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kitten4sannie · 6 months ago

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blinding faith (1)

fall in line now, bow your head

pairings: cult leader! yunho x disciple! reader (fem) x elder! mingi feat. husband! seonghwa

genre: twisted religious romance (if you can even call it that), smut, late 1970s setting

summary: when it’s revealed that you and Seonghwa are having trouble conceiving, the founder graciously offers his own divine solution.

bend your knee, Child of God

w.c: 4k

warnings: aged up dom! yunho, switch! mingi, subby innocent (?) reader, corruption kink, pet names (for mingi too <3), light pain kink, perversion, major sacrilegious vibes and behavior, heavy mxm, mingi sucks cock, breath play (m receiving), light spit/sweat kink, oral (receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, implied marathon sex, breeding kink, cum eating, squirting, an attempt at impregnation

a/n: this is dedicated to my loveliest lily @bunny4yungi <333 tho this is just part oneee i hope this helps you see the light if ykwim~ happy birthday baby 💕 so yeah this is pure filth,, like idk something must’ve happened to me when i wrote this but it’s prob bc i’m a yunwhore what can i say 🙂‍↕️🫶🏼 oh and thank you all so very much for getting me to 4.6k followers ;; it means the absolute world to me >< anygaysss happy readinggg and please do lemme know if you’re excited for the second part 🖤

song recs: sunshine of your love by cream - starboy by the weeknd - judas by lady gaga (i’m just a Holy Fool, oh baby, it’s so cruel, but i’m still in love with Judas, baby~~)

As a broke, faithless runaway, especially during such a turbulent decade, you didn’t have many options, to say the least. There was no phone that you could use for miles, not a single soul in sight that you could ask for directions or for a dime they could spare, no map to look at to familiarize yourself with your surroundings — not that it mattered. Why would God provide you with what you needed when your existence itself was an accident? Your own flesh and blood didn’t want you, instead dropping you off at some rundown orphanage while you were still coated in your mother’s vernix caseosa, and crying incessantly for her, for someone, to feed you.

When you were old enough to make rash decisions, you decided that anywhere else was better than that hellish place, tired of waiting for a new pair of faceless parents to force you into their life like a misshapen puzzle piece, instead taking your fate into your own trembling hands.

That was what led you to come across the small, seemingly abandoned town that was located within the forest that you had been wandering inside for so long. All of the quaint, hand-built houses and buildings surrounded a tall, white picturesque church — one you had recognized from the various postcards that you and some of the other orphans had been handed by someone in a long white robe outside of the orphanage, listening intently to their promises of the love and acceptance you would feel if you joined their cause.

And that was when you met him, the man that would alter your life forever, taking away what could’ve been, and instead molding it into what He wanted, what God wanted.

He was hammering in the very last nail into the very last board of wood that kept the church together when he heard the sound of your dirty feet shift through the forest foliage behind him. As if he had been waiting for your arrival, he hummed softly and headed into your direction, not giving you the opportunity to escape when his sweaty, calloused hands enveloped yours, inviting you in with his friendly honey brown eyes, his cracked lips twisting upwards into a smile that sent a wave of instinctual fear into your heart, before his soft, warm words lured you in, forever holding you captive.

“You’ve finally arrived, my child. Welcome home.”

Over the years, you were taught by Yunho, your beloved leader, your savior, your everything, that God allowed those he loved the most, those that remained tied to their earthly bonds, to endure deep suffering and endless tribulations — because within that pain, within that humiliation, laid pleasure. Unimaginable pleasure that sat just below the surface. Yunho took great satisfaction in reaching into the darkness, into the depths, and ripping it out with his silver trimmed talons, always willing to graciously bestow it upon his followers.

There was no greater joy than to witness the moment his dear flock began to walk in the truth. He savored the sweet sounds of ecstasy that tore out of their sweat-ridden throats, longed for the moment their rosy faces ceased their contortions, their lips, wet with saliva, their unfocused eyes, wet with tears, knowing that another one of his beloved disciples had seen the light. And they would always look up at him with delicious desperation, begging for another chance to catch a glimpse of heaven once more. And, only because of his unending benevolence and boundless love, he brought them back, expecting nothing in return, except for their undying loyalty.

Yet, none of them were ever as loyal as you, even after you met a lovely man within the congregation to wed. You were still his angel from above. If only he had clipped your wings sooner.

There you were, sitting inside the garden with the other couples, the prettiest flower of them all, just waiting to be plucked, with your husband’s arms wrapped around you from behind, his hands resting gently against your stomach, your hands over his, your head hung downwards, a small, sullen frown gracing your lovely face. Why was his sweetest lily wilting the way she was, instead of holding herself high, closer to the sun, to his everlasting love?

As soon as Yunho made his presence known within the bountiful garden that he had planted with his own two hands so many years ago, his followers grew quiet and offered him their full attention. He basked in it as he made his way in your direction, offering his touch to many of the people nearby, allowing them the privilege of bringing his jewelry-adorned hands up to their cheeks, which he caressed, or their trembling lips, which he brushed gently with his thumbs.

The warmth and light of the sun on your face suddenly disappeared, causing you to look up, your reddened eyes growing wide upon the sight of your savior standing before you. You watched with bated breath as he reached his hand out from behind his back and brought it up to your face, placing a small flower behind your ear. “Savior…”

“Savior, what have we done to be blessed with your presence?” Seonghwa asked, nuzzling his cheek into Yunho’s rough palm once he offered it to him.

“I wanted to check on the progress of your union.” Yunho smiled kindly down at Seonghwa, before returning his attention to you, who continued to gaze up longingly in his direction. “Are you with child, my dearest Y/N?”

You bit down into your bottom lip, your eyes brimming with tears. “I’m so sorry, Savior….We’ve been trying our hardest to contribute to your beautiful congregation, yet I remain barren.” You shook your head out of frustration, a stream of tears spilling down your cheeks. “We don’t understand why God has not graced us.”

“Oh, my sweet child. Do not ever allow yourself to cry for sorrow, or pain, but out of joy, of pleasure,” Yunho taught, angling his head down further to gaze at your deliciously distraught expression, unable to keep himself from running his tongue across his bottom set of teeth, pressing one talon underneath your chin, so that you obediently angled it upwards without him having to tell you.

“Yes, Savior…” you whispered, gasping softly at the feeling of the cult leader’s sharpened fingers carefully wiping your remaining tears away, your admiration and love for him sprouting more and more within your beating heart.

Humming, Yunho lowered himself to his knees in front of the both of you, pressing his hands into your stomach through your thin garments. His benevolent smile deepened, his eyes displaying a darkness neither of you could see, not with the allusive veil he had placed over your own. “I will assist you in bearing offspring, my dear. Please come to my bedchambers after supper, and I will show you the true meaning of faith.”

“We offer you a thousand thanks for your grace, Savior…” Seonghwa bowed his head to Yunho, just before he pressed his lips lovingly against your cheek, which you reciprocated without hesitation. Your dear husband sighed with great relief, resting his temple on yours, his long, curled locks tickling your face, his hands returning to your stomach, placing them over Yunho’s this time around.

Despite the tranquility you felt, the sun still shining, a gentle breeze cooling your warm skin, the comforting smell of earth and flowers keeping you grounded, the sound of birds chirping in the trees above your head — there was still something else that you couldn’t quite shake off, something that sat just below the surface of your distorted mind. If you truly wanted to see what it was, you would have to get your hands dirty and dig it up yourself. But, for now, you would live in bliss, in heaven, feeding off of the love and mercy your savior offered you.

Yunho tilted his head to the side, reaching up to adjust the flower that began to fall from your ear, pushing a few strands of hair behind it. He studied your suddenly unreadable gaze from underneath his wispy lashes, his tongue just barely slipping past his curled lips to lick at them. “Is there something on your mind, my lily?”

You simply smiled back at him, your eyelids lowering, batting your own lashes at him. “I’m just admiring my savior and the safe haven he created for us. Makes me want to cry those tears of joy.” You briefly mirrored the perversion he had let slip out only a moment ago. “Of pleasure.”

It was then that Yunho began to grow stiff from beneath his heavy garments, biting at his lip as an attempt to keep himself grounded. This was why you were his favorite. You were his flower to water, to grow, and to tear away from your roots as he pleased. Everything in the garden was his, after all. God told him so.

“My love, my heart, my dearest angel, why do you look at me this way? With those tears in your eyes? With such devotion?” Yunho sighed out against your flushed cheek, his body flush against yours, the cold metal of his rosary splayed across your hot skin. You simply couldn’t speak, not with the way he was spilling inside you yet again.

The corners of his lips quirked up into a sadistic smile, his warm, uneven puffs of breath hitting the bottom of your jaw, as he clutched your slick, trembling thighs, holding them farther apart to ensure that he could continue accessing the heaven you kept in between them, the hot, wet haven you allowed your savior to access. “Is it because I’m filling you with my own devotion? Does knowing that my seed will soon grant new life inside of you bring you to tears, Y/N?”

You gazed up at your savior past your wet lashes, reaching down to press your hands into your stomach, feeling the outline of his pulsing cock that twitched inside of you and dribbled a few more beads of cum into your womb, a lust-struck expression carved into your flushed features. “It would be an honor to carry your young, Savior. I’d do anything to carry on your legacy of love.”

“Anything, my dear?” Yunho whispered carefully near your ear, as though he were testing you, before running his tongue along your jaw to get a taste of your essence, slowly making his way down your body, unable to keep himself from tasting your salty skin along the way. “Even though Seonghwa is your beloved husband?”

“Anything. I might be his wife, but you’re my savior, Yunho,” you sighed lovingly as a delightful shiver shot down your spine, not a single doubt present within your meticulously molded mind. Your ideas of the world, your life, its purpose — your saving grace had always been Yunho. How could he not be? Considering he built you himself, with great precision and care. You were the intricate tapestry he painstakingly sewed together year by year, each painful jab of his silver needle acting as a reminder of his divine love for you.

“Say my name again,” Yunho exhaled, his lips ghosting along your abdomen to your navel, unable to keep himself from tonguing it for his own pleasure, his talons leaving red streaks along your skin.

“Yunho,” you repeated, watching as the older man settled in between your thighs, his lips and tongue already exploring your slick entrance, gasping at the sensation of him lapping up his own release once it dribbled out of you.

“Again,” he commanded, his sharp eyes boring into yours from below, pinching your clit in between his teeth, his talons digging into your thighs.

“Yunho..!” You looked down at him with such sincerity, it had the potential to touch Yunho’s corrupted heart, your fingers sifting through his sweat-soaked raven locks, tugging on it once he filled you with his long tongue. You were growing feverish, losing sight of why you were there in the first place. “Don’t stop, Savior…Need more...”

Yunho dragged his tongue over the entirety of your cunt, blowing on it just to make you shudder. “Is that what you tell your husband when you want his cock? What else do you tell him?”

You chewed on your bottom lip, feeling your cunt pulse. “Am I selfish for wanting more of your love? Am I a sinner for wanting you to fill me? I’ll go to hell a thousand times if it means I can have my savior’s love inside me once more...”

The seasoned cult leader’s long-lasting poison was far stronger, far more potent than your sincerities, especially when he administered it to his favorite prey in the most pleasurable, most effective way — with his sweet, saccharine lies that poured out like honey past his shiny, pointed teeth and rough, curled tongue that continued its ministrations on your puffy, used cunt. “Oh, please don’t say things like that, angel. You’ll ruin me for everyone else.”

