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choslut · 5 months ago

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˖ ࣪ ، ◞ せ⌇ BABY MOMMA. featuring k. nanami.

↻ there’s nothing nanami wants more in the world than to make you a mommy, and give you his beautiful kids.

tags : breeding kink, creampie, mommy kink (if you squint), messy sex, pet names, feral nanami, marathon sex, lactation + pregnancy (fantasized), ovulation cycle // wc. 0.9k

author’s note : sorry this one’s a lil late, i’ve been busy with theme changes and real life is throwing a million and one hurdles at me and i just can’t keep up 😞 you can't tell me that nanami wouldn't be a massive family man, so here i have him completely desperate to start a family with you and give you his babies. notes and reblogs are always appreciated, and check out my masterlist for non-event based works <3 !!

this work is NSFW. minors and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT.

it’s been hours. hours since nanami even proposed the idea of trying for kids, and now, it’s all he can fucking think about.

it’s all you can think about too, given the fact that he’s fucked you out of your mind, legs numb from being in missionary for as long as you remember with nanami plunging in and out of you, the tip of his cock nudging your cervix with every single thrust.

it’s repetitive. it’s addicting.

“hah- kento, can’t take no more…” your voice is a sheepish babble, nails digging into his back as tears stream down your face. “ ‘s too much, ken, please–“

nanami grunts in your ear, hips never ceasing movement as he ruts into you. “g’na have to, sweetheart. this one’s gotta take.”

he said that about the last one, and the one before that, and the one before that… and fuck, you can’t keep up with how many times he’s said it because he’s been going at it for so long with only one goal in mind.

he’s gonna give you kids. he’s gonna make you a mommy, and you’re gonna raise his kids with him as his wife.

it’s all he’s ever wanted. it’s all he’s ever dreamed of, and when he watches you lounge around the house wearing nothing but a bra and his oversized dress shirt and a wedding ring fit snugly on your finger, he really can’t stop himself from imagining what you would look like with a swollen tummy, breasts spilling out of that same bra.

“g’na give you my kids baby…” he’s rambling half out of his ass, his brain scrambled by pure need. “gonna make my girl a mommy. you’re gonna be a great mommy, aren't you?”

he’s brought up the topic before. it was never anything serious, just asking you what you would prefer and never really thinking of his own volition. you had always agreed with him wholeheartedly, and it would somehow lead to the two of you cooing over baby clothes and strollers but never anything more.

nanami is fucking sick of it. he’s sick of fawning over the idea and not doing anything about it. sure, you’ve made love a couple of times, but it never held any true intent, focusing on the pure need to give each other pleasure.

well, now, nanami needs more than pleasure. he needs to see you with that swollen tummy and those massive leaky tits, and there’s only one way to do that; fucking you within an inch of your life and cumming in your cunt until it finally takes.

“kento–“ you seemingly haven’t gotten bored of it yet, despite having been at it for over two hours. your back still arches with every bump to your cervix, nails still raking down his back as his sweaty chest squashes your own. “this one’s gonna take, promise.”

“i can’t be sure of that,” he states matter-of-factly. “although your tracker says you’re ovulating, we can’t just trust that once or twice will be enough.” is he sure of this fact? no, but he is sure that you feel too damn good to stop, even though he’s already finished inside of you enough times to guarantee your pregnancy ten times over.

you just look so beautiful beneath him. you wear the radiance of sex extremely well, eyes fogged over and mouth hanging open as your steamy pants echo in his ear. you’re borderline intoxicating, and that’s why nanami can’t stop, even though he knows you need him to before you pass out.

“look at me, angel. i wanna see you.” you weakly turn your cheek away from the pillow and look up at him, lips stained a gorgeous red and swollen from his kisses. “you’re gonna be such a pretty momma.”

your eyelids flutter and your back arches weakly as you cum again for the final time, garbled moans of nanami’s name flooding from your throat. despite the longevity of your session, your cunt still manages to squeeze around him impossibly, and nanami groans deeply, arms sliding around your hips as you pulls you forward to meet his thrusts.

“kentooo…”

“i know, baby, i know.” the sheets are soiled with your sweat and his, and the tight clampdown of your walls propels him to cum one final time, hips flush against your twitching clit as he pumps you full.

you both stay like that for a beat, nanami folded over your twitching body before he finally pulls out slowly, and when he does, the sight he’s met with is so incredibly dirty that he can barely believe he was the one to reduce you to such a mess. “oh, angel…”

copious amounts of his release flood from your cunt, leaving a translucent pool on your sheets. whilst he absolutely loves the sight and wishes to brand it on the forefront of his brain, nanami’s goal is still clear as day.

he leans down and kisses your overstimulated clit, fingers dancing around your twitchy hole and gathering up his release before pushing it back inside with a curl of his fingers that makes you want to scream.

“can’t waste any, my dear, or it might not take, remember?” when he looks up at you from in between your trembling thighs, the look on his face is nothing short of depraved, blonde strands of hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks stained red with excitement.

“can’t wait to see my girl become a mommy.”

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gutlessbarbara · 5 days ago

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; ( 𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 )

— 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⌞ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; in which you live a

domestic life with your girlfriend Sevika ⌝

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) ; 18+ content, breeding kink,

¿house wife? kink, cursing, LESBIAN SEX (SHOCK)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 3k

𝐀/𝐍 ; I wrote this while ovulating enjoy, PLUS THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT PLZ BE GENTLE WITH ME IM LEARNING 😞 also i made the reader Hispanic since i wrote this back in December during la posada 😜😻

🩹🍮☆

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝

— 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟐𝟕

A pair of golden watchful eyes followed your figure cladded in a soft-feeling apron, a delicate pattern of flowers adorning each corner of the fabric. The softer shades of brown and pink represented the tranquility, hope, and warmth that your presence brought to the homely abode that once lacked color and life.

Large cracks and ugly patches with different shades of grey decorated the run-down walls of the apartment; unmistakable years of negligence littered each corner and yet, numerous Polaroids hung from threads with colorful wooden clippers that were decorated by your hands. It was a clutter of goofy faces, smiles, and mundane moments frozen into a single frame. Yet, they were organized with titles and dates — one with a grumpy Sevika covered in white frosting titled: 'Vika's birthday, tricked her into biting the cake. Amongst the rows of photos is another one where Sevika is asleep, her bigger body sprawled on the couch while a small black-and-white fur-ball was snuggled against her chest. The picture is titled My sweet babies are getting along — October 23, 20xx.

