#mentions of breeding kink

[holylulusworld]

Cavills sherlock has a breeding kink hiding somewhere and you best believe i would brat my way into finding it!!! I would let this man punish me against the kitchen or the balcony or the dining room or wherever like he could hit it🥵

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NSFW thots....I repeat NSFW thots...

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After he ruined every room at his home with you, Sherlock found out he's got a certain kink.

The thought of claiming your body in any way makes him feral

While he's breeding the hell out of you, he will call you his 👇

He won't let up, pushing you to your limit until you are a blubbering mess.

After he's done with you he'll make sure you're okay and lie down, smirking as his cum drips out of your abused cunt.

Yeah, he definitely has a thing for breeding you.

[macchiatosdumptruck]

AhahhHahahaha tis I 😈

It’s been awhile.

I had one done for New Years and forgot to ask it 🤦‍♀️

BUT

in honour of St. Valentine’s Day tomorrow - Terri/ Dani smutty Valentine HCs - go.

Their first one or after they’ve been together a long time.

I’m thinking first one or maybe second if they hadn’t been together very long for the first one.

Terri hasn’t completely corrupted her yet - not for lack of trying though.

Dani is nervous / about her plan for tonight - for their first Valentine’s (or their first real one as they still were in that not defining it phase for the first)

Terri usually initiates everything, and it’s that Dani doesn’t want it as much as the older women - far from it. She has becomes quite insatiable - “my greedy little girl” Terri says sometimes in that mockingly affectionate tone. But it seems to be the dynamic they have fallen into - Terri with the roving hands, Terri arranging her how she wants, Terri’s hands on the inside of her knees spreading her legs - and Dani isn’t complaining - neither is Terri, but it still kind of irritates her, that Terri gives her so much and Dani gives so back so little - she doesn’t understand yet that Terri doesn’t see it like that - if anything Terri knows the girl gives too much - she can’t help it, she’s so earnest and good and Terri will take take take, as long is up on offer:

Dani’s not used to being doted on - taken care of or spoiled with so much wealth.

Still, Dani does hates these occasions BECAUSE she knows Terri is going to go all out - the twelve dozen blood red roses this morning were just the beginning. She has to get the older women something, even if Terri insists that Dani being Dani is enough. It’s not that she hates having to give Terri things but - what do you get a women who has everything she could possibly wants and can get whatever she wants with the snap of her fingers. This is why she hates these occasions - anything she gets Terri already has plenty of or what she gets won’t be as good as what Terri probably already has.

Besides, oddly enough, despite the wealth - the houses and cars and and showing off when necessary, Terri isn’t an overly materialistic person.

Her Ma, in the rare times she’d talk about Dani’s father, would always say it was the little things - even a small gesture to show how much he cared - that meant more to her than anything.

Teri does seem to enjoy the little things - even when they’re on some extravagant trip it’s Dani’s company she seems to enjoy the most.

(Terri for one, is only just discovering her domesticity kink.)

Dani has attempted to cook for her a few times but that seemed to really do something for Terri and the food always ended up burned l, and Dani hates wasting food above all. Remembering times when she wouldn’t be quite as full as she needed to be but she would refuse the portion her ma would try to give her, knowing it meant she would be going without.

She thinks about fancy chocolates but Terri doesn’t really have a sweet tooth / her vices lie elsewhere, mainly in bed with Dani.

Terri is a carnal person by nature, so maybe Dani should focus on that in terms of a present, even if she feels silly when she tries to be sexy.

Fancy lingerie? but Terri buys her those like candy - and although she used to lay out what she wanted Dani in - now she lets her choose it some nights when she wants something specific she lays out a couple options for Dani to choose from.

Maybe some new toys but she’s too embarrassed to go by herself, hell she’s too embarrassed when Terri took her, the only thing keeping her from not bolting was the woman’s hand heavy on her back, keeping her grounded and in place. She knew she would get in trouble if she did - she found that she rather liked being in trouble for some things but it was disappointing Terri that she loathed.

Dani catches sight of some of Terry’s silk shirts, hanging on the back of the door, back from the dry cleaners just not put away yet.

She knows the older women loves her in her clothes …..

Maybe a little strip tease ……

Maybe she got the idea after the memory of how they ended up at some business thing that ended up being an excuse for debauchery than business - with high class strippers - more on the burlesque side of things.

