#and pregnant

[mychlapci]

Lockdown getting it into his helm that the reason Prowl can’t seem to carry to term is because he’s too skinny. He could be right or not, but he’s convinced that getting some more mesh on those struts can only help!!! Prowl’s a little resistant at first. I don’t think he naturally has much of an appetite, tbh. And he’s maybe a little scared that Lockdown won’t find him as attractive afterwards. Little does he fucking know. He finally agrees to try it under the stipulation that if Lockdown wants him eating more then he’ll be the one providing the food. Not a problem.

Prowl eats whatever Lockdown puts in front of him, when it’s put in front of him, but he’s stoic about it. Doesn’t really seem to enjoy it much. Until Lockdown gets him tied to a berth or a chair, hand-feeding him until his stomach is tight and bulging while he torments Prowl’s spike and node with a vibrator. Just giving him a little buzz for every obedient suck or swallow, tenderly filling his mouth every time it opens. Even when his skinny little partner tries to whine that he’s full. Prowl only gets to overload if he manages to finish every bite, but Lockdown will rub his sore tummy and stroke his slowly growing curves afterwards whether he succeeds or not.

Eventually it progresses from Prowl being tied down with a vibrator taped to his ‘clitties,’ as Lockdown likes to call them (filthy mouth on that mech, I just know it), to him warming Lovkdown’s spike at the table. Not allowed to rock back onto that fat, deliciously modded spike unless he’s a good bot and eats what his mech has provided. Prowl can’t help but moan when Lockdown teases him, pulling a bite away from his mouth to make him chase it. He feels too full to swallow another bite, but he does it anyway just to feel Lockdown roll his hips and tell him how gorgeous he is. He didn’t used to like this so much, but the feeling off fullness and the body worship after have changed his mind completely. He looks pregnant after some of his feedings, even though he isn’t. Belly round and taut with fuel and cum. Cradling and rubbing at it, desperately charged up as he asks so sweetly for and overload.

And it genuinely drives Lockdown crazy—probably gets to /all/ of the ‘cons—when his increasingly chubby belly begins to jiggle as he moves. They can’t stop staring at his fat aft and thick thighs as they sway almost seductively. His trim, muscular ninjabot frame is gone, leaving what looks like a fertility goddess in its wake. Prowl’s newly soft body is a point of pride for Lockdown, since ‘con culture finds having a skinny carrier shameful. Failure to provide for a mate is a major no-no. But clearly Lockdown has been putting in the work lately, because his twig of a mate has been putting on the pounds. Just look at that fat, juicy aft jiggle! It shakes when Lockdown slaps it, and it makes Prowl gasp and arch his back every time. Pussy clenching on whatever toy the bounty hunter has insisted he wear that day.

Soon Lockdown isn’t just increasing the amount of fuel Prowl takes in, he’s modifying his diet altogether. Adding in certain nutrients that are supposed to be good for fertility, vitamins and minerals to help Prowl’s changing frame get the memo. An aid for lactation here. An aphrodisiac there. Prowl knows, of course, but it the thought of it makes him so wet. He agreed to let Lockdown control his fueling, after all, and none of the results have hurt or hindered him… just made him unbearably horny.

Prowl’s tits have been growing and swelling the whole time, getting more sensitive with each specially tailored meal until they begin to leak while he’s sitting on Lockdown’s spike at the table. The bounty hunter smirks triumphantly as the wet milk begins to drip down Prowl’s chassis, silencing the bot’s whines and pleas with another mouthful of aphrodisiac oil. Lockdown tells him that he’s turning into “such a sweet, pretty little Mama for Daddy,” but that he’s missing the most important part of that equation: the baby.

His chubby little autobot mate can only whine and cry in pleasure when Lockdown takes him on the table, filling him up to the brim with load after load of cum. Swelling that belly as Prowl arches his back and tries to take him deeper. Sucking his tits dry to ensure they produce even more the next time. Desperate to get an overload after his feeding got him so charged up. Rarely used spike dripping where the head is peeking out of its sheathe. Lockdown strokes at Prowl’s clitties, teasing him about the size of his spike even though it’s a fairly standard size for Prowl’s model. The cutesy nickname always makes Prowl’s pussy gush.