Cuddles is the said fur-ball; at the time, he was a kitty the size of your palm. You took him in after finding him in the streets alone and shivering. Sevika was against the idea of raising the kitty, claiming that he would grow into a lazy and troublesome cat. It turns out, she was the one who named him due to his clingy nature and grew attached to the feline (even though she denies it). She constantly fusses over it, spoiling the cat with toys and treats.

Speaking of Cuddles, the tomcat — now larger and stronger — has been sitting on the far edge of the counter for the last forty minutes. Normally, he would've been climbing onto shelves, sniffing Sevika's tools or her precious bottles of whiskey but instead, he remains vigilant with his posture stiff and his gaze unwavering. His black, furry tail moved from side to side like a sweeper. Naive eyes would've assumed that he was guarding you, his stance resembling a warrior ready to fight off any threats. Still, instead, he was being a cunning little shit, waiting for the perfect moment for you to get distracted so his slick paws can take him to the stove and sniff what you were making.

Moments later, the rusty hinges of the front door creak loudly, the sharp sound easily cutting through the soft melody of your favorite song playing on the radio. Then, a frustrated grunt followed by a pair of heavy footsteps repeatedly stump inside, the quick movement shaking the thin walls. Light sprinkles of snow dusted Sevika's dark locks of hair, reminding you of grated coconut on chocolate cake. The instant her eyes lock with yours, the tension and exhaustion that weigh heavily on her shoulders are lifted with a single smile that graces your beautiful features.

To others, the action meant nothing but to Sevika, it meant everything.

Seeing the excitement and joy in your eyes when she walked through that same door every night warmed her heart. It made her feel special, desired, and loved. It was hard to believe she was wrapped in a colorless world of solitude and loneliness years ago. In the past, before she met you, she had her fair share of flings and hookups here and there, different women who would kill to take her to bed, but they were meaningless — just a way to blow off some steam. The momentary pleasure she gained from those moments didn't compare to the ticklish flutter in her chest whenever your lips met her cheek.

You were the embodiment of sunshine, your rays brightening her life.

Wildflowers and rain are the first things that come to mind when she buries her nose in your hair, inhaling deeply while her well-toned arms wrap around your waist, molding your smaller body into hers. A cheeky grin momentarily grows on her lips, the cool surface of her mechanical fingers sneaking under your shirt and awakening a rush of goosebumps over your skin. Her movements are deliberate and slow, tracing up-and-down your spine and then slowly making its way downward until reaching your butt. She elicits a small squeak from you when she firmly grips it.

"I missed you," Sevika mumbles between the crook of your neck, her voice sounding needy and tired.

"I missed you, too," you say, your hands cupping her cheeks. Your thumbs create soothing circles against her cheeks, your soft and warm skin is a stark contrast to her dry skin that was caused by the winter air. She lets out a content sigh, her tensed muscles relaxing when you lean in, using your tip-toes to plant a kiss on her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her scars, and then her lips...

"I made your favorite," you whisper after pulling back, your radiant smile easily making her further melt into your embrace. Her lips turn into a ghost of a smile, her eyes half-lidded and her eye-bags more prominent. Her feet were aching from standing all day, running around the lanes from corner to corner and finalizing Silco's deals, but she lets you guide her toward the kitchen, her hand engulfing yours. The instant she steps foot inside, she feels like she got slapped in the face with an intense aroma of sweetness and warm spices that make her stomach rumble loudly like a lion, and her mouth waters when she removes the lid from the medium-sized pot, revealing a steamy sight of barbacoa.

"Smells d—"

"Cuddles!"

Sevika's eyes snap towards your figure, zooming towards the counter, your heart leaping with panic and annoyance. A clump of thick, black fur comes in contact with your hands, your grip tightening when Cuddles begins to violently thrash around, letting out a series of high-pitched meows of protest. Like tape, a piece of cilantro sticks to his wet nose.

"Take your spoiled son," you say, handing the heavy cat to Sevika who obliges with a grin. Her human arm removes the green herb, flicking it away much to your annoyance.

"He's not my son," she grunts, trying to sound stern but the small curve on her lips betray her true feelings. "Come on, let's let Mama finish dinner," she shoots a playful grin in your direction, her tone mocking yet affectionate.

With the cat coddling against her chest and purring loudly, she settles on a chair by the dining table, her eyes watching as you go from kneading dough to chopping onions, your hands working skillfully. Every time she noticed the little things you did when focused: the way your tongue would stick out, your brows knitting together, and your little quirks. She can't help but admire your dedication and patience in cooking. Sure, she knew the basics. She's able to enter a kitchen without burning it down (unlike Jinx), but she didn't have the patience you did. After a while, Sevika placed down Cuddles and approached you from behind again, her arms snaking around your waist while leaning her chin against your shoulder. Her nose takes in the wonderful scent of sweetness and spiciness produced by the citrusy perfume of guavas and cinnamon.

How she got lucky with someone like you was the mystery that kept her up every night when she rested against your chest.

"Is it almost done?" questions Sevika, her breath having a faint scent of tobacco and mint. She watches you stir the golden liquid inside the pot and then sprinkle sugar and cinnamon on the fried dough shaped like a flying disk. Buñuelos and ponche. Zaunites rarely celebrate any kind of holiday, especially Christmas. Yet, within the four walls of your shared apartment, you'd bring warmth and joy with the recipes passed down from generation to generation in your family — the tradition staying alive regardless of the circumstances. Thus, every year, during the holidays, since the start of your relationship, you spoil your hard-working girlfriend with food from your culture.

"Almost," you reassure with a small peck to her cheek. The simplicity of the moment was everything Sevika wanted. A loving girlfriend and even a cat to come back every night.

Soon enough, the woman sits in front of a plate that is deliciously organized with rice and barbacoa. The shredded strands of meat are soaked in consome while pieces of onions and cilantro are sprinkled on top with precision. Squeezing a lemon across the food, she quickly picks up her tortilla and begins to dig in, her bites quick and messy.

"Don't eat like an animal," you tease, a snicker leaving your lips as you reach to clean the corner of her mouth. Her only response is a glare of annoyance, but she slows down, letting out a small moan of satisfaction as the flavors attack her taste buds. With each bite, she reaches for her cup and takes sips from the steamy liquid enjoying the mixture of sugar and spiciness. Three plates later she sighs, her hunger satisfied. A sheepish yet smug smile crosses her features as she watches you reach for the plate, your eyebrows raising in astonishment at the sight of no smudges. The plate was utterly clean even after three servings.

"You're like a vacuum," you say with amusement written on your face which earns a swat on your butt from Sevika. With a giggle, you head back inside the kitchen and call out, "The buñuelos are in the container if you still want dessert."