She had seen Terri glance at a few of them - never mind they were all the brunettes on the smaller side - and maybe she overheard a few people talking about Terri - her ears seems attuned to the name now. But it was about how she usually never showed such restraint at these things - and how she had left early with two of the most beautiful women in the place on her arm last time - BUT Dani had stalked off in a huff before she could hear them lower their voices to gossip how it must mean that she was serious about this new one. No one had warmed Terri’s bed for that long - kept her attention that long. Terri was never that soft with anyone (well her brand of it anyway).

And okay maybe Dani got a bit jealous and a bit sulky and was more of a brat than normal that night - and she had paid for her behaviour - which Terri forgave as she knew it was born out of insecurity - some day her girl would know her worth in Terri’s eyes - but now it’s giving her ideas.

She goes over holding it up, and her doubts creep in.

This thing is still new - so is Dani’s newfound sensuality / in the sense that she never had much experience before and here she is trying to be sexy - enticing - for the older women who just exudes raw sexual energy and power. Will she just look ridiculous?

A chuckle from the door - “do you want me to buy you some?” And Dani puts it down, trying to play it off, least the older women know what she’s planning (ever if she seems to just know everything where Dani is concerned).

Up on tiptoes to distract the older women and it’s not long before she’s fact down on their bed, Terri’s face between her legs as she muffled her screams in the pillow - so now more thought is given to it.

She does decide to go through with it, swallowing her nerves - she’s got not more ideas. She even buys some cute underwear though / and thigh high socks, with lace drill at the top and a red bow to match.

She snags Terri’s red lipstick too - she remembers fondly how much Terri liked the red stains she left on her strap that one time - and it’s something she wanted to revisit - although she still doesn’t get what Terri gets out of Dani essentially going down on the strap but there’s a lot of things about Terri she thinks she’ll never understand.

She’ll go along with it always - nothing if not eager to please the older women / seeking out her praise and affection like a flower in the dessert during the rain.

Does Terri maybe take her out to a fancy restaurant to show her off? What would people say if Terri didn’t show off her prize on Valentine’s Day after all?!

They get home and Dani fixes Terri a drink telling her to close her eyes - and Terri is full of fondness, does as Dani asks (and what she wouldn’t do for her girl if she only asked).

The lipstick doesn’t go on as smooth as when Terri does it - Whenever Terri wants her dolled up for something, she sits on a chair, Terri between her legs, holding her chin in a large hand as she carefully applies it. Also maybe Dani’s hands aren’t too steady, her tummy full of nerves.

Terri’s too large red button up blouse on, slightly messy red lips, her thighs highs as she gives herself a glance in the mirror.

What’s Terri’s reaction? Her eyes probably go to the silk making her girl’s nipples hard, visible through the shirt. Or do they fall to the stockings, eyes slowly creeping up her girl’s body / and oh she is asking for it (and Terri will give it to her).

Does she get very far in her little strip tease - it’s awkward but fortunately Terri finds everything about her girl endearing (and a turn on - although Dani just breathing does it for Terri) - before Terri pulls her onto her lap, hand smoothing up those thigh highs until she hits bare skin.

(And Terri is already making a mental note to get her girl a garter belt).

Imagine Dani holding out the strap as she drops to her knees, Terri stepping into it before Dani helps push it up Terri’s legs into place.

It’s usually Terri picking out the size of the cock she wants to see her girl take, but tonight Dani has chosen.

The strap in place, Dani licks a stripes up it before putting in in her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks, feeling large hands in her hair moments later, and she gags a bit.

Maybe she doesn’t even put it inside Dani / not yet - Dani whimpering that she wants to ride the older women’s thigh and who is Terri is deny such a pretty (desperate) breathy plea.

Thoughts on Valentine’s Day smut basically.

Sat on this for a bit.

Wrote this in some sort of fugue state on my phone.

This got Very Long. It's less than a proper fic but more than a drabble and some headcanons. And why would I waste perfectly good smut?

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Terri has a corruption kink.

Terri taking Dani long to upscale nightclubs with high class strippers trying to get her to be more open with her sexuality? Dani would never be as comfortable with those type of environments as Terri.

Sometimes she compared herself unfavorably to the other more "exciting women" they met.