In reality, you were the one he was ruining, corrupting, defiling — and all in the name of God. It made the cult leader so stiff, he could hardly keep his composure.

You whined softly, shuddering underneath his touch, your hand forming a fist, gripping Yunho’s hair tighter and tighter, the longer he licked at your slit and sucked on your clit like a starved man. “Yunho, please…I won’t last much longer….”

“Would that be such a sin, angel? If you released onto my tongue?” Yunho asked in between lingering licks, his tongue hot and heavy against your leaking cunt, using two fingers to keep your fluttering hole on display for his viewing pleasure, his silver talons gently pressing into your soft flesh. He wondered if he should continue admiring the mess of cum he painted your walls with, or use his saliva-streaked tongue and lips to slurp it out of you, his free hand attempting to milk his slick, throbbing cock. Decisions, decisions.

Yunho wouldn’t have the time to make one, because just then, the cult leader’s most trusted confidant, Song Mingi, knocked on the door and entered without being granted permission, very aware of the privileges he had as a respected elder. The white-haired man saw the nude, disheveled state you were in, your white ceremonial garments laying in a pile on the floor, the love-struck look in your teary, doe eyes, your trembling, marked-up legs still obediently spread open wide for your savior, knowing you’d let Yunho fill and abuse your poor cunt until he saw fit.

“Elder Song, are you going to continue standing there drooling like a dog or are you going to come here?” Yunho asked gruffly, rubbing the pad of his thumb relentlessly into your clit, all while he glowered at the younger man over his shoulder.

Mingi quickly strided over to his leader’s side, sinking to his knees, looking up at him with his apologetic, round eyes. “I…have news, sir. It is of great importance.”

Yunho shook his head slightly, letting out a small chuckle. “The news can wait, Mingi,” the cult leader began softly, reaching over to caress the other man’s cheek, making sure the younger man’s gaze was fixed solely on him. “Can I ask you for something?”

Mingi nodded intently, his lips parted, taking short breaths, as if he was waiting with great anticipation. “Anything, Savior. What do you need from me?”

It was then that Yunho brought the tip of his reddened cock to Mingi’s mouth, drops of pre-cum getting onto his plump, parted lips, his once softened gaze contorting into one of pure perversion. “Can you be a good boy and open up? Hm, princess?”

Mingi closed his eyes, as an attempt to hide the way they rolled underneath his eyelids and the influx of arousal that had spread throughout his body like a virus, his sudden heavy breathing and flushed cheeks betraying him. “Yes, savior,” he moaned out, just as Yunho’s stiff cock filled up his drooling mouth, trying his best not to choke as he repeatedly took it down his tight throat.

Yunho tossed his head back, a few drops of sweat sliding along his straining jaw and staining the bed below, gripping the back of Mingi’s head to make sure he didn’t stop worshiping his cock. “That’s it, princess. You’re taking it so well.��

Mingi groaned wantonly, beginning to grind his own leaking cock against the side of the bed, not even caring that his knees began to ache from being pressed into the hardwood floor below. He found himself gazing down at you, his body on fire from being watched by his savior’s favorite angel, beginning to gag around Yunho’s thick length once he began ramming it down his throat with abandon.

When you let out a small whine from witnessing such a visceral display of power and submission taking place right in front of you, Yunho reminded you with shaky words, “Don’t worry, my angel, this is all for you. Mingi here is going to transfer my love to you once I…Oh, God–”

Mingi’s gaze returned to his savior above, a few tears slipping down his flushed cheeks, his jaw aching from the way Yunho bottomed out completely inside his bulging throat, only to find his oxygen supply suddenly being cut off when the older man pinched his nose.

“You trust me, don’t you, princess?” Yunho asked in an eerily calm tone, not bothering to hide his sadistic tendencies in that moment, throbbing inside the young man’s throat upon seeing his small nods and hearing the tiny, breathless squeaks he made. It was then that he held Mingi completely still until his face began to grow red.

Just when he thought he might pass out, his vision sporting a fuzziness around the edges that reminded him of the television set Yunho had put inside the community room, his throat had finally become unblocked. As he gasped for air, he watched Yunho’s eyes roll into his skull, hot, white ropes of cum splattering onto Mingi’s lolled-out tongue. Before he could swallow, Yunho grabbed his chin and guided him in between your legs.

“Impregnate her, princess. For me,” Yunho whispered into Mingi’s ear, his digits forming a V against your pulsing cunt, spreading you open for Elder Song.

Not letting a drop go to waste, Mingi pursed his lips and sent a wad of cum directly into you, before shoving his tongue in as deep as it would go. He fucked the warm milkiness into you, with sloppy desperation, like the demon dog he was. He looked up to you for approval, which you gave, through your cries of pleasure and your fingers suddenly tugging at his snow white hair. He didn’t even realize he had lost his own composure, until he was whining and whimpering against your slick cunt, soiling his once pristine garments with his sticky load.

Once Yunho watched Mingi pull his tongue out, a few strands of milky saliva connecting his plump lips to your cunt, the cult leader tapped your puffy pussy. “Good boy. Can you fill her up with those thick fingers of yours now?”

Mingi huffed and puffed, trying to catch his breath, his pupils blown wide when he looked to Yunho for guidance. “Two? Three? How many, sir?”

“As many as you need to make sure my seed reaches her womb,” Yunho reassured in a gravelly voice, watching as Mingi hovered over you, drops of saliva falling from his open mouth and onto your pleasured face, easily slipping in three fingers up to his knuckles.

Yunho leisurely flicked, squeezed, and rolled your puffy clit, admiring Mingi’s relentless pursuit in finger-fucking you into a state of pure ecstasy, throbbing at the sight of his precious loads dripping down along the other man’s straining wrist and along his veined forearm. “Very good, princess. She’ll be nice and round soon, thanks to your support. Your hard work won’t go unnoticed.”

Mingi bit down into his bottom lip, a few groans slipping out, despite his effort to conceal just how much his leader’s praise affected him. “Thank you, Savior. Now, I’ll make your angel cry out to the Lord,” he began breathily, locking eyes with Yunho for a moment, their digits working in tandem to send you over the edge, their focus returning to you. “Let it be done.”

“Amen,” Yunho sighed, bringing his precious rosary up to his mouth to kiss, the metal cold against his warm lips.

When you began to writhe around, your focus shifting to the various crosses that were nailed to the wall, your forceful release causing your bruised body to seize up, the cult leader suddenly grabbed your chin with his talons, the tips of them stabbing into your skin, drawing blood, making you whimper. His crazed eyes bored into your barely open ones, looking as if he was about to come undone himself, despite not touching himself. “You see it, don’t you, Y/N? Heaven? Isn’t it beautiful?”

It was all too much. The pain. The pleasure. Elder Song watching closely as your squirt soaked his tan skin and the mattress underneath your jolting body, a demonic smile painting his sharp, seraphic face. Your savior clutching you so tight that you bled, his seed blossoming within your womb. It was then that you fell unconscious, your body falling limp against the feather-filled quilt.

Yunho ran his jewelry-adorned fingers along your jaw, letting them graze your neck, down to the cross necklace that laid against your chest. “What did you need to tell me, Mingi?”

Mingi pushed his sweaty bangs back, taking in a deep breath and letting it out, trying to find his composure. “We have two new visitors. They mentioned Y/N by name, and claimed that they grew up in the same orphanage as her. They were hoping to find her here, so that they could…”

Yunho turned his head to glare at Mingi, his gaze alone making Mingi cower. “They want to take her away from me, don’t they? From us? From God?”

Mingi began to scratch at his neck, leaving red streaks behind. “They believe that they can provide her with a better life.”

“And what life could be better than one of enlightenment? Of purity? What could those heathens possibly offer my Y/N that I can’t?” Yunho suddenly erupted, his anger being directed towards Mingi, who lowered his head down, staring at the cross that hung past his chest.

Yunho’s face twitched slightly, his once rage-filled expression dissipating as soon as it had surfaced, as if it had never been there in the first place. It was a simple trick of the light. He placed his hand on Mingi’s shoulder, squeezing it gently, until the unusually timid man found the courage to meet his gaze. “Mingi.”

“Sir?”

Yunho hummed to himself, catching onto the way your breath hitched, as if you had suddenly held it, his honey brown eyes gleaming with pride, and something else, something indistinguishable. “Offer them a room and dinner, oh, and invite our guests to the annual communion on Sunday.”

“Right away, sir,” Mingi replied, getting up from the bed and exiting the room. He pressed his back into the mahogany door and shut his eyes, carefully sliding his fingers into his drooling mouth to savor the taste of his savior’s seed and his angel’s release.

Once he was alone with you, Yunho reached down to brush a few strands of hair out of your eyes, smiling knowingly at the sight of them opening. “How much did you hear, sweet girl?”

“Enough,” you whispered carefully, as if you were testing him. You might have been the flower inside his clutches, but you still had thorns.

Yunho began to chuckle softly, before it grew louder and louder, his pleased laughter ringing out through the halls.

One of your threads was beginning to come undone. Nothing a little stitching couldn’t fix.

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dark-and-kawaii · 1 month ago

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‎‧₊˚✧[ Bred So Nicely ]✧˚₊‧

Summary: Giving his cock a few lazy strokes, Zevlor pressed the head back against your entrance, your pussy greedily swallowing it up. He could feel how his cock was pushing his seed he had just released inside your pussy even deeper into you... It was like he was a young hellrider again having sex for the first time!

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡ — Pairing: Zevlor x F!Tav/Reader

‎⋆౨ৎ˚⟡ — Content: ‎NSFW - Breeding - Multiple Creampies - Stuffed To The Brim With Cum - Overflowing - Stretched So Good - Cervix Pounding - Your Body Gets Bullied Beautifully - Zevlor Saves A Horse Amd Rides You - Impregnation - Touch Of Angst Towards The End - Comfort - Age Gap

‎⋆౨ৎ˚⟡ — Notes: Are you horny and need a good lewd read? Look no further ♡ ♡ ♡

His cock thrust violently into you, his hips slamming down unlike anything you had ever experienced. His hands, once so soft, were now rough and calloused, gripping your own arms with bruising strength, as though he would never let go.

His mouth was open in a wordless moan, his teeth bared and clenched together, and his fiery orange eyes were half lidded.

An unbelievable amount of sperm spilled inside your womb, filling you to the point of bursting, before gushing out of your vagina and running down his still thrusting cock… Something he had only seen in his dreams, something he thought he could never have. But by the gods, you were real. Your body was underneath him, your womb accepting his seed, his love. Your voice crying out to him. You were here.

“Mmns’Zwevlor~ Y-you’re let-ting out s’much inside me~♡”

Of course he was, he had been so pent up for so long, his mind was a mess. It felt so good, the way your gummy walls clamped down on him, sucking him in deeper, and the way your cervix fluttered as if kissing the head of his cock, asking for more. He just couldn’t stop cumming, his balls emptying out his thick white cream inside of you over and over, your belly feeling full.

“Zeeeevlor~♡ I c-can feel you in my tummy~ ♡ It feels s-so good inside~~!♡ S-so full~ ♡ Mmn-! ♡ F-fill me even more, I want it all~!”