Sevika doesn't say anything, but you hear the sound of the chair scraping against the floor followed by her footsteps leaving the dining room and then a soft meow from Cuddles, presumably getting disturbed by her. Afterwards, you can faintly hear Sevika mutter something and then the door of your shared bedroom closes. For a moment, the only noise emitted is the soft clink of utensils and the flowing water from the tap. Suddenly, you feel a shiver run down your spine. You look over your shoulder to see Sevika towering over you with a mischievous smirk.

"I'm ready for dessert," she mutters with a husky voice that carries a hint of neediness; her eyes are half-lidded and she leans closer until her nose barely touches yours. Up close, you can see her eyes evolving into a softer shade under the dim light of the kitchen, but you can sense that something else was bubbling beneath—desire, lust, longing, and greediness. You felt like prey under her hungry gaze, your body reacting sinfully and craving her touch. Her bigger, calloused hand grips your hip, her thumb teasing the fabric of your apron, before roughly pulling you back until your ass is pressed against her crotch.

Your breath hitches when you feel something hard that isn't supposed to be there. She purposely rubs herself against you and you put one plus one: she is wearing her favorite strap-on under her cargo pants, ready to spill inside you.

"You've been good to me," she murmurs, her breath fanning against your face. She moved her hand up and down, creating friction before moving dangerously low and settling on one of your thighs. She plants a kiss on the side of your throat, her nails faintly scratching against the exposed skin, gently torturing you with her deliberate movements. In a matter of seconds, she achieves what she wants, transforming you into a trembling mess of neediness. "Waiting for me like a good little housewife. Cooking, cleaning, and pleasing me. I think you deserve a reward. Don't you think, baby?"

"Sev, I need to finish—"

Your breathy words are cut off by Sevika roughly sinking her teeth into the base of your throat. Instinctively, you throw your head back granting her more access and your vocal cords produce a small moan. Her hand on your thigh starts moving the hem of your skirt, bunching the fabric and exposing your skin to the cool air. She grips the edge of your panties with her pointer and middle finger, teasing the skin on your ass with her nails.

"We'll deal with the mess later," she whispers before spinning you around and pinning you against the counter. She is like a wild animal marking her territory; greedily kissing and biting the skin of your collarbone until small purple and red spots blossom. A shaky moan escapes your lips when she lifts your thigh and begins to grind against your clothed core. Your hands settle on her shoulders. You could easily see stars, the entire constellation drunkenly clouding your mind while a familiar dance of butterflies forms in the pit of your stomach. A cocky smirk grows on her lips, deliciously enjoying the whimpers and moans she was producing from your mouth.

Quickly, she lifts you and your legs spontaneously wrap around her waist and your arms around her neck. The cool surface of her metal fingers against your thigh alleviated the heat spreading through your body. Pots and pans loudly crash into the sink and once it is clear, Sevika doesn't waste a second in setting you down and lowering herself until she is face to face with your thighs.

"Sev..." you drew out your words in between pants, your eyes watching as Sevika lifted your skirt to your hips and hooked her fingers on the hem of your panties. Her smirk only grew when she noticed the damped spot that hinted at your arousal.

"Lift your hips for me, pretty girl," she commands, and you oblige. The fabric slides down your legs until you are left bare before Sevika's eyes. Your heart violently thumps against your ribcage, and your nervousness and embarrassment mix in an unpleasant cocktail that urges you to close your legs. She looks up and her smirk transforms into a soft smile that reassures your insecurities.

"You are so beautiful," she whispers, her thumb drawing circles on your inner thigh while her mechanical hand holds your hip. "You are the most gorgeous girl and I don't intend on sharing you. Don't forget that, sweet girl."

Her words make your heart flutter and she doesn't give you a chance to answer because her head dives in and her tongue begins to lap at your aching heat while plunging a finger inside your dripping hole. She moves with precision, her tongue working skillfully against your clit while her thick finger makes languid ministrations, making your brain foggy with desire and drawing out filthy moans from you. She groans against your cunt when your fingers entangle themselves in her hair, making a mess of her like she is doing with you.

“S-sev.. s-shit," your words come out as a breathy whisper, your mouth hanging open as you throw your head back and your grip tightening on Sevika's head. Your breaths come out in sharp, short gasps, her warm skin against yours making you delirious. Her cold metal hand grips your thigh before hoisting it over her shoulder, her excitement bubbling in the pit of her stomach as she stared up at you through her lashes. Her pale grey eyes are big and twinkling with joy like a cute puppy wagging its tail after getting a treat. In this case, the treat was you. And she was enjoying every second of it.

Suddenly, Sevika adds another finger and your body tenses up, a louder moan climbing out of your throat and vibrating across the walls of the kitchen. Her tongue delves deeper, her wet strokes sloppy yet precise, sucking the bundle of nerves like a woman starved. Your breathing grows heavy and her name pours out of your lips in between soft, keening moans like a prayer, prompting her to increase her pace. She curls her fingers, seeking that sweet spot that would hit the jackpot while her prosthetic fingers sneak under your shirt and caress the soft flesh of your stomach. Her touch conveys her devotion and possessiveness over you — silently telling you that you are hers. Her sweet, loving housewife.

The sensations are phenomenal and you're on the verge of erupting like a volcano, your tummy taut with tension, your hips desperately rocking against her face and your eyes rolling back, but Sevika abruptly pulls back, evoking a whimper of protest.

"W-why... did you stop?" your breathing is ragged and you can't help but let your annoyance bleed into your words as you look at Sevika through half-lidded eyes. Your hands fall off her head when she rises to her full height, her smirk never faltering as she holds eye contact. Her confidence is radiating off her like heat from a fire and she boldly brings her fingers slicked with your arousal to her mouth, licking and moaning like if it's a 5-star meal. You are left in stunned silence, your eyes wide and your face heating up with embarrassment.

“You taste like cherries," she teases, her voice rough and slightly breathless. She leans in and captures your lips, her tongue swiping against your lips and demanding entrance. When you don't, her prosthetic hand harshly grips your waist and with her free hand, she roughly cups one of your breasts through your shirt and pinches your nipple in between her fingers earning a startled gasp from your pretty lips. She is quick to take the opportunity and invade the sweet cavern of your mouth, exploring and dominating each corner until you can taste yourself.