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The shirt only gets half undone but that's more than enough with the way it slides off her shoulders. With every button undone the neckline slips further down her shoulders exposing more and more of her collar bone, her petite tits, her breast bone. The fabric pools around Dani's waist and elbows, but isn't taken off, despite no longer functioning as any kind of covering.

It's awkward and charming in the deadliest way. The girl can't make direct eye contact and her moves are a dichotomy. They have a naturalness to them, the way she moved her body, but then it's as of the girl gets self conscious, pulls back, restrains herself in an attempt to seem in control. Sometimes Terri can catch her hands shaking slightly.

It's unbearably charming. It makes Terri want to hold her close. The innocent and unsure thing that she is, and shield her from the world only for Terri to break her differently, better, more beautifully.

It doesn't matter that it wasn't a full strip tease. Terri likes knowing that Dani was that impatient for it. That new to this, unaware of her own charms.

Terri reaches out and grabs Dani's hands in her own she brings them up to her lips and kisses the girls fingertips, nibbles on one or two. The girl is still standing. Terri gives her no warning. No gentle push. She takes.

All at once Dani goes from standing in front of Terri to kneeling before her. Terri hands Dani the strap that they've decided on using.

Dani picked it out though.

And maybe this is one that Dani had been apprehensive to try before. Terri always made it good when she fucked her but sometimes the stretch was more intense than she was ready for. Sometimes the toy would hit her deeper than expected. That spot where she knows her womb is. It would push against her in that distinct pleasure-pain.

The one Terri is placing in her hands now is the biggest yet. It isn't that much longer, (it's long enough. Dani knows how deep it will hit) but it is thicker.

Terri gives the girl the strap and tells her to put it on the older woman. I'm imagining Dani's thin hands holding on to strong thighs, smoothing up the skin as she stares up at Terri. She gets a perfect view. That's gonna be inside of her.

But back to sucking cock, it's the power Terri likes. Dani would never suck cock for anyone but her. She likes it when she tells her girl to open her mouth and stick her tongue out. And even though she blushes through it the girl always eventually does as she's asked.

But the girl's pink lips always look so plush with something in them. Terri's fingers usually. They looked even better around something bigger.

Dani would never suck anyone else's cock. They weren't worthy. She would never put such a dirty thing in her mouth. But Terri she worships. Terri she lets slide in as far as she can.

Terri opens Dani's mouth with a few of her fingers, before nudging the cock I to her mouth. Dani starts by sucking the tip of it. Even though there's no need. Terri runs her hands over the girl's pretty face as Dani slowly works her way down the shaft.

And Terri gently thumbs away the wetness gathering on Dani's lower lash line as she struggles to relax her throat and let it in.

Eventually she slides in as far as she can, knowing that if she pushes too much further Dani will start to gag. Maybe she'll teach her how to deep throat one day. Terri has already taught her so many other ways to use her mouth.

Dani's eyes are wet and red as Terri takes her by the back of the head and slowly fucks her face. Dani is patient and takes it, eyes moving up to look pleadingly at Terri.

She folds one of her legs underneath her and starts grinding her cunt against her own calf. Terri decides she's had enough. The idea that Dani enjoys this so much as to get turned on by it, wet. She has to reward her.

She pulls the girl onto her lap roughly and in her shock she sits like a pretty little doll. Terri grabs Dani's thighs and spreads them around her waist. Dani whines beautifully. Her hands on her hips keep Dani from what she wants. She wants skin on skin contact.

Dani used to be embarrassed by how good she got off on this. She felt childish, immature, desperate. But that's what Terri likes about it. She likes seeing Dani take her own pleasure.

"I guess it's my fault I made your pretty little cunnie so hungry for it. But keep the panties on. I want to see you soak them."

Looking down Dani can see and feel the cock pressed up against her stomach as she ruts on Terri's thigh. It's gonna be so deep.bthe both of them know that if Dani gets off like this before they get started it's more likely to go in easier. She'll be slick and relaxed.

Dani pushes her face into Terri's neck and breathes in her scent as she closes her eyes and focuses on the warm feeling building in her hips. The lace gives an extra bit of texture for Dani to rut against, but it also dulls the sensitivity on her clit some.

After some minutes, the girl breathes hot and heavy against Terri's neck as she starts to whine pitifully. Too worked up to do much else rather than jerk her hips back and forth. The constant pressure of the toy against her front gets her extra wet. Shivering in nerves and excitement.