He couldn’t believe it, how his cock was still raring to go after dumping that much inside you. How his cock was still so needy��

Zevlor pulled himself free of you, watching as your walls clung to him, desperate for him to stay inside- watching how your body shuddered, your arms above you as if he was still pinning you down, your breasts heaving as you panted.

His tail kept you spread for him, giving him a good view of his cum dribbling freely from your well fucked cunt, his eyes drawn to the way your belly bulged slightly, your womb stuffed to the brim…

Giving his cock a few lazy strokes, Zevlor pressed the head back against your entrance, your pussy greedily swallowing it up. He could feel how his cock was pushing his seed he had just released inside your pussy even deeper into you... It was like he was a young hellrider again having sex for the first time!

He leaned over you, his hands gripping yours tightly as he buried his face into your shoulder, breathing heavily as his hips snapped forward, his balls slapping against your ass.

“P-please~ don’t n’ stop ~! Y-your cock!~ I-it makes my head spin~ ♡ Zevlor!”

You couldn't tell where your legs and arms were, nor could you see anything besides the man on top of you. It felt like the world was spinning and you were lost in the haze of pleasure this old man was giving you. The only feeling you could register was the cock inside you~

There was a voice- his voice yelling at him in the back of his head, about how he was a middle aged man in his fifties making a baby with a young thing like you. One he had just met days ago.

Hearing your cute cries, his erection wouldn’t let him stop. Not when you were moaning his name so sweetly, not when your arms were wrapping around his neck, holding him close, not when your legs were wrapping around his hips… The man Astarion had teased you about- the old wet rag of a hellrider, continued to pour his seed inside of you countless times.

And each time he could feel his cum slosh around inside you- his veiny ridged cock pushing his seed deeper and deeper into your fertile womb, doing that obsessively over and over again until he was sure one of his little swimmers found their mark.

He wanted to impregnate you, to become a father and leave behind descendants. Your young, far less aged body ripe and ready for conception… And your body seemed eager enough, hungry to swallow up his seed.

“Nghn~ Th-thrusting sh’ow deeeep~ ♡” your tongue lolled out as you felt him squish your legs against your chest, his cock threatening to push past the entrance to your womb- his whole body weight pressed to you.

His hand reached up, grabbing your jaw with a gentle touch, his eyes locked on yours. You couldn't look away, those orange orbs staring at you as if trying to devour you whole, “Ha’ah’ ha- Tell me, please- hha“ Zevlor panted, his hot breath seen due to the coolair within the groves cave, “before my courage ups and flees, tell me that you’re min-“

“I’m n’ mn’yours~♡!! Zev~ Zevlor~!!! I belong s’to yo-u~ ♡♡!!! ♡♡♡!!♡!!~!! I-ah~I'm c-cumming-!!! ♡ I-I'm cummmmmmmiiiing~!!!!!!!!!~ ♡♡ ♡♡ ♡♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡♡ ♡♡ ♡♡ Ahhhh~~~ ♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡!!! I’m going t-to hav-e a hell-sp-awns baby~♡Nnn’!!!”

You screamed as your mind blanked out, a violent orgasm ripping through your body, your toes curling, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Zevlor could feel your walls spasm and tighten, milking him dry as he filled your womb with another load. He bit into the crook of your neck as he came, a deep, primal growl vibrating through his body, his hand digging into your thigh as his other grabbed the back of your head and kept him pinned to you- emptying his balls deep inside your belly.

He could feel how his balls pulsed as he sent shot after shot of his hellish seed into you one final time… He watched as you gasped- as if you could clearly feel each hot gush of his seed entering your womb.

Zevlor was sure that was the last of it… His cock had already begun to soften, but his mind was still lost in a fog of lust.

Neither of you attempted to move, instead you both just stayed in the position, panting, covered in sweat and each others fluids. His hand stroked your head as your own hand rubbed the base of his horns- both of you exhausted and in bliss.

Your body was still a trembling mess, the aftershocks of pleasure making you see stars, unable to form a coherent thought. You couldn't see a thing, the world nothing but a blur as you gasped for air- the feel of his body the only thing that kept you grounded.

He was heavy and warm, enveloping you in a comforting warmth that made your body feel relaxed. And with his weight resting against you, you felt so safe and cozy. It was a wonderful feeling, but gradually his warmth began to fade, as he began to shift away from you.

Instinctively, you pulled him close, a needy whine coming from you as you wrapped your arms around him tighter, refusing to let him go… Your body holding onto him desperately. You didn’t want him to leave, didn’t want to go your separate ways come morning…

And neither did he.

You could feel how tears formed at the corners of your eyes, a sense of panic gripping you, “I- I don’t want to leaveyou…” you sobbed, burying your face into his chest, the salty liquid staining his skin, the words he was about to say stuck in his throat.

Afraid that any movement would only upset you more, he stayed where he was, his hands stroking the sides of your head. His soft cock still inside of you- and with each sob you took, you could feel his cum squelch around inside you…

Zevlor could smell his own scent clinging to you, a pleasant warmth filling his chest… He wanted to stay with you, wanted to settle down with a family, to be with you forever. And judging from the way you were clinging onto him, you wanted him just as badly…

He couldn’t tell you how his heart had almost broken when you sobbed out those words… How he wished he could join you in your travels, but he had his people to worry about… He needed to get them to Baldurs Gate… “My dear,-”

A sharp gasp left your lips as his soft cock slid out of you, a rush of cum spilling from your sore cunt, a deep blush staining your cheeks as you realized he could see-

Zevlor watched as his cum dripped out of you, his mouth open as he breathed heavily- a strange mixture of emotions running through him, “I will meet you in Baldurs Gate.” His fiery orbs met with your glossed ones, his hands wiping the tears away as he brought his face close to yours, his lips hovering over yours, the tips of his fangs brushing against the softness of your lips, “I’ll wait for you there- that’s if you’ll still have this old soul as yours when we meet again?” His tail was coiled around your leg, “But I need to see my people there safely. Please, don't cry, I can't bear seeing such a sad expression on you. Not after what we've done.”

The promise to be with him again was enough to quell the fear that had been building up in you, And you nodded, a shy smile on your lips, “Zevlor…”

The way you said his name, the way you were looking up at him- he couldn't help but think you looked beautiful. Your eyes, bright and hopeful, staring back at him.

With the promise that the two of you would meet again, his lips met yours, the kiss gentle and chaste, the tip of his tongue licking at the seam of your lips, silently asking permission, and which was granted- your lips parting, allowing him access.

You two had only just met days ago, but the feelings were there- strong and deep…

He was no longer an old, tired Hellrider, he was no longer some washed up man… Here in your embrace he felt young, like he had a second chance at love- a chance he thought he would never have.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur’s gate 3 #baldurs gate #zevlor #zevlor bg3 #bg3 zevlor #tav #x reader #bg3 smut #monster smut #monster fucker #monster fucking

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holylulusworld · 11 days ago

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His Little Red Riding Hood - Halloween Special 31

Summary: You knew it was a mistake to go into the woods at night. Now you pay for your mistake.

Ship: (Alpha) Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Omega!(LittleRedRidingHood) Reader

Tags/Warnings: angst, chasing, fear, dark!fic, werewolf trope, a/b/o, scenting, mating, dub-con, monster fucking, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, transformation, kidnapped reader, the reader is an adult and at age, this story is 18+

Catch up here: Little Red Riding hood lost in the woods

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

He has you on your belly, completely at his mercy as he claims your body once again. Deeper and deeper he drives into you. It feels as if his cock makes your belly bulge.

True to his words, the monster making you his mate in the woods tries to get you full of his spawn for weeks. During the daytime, he’s a man, possessive, but almost sweet.

At night, he turns into something dark. Something not even himself can control. He mostly stays in half-form. Half wolf, half man to mate you. It’s the best way to successfully impregnate you. At least Peggy told you so.

“This time,” he growls in your neck after a particularly deep thrust, “it will settle in your womb.” You’re shaking underneath. In fear and desire. You don’t want to carry his spawn, but he has you tethering between hatred and want all the time. “I know it, doll.”

You bite the pillow and hold back a moan. The beast cannot know you’re close to another orgasm. Bucky already forced two out of you today. With his skilled and long tongue, his furry fingers, and now, his cock. A cock out of this world.

"No,” you whine as he angles his hips to rut faster into you. “Nghh…”

“You’re a newly awoken omega,” he pants in your neck, excessively licking the mark he left. “It will take time to adapt.”

You curl your fingers into the bedsheets. No, you’ll never get used to what he made you. An obedient and slicking whore waiting for your alpha to take you.

His claws sink into your shoulders, pinning you down to the bed when he starts to howl. Bucky slams into you over and over again, making you whimper and cry. “Now, omega.”

You shake your head.

“I said, now!” He grazes his sharp teeth over your neck. “OMEGA!”

Your body gives in long before your mind. Back arching into Bucky like a cat in heat, you fall apart underneath the heavy beast. He’s pleased and lovingly licks your neck, slowly thrusting into you to ride your orgasm out.

His knot starts to swell again. You bite the pillow harder, knowing it will be painful to let him stretch you out. “Relax, doll. You’re my omega. You can take it.” Voice softening Bucky murmurs praises in your ear, making you whimper even louder.

You hate that he holds this power over you. He can lure you into safety with only a few words. His alpha has your omega wrapped around his finger.

“Good girl,” he praises again, feeling his knot spread you out. “So good for me. Always.”

You take a deep breath and wait for the pain to become unbearable. Closing your eyes, you let it happen. But this time, it doesn’t hurt. The stretch is still uncomfortable, and you can feel him almost in your guts, but there is no pain.

“Hmm…see,” he nips at your neck with his snout. “You’re a good omega. Your body knows how to take your alpha.”

You hate him even more because he’s right. It seems that whatever he did to you in the woods works in his favor. Your body relaxes and allows Bucky to shove himself as deep as possible into you. His seed fills you again, and you pray it won’t grow fruits.

“Almost there, omega.” He nuzzles you. “Almost, doll. I can feel your omega respond to me. She’s ready to be my mate. Stop being stubborn.”

You hide your face in the pillow. If Granny was still alive, she’d be ashamed of your neediness. You gave in to one of the monsters she tried to protect you from for all her life.

“That old hag was the monster, not me,” he grunts, reading your mind so often. “She tried to keep me from what’s mine because our former alpha rejected her and bonded with someone else.”

Lies. You think to yourself.

He chuckles in your neck. “You’re so smart, Omega." Bucky nuzzles you again. “She tried to protect her sweet girl from me. I knew the moment I saw you first that you were my mate. I asked her to let you choose, but she refused. A shame I had to wait for her death to get you.”

You stiffen, and fear grips your heart. Did he have anything to do with your grandmother’s death? You’d never forgive yourself if so.

“No,” he hastily replies. “I’d never do this to you, Y/N. Unlike humans, I’m not cruel. I’d never part you from someone you love.”

“Still, you stole me away and refuse to let me go,” you snap at the creature. You cannot fathom that the sweet man you met in town months ago is the very same monster claiming you as his omega.

“You’re alone, me too,” he replies. “We are meant to be together, doll. You’ll see with time.”

“Did you already get used to your new life?” Peggy, the mate of one of the other pack members, asks. She’s the only one talking to you. Bucky is always around to keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t run. At least you think so. “I know it’s hard to adapt. I was once like you.”

“A hostage,” you murmur, not wanting to draw Bucky’s attention toward you and Peggy.