The moment she pulls away, a string of saliva connects the both of you. It was alluring how her chest rapidly rose and fell, her lips parted and her hair messy. She quickly steps back and reaches for the back of her shirt. Her hand grips the neckline and tosses it to the side. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of your girlfriend's toned stomach and sports bra, her cargo pants hanging loosely on her hips and giving you a glimpse of the harness of the strap secured on top of her boxers. As soon as she is near you again, your hands act accordingly and softly press against her abdomen, inching down, exploring each curve of a muscle like if it's the first time. Your fingertips brush against the fuzzy path of hair that travel from her belly button and downwards.

"Oh my god... Sev, please," you plea hungrily as you shift on the counter, your thighs pressing together and trying to get some friction, but your cunt is desperately aching for her cock. "I need you... please..."

"I know, baby," she says, letting out a small groan when you start gripping the edge of her boxers, desperate to unleash her. "Pull them down, sweetheart. Help me..."

Your hands get to work, greedily gripping the soft material of her boxers and ripping them down along with her cargo pants and a thick, purple silicone toy successfully springs up from the confinements. She smiles, her eyes half-lidded and her fingers tenderly touch your sensitive, wet folds, feeling your puffy clit. "You're so ready for my cock, babygirl. You want me to fill you up, don't you?"

Her words only add to the arousal that is dripping from your lonely pussy—practically drooling for her cock—and you eagerly nod, letting out a soft, needy whimper.

“By the end of the night, you'll be pregnant with my child," she says it as a promise, grinning wickedly, her words fueling your excitement and desire that is bubbling under your skin like a cauldron. A part of you yearned for her words to magically become a reality; to one day carry her flesh and blood; to witness your belly grow with her seed; to feel her baby move and kick inside you. Suddenly, the image is clear: a cute little girl with Sevika's beautiful dark skin color, her eyes wide and glittering with curiosity. You could already picture her with Cuddles, running around the house, causing trouble and giggling. You could see her running towards the door, jumping into Sevika's arms and clinging onto her—

A loud, startled yelp crawls out your throat when Sevika roughly snatches you from the kitchen counter, your body light-weight in her strong grip.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good, mamas," the title is a teasing remark to annoy you, her hand pushing you forward until you are bending, your stomach resting against the cool surface of the counter and your ass up in the air. With a single finger she collects your arousal, her touch gingerly teasing you folds that made you whine, your eyes shutting close and your brain melting with the heat of your desire. "You ready, baby? Because I sure as hell am."

"Oh my god, Sev," you breathe out. You wanted to say shut up and put it inside, but you bite your tongue, letting your girlfriend take her sweet time like the world isn't ending. Her prosthetic fingers grasp your hair, roughly yanking your head back, making you look at her. A wide smirk was plastered over her lips, her eyes dark with desire and dominance. "I'm gonna fuck you till you pass out and can't walk tomorrow. Because that's what an obedient housewife deserves, right? To be treated right, to be filled up after a lonely day."

Her words come out as a growl, running a hand over your ass before squeezing it and giving it a light smack that makes you yelp. Slowly, she guides the tip through your folds, the silicone texture teasing you and making your legs tremble with both anticipation and impatience. Minutes later, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated through the walls, your moans coming out in soft, short gasps while the floor creaked under Sevika’s boots. Her grunts and heavy breathing tickled your ears, soothing you into a cloud of bliss.

“F-fuck, I can’t—“

“Yes, you can,” Sevika grunts, pulling harsher on your hair, making you cry out in pleasure. “You can carry my babies, right, sweetheart? Say yes, please.”

Your mind was hazy, your vision blurry with tears and your mouth hanging open as you continue to stare up at her while she pounds into you from behind.

“Y-yes, I will…”

Sevika grins, beads of sweat forming in her brow as she pushes deeper with each thrust.

“You are even more beautiful like this,” Sevika says in between heavy pants, her teeth gritting together and her grip on your hair and hip tightening as you clench around her.

At the end of the night, the mess in the kitchen was left untouched, your body immobile and her cum mixed with your own dripping down your thighs. Her heavier body presses against your own, her heavy breathing tickling your neck.

“I love you, baby,” she whispers softly into your ear, her bigger hand resting on your stomach. “I am so grateful to be able to call you mine.”

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dipperscavern · 5 months ago

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dippy I'm in absolute need of more father!cregan🙏🙏 I'm ovulating and I can't stop thinking about giving him a whole litter of pups babies that hang from his arms like monkeys😞 + he'd be sooo doting ughh I'm unwell

ykw you’re so real cause i’m always in need of father cregan.

you already have two pups & are pregnant with your third, and even worse, you’d give him as many as he asks for :( cause he’s so dad. watching him teach your two boys how to shoot a bow an arrow, correcting their form as they focus on their target. your other boy, waiting for cregans instruction, smiling n waving when he sees you watching. you have a hand on your stomach, and wave back with a smile of your own (your boys adore you and cregan)

and your boys tell you alllll about it during supper. recounting with big grins on their faces how they almost got the center twice, and didn’t miss once. apparently, they almost killed a rabbit — & they give all credit to their teacher.

n cregan tells you about how it really went after you tuck your boys in for bed, and you’re readying yourself for sleep. how a rabbit scampered by and scared one so bad he yelped and dropped his bow entirely. but even so, they didn’t do terribly. one has lots of natural talent, and cregan even thinks he could make a fine archer one day :( <3

#dippys asks #house of the dragon #cregan stark #cregan stark x reader #father!cregan #sorry this is lowkey ass #i’m multitasking but just had to get this out

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merakiui · 11 months ago

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ruggie - starving rn. lemme feast between your legs.

Reader - sorry cant 😞 im on my period right now

Ruggie - even better ill be over in 5 mins

Reader - 😳

Ruggie who eats you out like you’re his final meal… orz he doesn’t care about the mess as he enthusiastically laps at your folds and tastes your blood on his tongue. He doesn’t say much while he’s buried between your thighs, aside from making the occasional pleased hum or groan. You have no idea how crazy you drive him when he’s sober. Just a while back he caught scent of you when you were ovulating and it completely threw him off! All he could think about was fucking you because you smelled so good, more so than usual, and he didn’t think it was possible to top your lovely scent. >_< there is no logic to be found in a horny beastman’s brain. It’s just instinct and the carnal desire to breed.

Hehe imagine gasping so loudly and throwing your head back as you grind against his face. Even though he’s drunk, it still feels like pure skill. He knows just where to touch you and when, grinding his thumb down into your clit while stuffing his tongue inside your tight, gummy walls. Maybe he alternates at some point, replacing his tongue with fingers while he sucks at your clit. And he rocks his hips against the bed to get some friction for his painfully hard dick.

He’s just so insatiable! Ruggie doesn’t want to stop now. Even when you’re grabbing at his hair and crying out in overstimulation, no matter how many times you’ve already came, he can’t bring himself to stop. You taste too good. You sound too sweet. It’s addictive.

