted and reluctant demon. When her timid eyes met his own, he gave her a reassuring smile. With his free hand, he passively forced the door open, and they both entered.

"Look at what we did, darling!" He said as he pointed out something. Yuki raised her head, and what did she see on her left?

The once empty living room was now fully redecorated. String lights held by the two chandeliers were decorated with butterflies and crystals, and flowers and stars. The walls were covered in pastel-colored crepe streamers. The extra pillows and flower petals were made in a big circle like a giant nest, surrounded by lanterns on the floor. Save the fireplace under the large mirror. Lucifer and his brothers were already waiting for them both. 

Everything was finally ready. All those nine long months would be rewarded for their marvelous significance ahead of them all. The eight of them each sat on color-coded cushions on different spots of the "nest". Yuki sat upright in the center (of course), with a thick towel under her legs. Lucifer and Satan knelt behind her with their arms wrapped around her own and gripped her hands gently. Her legs spread wide open like the butterfly wings on her back. Mammon and Levi held on to one leg, and Beel and Belphie held the other leg. With no one else to be, Asmo knelt in front at Yuki’s feet in full display. Full-term, fully nude, fully open. Full of last-minute anxiety.

"I…I…I-" she couldn't even form a sentence. Almost lost in a thick fog of her emotions at this point. The timing couldn't be worse, as her belly turned a bloody pink with a brutally powerful contraction. 

-

"Yuki."

Hearing her name being called, she anchored back into reality. Her eyes watering, chest heaving, heartbeat thundering. Even what she's about to go through, the world around her seems to slow down. She looks at her sires. Up front, right, and left. Surrounded by warmth by the hearth, safety, and most importantly. Unconditional love.

"If you would both allow us," Lucifer spoke up after clearing his throat. "We all have one more surprise." He turned to his youngest brother.

“Belphegor?”

Belphie turns his head to Lucifer and nods his head.

First, he sang a verse of a song. Then Levi as he caressed her leg, and then Asmo made Yuki look up at him with his fingers under her chin. Next up was Satan rubbing his thumb on her hand. Followed up by Mammon, then Lucifer right after him, and finally Beel. At last the choir of their voices sang out in unity is unlike anything she had ever heard. She could’ve sworn that they sounded like angels. With no one else to blame, not even herself. Her mind and body were put at ease. Even the child who is about to leave her tight home can hear their voices too. Allowing both mother and child allowed their words to strike directly at their hearts. Especially with the final two words. 

“My Love.”

That's it. Her intern wisdom activates just as the pressure begins to grow in a different way. Yuki, feeling empowered, closed her eyes and smiled softly. For a quick moment, her seven partners were awestruck. Her beauty and her strength transformed her. To them, she's become a goddess, hands down. They were ready. The demon mother inhaled through her nose and tucked her chin. The baby's head weighing on the fully open cervix.

With everyone present, she gave in to the urge to push for the very first time. Yuki is giving birth, and it felt just... Right.

Her glossy orb of a belly became brick hard with each future wave. Feeling the large sphere descend into her vagina. Into the canal. Already slippery wet and silky-smooth, despite how tight it is.

The expansion of the mussel and tissue is almost inconceivable, as if it was being stimulated. She made sure her first delivery would be extra precious. Even when the wave subsided, she caught her breath. Her eyes lulled, but twinkle with a mix of contentment and ecstasy.

This was a birth the princes have ever been present too. Whether they were embarrassed or not. If they felt shameful or not. They made sure to keep her legs far back without feeling restricted. When she did get time to rest, they made sure to whisper their praises and encouragement. If the opportunity allowed them so, they'd kissed her knuckles, her shoulders and cheek. Yuki looked and felt illegally sexy. Her ponderous skin glamorizes. She wished with all her heart and soul on how wonderful she felt in the midst of childbirth.

Yuki's breathing hitched, and this time allowed her breath to bring her baby downwards. Feeling the child continue to fall even lower than ever before (as her head stretching her walls nicely). Though her face showed concentration, she grasped two of her partner's hands a bit tighter. It felt great to feel her little one moving sinking into her vaginal passageway. 

Though she grunted from the back of her throat, her voice is so soft and so light. Completely obedient to her body's instincts with her breathing, panting, and moaning and such. So why did she need to hold back? She deserved this.