“Human,” she replies with a chuckle. Your eyes widen as her face morphs for a second. Her sharp teeth sink into her lower lip to draw blood. “That, of course, changed with time.”

“You mean, I’m going to turn into a—” You shake your head and bite your tongue. You can’t make yourself say it.

“Not yet,” Peggy says and gently pats your cheek. "But the moment you conceive his baby, your omega will take over control. She must make sure that giving birth to Bucky’s baby won’t kill you. Transformation is inevitable.”

It feels like the world is caving in on you. It was worse enough that your body reacted to Bucky’s touch and closeness. Turning into a werewolf is out of the question. No, you can’t do this and tarnish the memory of your grandmother.

“I didn’t want to scare you, Y/N.” Peggy softly speaks to you like you’re a scared fawn. “You’ll adapt soon. Your omega will guide you through the transformation.”

Your heart beats out of your chest, drawing Bucky’s attention toward you. He’s by your side before you can faint. Bucky brings you into his arms, glaring at Peggy before he carries you out of the room.

“No, no…no,” you sniffle while staring at the third test. Bucky bought dozens of tests, asking you to take one every morning. Today, he finally will get what he wants. “This can’t be. If I’m carrying his child, I’ll be lost forever.”

You hurriedly get up and grab your boots. Bucky is out of the house for a few hours to talk to his friend Steve. He said something about All Hallows Eve, a celebration, and the full moon. Enough time to get far away from him and his pack.

Maybe, out there, are people who know how to stop the curse he brought upon you. This cannot be the end. You don’t want to become a werewolf like him.

Dashing through the woods, you don’t know where you’re going. Away, that’s the only thought on your mind. You can’t turn into one of the creatures. Never.

In the distance, you can see a man. If you can reach him before Bucky can find you, you’ll be safe. He can bring you back to civilization, and you can try to find someone to help you with your problem.

“Sir,” you call for the man, running toward him. He’s about to get in his truck when you call for him again. “SIR! Please. I need help!”

He finally turns around. The lumberjack looks your way and furrows his brows as you stop a few feet away.

“Whatcha doing out here, sweetie?” The man cocks his head. “You look like a wolf was chasing you through the woods.” You’d laugh at his words if he didn’t step closer and grip the axe in his hand tighter.

“I—” Somehow, you sense danger coming from the man. Not only because you’re alone with him in the woods. No. Your instinct, or rather your omega, tells you to not tell him the truth. “I got lost in the woods. I wanted to visit my grandmother’s cabin but took the wrong turn.”

“Ya know, I can smell the beast on you." His features harden, and he grips the axe with both hands. “Not only the bastard fucking you, but the bastard inside of you.”

No. That’s impossible. He can’t be a wolf too. “You’re not funny.” You hope your voice doesn’t sound as scared as you are. “If you don’t want to help me, fine.”

“You won’t get away,” he says and steps closer. “I won’t allow any more of those beasts to come to town to steal our women.”

You scream in terror when he lifts the axe to kill you. Out of instinct, you grasp for his wrist, screaming even louder as your hand is no longer yours. It’s furry and large, with sharp claws.

“Don’t touch my pup.” Your voice sounds so unlike you. “No one touches my baby!” You flick your wrist, breaking the man’s bones without any effort. “Not we are the monsters; you are.”

You can feel the anger take over. Your teeth grit and spit run down your chin. You’re about to attack the man and rip his head off when Bucky calls your name.

You whine and step away from the man who cradles his broken arm. “Omega, no.” Bucky is by your side in a blink. He feared you’d lose control completely as he was chasing you around the woods. “Come here, let Steve handle this.”

Just now, you see the whole pack stepping out of the shadows to watch you defend your unborn child. “Alpha,” you sniffle and run into Bucky’s arms. “I’m scared. My hand…”

“Shush, doll. You lost control a little there,” he murmurs your name and kisses your temple. “It happens when you get scared, okay.”

“Okay,” you nod against.

“Let me bring you home.” Bucky soothingly rubs your back. “I know it’s a lot to adapt to. I’ll be there to guide you through every single step.”

“Bucky,” you whisper his name, and wrap your arms tightly around him. It’s the first time you seek comfort in his arms, not passion. “I’m pregnant.”

“I know Y/N,” he chuckles. “I could smell it for days. It’s alright, you got overexcited and tried to kill a hunter, but leave this to us.”

Bucky guided you away from the scene, leaving the man attacking his mate and unborn child to his pack. They will know what he wants them to do.

This is the end of kinktober for this year. Happy Halloween!

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#bucky barnes #alpha!bucky barnes #werewolf bucky barnes #werewolf au #His Little Red Riding Hood - Halloween Special 31 #kinktober vs flufftober 24 #halloween special #happy halloween #a/b/o #smut #bucky barnes smut

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ladystoneboobs · 17 days ago

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idt we talk enough about how a song of ice and fire is also the song of incest and cannibalism. i mean, sure, obviously both of those subjects are noted as present, but the saga feels much more known for its incest, which idt is fair or accurate to the later materiel. iirc, jaime fucking cersei next to their dead firstborn is the last instance of onpage incest happening in present tl, and after that it's all about the cannibals, baby.

(disclaimer: cw/tw sa, cw/tw rape, and i'm not counting cousincest as that's normal in-world even for non-targaryens and also still legal in many places in our world today, nor counting the faux-incestuous freudian mess that is littlefinger/alayne(sansa)/sweetrobin, nor any dark humor jokes and/or unfulfilled threats wrt forced cannibalism)

in fact pretty much all the active incest during the present tl happens in those first 3 books:

the twincest as a major plot point ofc, kicking action off when bran saw them fucking in a tower

and viserys creeping on dany and twisting her nipple

tyrion relating his backstory to bronn wherein he and tysha were both raped by proxy by his father, tywin (tho tyrion does not use that terminology)

craster still being alive to rape and impregnate his own daughters (resulting in dozens of forced incestuous relationships)

and theon unknowingly groping his own sister while she (knowingly) groped him in return

jaime's early pov recalled how he shut up cersei with kissing when they fought after bran refused to die

bella of stoney sept trying and failing to seduce gendry who is (unbeknownst to them both) her half-brother as both were sired by robert baratheon (only example in these 3 books where incest was averted before any sexual activity or incestuous contact occurred)

the aforementioned sept twincest next to joffrey's corpse

tyrion learning from oberyn about cersei twisting his penis when he was a baby

cersei's failed attempt to seduce jaime in wst, pulling out his dick for either a bj or hj until her talk of tyrion's death made him lose his boner

while incest is not exactly absent from the text after that, it seems to exist in the feastdance only in hypotheticals or past memories:

aeron's trauma flashbacks of his (implied only in published text) csa by euron

jaime still feeling lust when seeing cersei nude

and her fond reminiscing about them fucking behind robert's back/brief dream of them as a married couple before her walk of shame

victarion misinterpreting asha's offer of partnership as a marriage proposal and suddenly looking at his niece in a new way with "his manhood beginning to stiffen"

jaime's recollection of fucking cersei at darry next to robert as he was passed out drunk before cersei sent him to hunt arya (which would have happened back in agot and the point of this scene is more his failed hunt for a child just to make cersei happy)

arianne's "uneasy" memory of a past fantasy about being seduced by a man whose description is suspiciously similar to her late uncle oberyn

the aborted marital match of aegon/young griff to his purported aunt dany

illyrio saying (the now dead) viserys tried to rape dany the night before her wedding to drogo (another event from agot concerning a guy we already knew was into incest)

and tyrion once saying he wanted to rape as well as murder cersei

conversely, the cannibalism in the earlier books is most often only unproven hypotheticals alluded to as possible cannibalism:

old nan saying the others fed their dead servants the flesh of human children (which we have not yet seen with any wights so far, whether or not one counts walking undead eating human flesh as straight-up cannibalism)

the mystery meat in flea bottom's bowls o' brown which may or may not contain symon silver tongue after tyrion had him killed

renly's recollection that cressen kept stannis from catapulting their old master-at-arms by saying they may need to eat him later (which did not come to pass thanks to davos)

joffrey telling his people to eat their own dead (with no way of knowing if any actually did)

lady hornwood eating her own fingers (though bran's pov only notes them being chewed on, not swallowed. it's only in adwd that people talk of her eating the fingers.)

the mentions of the ice river clans being the cannibals beyond the wall (who are def not among the free folk jon snow gets to know onpage, making it just background detail)

bran's (possibly mythical) story of the rat cook

and biter chewing on people he attacked and other corpses (which seems to be just a side hobby connected to his killing method moreso constituting a snack than a full meal from a person butchered for meat. this tendancy of his is just background detail in acok, with biter chewing a corpse in the background after the weasel soup operation, and the hindsight implication that it could well have been him rather than dogs or wolves who had "been at" the corpses after the skirmish where yoren was killed)

while the feastdance feels much more in your face with cannibalism, having not only more total mentions of the practice but also more actual cannibalism (as opposed to the ambiguity of each and every bowl o' brown), for those who know how to look at the evidence:

jaime learned that his father's mad dog aka the mountain fed parts of vargo hoat to all his prisoners (including vargo himself) after recapturing harrenhal

and euron bragged about pulling a similar trick with the warlocks he captured (the only twist being that the warlocks knew what they were being forced to eat, which vargo hoat and wylis manderly etc at harrenhal likely didn't)

the elder brother of the quiet isle told of biter eating all of a woman's breasts at saltpans after she'd been raped and killed (prob the largest amount of flesh biter's confirmed to have eaten from one corpse)

bran and co. ate "pig" supplied by coldhands which had to be long pig aka human meat

brienne felt her face being eaten by biter in her own pov (which is so much worse than him chewing others in the background of the weasel soup scene)

theon was told that two ironmen at moat cailin were found eating their dead comrades

the astapori were said to eat their own dead while under siege by the yunkishmen

and then were said to do so again in refugee camps outside meereen

khrazz the pit fighter cut the hearts from his defeated foes to eat them

cotter pyke's last letter to jon snow said the wildlings were eating their own dead at hardhome

4 of stannis's men were executed by burning for butchering and eating other men (with asha wondering how many others had done so without being caught)

and ofc the frey pies with wyman manderly having his 3 former guests killed and serving their meat to their own kin and the other guests at ramsay's wedding while eating some himself too

two of these examples (involving gregor clegane and euron greyjoy) must have actually happened during the course of asos, but grrm chose to give us the gruesome details in affc, which was brand new information about men we already knew were villains but did not know were into that fucked-up shit specifically, unlike being reminded that agot-era jaime and viserys wanted to fuck their sisters. (and not unlike how adwd has the clarification of multiple characters saying lady hornwood ate her own fingers as opposed to bran's acok pov just saying she chewed on them.) it's as if after craster was killed and jc effectively broke up grrm decided cannibalism was the taboo subject matter he would fill the later books with, so we'd really feel the increasing danger of starvation-induced cannibalism with winter's arrival (and have no trouble believing rickon's new home of skagos really is a cannibal island). however, in-universe it feels like there's some sort of environmental balance connection so that the decrease in one formerly common behaviorial abomination just allows another such abomination to fill in the gap with a sharp increase in activity, like deer overpopulation resulting from lack of predators as if all the active incest somehow stopped more people from eating themselves or other people.