You yank his head up and away from your slick pussy to look at him, and his eyes are blown so side and his mouth is shiny with your blood. He’s just so dazed, actually drunk but also drunk off you and your taste and smell.

Next time you’re ever on your period and want to do this again, just send him a text. He’ll be over in an instant. <3

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #tw: periods #tw: period sex

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junicult · 2 years ago

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Could you write about what it’s like when the bachelors and the farmer decide to try for a baby? Either the conversation they have about it or when they actually TRY 😉. Or both… No pressure tho! I love your work!

!! trying for a baby with the bachelors.

contains ; fem!farmer. nsfw! fluffff <33. talk of children / pregnancy. mostly talk, not much smut. some smut in harvey’s, sam’s, & alex’s. farmer wears a dress. breeding kink. not proofread! i’ll add more tags later & i apologize this is a bit rushed :,

harvey.

- alright so i basically talked all abt this on my last post,

- but i’ll happily elaborate further.

- first of all, this man dreams of being a father.

- he’s always wanted to be one, and may i just say he’d be the best father?? hello???

- if u don’t agree ur lying.

- so i wanna say the topic of children was first brought up when you were only dating.

- “would you ever want to have kids one day?” you ask, and it wasn’t so blunt that he was blindsided, but he was still a little taken aback by the question.

- standing next to you in his kitchen, mixing breakfast on the stove while you sat on the counter.

- he only looks at you for a sec, because ever the overthinker he is, he’s afraid he’ll say the wrong thing.

- “yes, i do. one day.” he feels the need to specify, before looking back down at the pan to avoid eye contact.

- he doesn’t see your smile, or the way you softly chuckle at his action.

- “me too. one day.”

- and now he feels beyond excited. so excited that he starts to grin without even realizing it.

- i feel like that’s as far as the conversation went for now, you changing the topic to breakfast and starting to get plates together while he displayed it all.

- but ofc the thought would always stay in the back of his mind.

- bc now, when you’re married and it’s actually clear that you would want him to be the father of your child, it’s easier to have the conversation without feeling worried abt rejection. for him, at least.

- i feel like it happens one night after work, and you’re both a little exhausted and just want to be together.

- ur all clean and full after showering and eating together, just spending time w one another before u finally finish up ur tiring day in bed.

- “do you want to try for a baby?” you ask.

- my fav part abt all of this is that u always ask at the most unexpected times.

- but he’s not as shocked this time around, cus he was literally thinking the same thing.

- “do you want to?” lmfao.

- “i do. i think we’re ready.”

- say no more, cus he’s absolutely ready.

- i mean, he’s literally been ready for the last like 15 years of his life so…yeah.

- i mentioned this my last post, but i’m gonna say it again. to really get the message across.

- ur married to a doctor. ur abt to try for a baby with a DOCTOR.

- ur not just gonna fuck until you make a baby. unfortunately 😞

- he’s gonna help you figure out ur ovulation schedule. and if you aren’t for a while, obviously you’re not just gonna stop having sex, but you’re not going to be actively trying as hard until you’re ovulating.

- and when u finally aarreee 😊😊😊

- tehehehe.

- imagine he comes home from spending like the entire day in the clinic, and he’s so tired and all he wants to do is be with you.

- like he’s literally spent the last three or so hours thinking about burying his face in the crook of your neck and just holding you.

- so picture his excitement when you finished up your work super quick, made dinner, and you tell him ur ovulating liikkeeeee.

- suddenly he’s forgotten all about his annoying day.

- his arms wrap around your waist, lifting you ever so slightly to meet his height while your lips are already molded together.

- try to tell me he wouldn’t lift u bridal style to take u to the bedroom. just try.

- hands softly running up and down your body underneath your layers of clothes, kisses trailing down to your neck and collar while he piece by piece helps you out of them.

- “love these lips, these cheeks, these ears,” he whispers all the while emphasizing each feature with a kiss.

- he’s so handsy, and he won’t let you hear the end of his praise.

- prep prep prep prep prepppppps you.

- he’s so grateful to be able to have you like this, ofc he’s going to make the most of it.

- plus, statistically, a female orgasm increases the chances of pregnancy.

- it wouldn’t hurt to up the chances by giving you a few, now would it?

sam.

- for sam, being a father wasn’t really something he spent so much time dwelling on.

- like, it’d just be a passing thought in his mind before he fell asleep,

- occasionally wondering what it’d be like to have a wife and kids, but not something he’d want to act on for at least a few years.

- he never found himself thinking about that kind of stuff, until he met you.

- and sure, you were both young, but the more he spent time with you, the longer he fell in love with you, the thought would continue to pop up way more often.

- he started to really think about it after seeing you interact with vincent.

- how his little brother would come running into your arms the minute you knocked on the door, excitedly latching onto you as his way of saying hello.

- “hey kiddo, how’s it been?” as if you didn’t see him literally yesterday.

- but that doesn’t matter, bc the way you ruffle his hair, entertaining his all-over-the-place conversation without even a hint of annoyance—makes sam feel all sputtery inside.

- it’s like vincent would be your main priority until he finished up telling you whatever it was he wanted you to know, and then you’d turn and greet your boyfriend with a small kiss on the cheek.

- like sam was secondary to the rest of his family, bc not to mention, you were also a sweetheart to jodi.

- vincent absolutely adored you. he’d always bother sam about you, asking when you’d come over or if he could tag along on your dates.

- i feel like his breaking point (if u will) was when he came home from work one day to see all three of you in his kitchen.

- his mom was teaching you how to make some special dish, and you had vincent propped on your back so he could watch.

- “sorry! i forgot you were working today but jodi just told me to wait here, and we kinda lost track of time.” you justify, face pinching in worry at his silence.

- that’s the exact moment it all clicked for him.

- he stayed dreadfully quiet while jodi finished up teaching you, and each moment you were growing increasingly worried.

- it wasn’t until you finally had alone time, and you immediately started gushing apologies when you stepped into his room.

- “i’m so sorry, sam, i didn’t mean to make it awkward for you, but your mom wanted to show me something and i was excited to learn and i dunno, i just forgot about—“

- “i wanna get married to you.”

- gn.

- you just blink back in awe, unsure of how to respond bc WHAT a bomb to drop rn.

- “…you do?”

- “so bad. i love you so much, i really want to be your husband.”

- so of course you ask him, “where is this coming from? i thought you were mad at me?”

- he just cups his hands on your cheeks, shaking his head. “are you kidding? how could i ever be mad at you spending time with my family?”