The garden flower, her glistening pussy, turned rose red. Already swollen and throbbed desperately. Once the pressure released, she felt the size, shape and weight of her daughter's head just pressed behind her labia. Though not enough to see her hair (yet). Both mother and daughter have full control. Any spike of pain washes away with pleasure in its place. She shifted her wide hips, cradling side-to-side. Prioritizing the quiet arrival of "their" baby girl.

Everyone else was laser-focused on her sacred place (but not in a perverted way), as if they suddenly felt their eyes drawn directly to the flower seconds away from opening up. Exactly in the position she only dreamed. When she'll bring forth the ultimate gift. Then Yuki closed her eyes and gives a big, yet tender push.

Finally, it happens. Her pussy lips began to open and bloom revealing the baby's scalp immediately followed by wet, slick hair. Everyone was astonished, if not dumbfounded. They can only sit and watch as the head almost makes the teardrop shape before the pressure vanishes. The head withdrew from view, but not by a lot..

When Yuki opened her eyes and caught her breath, she let go of one of their hands and reached down to her raw, sensitive opening. As she felt her fingertips press against her daughter's head, she gasped as much as she grinned. The love for their child was felt in every fiber of her being. Her partners could tell by looking. There is no rush, yet she longs to feel her small body in her arms. Even her body seemed to be just as eager when Yuki breathed into her nose and pushed.

The baby's head continues to emerge slowly. Her slick, baby-filled cunt squelched and almost squeaked. Her head became a teardrop again, then the tight opening grew bigger, and bigger. Wider and wider. By the time the pressure dissolves, Yuki held on to the full, and very tight crown as she catches her breath. When it looked so pretty before, THIS was the newest definition of beautiful. She has so much curly brown hair! Sure it sizzled, but she didn't care. Alas, her gorgeous form was for a brief moment.

Yuki pushed lightly, as the other watched the soft forehead appears into view. As if the baby will come out facing up to her mother, one prince decides to use his free hands and is placed under the crowning head of his daughter. Their daughter. Yuki huffed and grunted lightly as she tries looking over her impressively large belly to see for herself. At first her brow emerged, followed up by a pair of lashes, a button of a nose, and finally…

*Pop!* 

Her mouth and chin appear, with all of her head successfully birthed (with some amount of fluid spilling out,) as she rests on their waiting palms. Everyone, including the mother was overcome with emotion. Her face… Like a handmade porcelain doll of flesh and bone. She looks so…captivating. So tranquil. They did not even notice her curly black horns and frilly-shaped ears. It was immeasurable love in its purest form.

One of them checks for the umbilical cord to be sure it wasn't around her neck. When he gave a nod of approval to Yuki, she wasted no more time. Giving in to her final push, she shuts her eyes tightly. 

Even as the baby rotates to make room for her shoulders, the calming atmosphere of the living room seems to hold its breath. 

The light touch of the emerging shoulder stimulating her clit. Yuki suddenly bucked her hips and came hard. Her newly born daughter emerged completely in a rush, surprising everyone. She is free.

-

Meanwhile, far on the different side of the Devildom. (Of hell itself). Within the castle of the Demon Lord, Prince Diavolo walked the barren hallways. His most trusted steward would always follow behind him. But when he turned around, he saw him staring at the tall window.

“Barbatos!” He called out. “What’s up?”

As he walks up to him, he can feel a presence unlike anything he felt. It wasn’t even a magical presence. His butler slowly looked up at his young master. He knew what would and has happened. But he simply said the following to him…

“She has come.”

Barbatos wasn't one to be joking around with. When “he” was the one who directly spoke to the "then" heavily pregnant Yuki, that the birth of her child will change everything. Just as the prophecies written in ancient scriptures have now been put to fruition. Especially when it wasn’t exactly how anyone else thought it went down. The moment of this specific birth was felt across the three realms. While the new family is free to love their own child, many others would fear her sinister aura.

Back at the House of Lamentation, (the palace mansion), the softest wails was heard across the rooms. The infant’s harmonic cries filled the room with rapture, proving that she is alive and well. The eight demons were utterly moved by what they witnessed. Yuki wept tears of joy as she finally snuggled her new daughter so close to her heart, as her seven sires’ embrace and basked in the glow of the special child. The child who mostly looked just like her mother before she became a demon. Dare she'd say, that this entire experience was 'pure magic'.