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umeoniii · 2 years ago

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breeding w/ aot men 4 100 followers!

starring: eren, levi, reiner, kenny , & armin

!: fem bodied reader, nsfw, breeding kink obvi, eren bein a meanie, orgasm denial kinda in erens, age gap 4 kenny, lil bit of toxic relationship in armins, lowkey all the men are whiny ;)

a/n: rq ik yall looking like “KENNY?! LEVIS FUCKING UNCLE KENNY?!” YES, please guys you guys don’t understand how bad i need this old man, i want him to breed me frl. also for any1 new jean isn’t on here bcs i literally just did breeding 4 him!!

∘❀♡❀∘

eren:

“so fuckin’ good for me.” eren panted, thrusting his dick into you. you never thought joking about wanting a baby to eren was gonna result to him putting you in a mating press on the bed.

“hell yeah eren i would love a baby. a cute lil’ mini us. wouldn’t that be amazing.” you laughed holding up some baby clothes to your figure.

“what if i were to give you one?” he asked with a straight face looking at one of the shirts. it was a cute pink onesie that said “daddy’s girl.”

you ignored him trying not to start anything in the store.

on the way home you saw a look in his eyes through the mirror. you knew the look, the look of aggression and hunger. he was serious about the question he asked in the store, you weren’t.

when you got home and started to cook in the kitchen he came behind you, huge hands placed on your hips. he stood behind you his head placed in the crook of your neck. you sat quiet, waiting for him to speak first.

“i was serious y/n.” he paused, digging his nails into your hips, kneeding the flesh. “i actually wan’ get ya’ pregnant. you’d be so cute, we’d be tied for life.” he said, you felt his stare burn holes into you.

you put down the wooden spoon and stopped stirring the pasta. “s-sure.” you mumbled under your breath.

“sure what? that didn’t specify anything.” you felt his hot breath against your neck, goosebumps started to raise throughout your body.

“you can attempt to get me pregnant.” you turned towards him seeing the greedy look in his green eyes. he walked off to your bedroom leaving you standing before the stove.

you turned around turning off the stove and walked to your bedroom where you saw eren sitting on the bed fully undressed with nothing on but the necklace you had got him with your initial on it.

as soon as you got in the room he pulled down your trousers and panties, pushing you onto the bed. he pushed your thighs up to your boobs leaving your tummy with slight rolls.

“i don’t even feel like taking off that fuckin’ shirt, need to get you filled.”

he muttered aligning his cock to your achy hole.

he rubbed his tip through your folds then your clit. he smirked while teasing you.

“eren st-“ you gasped as he pushed himself into you so aggressively. his long strands of brown hair tickled your face as he thrusted into you squeezing your thighs.

“ m’ for reals baby, im gonna knock you up , you can’t do anything about it.” he groaned holding your shaky form close to his broad chest.

“fuck eren, feels so good.” you whined grabbing at his back.

“i bet it does you slut.”

if this is how it felt to have eren impregnate you, you’d have 1 million kids. your brain was still foggy as you saw his bulge in your abdomen.

“you feel so fuckin good, u want the baby to be in you just like i am right?” he said chuckling to himself. you nodded eyes tightly shut. you felt his heavy balls slapping your pussy.

you felt as he slid his hands under your shirt, playing with your hardened nipples. you yelped softly from the contact. he quickly bought your lips together, kissing you harshly. his tongue swirling around your mouth and licking at your lips and cheek.

he backed up away from the kiss.

“im gonna cum into your pretty pussy, ‘n give you so many kids.” he groaned into your ear, his fat cock twitching and pulsing inside of you. you looked at him as his eyebrows knitted together.

he moaned and grunted as he released his seed into you. “fuck fuck fuck.” he gripped onto you breasts harder.

he pulled out kissing you on the cheek.

“don’t worry about cumming baby, we’ve got plenty more times we’re gonna try.” he panted.

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levi:

levi gave you a confused look asking you to repeat what you just said.

“i said i wanna have your baby.” you said looking up at him.

“please vi’ baby, i think im ready to have a baby, i know it’s a big responsibility but we can do it.” you whined while he still looked at you confused.

“im not sure y/n. the way you talk about a baby… it sounds like you’re begging for a puppy.” he scoffs looking at you laying on his belly.

you turned around away from him. and the two of you sat in silence for a while.

levi was contemplating it, children were a lot and they’d be there for your whole life. he didn’t really have an issue, he wanted you to prove just how much you wanted a child though.

“how do i know you just don’t wanna have sex, unprotected at that?” he said.

you laughed softly to yourself, “no im so serious, i actually have very bad baby fever. i want you to be a daddy levi.” you turned looking at him with a sparkle in your eyes and a cute smile.

the way the word slipped out of your mouth, daddy, it aroused him. he wanted you to say it more.

“okay then.” he said sitting up and patting his lap.

you sat down on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck giving him a soft kiss on the lips. he ran his hands up and down your body looking up at you. he pulled off all of your clothes and you took off his.

he was quick to attach his mouth to your breasts licking and sucking on your sensitive buds. he squeezed and played with your free breast. you looked and ran your fingers through his raven black hair, slowly riding his thigh hoping he wouldn’t notice.

he continued licking, leaving your breasts warm, you gasped and moaned from the pleasure he gave you.

“shit, i want you on my cock hun.” he detached from your breast a string of saliva following.

you moved his erect dick and lowered yourself onto him. you both groaned when he was inside.

you held levi close to your chest as you started riding him slowly, soft grunts escaping both of your lips occasionally. it felt so good having him inside of you, he made you feel like you were on a one way trip to heaven. he knew just the way to touch you, just the way to thrust. you heard him mumbling from inside your breasts.

“cant wait to be a daddy for you. for us. and for you to be a mama. you’ll do so good, you’re already a good mommy without a baby inside you.”

your soft thighs and his rubbed together, your cream coating his cock. you went blank as you felt your orgasm coming, levi’s head was still close to your chest.

“im about to cum levi. are you close baby?” you brought his head up with you finger tips.

he nodded, his eyes shutting close.

you continued riding him feeling him get deeper. you felt your orgasm wash over you like a wave. you came undone, feeling euphoric as you held levi close.

he felt how you tightened around him and held you tightly. whispering inaudibly about how much he loved you.

cumming inside of you he held you closely, groaning into the crook of your neck.

you sat catching your breath, feeling your cum and his seep onto his lap slowly. you looked into his eyes in a daze. he was out of it as well, he leaned back onto the head board holding you to his chest.

he kissed your head rubbing your back slowly. you couldn’t wait to have his children.

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reiner:

you and reiner had just came back from dinner. he had taken you to a rooftop restaurant for your anniversary, never settling for less.

you had entered the cool apartment sending a chill down your spine. the two of you sat on the couch, the lights and moon from outside being the only thing illuminating the two of you.

you and reiner had a little bit much to drink, you could tell by the way his grabby hands lingered on your body. he pulled you closer, sitting you on his lap. your ass brushed against his hard cock. he kissed at your neck the scent of tequila persistently swaying in the air as he whispered in your ear.

“fuck y/n i love you, i got you some more gifts, they’re gonna be here tomorrow.”

“okay reiner.” you groaned rubbing his leg.

he kissed you on the cheek, his stubbly beard and mustache scratching you softly.

“that necklace looks so good on you babe.” he said looking at the pendant.

you smiled at him, kissing him on the lips.

“fuck, i need you so much baby, let me show you how much i need you.” he whispered into your ear. you looked at him and brought your hands to his hard cock, palming him through his pants.

“really?” you whispered teasingly

“yes really” he breathed shakily

he didn’t even wait for an answer, he grabbed your cheeks pulling you into an aggressively hungry kiss. squeezing your fleshy ass in the process.

still making out with him, you worked your hands down twoards reiner’s pants. unbuttoning them, you slid your hand into his underwear pumping him softly. the kiss started to vibrate as he moaned from the pleasure.

“fuck y/n you gotta stop before i cum already.” he laughed breathily.

he layed you on your stomach onto the couch, pulling off your red silk dress, underwear and bra.

“fuck you’re such a cutie y/n, seeing you like this is enough to make me finish.” he pushed your hair behind your ear to whisper.

he pulled down his pants, and boxes freeing his fat cock. his crimson tip leaky with precum.

he put his large hands over your ass for leverage, shoving himself into you as quick as possible.

the sudden feeling of being full prompted you to yelp inside of the fluffy pillows on the couch.

“fuck baby you’re so wet and tight, im already outta breath. gonna make you feel so good.” he grunted thrusting slowly.

you whined as he thrusted very slowly, hands on both sides of your waist.

“reiner go faster.” you hiccuped, his slow pace doing almost nothing for you.

he sped up a little, whimpering in the process.

“you feel so good y/n ‘m gonna fuck a baby into you. ‘s gonna feel so good.” he said as he stuffed his cock in between your puffy lips.

he leaned down, his chest making close contact to your back.

“you love it dont you y/n?” his deep sultry voice whispered into your ear.

he sped up his pace, his balls slapping your ass and the back of your thighs.

you mewled deeply into the pillow, black stains now covering them from the mascara running down your cheeks.

“just like that reiner, so so good.”

he gripped your hair, the sound of your bodies slapping together being the only sound in the whole apartment.

reiner’s pace started to slow as he was getting closer. his hips bucking into your thighs.

“ im gonna cum inside of you gorgeous.” he said as he filled you up, his pace becoming irregular as he tried to get you to finish.

you cried out his name into the pillow, your nails digging into the arm of the velvet couch.

your pussy tightened around his cock, draining him even more as you came all over his dick.

he pulled out of you slowly, your cum and his spilled out of your pussy onto your thighs.

reiner fell on top of your back laying down on your. kissing your back and your cheeks.

“happy anniversary gorgeous.”

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kenny:

“yer’ quiet the lively one ain’tcha?” you looked up at the older man hovering over you.

“yes, sir’” you said, completely stopping from dancing.

“ya know, you’re a very beautiful girl. how’d you like to party with a cowboy, i can tell it wouldn’t be your first rodeo.” he winked

you thought about it long and hard. he was clearly way older than you, but oddly enough he was attractive for a man who could be your father, hell maybe even your grandfather. he stood very tall, black hair to his shoulders and a cowboy hat.

you did question why a random older guy came up to you asking for sex. maybe it was the way you had dressed tonight. or maybe the way you were dancing provocatively onto a few girls you had met earlier that night.

either way you weren’t gonna fuck an old guy with no money.

“so how bout’ it?” he said grinning over you.

“ $350, no lower.” you stated, staring at your pedicured nails. walking over to a table sitting down with your drink.

“why so high? you’re not tryna trouble an old man like me are ya?” he said jokingly sitting next to you, alcohol lingering from his breath.

“im serious, it wouldn’t go well with my conscious having sex with an old man for no money.” you looked at him batting your eyelashes.

“what are ya, a prostitue?”

“no, i just have morals and having sex with a man well over 40 ain’t one of ‘em.”

he chuckled.

“just cause you’re stubborn i’ll give you $400.”

“really?!” you looked over at him, pupils large.

“yeah, what’s your name sweetie?”

“what’s yours”

“i asked you first darlin’ “ he said slightly aggravated

“i’ll only tell you if you tell me first.” you slurped your caipirinha.

“you can call me kenny hun’ “ he rubbed your thigh.

“it’s y/n”

“that’s a very pretty name, say y/n let’s take it on somewhere else.”

you nodded.

you thought he was gonna take you somewhere more civilized. like a motel or his home. instead he took you out to his truck, it was surprisingly not that messy. he pushed you into the back seat and ordered you to take off your clothes.