- and when he realizes you didn’t say anything, he goes all quiet and he’s like, “…do you wanna marry me?”

- duh.

- and so the topic of kids doesn’t follow long after, when you both mutually agree you want them, but at least not for a while.

- neither of u act on it until like a year after u get married.

- “vincent was asking about you. says he misses you and wants us to come over for dinner soon.” sam says, recapping his day while you wash your body beside him.

- btw, i like to think he waits until whenever u need to shower to shower with u.

- why? idk.

- anyways,

- “i’ll go visit him tomorrow. i miss the little guy,” you giggle.

- for him, he misses the way he’d see you interact with his little brother. how sweet, and kind you were. how you’d always include him in things, and despite him being a child, you didn’t really treat him as one.

- sure, you knew better then to say certain things around him, but when it came to all of you being in the same room together, you made sure he wasn’t forgotten about.

- he knows you’d be a great mother.

- “i wish we had a baby.” he blurts, a little frown on his face as he rinses the soap out of his hair.

-“really?”

- it’s not like it’s a foreign topic, but it’s still a little unexpected.

- “yeah! they’d have your hair and my eyes. with your cheeks, and cute nose.”

- he’s so cute i’m sobbing.

- you can’t help but grin at him as he goes on about how many kids he wants, and what they’d be named, and how they’d look.

- “yeah, i know vincent has jas but how cool would it be if he had another little buddy in town?”

- “i didn’t think you wanted kids yet?”

- “well, that was a year ago. we just haven’t really talked about it since.” he shrugs, and you can’t help but kiss his cute, rosy cheek.

- so from now on, ur gonna try for a baby🫡

- it’s definitely not as thought out as harvey.

- yeah, u guys are just gonna fuck until it works LMAO.

- but dare i say, you’ve never enjoyed sex like this.

- you’re all hot and sweaty, naked, hair clinging to your neck and staggered breaths all over his lips.

- “nggh, fuck, sam—feels s’good…” moaning into his mouth while he does the same, hips meeting yours at a eye-rolling pace.

- he’s already came twice, hardly enough energy to even bring himself to a third but yet somehow, here he is, fucking into you like he knows no better.

- and he won’t stop sputtering just pure filth in your ear,

- “mmgh—y’so pretty, so perfect. you’d make the prettiest babies.” “what are you doing to me? nnfuck, feels so, so good…”

- your fingers are feathered through his hair, arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close.

- you’re already so sensitive and overstimulated by the time he cums. you both are.

- so while he catches his breath, he’s holding you close and staying buried to the hilt inside of u.

shane.

- :,).

- i feel like it’s his little secret that he’s always wanted to be a father.

- but he never thought it’d happen for him.

- and after he met you, first of all he was shocked you liked him back.

- and as time progressed, and you’ve helped with his alcohol addiction, he’s really found that he fell in love with you.

- spending all this time together, despite you being so busy.

- you always make a way to fit him into your schedule, whether it be he comes over and helps you with some of your chores, or you meet him at the saloon.

- but as time progressed, and you were both were absolutely infatuated with each other, he couldn’t stop thinking about marrying you.

- but more importantly…having kids with you.

- i think, generally, he wants to be a good father, which is why he’s always kinda wanted kids.

- he wants to try to be there for his child, and wants to laugh with them, help them when they need it, watch them grow up and stuff.

- he wants to be able to nurture someone in a way he wasn’t really able to do for himself.

- but also, he’s a little possessive🤷‍♀️

- it’s sick, and gross, but the idea of you walking around with a pretty, swollen belly and everyone gets to know he did that. well.

- and he just knows you’d be the most amazing mom. with how you care for your animals, and you’re such a hard-worker…he’s gonna lose his mind.

- so yeah, despite him thinking about it constantly, you’re still the first to bring it up.

- “…can we talk about something?”

- instantly, he’s nervous. he feels like ur gonna break up with him or something.

- “a-about what?”

- you’re in the middle of washing dishes, so you use that as an excuse to avoid eye contact.

- since you’ve been dating for many months now, long past the point of exchanging “i love you”‘s and even closer to the inevitable possibility of marriage.

- but to make it this far and find out he doesn’t want children like you do, well that would be the most painful way to end things.

- “what are your thoughts on…like…kids?”

- he blinks.

- “kids?”

- “yeah, kids. like…children.”

- he’s quietly scratching the back of his head, trying not to let confusion paint across his face but yet here he is, eyebrows furrowed and head tilted.

- “i—i dunno. they’re pretty…cool? i guess? i like them…”

- he’s just staring at you, trying to read your expression in any way to figure out what the hell u are bringing this up for.

- he’s even more confused when you just nod instead of giving him an answer.

- “is that all you wanted to talk about?”

- it takes u another like 5 minutes to finally swallow your fear, and flicker your gaze to him.

- “no, i just…well i wanted to know if you’d ever be interested in, like, having kids….of your own—in the future! not now, or, whatever.”

- he thinks ur so cute.

- the way you’re purposely angling your chin down to hide your face, and despite the fact that you’ve already cleaned the same plate like seven times, you still continue to scrub it.

- he has half a mind to laugh a little, but he knows that’s only make you feel more nervous. so he just smiles quietly to himself, looking at you.

- “hmm, having kids?” he sighs, leaning against the counter, crossing his arms like he’s in deep thought to agonize you teasingly.

- “well, considering i have jas in my life, yeah. kids aren’t so bad.”

- the puppy-dog look you give him finally has him chuckling.

- “you’d want kids?”

- “yeah, someday. but you know, having kids is kind of a two person job.“

- now it’s your turn to giggle, fixing your gaze back towards a new dish you grab to clean.

- “oh, is it?”

- “mhm. they’re hiring, too. but not just anyone can apply.”

- “what’re the requirements?”

- he gently wraps his arms around your waist, pressing against your back and lowering to rest his chin on your shoulder.

- “hmm, we’ll they’re looking for someone who’s perfect.” he presses a kiss to your cheek. “have i told you you’re perfect?”

sebastian.

- much like sam, he didn’t really spend time thinking about fatherhood.

- it wasn’t something he dwelled on hardly, if not ever.

- he had other things to focus on, and unfortunately he didn’t really think that’d ever be a part of his future.

- and it didn’t change right when he met you.

- he really liked you for a long time before anything even progressed (nerves, i guess?)

- but eventually, you were steadily a very good couple.

- spending lots of time together, going on dates (more like ponder sessions by the rivers and beach but whatever) and just overall the early stages of falling in love.

- he’d come visit at the farm and wouldn’t leave for days. even when he told himself he needed to, it’d take him so long to actually leave.