Lockdown finally gets his fat little baby mama pregnant and starts calling him Mommy in public, much to Prowl’s secret pleasure. Kept stuffed full of fuel and spike when and wherever Lockdown can manage it, he continues to gain weight through the whole carriage until the baby arrives. And Lockdown couldn’t be more smug about being right, making Prowl say it over and over as he strokes his little wifey’s node until he overloads. It’s only a matter of time before Prowl begs to get pregnant again.

hmmm you know, i bet that if Prowl had left with Lockdown to become a full-fledged bounty hunter and bed-warmer, it’d quickly turn out that since Lockdown works with so many ‘Cons, using his skinny little twink to bait and seduce ‘em just won’t work… He’s gonna have to make a mommy out of him. 

I love that it’s a given on this blog that tfa Prowl is miscarriages georg. He’s too skinny to carry!! Lockdown decides to fatten him up. mhmmm Prowl getting more and more chubby the more Lockdown feeds him… plush valve squeezing his spike, fat titties bouncing, he would never think to refuse a spoonful of energon, even if he’s already full. When he’s got the thighs that can support a big, swollen belly, Lockdown decides it’s time to make his little autobot a mommy. He needs him fatter, bigger, sexier. 

Of course, I don't think Prowl loses any of his fighting skills. If Lockdown drags him along to a deal and he’s only there to be ogled, distracting all the sleazy ’Cons while Lockdown talks them into paying a higher price for the bounty, and one of them thinks they can cop a feel at the cute autobot’s jiggly thighs, they’ll be gasping on the ground under his feet in under a second. 

Prowl’s first baby is born healthy and very fat. Lockdown can’t wait to put another one into him. 

[deaddovehasbeeneaten]

How do I understand the EVA units as someone who hasn’t seen Evangelion in years. They’re made from the same stuff as the Angels but they’re modified somehow and mindless on their own. They resemble human anatomy for some reason, I assume simply because it allows them to handle human-made weapons, and are extremely resilient. They’re armored, but they’re not really mechas. Their core software is a soul extracted from a previously living woman (okay?) and this soul is kept in a dormant state of some kind, unless it “wakes” and then we deal with the “berserk” mode. (I remember a berserk EVA eating the Angel she just killed I and think that’s neat) The humans control these creatures by inserting a child who acts like a pilot directly into the body of the EVA, via the brainstem. Upon entrance, the child and the EVA are thoroughly connected to the point of sharing pain receptors, thoughts to a certain extent and I assume emotions as well. The EVAs are capable of operating without the child’s piloting but for that they need to “wake” and the child needs to be already inside. I don’t think they ever moved without anyone inside of them. Not every EVA can be operated by every child however. A certain level of affinity needs to be established. The organization that handles the EVAs (something with the German world for soul I think) creates this linking by having the actual children of the women whose souls they put into the EVAs (what) be the pilots. But there are alternative methods as well. The pilot has to be a child though (what the hell sure).

[wouteke]

jappe shapes for the new season <3

[azrielsdove]

i am so sorry i have been so uninspired and hate everything i write 😭 to everyone who sent me requests like a month ago i love u and i’m working on them but i am so unhappy with everything i do i just end up deleting it all 💀 i want to write and then i go to and it’s all TERRIBLE

[loveanddeepdick]

ᯓ★ babydaddy!toji would never admit that he got jealous when you were around guys your age. he’d never get insecure, no, but he felt a deep pang of jealously in his chest. like he prayed that he had been born later so he could be more similar to you. your relationship with him was complicated. you were dating on and off but finally just settled as friends with benefits (who took care of a ridiculously cute baby together).

your parents often asked you why you dated a guy who was less than a decade away from being your father. your friends did the same too, not seeing the appeal in being with a “broke old man”. you never understood why toji just scoffed and looked away. it was out of character since he’d usually just cuss people out.

babydaddy!toji who let his jealousy show a little too much when you ran into an old high school friend of yours while you were out shopping. toji had to piss and you were waiting outside when he came up to you. shit, you didn’t even recognize him at first and the conversation was merely small talk but when toji came out, he had his arm around your waist, his hands coming down a little too low.