“are you gonna at least take me to a motel or something?” you whined aggravated.

“im a busy man princess, i can but just know it’s gonna come out of that $400.” he chuckled holding your chin.

“fine.” you removed your clothes.

he looked over you, “you’ve got a mighty fine body.” he said groping your breasts. soft mewls leaving your mouth.

he licked at your soft nipples, turning hard from his warm tongue. he bit and sucked on your bud causing you to writhe in his padded car seat. he licked down your whole body to your soaking wet pussy.

“yer’ cunnie’s even cuter.” he groaned kissing your folds. he slipped his long thin fingers inside of you, curling them slightly going in and out.

you covered your mouth in attempts not to let him know that it felt nice.

“it’s okay pretty, sing for me.” he smirked rubbing at your thighs.

he took off his hat putting it onto your head. he removed his fingers replacing them with his mouth. smacking and slurping at your pussy while rubbing your clit.

“feels so good, mr kenny sir.” you gasped your hands entangled into his dark black hair. he stuffed his tongue into your tight hole, rubbing just the right spots.

it felt great, until he stopped. before you can inquire why, he undid his belt, pulling down his trousers, revealing his happy trail, then his hard heavy dick.

he spread your legs then sat in between them, entering himself

into you. he pulled you onto his lap as he started fucking you. your held him tightly moaning his name aloud.

“fuck sweetie yer’ makin’ me feel so good.” he grunted slamming into your gspot.

“fuck you’re gonna let me cum into ya right? im gonna knock you up princess.” you nodded your head tears pricking at your eyelashes.

he kissed you deeply the taste of rum and lime mixing in your mouths. your cream coated his cock and balls as he nibbled on your neck, his large hands sitting on your breasts, twisting and pinching your sensitive nipples.

“oh god kenny i think im gonna cum.” you hiccuped in his ear.

“go ahead cowgirl.” he grunted heavy balls slapping your pussy.

you held on close to him, your pussy gliding on his shaft. you shut your eyes as your cunt gripped onto him, white cum coating his dick. he continued bouncing you on top of him, the truck shaking from all of your movements.

he gripped onto your ass harder as his cock twitched, releasing his hot semen inside of you.

he panted, hair sticking to his forehead from his sweat. you leaned your head on his shoulder out of breath.

“that was so good sir.” you said in between breaths

“do i still gotta pay you?” he said breathy

“no, you’re fine. let’s do it again though.”

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armin:

you and armin had gotten into your 100th argument that month, or at least it felt like it. it was always over petty things and armin never tried to make things better.

“well maybe if you’d never moved my stuff this would’ve never happened.” armin groaned

“armin this wasn’t my fault, it shouldn’t have been on the floor like that, all i was trying to do was get it out of the way so no one would step on it.” you crossed your arms.

“you know what never mind let’s just stop.” he said clearly aggravated. he walked into the dining area and sat at the table by himself for a few hours.

you got up and told him that you ordered some food and that it was here.

“leave it, i’ll get it later.” he said quietly scrolling on his phone. you nodded going back to your room, continuing to get ready to go off to a party with your friends.

when you came out it the tight, revealing black dress armin stared at you in disbelief.

“where are you going?” he stood up.

“out with my friends.” you put on your earrings, “you’ve been giving me a hard time lately, i gotta cool off, get drunk, smoke, i don’t know but i gotta do something.”

“please y/n don’t go, im sorry about earlier.” he came up behind you giving you a hug.

“im serious im going out, you just eat. and no i’m not gonna cheat on you while i’m out. so don’t even try to start it” you said grabbing your purse and leaving out the door.

while you were gone armin sat alone at the table, by himself. getting up to take a shower and go to bed.

when you came back a few hours later you went into the room to see him sprawled on the bed in nothing but his sweatpants. you sat on the bed taking off your heels when he grabbed your arm.

“hm what is it baby?”

“did you have fun?” he asked sleepily trailing his fingers down your forarm.

“yes it was fun.” you laughed thinking about the night’s events.

“im glad you had fun.” he kissed your cheek. “lemme help you undress.”

he slid your dress straps off your arm and you pulled the rest of the dress down. revealing the white and red lingerie you were wearing under.

“why’re you wearing this?” he asked

“i was planning on trying to get things right with you when i came home.” you whispered in his ear sending shivers down his spine.

he sat up sitting next to you, admiring your body in the lingerie. the curves of your breast, the way he could see your pussy through the panties. he pushed you down on to the bed softly, sinking into the covers he rubbed his hands up and down your body.

he moved his hands down to your panties rubbing your clit through them. you moaned softly, bucking your hips against his fingers.

he pulled your panties to the side stuffing your wet pussy with his slim fingers. you gasped softly just as he touched the right spots.

he used his free hand to unhook the back of your bra freeing your breasts. he then groped your tits, squeezing and pinching your pebbled nipples causing you to squirm.

when he got up, you could clearly see the print of his cock through his sweatpants. causing you to get more aroused thinking of the things he’d do to you with it.

you slipped your underwear off as he pulled down his sweatpants. he teasingly rubbed his tip through your wet slit a few time before stuffing himself inside. he put your legs around his waist, fucking you softly.

“fuck you feel so good armin.” you moaned looking at the ceiling, your breasts bouncing up and down.

he moaned softly sliding his cock in and out of your wet greedy cunt. as he thrusted back and forth you could feel him in your abdomen, with the way he was fucking you it felt like he was hitting your brain.

“god y/n you make me so mad sometimes, but i still love you either way, can’t help but adore your adorable face and body.” he grunted while trying to contain himself inside of you.

he thrusted even harder his hands gripping your sides as his skin slapped against the back of your thighs, getting more red from all of the harsh contact.

“im gonna cum armin.” you hiccuped

“i want you to come all over my dick.” a smirk tugged on his lips

“im gonna cum inside of you y/n, im gonna cum so much it’s gonna give you a baby.” moaned into your ear

his words bringing you closer to climax as you gripped onto him, nails red painted nails scratching onto his back. leaving marks that would be tended to later on.

“ah armin.” you gasped as you tightened around his dick, practically squeezing him dry.

his pace became sloppy as he tried to keep up with himself, “im gonna stuff you. im gonna fill your womb with a baby. ” he whimpered in your ear releasing himself all inside of your cunt. he thrusted riding out his high before he stopped, mouth agape panting.

he indulged in a soft kiss from you groping your breasts.

“fuck sometimes it’s so hard being mad at you.”

♡

a/n2: sorry this took a lil long… i hope u guys like it, sorry if i’m not perfect at writing with breeding. also ik i said i was gonna do 6 men but that was lowkey a lot considering i couldn’t really think of anymore characters… but thank u guys for 200 i love you all <33

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Defying Conventions II

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI, A/B/O

➵ Fic Masterlist ➵ AO3 Link ➵ Previous Please be warned -cw: omegaverse, breeding kink, impregnation, pregnant sex, graphic birth. If those things bother you, then this is not the fic for you.

I feel like I am taking a big risk with this one. As someone who has recently gone through childbirth, it is definitely a traumatic thing, even when things go well. I write as a coping mechanism for trauma - so here it is.

It’s all going to shit.

Hosea. Lenny. Dead. John just busted out of Sisika. The bank robbery in Lemoyne gone completely south - and being marooned on that godforsaken island.

Not to mention Dutch and his behavior. Seems like Micah is in the man’s ear more than anyone else nowadays.

Beaver Hollow is miserable - damp, in these dark, dusty hills of Roanoke. It's stifling, the misery this place exudes.

“Arthur-”

Arthur whips around, ready to snap at yet another person asking him to do something-

It’s you. Your cheeks are the slightest bit flushed. His hackles settle, temper calmed by the nearness of his other half.

“What d’ya need, darlin’?” He smiles as he raises his hand to welcome you into an embrace.

You don’t move, causing him to frown.

“I… uhm, I-” You stumble slightly, your hand unconsciously moving to your neck, where you have pinned a shawl to cover your skin.

Realization dawns on him, and a low, dull ache begins to burn in his gut.

“Y’ sayin’ we need to get away for a few days?”

You sheepishly shake your head, cheeks flushed. His smile returns and he takes the step to move closer. He wraps his arms around you, clutching you to him. You sigh and melt into his strong embrace.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble into his chest, shuddering slightly as you can feel your heat closing in on you. Tomorrow you’d be a blithering mess.

Arthur presses his lips to your forehead.

“Reckon that’s the best thing anyone’s asked me to do in a while.”

“You ain’t mad?” You look up at him, incredulous.

“Am I mad about my mate askin’ me to get away from this shithole for a few days and spend the hours ruttin’ away?”

“I just hate being so… needy. Dumb omega shit.” You sigh, burying your head in his chest again.

Arthur sighs knowingly, then grins as he pulls the shawl down to expose your neck and immediately buries his head against your clammy skin.

You yelp in surprise and arousal as you feel his tongue press against your mating gland - it’s a good thing that he has one arm strong around your waist, or else you would be stumbling to the ground.

Arthur groans quietly, squeezing you gently. “I’m yer alpha. Y’know what I need? I need to satisfy you.”

You try to push him back, afraid that you’re going to go into heat standing here in the middle of camp as he nuzzles at your neck. Alas, your lover is built like a brick wall, and it is only after quite a bit of fidgeting and you trying to yank your shawl back up that he takes the hint.

“Annesburg? Or d’ya want to go further?” He drawls as you try to collect yourself.

You scowl up at him, “After that, we’ll need to go to Annesburg. Now.”

Arthur smirks, his eyes hidden under the rim of that old gambler’s hat. “Say less, darlin’ girl. Say less.”

It’s a miracle that you can stand upright, there in the gunsmith’s shop as Arthur leans on the counter. While he had been in the foulest of moods earlier in the day, he’d found a second wind the moment you told him you needed him - suddenly acting full alpha - cocky and possessive and hell-bent on getting you desperate for him.

Christ, the whole ride down from Beaver Hollow was near excruciating - Arthur having dragged you onto the saddle in front of him, pressed against him completely, instead of pulling you up on his horse’s rump. Leaning over every so often and nipping at your neck. Groping your breast after passing another rider on the road. By the time the two of you had ridden into the dusty mine town, the flush that had dusted your cheeks before extended down your neck and chest.

“One room. ‘nd here’s extra to not bother us for a few days.”

The poor gunsmith blanches, completely understanding the threatening tone in Arthur’s voice. He nods, handing the alpha a key, muttering directions to the room, in the building next to the shop.

Arthur smirks, turning around and grabbing your arm, guiding you quickly to the room. Punching the key into the lock, he opens the door and watches as you stumble inside. A rumble, all alpha, punches out of his chest as you wipe at your brow, leaning against the wardrobe in the room.

“I’m just gonna get the horse straight. Be back in a minute.” Arthur calls back as he steps out of the room, leaving you to pant wearily as you survey the room that you’re going to lock the two of you in for the next couple of days.

You whine as you paw at the shawl hiding your neck, finally unlatching it and throwing it unceremoniously to the floor. Feverishly unbuttoning your blouse, you pull your arms out of it and toss it aside as well. You’re yanking the straps of your chemise down your arms and baring your breasts as Arthur re-enters the room. Your chemise hangs around your waist as your hands cup your breasts, your breath coming in short, fast pants.