- he spent so much time thinking about you too, that of course his mind began to wander.

- what would marriage be like, first of all.

- it didn’t take long before he decided he liked that thought. coming home to you every day, waking up with you by his side.

- his city dreams weren’t so important to him anymore. not if it meant leaving you behind.

- now, as for children,

- he didn’t spend much time thinking about it for a while. it was mostly just a passing thought in his mind.

- kinda like sam, you two definitely discussed it before getting married but it was a short, “if we decide we want to someday,” and that was about it.

- i feel like sebastian is a little possessive, too.

- he loves the fact that he’s married to you now. that he’s legally tied to you and he has a reason for wanting you all to himself some days.

- the longer you two were married, however, he had to get used to his mom’s constant remarks.

- “you know, i did build a nursery in her house, sebby. just something to think about.” robin grins in passing convo.

- which he can’t help but cringe at what his mom is implying, but he guesses she has a point.

- so as he got older, he started to think about having kids a lot more.

- because, yes, being married to him does kinda scream off limits.

- but wouldn’t having a child be even a much better indicator?

- how there’s actual living proof that sebastian is yours and you are his.

- yeah, he’s gonna be thinking about it a lot.

- “honey, are you okay? you’ve been really quiet today.” you wonder softly, wrapping your arms around his back where he laid with his face pressed against your chest.

- you know that sometimes he just likes to be alone, and it has nothing to do with you, it’s just his own personal preference.

- but he’s not usually like this. clingy, latched onto you tight while he’s lost in his thoughts.

- “hm? oh, yeah i’m fine baby. don’t worry.”

- you frown at his vagueness. “you can tell me anything. need me to step out? i don’t mind, sebby.”

- he loves u sm.

- “no! no, it’s nothing like that,” he even accentuates by squeezing you a little tighter, “i’ve just…been thinking.”

- “about…?”

- you feel him shrug, but he moves his face to bury into the crook of your neck, so you can’t see him.

- “i dunno, just like…us. i guess.”

- 😑

- “…okay…”

- and now ur kind like, sitting up to move away from him, and he’s not having that.

- he frowns, once again tightening his hold on you and burying himself deeper.

- “nothing bad, i promise.” he murmurs into you.

- “then what is it?”

- you never want to pressure him to tell you what’s on his mind, but when he’s like this, you feel like you deserve to know a little.

- he only answers with hesitation, taking long enough before you frown and squint your eyes down at him.

- “sebastian, if y—“

- “i wanna have a baby.”

- lol.

- now it gets real quiet.

- you freeze, hand pausing midway through his hair. you can almost feel the significant change in the atmosphere.

- “…what?”

- “i know we haven’t really talked about it lately, i just think it’s something we should talk about.”

- he keeps his face hidden away from yours, despite you attempting to look down at him.-

- but, if he was looking at you, he’d be able to see the smile on your plump cheeks, and how you were suddenly wrapping your legs around his torso.

- “i was thinking the same thing.”

alex.

- okay, so for this one,

- i feel like it’d be 50/50.

- one half of me says he’d never want kids.

- he saw the man his father grew up to be, and he despises him because of it.

- it scarred him enough to mess with his relationships with past women, definitely gave him commitment issues for a long while.

- so he never wanted to be a father. he can’t picture himself as one.

- but the other half of me says the opposite.

- he’s a man, who knows what it’s like to live with an abusive, absent father.

- and despite him still being kind of young, he couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d never treat his child, or even his wife like how his father did.

- almost like he’d want to prove people wrong.

- like, not all men end up like his father. most of them can actually become loving, supportive fathers and husbands.

- that’s the side of him i like to think abt most 😇

- but, i do wanna say though, when he met you, he didn’t really think that deeply about you.

- sure, he really liked you and how sweet you are. you’d always spend time with him, and make him feel better whenever he was down.

- most importantly, however, you weren’t shy to put him in his place if he ever said anything offhanded.

- you taught him a lot, and that’s when he really started to fall for you.

- it didn’t take long to confess his feelings. he likes being bold like that, and rejection doesn’t scare him.

- after you told him you reciprocated, he was instantly excited to call you his girlfriend.

- evelyn and george already loved you, (maybe evelyn a little more openly,) so accepting you into the family was a very easy task.

- he’d talk about you constantly. he’d find any opportunity to steer the conversation to you, and run with it for as long as they’d let him.

- and don’t get me started whenever he’s with you.

- he may act all tough, and above-it all the time, but i can promise you:

- whenever you’re alone, he’s just a big baby.

- smushing his face into your chest, wrapping his arms and legs around you so he could take a nap.

- and he loves when you’d lay like that, brushing your fingers through his hair and telling him about you day so he can just listen to your voice.

- now, that being said: i feel like he’s not scared to talk about wanting children with you.

- it was probably a conversation early on in your relationship, he just steered clear from stating he’d like you to be the mother of his child.

- “yeah, i’d love to have kids one day. babies love me!” kinda thing.

- and the longer you two were dating, and the more serious and committed it became, he was all for letting you know what was really on his mind.

- “you’d be the most perfect mom. our kids would be so smart, and gentle. plus, with our ridiculously good looks—unbeatable.” he grins, pop kissing all over your face as wraps his arms around you.

- behind your fit of giggles, you can’t help but counter, “please, alex, i need get back to work!”

- and he’s reluctantly sending you off to do your job, spending the rest of his hours making himself busy at home until he can repeat it all over again when you finish up at night.

- despite him talking and thinking about it so often, much like the rest of the guys he won’t act on it until you’re actually married.

- probably like a month after you get married he brings it up, but not like he used to.

- “hmm, what do you say about making a baby, pretty?” his fingertips slide through your hair, cupping the side of your face.

- he can’t help but place one calloused hand to your bare stomach, pressing down just slightly to watch the way your eyes pinch and lips part.

- his hips were stilled, cock buried deep inside of you after minutes of teasing you.

- “nngh? whaa—“ you’re hardly coherent, head lulling into his palm the moment he begins his slow drags in and out of you.

-“aww, you’d look so pretty carrying my kids, dontcha think? let’s make it happen baby, please?” “we wanna baby, right? c’mon, we’re ready. now’s perfect.”

- he’s gently nipping at your cheek, kissing down your jaw and neck to hear you whine on top of the way he’s pressing against you.

- “c-can’t, t’much,” you whimper, eyes rolling the minute his hips snap and his pace quickens.

- “yes you can, i know you can.” his voice is breathless and low in your ear, “why don’t you let me cum inside, hm?”