“this is your uh.. boyfriend, yeah?”, you friend asked, his eyes immediately going to the hand on your waist. most people just assumed you were single again.

“you could say that..”, you sheepishly replied, trying to swat toji’s hand away.

“tsk why’re you acting like i didn’t just dick you down and you didn’t carry my baby, ma? course you’re mine”, toji scoffed, looking away.

your eyes dart from your friend’s to his and it finally clicked. he was jealous. with a small smile, you excused yourself and tugged on the hem of toji’s shirt, signaling him to walk out to his car. the walk there was filled with short protests from him and silence from you. of course, he didn’t mean it, he loved this kind of attention from you. as you got to his car you rummaged through his pants pocket to grab his keys—not being shy to graze his dick—and unlocked the car.

babydaddy!toji who’d never admit he was jealous, even when you two were making out in the middle of a mall parking lot with your hand on his crotch.

“admit it, you still—ah, you still love me and you were jealous”

“course i fuckin love you—fuck yeah,keep your hand there—we’re long over, ma. didn’t you say we were just friends with benefits?”

“you’re avoiding the question, toji”

he had his hands all over you at this point, tugging at your shirt but you pulled away and furrowed your eyebrows.

“admit that you were jealous, old perv”

“fuck—fine. i was jealous. i hate seeing you with men younger than me. makes me feel old. happy now, doll?”, he leaned in again, grabbing your face as you kissed back with a smirk.

“yeah, i’m elated”, you grinned, trailing your hand up to play with his dark happy trail and dipping it in his sweatpants.

“don’t be a fuckin brat, ma. m’gonna give you a second snotty little shit if you keep this up”, toji growled, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck and onto your collarbone

“yeah?“, you smirked, tangling your fingers in his hair as you guided him down, “keep that promise and maybe we’ll get married”

babydaddy!toji who was definitely going to take you in the backseat for hours. fuck driving home.

babydaddy!toji who nearly died at the spot from the news of you being pregnant not with just one baby, but twins. you ended the year with a ring and a freshly painted nursery.

[stargirlrchive]

simon’s work wife

one — two — three — four

people start calling u simon’s work wife and he takes it literally. starts referring to you as the ‘missus’, your cheeks warming as his heavy hand rest on your hips to pull you into him.

he’s snarling at one of the recruits that stared at you a little too long for his liking, caging you in against his big ass frame. that same recruit later coming to you a stuttering mess, apologizing because he didn’t know you were married.

you aren’t, but you’re too shocked to comment on it.

and when you confront simon he just shrugs his shoulders lazily, staring at you with darkened eyes as he mumbles, “ya’ didn’t deny it.”

it ends with you moving in, you aren’t sure how it started—or if you were even in an actual relationship but everywhere and anywhere you go he’s calling you his wife.

[justcatposts]

Pregnante cat walk.

(Source)

[cryrovo]

WHAT I GOTTA SAY TO GET A PIECE OF THAT?!

art by: mossmaybe1 on twt

[forecast0ctopus]

give that man some kittens posthaste

[mooreaux]

Love Undying

[owlfluffy]

my type is hot single dads actually

[deliciouswitchcupcake]

Dm if you’re ready for a session

[an-android-in-a-tutu]

Everyone on earth has a moral imperative to do everything in their power to get Castiel Supernatural pregnant and liking or reblogging this post means you have agreed to do your part. Good luck soldier and Put A Baby In Him.

[mistressbaozi]

don’t you just loooove my big soft belly? 🥰

[ohagi-bites]

is that a fucking SLUT I see?