“Need it that bad, omega?” Arthur purrs, pushing your hands away from your chest and placing his own atop your breasts, squeezing gently as you moan.

“Don’t - don’t be cruel- I’m…shit, I’m in heat.” You gasp out as his thumb traces over your nipple. Your knees shake as your hands grasp at him, and you feel your bloomers dampen as your slick begins to come.

One of Arthur’s hands moves from your breast to your waist and immediately starts yanking at your skirts, loosening the waist and pushing them down, along with your bloomers, to pool on the floor at your ankles, leaving you completely bare.

“I’ve got you, darlin’ girl,” Arthur grasps one of your hands and presses it against his massive erection in his pants, and you mewl desperately, craving the way he fills you.

“Go on, get on the bed.” He nods to you and you shakily follow his order, laying down on the bed and opening your legs, rubbing at your throbbing core, watching as your alpha undresses himself. Jacket and work shirt, denim and union suit, they are all shed as you watch, touching yourself all the while.

He goes to climb into the bed with you as you catch a glimpse of his eyes - the faintest red rim around those blue pools.

You groan, a pained cry from your chest, and he stops immediately. Your heat has fully set in, and your body jolts in furious need. You sit up rapidly, trying to gain some semblance of control over yourself.

“I.. you… you begin to rut, there’s a chance-” you suck in a breath against the cramping pain, “I’ll take.”

Arthur hovers over you. “Is that what you want?”

A pained gasp is all you can reply.

“It hurts-” you moan, crumbling forward in the bed, clutching at your lower abdomen. Arthur’s large, warm hands find your sides immediately and gently push you to lay fully on your stomach.

“Hands and knees, let me take care of you.”

You breathe heavily, labored, through your mouth, your fever making you weak. You let him maneuver you however he wants, having lost the strength to do anything else. Your limbs are drawn under you, and your head presses heavily into the old pillow. He positions himself behind you, grabbing your hips and hoisting them up. You moan throatily into that pillow as he takes one hand to stroke his cock into full rigidity.

Before he presses inside, it hits you. You push up on your elbows and he stops, rubbing your lower back. You breathe out against another cramp that shudders through your body. “You… you’re gonna…”

All of the hotheadedness of being an alpha vanishes.

“Honey we don’t have to - it’s what you want.”

You swallow. He’s in position to mount you, the most base and primal of ways to slake this biological need. The complete and utter submission of an omega to their alpha. Some say it’s an old wives tale, but omegas know - they are taught very early on, that being mounted was supposedly the best way to breed - the surest way to conceive a child. That if they were caught out in the world by an alpha, to fight like hell to not be mounted.

“What do you want, Arthur?”

He leans over you and you feel his lips on your shoulder as one of his hands gently grasps the crest of your hip.

“I wanna spend my days wit’ you.”

“That don’t answer the question.” You suck in another breath against the pain.

He pets your cunt gently, making you shiver as his knuckle parts your folds. “I’ll be happy either way. If you wanna spend our days ridin’ as partners or raisin’ children - I’ll be there as your mate.”

“And… and if I want…?” You gasp out against the pain, your slick starting to run down his knuckle all the way to his wrist, “If I want to have your child?”

He groans loudly and removes his hand from your cunt, immediately smearing your slick all over his cock and he pumps it vigorously. His opposite hand clamps hard on your hip, yanking you up to align with his swaying pelvis.

“Omega-” he growls, all predator, with the blunt head of his cock pressed against the seam of you, probing against the rim of your cunt, raring to plunge into your body, “I’ll breed you right, girl.”

His voice is rough, his tone warning. Another sway of his hips and his cockhead slips in, you do your part and press your hips back to take him, to urge him forward. You moan throatily into the pillow as he presses inside - somehow his cock feels bigger, thicker in this position than at any other time.

“Fuck, darlin’.” Arthur curses when he’s fully sheathed inside you, hands strong on your hips. On his knees behind you, he guides you on and off of his cock as he thrusts his hips in tandem. The bed squeaks with the movement of your bodies. You clench the pillow hard as your lover picks up the pace, fucking into you frantically.

With each powerful thrust of him into you, you feel his knot start to grow, stretching you with a pain that you crave. If you were able to turn around and look up at him, you’d see his eyes rimmed in red. But you could tell, with the way his hands clamp on your hips, the hardness of his cock - you know he’s gone into rut.

He slows, breathing heavily through his nose, reminiscent of a beast of burden.

“Darlin’-” his voice is rough and thick with arousal, “Last chance, omega. D’ya want me to put a baby in you?”

You shudder, hissing at the finality of his implication as you feel the trickle down your neck from your mating gland of that sweet, pheromone-filled oil.

“Yes.” You whine, “Yes, Arthur, let me - give me, ngh-” you throw your hips backward to spear yourself on his hard cock, “Breed me.”

“Fuck-” Arthur groans, and almost immediately, his knot swells, stretching the rim of your cunt as he locks himself into you. You whine against the pain-pleasure of it all.

Here you are, on your hands and knees, alpha mounting you, waiting for him to breed you - oh, what a place to be in - what a situation you thought you would never be in. Arthur quickly leans over you, plastering his chest over your back, his strong arms caging you in on either side of your own. It’s terrifyingly intimate as he breathes loudly through his nose, nipping at the gland on your neck.

The world slows.

“I love you,” he rumbles into your ear, and gives one more thrust into you, knot keeping him snugly in your cunt, “I love you - I love you -” He babbles before sucking one final breath in.

Every nerve of yours is alight. You’ve never felt so in tune with your body. For one final instant, you shiver, your womb ready to accept. One final cramp of need, lower than ever, and you know it is the way your body sings for your mate. Your heart stops. Your cunt clenches at Arthur’s cock, as if it were begging for him the same way you shamelessly are.

Splayed over you, his lips quickly find your gland and he sucks, you gasp, and then you can feel it - deep in your body, you feel the warmth of his seed, his cock pulsing in your cunt as he fills you.

The sound he makes is beautiful, a moan that transcends physical need. No, this was more. This was your mate, this was breeding, this was the pinnacle of what you were born for. This was creation. The swell of emotion overflows as tears burst from your eyes. You let out a crooning moan of your own as you take him, you take all of him, every pulse of him into your womb.

The moment seems to last forever. Heaving, panting, groaning, Arthur empties himself into you, locked at the hilt, your body shaking at the sheer implication of it all. For once in your life, your omegahood was not a curse. Your alpha, bent over you, mounted and pumping his hot spend into you.

Arthur gasps like a fish out of water once he’s done. The roaring of your heart in your chest seems to overpower everything. You sob loudly and he immediately sobers and moves the two of you to lay on your sides on the bed, still locked at the hips. He brushes back a lock of your hair, “Honey, are you alri-?”

“I love you,” you cry out, taking his hand and pulling it to your breast, over your heart. “Arthur I love you, I need you - you’re everything-”

He settles in behind you, his knot still locked strong within your body.

“Honey darlin’ girl…” You can feel him smile into your hair, “Mate.”

All of the fierceness, the rough possession, it all has faded as Arthur gently nuzzles the back of your head. You pull his hand down to your belly, right to the cradle of your hips, to splay out over your womb. “Our child - Arthur.”

He presses against your hot skin, arms wrapped tightly around you, and the next thing you know, that overwhelming warmth shoots through your cunt again as he breathes out heavily.

“Gonna make sure I give you one.” He groans, voice rough as he shallowly pumps his hips against your rear, another round of spend coating your insides.

You mewl, accepting him, rolling your hips as you make another noise of desperation.

“Y‘okay?” He asks, his arm tightening around you.

You whine, wiggling your hips, testing the strength of his knot. He growls in your ear, one of his hands shooting down to your cunt and forcing your legs apart and the other wound under your ribcage, engulfing and squeezing one of your breasts.

Arthur sucks in a breath and nuzzles the back of your neck. His hips jut forward once again, and his cock swells within you.

“Got one last one in me - gonna, gonna g-give you-“

Your entire body quivers in anticipation, and you grab Arthur’s hand from your breast and spread it over your lower belly, holding your hand over his. Over where you will grow and create and swell with child, his child.

“Give me a baby, Arthur-”

Arthur grunts, cock pulsing, and you mewl as you feel the bleeding warmness of him exit his body and enter yours. Gentle waves of him, dripping down and over his knot, smearing across both his and your thighs. A physical sign that he’s filled your cunt to the brim with his seed.

Finally, as the two of you breathe heavily from near-exhaustion, Arthur’s knot recedes enough that he is able to pull himself from you. Arthur slides himself from your body gently, and you whine as his inches leave you. He leans over you and kisses your temple. “I’ll get us some food. Get some rest.”

You turn over in the bed to face him, rubbing gently at your belly. You smile, mischievously.

“I like you mountin’ me.”

Arthur scowls at you, “Jesus Christ, you can’t just say that. We’ll never leave this bed if you keep acting like that.”

You simply smile, leaning in and taking his lips with yours, throwing your leg over his hip, preventing him from leaving the sanctity of the bed. One of his hands rounds your hip to cup your ass.

Shivering slightly, you involuntarily clench as you feel another trickle of his essence leak from your cunt. You look down between you, Arthur’s eyes following yours. You unwind your leg from his hip and turn to lie on your back.

Your dark hair has lovely drips of white coursing through it, and Arthur groans quietly when he sees it. He reaches, collecting that viscous rivulet on his finger, and you watch intently as he looks back at you, raising his brow as he trails his finger through your thatch of hair.

He lovingly, gently presses it back in, and you whine with oversensitivity at the feeling of his thick trigger finger slipping through the sore rim of your cunt. Arthur takes your lips with his, smothering your complaint.

After several moments, he extracts his hand, leaning back on his elbow. He nuzzles against your neck, the now-faded ring left by his teeth those weeks ago. “When will you know if you took?”

You shrug, “I guess when my heat ends. Never really paid attention much to them omega lessons…What happens now?”

Arthur rolls onto his back, stretching himself out in the bed, looking up at the moisture-stained ceiling of the rented room. “Things are endin’ with the gang. As much as it kills me to say it…”

You move closer to him, laying your head upon his chest. “And us…?”

“You’re my mate. You’re hopefully carrying my child. Ain't gonna make the mistakes I’ve made in the past.”

You fiddle with a strand of your long, messy hair. “I know we’re mates and all but…” you trail off, eyes trained on the strand of hair instead of him.

“Let’s get Swanson to marry us,” Arthur says, winding his arm around you again.

A smile blooms across your face and you immediately sit up and kiss him, hard, dragging him back down to the bed.

You awaken the next day in the mid-morning, when the sun is already high in the sky. Arthur’s already up, sitting on the side of the bed, half-dressed. He looks back at you as you stretch your arms overhead. Yawning, you run your hands down your body to rest at the cradle of your hips.

A warmth blooms under your hand. You don’t know how to explain it, but you’re sure you took.

His large hand covers yours.

“Thinkin’ so?”

You nod, looking back at him, unable to stop yourself from smiling. You push yourself up and crash into his embrace.

“But you know, can never be too sure.” You giggle.

A spark of amusement shoots through those river-blue eyes of his.

“Get on your knees, omega. Let’s make sure.”

Months Later…

“Absolutely not.”

You frown, pouting reminiscent of a petulant child. You have to stop yourself from stomping your foot on the old wooden floor.

