babymaking with predaking woooo‼️‼️
nsfw!!
Yall another part to this is locked n loaded so just let me know if i should continue it lmao
Predaking had been acting very odd as of late. It wasnt exactly unpleasant, just strange. He was much more possessive, way more touchy with you, especially your stomach, and he was in the nest more often than not. His loud snoring echoed throughout your shared cave, it was charming in a way, when you weren’t the one sleeping beside him every night.
You carefully stepped into the soft nest he had created just for the two of you. After abandoning the Nemesis, Predaking wasted no time finding a home for the two of you to take refuge in.
Once you were fully in the nest you would lie down beside him, spooning him, or atleast attempting to; the size difference being humorous.
Carefully, you wrapped your servos and pedes around his large, surprisingly tense frame. His intakes hitching almost instantly at this, almost flinching. You were surprised at this, as he was usually a very deep sleeper.
“Apologies, my king, did I wake you?” You questioned with a sympathetic tone.
“..indeed.” He gruffly replied.
“Sorry.”
He pushes himself up from the comfy warmth of the nest, turning to face you, his optics practically glowed in the dark depths of he cave. “It’s forgiven, my Conjunx. Do not fret.” He grumbled, resting his servos on your waist, and pulling you in closer; he was very…warm. In return you would nod with a soft smile. His chassis deeply rumbled against you.
“I take it you slept well, yeah?” You questioned, lightly tracing his sharp, spiky frame.
He again would flinch at your affectionate touches, this of course being concerning for you. You hesitated before eventually speaking up on his strange behavior.
“Predaking, are you…well?” You questioned.
His glowing orange optics widened at this, staring deep into yours. He only continued to shake.
“Predaking..?”
You asked for the second time, this time reaching to rest a servo on his faceplate, softly caressing, you gasped and instinctively yanked your hand away…he was burning hot.
You quickly regained your composure before exclaiming, “Predaking, you are on fire..! Are you ill?”
His dilated optics were trained on you, watching your every movement, he seemed almost in a trance. Once he snapped out of it, he quickly responded. “No, no! I am, healthy…i am..just…”
He took a deep, shaky intake before continuing, yet he sounded almost…in pain. “I am…am simply-“ He deeply gasped, his frame going ridged. “Frag, frag frag..!”
A heavy, hot pang of need traveled through him, it was irresistible, he couldn’t keep his composure.
He whimpered out, his grip on your waist tightening. “I need you. I..I must. It has been much too long-!” Your optics widen at his words. “Predaking, what are you talking about?” He suddenly mounted you, sitting between your thighs; making you gasp.
“A heir.” He growled. You felt energon rush to your faceplates. “Wh-what?! King, what has gotten into you?” He leans down, a predatory gaze locked onto you as he positions his mandibles right beside your audial.
“Who am i, Predaking, to deny my programming, my instincts, and us; of a heir?” He questions.
“Oh…” You would understandingly reply. It makes sense now, his unusual behavior, it was his heat, his natural instinct to reproduce. He deeply sighs.
“Though, i would never go against my mate’s wishes. I beg, will you please, allow me the honor of sparking you?”
Lust fogged his processor, he continued, though barely audible.
“My mate…such a beautiful family we could have, cant you imagine..?”
He propped your helm up with a sharp digit, making you look into his gorgeous, glowing orange optics; love-filled, yet desperate.
“Please.” He begged
You gasped as soft thrusts could be felt against your modesty panel, causing your pedes to be pushed farther apart, and Predakings labored pants clouding your mind. Your spark was pounding, it was all so sudden…
“Of..of course, Predaking. I would be honored to.” You whispered.
He purred in delight, lightly rubbing his helm against yours; “Yes, yes…thank you, my mate.” He lightly smiles, his half lidded optics staring deep into yours.
“I can assure you, you will not be disappointed, my dearest.”
He presses his helm against yours, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer, positioning him perfectly against your sensitive plating. He was drooling at this point, completely drunk on the euphoric idea of filling you completely, until he is all you can think of. Resting a heavy, caring servo against your tanks he continues to stare down at your sprawled out figure.
“I’m so eager, so very eager to fill you so impossibly deep, to knot you, my queen/king, until you can barely speak, we are going to make such lovely sparklings together..I cannot wait to see you carry my brood…”
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What would happen in your dream Birdrick scene?! <(•.•<)
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hmmm realistically i think it'd be veryyy funny if bp had got to the point where he had to reach out to rick for parenting advice (certinaly the last person he should be fucking asking) HELPP spending the whole day trying to chase and stop his daughter from doing a space beth or something... just a bunch of dumb action movie-esk shit between points of reminiscing and easing tensions i guess
but dream scene??? man fuck it. birdrick wedding.
so ooc and unrealistic it'd kill the rnm reddit community like victorian children tasting mountain dew but i don't give two shits HELPP
i think birdrick wedding could go down two paths of like.
las vegas drunkard elvis chapel ass shit (bp probably doesn't even know why some random ass guy in a golden suit is officiating the wedding but he's too happy fairly drunk to care) (also this scenario would probably be when they were younger yk flesh curtains phase)
2. or actually thought out like. full venue n everything
I think the 2nd idea would be so interesting cause it's such a clear parallel to wedding squanchers n the characters would be well aware of it too like i can imagine rick being suchh a mess emotionally and mentally like. secret security measures everywhere. somehow built in a bullet proof vest into bps outfit. shit like that hELP
n i think in general something would go wrong, nothing to the extent of wedding squanchers of course, but smthin small like morty loses the rings or birddaughter speaks out against their wedding, stupid shit like that, n it erupts into a big goofy meltdown AJHKDKJS
but they'd make through the wedding (somehow) n they'd be gay married!!! yayyy!!!! SHJFKKDFJHK
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