- his sweet gaze has your head spinning, lower lip puckered and wobbling.

- you’re so overstimulated even the slightest movement has your body twitching, throat swelling.

- yet somehow, you’re still bringing yourself to nod slowly while he grins above you.

- “yeah, knew you’d like that.”

elliot.

- he’s absolutely ready to be a father.

- it probably didn’t become something he actually dwelled on until he got older, but yeah, he’s absolutely ready.

- when he met you, not to say it was love a first sight but…

- it was love at first sight.

- he quickly became well acquainted with you, and spent much time with you.

- whether you were at his cabin, or he came to visit your farm, it didn’t matter.

- it didn’t take long before you started dating and fell in love.

- he’d find himself thinking about you at his desk instead of writing.

- or lying awake at night, missing you beside him and eagerly awaiting the morning when he could go and see you.

- he’d spend so much time picturing what it’d be like to have you as his wife and mother of his children.

- the topic of kids was definitely early on.

- “i’d want three. two girls and a boy. he’d be the youngest.” he hums, taking a bite out of a pomegranate you had just given him a few minutes beforehand.

- “yeah? three, huh?”

- he smiles, nodding.

- “well y’know, if she didn’t want three, then i’m fine with however many.”

- you were sitting on the foot end of his bed, while he sat beside you.

- “hmm, no, three is fine. i’m sure she wouldn’t mind three.”

- “you think?” he licks the fruit juice off his thumb behind his grin, before leaning back against the headboard.

- “oh, i know.”

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toxic3mmy · 9 months ago

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I’m having a bad case of baby fever since I’m ovulating hard and I need fic of quackity with gf who’s ovulating like crazy and who’s begging for a baby

ooo baby fever!!! the only person in the world that i would ever want a baby w is alex😞😞 but yes, i got u my lovely <33 thx for the request

[also it cane out a bit diff than what u asked for im sorryyyy!! dont hate me bbg💔💔]

prompt: alex dealing with a baby fever filled gf

no smut but mentions of it ofc!!

everywhere you look, there’s babies. on tv commercials, at your job, even at the grocery store there’s always a baby who won’t stop smiling and cooing your way.

and who would make a cute baby? alex, your boyfriend, that’s who!

he has sparkling honey brown eyes with dark lashes framing them perfectly. his fair skin that has freckles and beautiful face moles. and his hair! he has a full head of hair that would look absolutely perfect on a sweet little baby.

lately, on your free time, you were indulging in this want and need and desire for a baby of your own. you were sneakily watching mommy and baby vlogs. you loved seeing their belly grow and their journey through their pregnancy. you even subscribed yourself to a baby magazine and it was what you looked forward to every time you checked your mail.

but you hid all of this from alex. you knew he probably wouldn’t understand. just how most men don’t understand why women obsessed over weddings and wedding planning. it also didn’t help that you were definitely ovulating.

and right now, you were sat listening to your boyfriend going on about his day. well, not really listening. more like admiring him and imagining him as a father and wow did that turn you on.

“what about you? how was your day?” alex asked suddenly

“oh, you know, i mostly just did my online coursework and cleaned the house a bit. i’ve been bored since you went out..” you said, trying to be inconspicuous

“trust me, i missed you too. now let’s eat. the food you made smells amazing” alex said, getting up to serve himself a plate

he served two plates of food, one for you and one for him. the two of you ate in mostly silence, with casual conversation here and there. once you finished eating, alex offered to wash the dishes since you did the cooking.

you sneakily pulled out your phone and scrolled through your pinterest. of course, you had baby related posts all over your feed and you loved it.

“babe.. this sponge sucks. where are the new ones we got the other day?” your boyfriend asked

“should be in the drawer next to the stove” you absentmindedly responded, eyes glued to your phone

alex opened the drawer and found your stash of baby magazines. he wasn’t blind, he knew what you had been obsessing over lately. this was the perfect time to bring it up. so he grabbed a sponge and washed the dishes. after drying his hands, he turned to face you.

“so… you’ve only been studying all day huh?” alex smirked, holding up one of your prized magazines

your eyes widened. you were at a loss for words.

“i-i uh… my sister is pregnant and um she sent me those to help her pick stuff out and—”

“hmm, addressed to our home to ms. y/n” alex interrupted

“do you think i don’t know by now? i see the way you’ve been looking at anything baby related online. i know you always volunteer to do the grocery shopping just for the chance of running into some mother with a baby… my question here is, why hide it?”

“i didn’t think you’d understand… i know how guys get when their girlfriends start talking about babies and i don’t know. i didn’t want to upset you. i didn’t want to make things weird between us..” you explained softly, expecting alex to get upset

he walked closer to where you were sitting and tucked your hair behind your ear gently.

“i could never be upset with you princesa. you don’t have to hide things like this from me. you know i love kids just as much as you do” he reassured you

you nodded sadly, still feeling a sense of guilt.

“why don’t we start trying?”

your eyes lit up and a huge grin was etched onto your face.

“you really mean it?” you asked and alex nodded with a smile on his face

“i would just adore having a little munchkin running around here. i think you’d be a spectacular mother y/n. i can just imagine them having your big ‘ol eyes and your pretty lips” he caressed your face sweetly

“and your gorgeous freckles… oh my god alex! we would have the most adorable baby in the whole wide world! do you actually want to start trying?”

“yes i do, princesa. we’re in a good place financially and also in a healthy place in our relationship. i wouldn’t want to have a baby with anyone else but you” he smiled

“you’re going to be such an amazing dad. you don’t know how much i’ve daydreamed about you holding our baby in your strong sexy arms. the way you would be super protective over them. i just know you’d have our baby on your chest at all times. you’re so innocent and precious and so so good with kids alex. you are definitely daddy material” you stood from your seat and reached out to hold his hand

“also.. i may or may not pay attention to your ovulation period…” he said seductively

“what?! why? you’re a weirdo!” you teased him

“no! i mean i pay attention to when you write those notes on our calendar! you freak” alex was red in the face and you couldn’t help but laugh at his flustered expression

while you were too busy laughing, he suddenly stood up and pushed you against the wall nearby, trapping you there.

“you’re probably really sensitive right now, aren’t you?” his voice came out in a darker tone

“m-maybe…”

“let me make love to you, princesa. quiero impregnarte ahora mismo. quiero que me sientes y que sientes que te hago la mama de mis hijos chula…” he said, making sure to kiss your neck while he spoke

all you could do was nod. his words alone made you so wet and needy for him already.

“i’ll make sure that after tonight, you’ll definitely become a mother” he smirked, dragging you to your shared bedroom

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