“Ain’t no way in hell am I mountin’ you when you're this close to giving birth.” Arthur scowls at you, looking you up and down with a set jaw and exasperated tone.

“C’monnn…” You tease, taking your hands and running them down your ribcage to highlight your quite large belly under the fabric of your dress.

“No. Christ, it’s hard enough not to go into rut when you’re just sleeping next to me.” Arthur shakes his head, turning away from you, trying to distract himself.

“Gentle?” You wind your way around him, your hand tracing up his back.

“Woman….” He gives a warning tone, but you can tell that you are wearing him down.

“Please, alpha.” You press yourself against him suggestively, taking one of his hands and placing it over the swell of your belly, “You need to take care of your omega.”

His fingers pulse over your skin, and with a sigh, he gives in, “I ain’t knotting you, no matter how much you beg. Christ, I shouldn’t even be entertainin’ this.”

With a giggle, your fingers fly to where his suspenders are fastened to his black work pants, and before he can even react, you have one unclipped. He snatches your hands away from his waist and holds them up above your head.

“You are the most troublesome-”

You lean up on your and kiss him, effectively silencing his retort. When you pull away, you smile up at him, and he cannot help but give the smallest smile back.

“Like I was sayin’, troublesome. C’mon now, get in bed.” Arthur playfully swats at your hip as you grab his hand, pulling him toward the bedroom.

The small cabin could use some updating - but for the soon-to-be three of you, the small homestead tucked away in the hills of Ambarino is exactly what you never knew you needed. A small bedroom, a bed tucked over in the corner, a fireplace, and an old, beaten-up dresser - for all the time you’d spent running, sleeping in tents and on bedrolls - having a home with your husband was something you’d never think you’d have.

As you reach the bed, he stops you and spins you around, holding you upright all the while. Arthur leans down and presses his lips against yours, one hand pulling at your dress, gathering up the skirts, bunching them up, raising them up, up to your hips. With an awkward shimmy with your belly hanging low, your bloomers pool to the floor with a quick tug from Arthur’s fingers.

“C’mon - lay down,” Arthur taps your hip and motions to the bed.

You raise your eyebrows as he undoes his other suspender, about to comment on how dressed the two of you still are.

“No-” he warns, “You take everythin’ off and I’m definitely knotting you. And we aren’t doin’ that.”

You’re about to complain again but are cut off as he pushes you, gently, down onto the bed before shoving his pants and short drawers down his saddle-hewn thighs.

At that sight, you quickly lay down, rolling onto your side as you hike your skirts up to bare your cunt.

“Thought so, troublesome.” Arthur jokes as he slides himself into bed behind you, the skin of his pelvis and cock warm against your rear.

It takes some awkward maneuvering - everything is awkward when you are this far gone, but finally, he slowly presses himself into you, and you sigh in contentment.

It’s everything he is not to slam his hips into you, to knot you, to claim claim claim. But he needs to be soft, to be gentle, to be careful.

You moan appreciatively when he gives a shallow pulse of his hips. The sheath of your body feels like a live wire - primed and ready to snap at any time. The pace he finds is slow, but full and heady. You mewl, your body shuddering as you come, and Arthur is forced to pull himself from you and wrap his hand around his cock, hissing as he feels his knot expand around nothing.

You struggle to turn yourself over, but finally do so and wrap your hand around his knot, joining his hand around that swollen base of him. He unclenches his jaw and looks down at you as you squeeze at him, moving your fingers from his hard knot up his shaft, and downward again.

“Sweetheart you don’t-” he grits out as you begin to pump him.

“Hush-” you interrupt as you lay your head upon his chest, twisting your hand around him as you stroke up and down. It doesn’t take long for him to find his own end. Arthur growls, thrusting his hips upward as he comes, spurting white out of the head of his cock over both of your hands.

After catching his breath, he kisses the crown of your head, “You okay?”

You look up and smile at him, satiated.

Arthur tosses the last of the firewood he’d been chopping all afternoon in the pile under the overhang, wiping the sweat from his brow as he lays the ax against the outside of the cabin. Grabbing the carbine that he had been cleaning earlier, he shoulders it as he pushes through the front door.

“Darl-”

The bedroom door is closed. Warily, he grabs the door handle and slowly opens it. Arthur stops completely, eyes widening as he scans the room. The whole atmosphere has changed from even this morning, and he slides the carbine from his shoulder and props it against the wall.

It’s dark, the curtains drawn against the midafternoon sun. Before his eyes adjust to the darkness, he can just barely make out your form, leaning against the mantle, your head on your forearms.

He closes the door again, recreating the safety of the nest. He realizes that’s what it is only after shutting the door. A nest.

“Is it-?”

You nod as pain rips through you and you groan, clutching your belly. Arthur is on you in an instant, holding you upright.

Immediately, a fierce agitation in his blood sings. Protect, protect, protect.

You breathe out heavily through your nose as you stand up to full height again. “C’n you make a fire? I need… I need-”

“Anythin’, darlin’. Here, how about you sit down-”

“No, no I need to walk.”

For the next hours, you pace back and forth in the room, wincing every so often, one hand supporting your belly. You’ve kicked your shoes off, and Arthur has as well, sitting in a chair next to the fire, knee bouncing as he watches you intently. The warmth of the room is nearly suffocating to him, but he would never dream of asking to open the window or put out the fire. He simply rolls up the sleeves of his faded blue work shirt.

You suck in a pained breath and a groan echoes through the room as you double over, trying to assuage the overwhelming feeling in your hips.

“I- I think it’s time… h-help me get undressed and onto the bed.”

Arthur nods, stepping closer to you and reaching for the laces of your dress, pulling them apart and helping you step out of the fabric. He continues, solemnly, pushing the straps of your chemise down your shoulders. Gently, your chemise falls away, your bloomers puddle at your feet. Arthur’s blood is on fire as he can see the rivulet of liquid trail down your legs. Your breasts heavy and full, nipples darkened, your belly low. Your body heaving.

He is in awe. Not carnally - though he always wants you - he is in awe of you gritting your teeth against a wave of pain. He is in awe at the movement he sees in your belly. He is in awe of what is about to come, what you are about to do. You groan and reach for him. He immediately places his hands around your waist to steady you. You murmur softly as you lean into his embrace.

“Let’s get you to bed, darlin’ girl.” Arthur gently leads you to the bed and helps you lie down in it. You groan, trying to get comfortable, but it is a lost cause.

The hours continue to roll by, punctuated by your body seizing in agonizing pain every few minutes. You whimper to the ceiling, jumbled syllables of prayers, of curses, of his name.

He wants to growl, he wants to go outside and tear something to pieces. There is an overwhelming need to destroy as he watches you writhe in pain trying to bring his child into the world. He wants to fight another alpha - to dominate - to provide some kind of placation to the inferno in his chest.

Another pained, agonized whimper from you brings him back to reality.

“Si-sit me up,” You grit your teeth as Arthur helps you up, he sits at the head of the bed behind you and you lean back on him for strength. He will give you it all, he would give you anything to take this pain away, if only he could shoulder this task for you. You spread your legs a little further as your head falls back upon his shoulder, a wail crawling out of your throat. Slick trails down your neck from your mating gland as Arthur helps to hold you in a reclined position.

Spiced, warm, rich- with just a hint of the sweetness you usually smell like. It’s different, and instead of driving him wild with the need to rut, it’s making his heart pound with anxiousness and protectiveness. He’s sure if someone were to encroach on the area he would tear them to shreds with his bare hands right now.

“Doin’ so good.” He murmurs against your temple and you moan again in response, your head lolling forward as you hoarsely cry out.

“A-Arthur, its- it’s comin’, the baby-” You pant, and your hands move from clutching the bed sheets hanging between your legs.

“I’m here, I’m here.” Assurance is all he can do at the moment. Blood begins to stain the sheet underneath you as you breathe heavily out your nose. Red smears your thighs as the end draws near. Your back tenses and your fingers clutch at his. Your nails dig into the back of his hand, but his pain be damned. Your head turns into his chest, squeezing your eyes shut, searching for some sort of comfort.

A rumble, deep and strong, claws up from his chest. His free hand spreads out over your belly, pulsing, cramping, hard - he can feel the ordeal your body is going through beneath his fingertips. Moments drag on as you breathe heavily through your nose.

With a gasp, you grab his hand from your belly and draw it down between your legs, against your cunt. Tears stream from your eyes as you wail loudly, the final moments having arrived.

“Y’can do this, sweetheart, you’re doin’ so good-” He murmurs into your temple as you pant, another cry clawing up from your throat.

“Arthur-!”

Taking in a measured breath, you shudder in against him, a hoarse shout filling the room as you deliver the child. In a rush of blood and fluid, Arthur finds himself cupping the baby’s head as it slides into the world. A final scream pierces the room as you push again, the child’s shoulders and the rest of its body leaving you and into the waiting hands of its parents.

You immediately are lucid, and bring the child up to your chest, and the newborn’s piercing cry fills the room. The white-blue cord from the child’s belly pulses against your own, the blood connection between the two of you still strong.

Arthur is struck dumb. He can barely comprehend what has just happened as you coo gently at the wailing babe, sticky and bloody.

“L-lie us down, and get that linen blanket o’er there.” You whisper as you rub the child’s back, and its cries slowly quiet. He is jolted back to reality, and slowly, gently lies you down in the bed, standing up and grabbing the aforementioned blanket and bringing it back to you.

You’re able to wrap the babe loosely upon your chest and belly. You look up at Arthur, but his gaze is trained on the rough swaddled babe. The tufts of dark honeyed hair peaking out from the linen. Those blotchy red cheeks.

“Your son, my alpha.” You whisper.

Arthur gapes up at you, seemingly unable to comprehend your words, until something clicks and he immediately leans over and places his lips upon yours in a desperate, emotional kiss.

“Oh, sweetheart - you - you-”

You chuckle softly.

“You’re perfect, he’s perfect - my darlin’ omega girl.”

The child latches to your breast and begins to slowly suckle. The warm spice of your scent from giving birth recedes, and a sweetness replaces it. It’s new, this scent, the tang of milk and notes of comforting vanilla. Arthur breathes in deeply, resonating deep in his bones that you are no longer just his mate; you are mother to his child.

The boy’s scent - a combination of yours and his, invades his nostrils. Of sweet vanilla and leather. Of that tang of milk. He wants to nuzzle against the child and breathe in deep. The only scent he wants to be bathed in forevermore.

In those quiet moments after the ordeal of birth, you open the swaddled linen to give him access to cut the cord between you and the child, a quick flick of his hunting knife above the child’s abdomen. He holds you, kissing your temple and murmuring sweet nothings as you clutch at the child, delivering the afterbirth with a soft, stifled whine of pain.

Things start to slow. He’s got a new purpose now. As you drift to sleep, cleaned and in a new chemise, upon fresh sheets, his gaze moves to the basket next to the bed, where in a fresh swaddle of linen, his son also sleeps.

It's murderous, the things he would do to protect the two of you. This nest, the newborn child, and you recovering from birth. His blood sings- not in the need to fuck, but in the solemn duty he now has - as alpha, as husband, as father. It's fierce, the protectiveness he now feels. Like a snarling wolf defending territory. Alpha, protector. Head of the family.

He sits down in the chair opposite the bed, carbine in reach, beginning his watch. The watch that would consume him for the rest of his life.

But he’s content with this new calling.

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