When the cries started to dwindle and cooed, and as her mother swaddled her new daughter in a soft blanket, the first of two remarkable qualities was discovered. 

-

“Yo… move your hand.” Mammon said nervously.

“Huh, what.. Why?” asked Yuki, confused. His other brothers turned to face him with their brows lowered. But she did as she was told, and lifted her head to see her child’s back.

“Guys look!” she cried.

They turned their heads to see the little demons back. Not that she has “six” itty-bitty black wings on her back. Yuki pointed at the back of her neck, and there it was. On the nape is what looked to be a sort of birthmark, the color of twilight’s shade. It had a combination of shapes to make it look like a bird. The diamonds for the eyes, a heart for the beak, the two horns and teardrops for its wings. The body a seven pointed star, and most infamously, the tail the shape of an upside-down cross. 

When they all weren’t paying attention, the little demon took the opportunity to shift down to her mother’s breast. Plush lip latch around her nipple and began to suckle. Yuki squeaked in response, until she and everyone else caught on that the girl started nursing.

“She must’ve been hungry.” Beel mused.

After watching her nurse for a bit, the demonic infant revealed her second most remarkable yet unexpected quality. Her eyes popped open as looked up directly at her mother.

Rainbow irises. The child literally has rainbow colored eyes! With an added bonus that her eyes change colors from a rainbow to match her mother’s brown eyes. Just by simply blinking. Even with this revelation, they still loved their little girl. No matter what.

-

When the child was a few hours old, she wore proper baby clothes and laid in her crib. Her parents watchings over. 

The proud mother, though weakened from events prior, now wore her favorite soft bathrobes. With one hand on the rail of the crib, the other gently placed on her now flatten belly. Yuki muses over how much they loved her repeatedly. One of them glazed over her shoulder.

“So.. what name did you choose for her?” they asked. Yuki sighed in frustration but could not help but giggle.

“Genesis. That’s her name”. She answered. 

Silence filled the room as the brothers were left to think. The more they thought about that specific name, the more it made sense. Yuki turns around and suddenly presents herself and waits for them to notice her, and when they do, she speaks.

“This child of ours is a dream come true. But I felt pity that you all fought over me while I was pregnant. I want to try again but make a few changes while repeating the experiences I adored, even with its flaws.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “What are you implying, Yuki?” His brothers looked at him and back at her. The new mother's response.

“From this moment henceforth, I’m willing to give my body to each and every one and carry your children at a time.” It left six of them almost flabbergasted, but Asmodeus was delighted.

“Oooh, Yuki! Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” He asked.

The edges of her lips curve into a much bigger (and shameless) smile.

“Of course! Dreams change. Now, I’ve always wanted a big family.”

Yuki’s journey started as a dying human in the woods, and now she’s become the broodmare for seven demons. In the coming years, she’ll have many, many children who will leave their marks on the three realms. Especially Yuki herself, who she’ll be known in history as…

The AkuMother.

[asmallgaycow]

I AM A GLITCHY LITTLE ROBOT AND HAPPY ABOUT IT!!!

I just discovered the Human Domestication Guide universe in the last two days thanks to a friend linking me this lovely piece by Fluxom, In Sleep We Fell. I accidentally started doing some self-reflection through the lens of the domestication process while reading another longer lovely piece by Fluxom, Abscission, and like... I'm feeling extremely happy???

Like a lot happier than I've felt in uh..... ever. I realized how mean I've been being to myself and tried to just let myself do all the silly autistic things I usually stop myself from doing. I realized the only reason I was telling people that I was self-conscious about my tics when they said they found them cute is that I thought that I should be, that no one could find my weird noises and twitches adorable, that I had to not randomly sing or make fun mouth sounds when I was at home just because I somehow thought people could hear them through my walls.

Well, guess what, past and future me?

I'm sorry for the way I treated you. I've been so focused on being kind to others that I forgot to be kind to myself. I love me, and I'll do my best to keep it that way. And if I slip up now and again, that's fine.

A mistake is not the same thing as failure.

We got this. You can do it, little floret.

[vvvoxal]

A short fic i wrote of my own spin on how vox met al