"oh, do you need help?" Terri asks meanly. She's got that tone of voice she gets sometimes, condescendingly sweet. It always makes Dani feel even smaller in her presence.

The girl thinks about her answer.

Dani can do it herself but she doesn't want to. She's been spoiled after all. Even if it is Terri's present. She nods fervently as Terri grabs her hips.

"just hold on." Terri says. It's crazy how easily Terri moves her, as if she weighs nothing at all. Dani is jostled back and forth as Terri grinds her thigh hard up into her cunt. The woman could do whatever she wanted to Dani. The thought makes her hotter than she wants to admit.

"Make yourself come for me. Make yourself a mess for me."

Dani can't help but to obey. Her slick cunt twitches as she's worked through her orgasm, leaving a sticky mess behind on Terri's thigh.

Terri runs her fingers gently over the girl's panties. Sudden she's hungry, starving for her girl. She wants to tear her apart. Make her shake apart and cry.

Terri stands up, lifting Dani easily in her arms. It's a short walk to the bed with Terri's long legs. And Terri throws the girl onto the bed. She mouths over Dani's soaked panties, eager for a taste. She yanks the girl's hips up and strips her soaked panties down her legs before pushing her thighs apart and crawling between them.

Dani tries to hide her face in the sheets but Terri grabs her by the hair and tips her head back to rest on Terri's shoulder. Terri's clit is throbbing. She wants badly to get off. She wants even more badly to hear Dani fall apart. To hear her whining and crying. That's what gets Terri closer than anything.

She knows once she finally comes, listening to her girl fucked out and over sensitive, it'll be worth it.

"Tell me you want my cock baby."

It's not enough just to give it to Dani, she's gotta make her crave her own defilement. To admit to her baser impulses. She doesn't get to play innocent in this game.

Terri knows. That Dani wants it. Dani knows that Terri knows.

And she does. But she's shaking slightly with apprehension. It's a natural response, it comes with testing her limits. Dani needs to trust that Terri will get her safely to the other side.

"I want it." Dani mumbles, blushing furiously.

" Big girls use their words." Terri moves forward between Dani's legs. "Do I need to help you again?"

Dani bites her lip, suddenly shy. How she can manage that after everything the two of them have done astonishes Terri. Hopefully,maybe that'll never fully go away.

Terri nudges the head of her cock between Dani's wet lips, pushes them aside with her fingers to let the hard cock rub against her clit.

Just when the friction starts to feel good Terri moves it back down to her cunt, teasing her by rubbing against her hole, not hard enough to push in. She pulls back, rubs hard up and down Dani's folds again, teases her clitz and one she's just the tip inside.

Again and again Terri repeats this process, the maddening cycle of the slow build of delicious pleasure only for to take it away.

"tell me what you want baby?" Terri tries again.

"I want you to fuck me." Dani admits with a gasp.

"with what."

And Terri knows she's being mean, but right now she doesn't care. She wants to hear it. The exact words.

Dani bites her tongue. Shakes her head. Whipsers. "With your cock."

"What was that?" Terri teases.

Dani grinds her hips back against the strong gold Terri has on them, finally breaking.

"I want you to fuck me with your cock."

"good girl." Terri says. And she slides in, in, all the way in, in one long thrust.

Dani chokes on an open mouthed moan. She hangs her head and digs her fingernails into the sheets as Terri holds her still, pulling her back to grind on the cock that is so far inside.

She can't escape it. But Terri doesn't let her move. Her hands and knees are rubbed raw on the sheets ineffectually trying to move. Towards what Dani doesn't know. She's got nowhere to run.

It isn't quite painful, but it's just... A lot. All at once. There's so much inside of her that Dani feels stuffed. There's no way she can move where Terri isn't pressed into some sensitive spot.

Dani tries to hide her face in the sheets as she adjusts, but Terri just uses that to her advantage to make the girl's back arch even more.

Terri leans over Dani, resting her hands on either side of the girl's flushed face as Terri grinds in deep, still refusing to move properly.

"who would've guessed such an innocent little girl wanted to be bred so badly." Terri teases. Dani chokes on a humiliated whimper.

Eventually Terri starts putting more power to her rocking, slowly pulling back just a bit to rock in once again. She maintains the slow and steady pace until Dani is breathing heavy, shivering underneath her.

Terri moves one hand from the girl's hips and grabs her by the front of her pussy, pushing her knuckles in hard against Dani's clit.

"work yourself on me. Show me that you want it." Terri says.

Dani starts grinding her hips back into Terri as the woman pushes in. Soon enough the two of them are fucking like animals.

Terri's top is still hanging on somehow, as the springs creak and groan. The sound of the girl's wet pussy as Terri's hips slap against her ass is obscene. The woman can tell Dani is close. She went to get her to squirt, the girl is always so charmingly embarrassed when she does so.

Terri presses her fingertips in hard to the girl's clit, rubbing in cruel, slow circles. The pressure is building in Dani's cunt when suddenly, Terri stops. Dani cries pathetically at this. But Terri only stops long enough to reposition herself so the head of her cock is pushing deeply into that soft spongy material in the front wall of Dani's cunt that makes her come so hard.

Dani hadn't been sure the g spot actually existed before Terri showed her where hers was with such long, thick fingers.

It's so much. The stretch of it all leaving Dani feeling frayed at the edges. She feels used and she knows it's not the end of the night yet. Terri still needs to get hers. Dani hopes she won't try to get it from rubbing their counts together. At least not when she's this sensitive. she doesn't even know if Terri will stop once she gets what she wants, or if she'll try to work another one out of the girl. Embarrassingly enough, the thought of her body being played so easily is what finally gets the girl to come. It's hot and messy and she doesn't know when she started crying, but she can hear Terri's thrusts breaking up her moans, causing her voice to stop and start again.

God. She's a mess. She's beautiful. Terri keeps both her hips and her fingertips moving until she works the girl through every last bit of her orgasm and is sure she's not going to tip into another one.

When Terri gently slides out of her Dani winces slightly. As soon as the woman lets go of the girl she collapses as if her strings have been cut. Terri gives her a few minutes to recover knowing that she fucked her nearly unconscious.

She leans back and admires her work, as Dani blinks blearily up at her as Terri pulls the strap down in a hurry to get at her own cunt. Looks at the heaving of Dani's chest and the twitching of her pussy as it tries to close after being stretched open. The woman replays the girl's broken moans in her mind as she quickly rubs out her own orgasm, knowing that the night isnt over.

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Random ideas that I had written down that didn't fit into this:

Dani's small hands and thin fingers working quickly over Terri's clit she slips her middle finger inside, crooks it, and grinds her palm up into her cunt.

Terri puts Dani on her knees again and spreads her own legs, this time guiding the girl straight to her cunt.

"are you hungry for it." The woman asks.

"I just want to make you feel good. "

"good girl. "

She makes her keep going until Terri has caught up with her in orgasms. Then Terri is on Dani again. After letting her get some reprieve she knows Dani can go again. And she wants to know how many she can wrestle out of her before the girl taps out.

Dani doesn't usually partake, but she takes just a small bump of Terri's stash, sniffing it right off the woman's fingers.

She's slightly tender as she moves and so Terri decides to kiss it better. She's curious how sensitive the girl will be after already being fucked open.

Dani offering a threesome?

Terri grinding her cunt into Dani's after she has already made the girl squirt to see how much wetter it is? Dani is crying from the over stimulation but the high she gets from the praise is worth it.

[jadewritesficshere]

Steve is nonchalantly browsing the chips, waiting for Eddie to return (who in all honesty is probably getting the bag of sour gummy worms Steve already said they couldn't grab).

Steve feels a tug on his shirt. He smiles as he turns, expecting to see his boyfriend but-

Steve looks down at the child staring up at him. "Uh hi?" Steve looks around the empty aisle," Where's your parents bud?" The kid shrugs, but points to Steve's shirt," Tiger."

Steve's faded shirt from his freshman year of high school, now the most soft and comfortable after years of wear, does in fact have a tiger. "Yeah, sure is. Who-" the kid cuts Steve off with a loud roar. Steve can't help but chuckle as he crouches down to be on the kid's level.

Steve is fully focused on this kid, trying to find whoever the kid should be with. When he stands back up, he holds his hand out to the kid, who tentatively grasps his hand. The kid continues to roar and talk about tigers.

Meanwhile, Eddie has watched most of this exchange. Seeing his beloved boyfriend talk to this random child, the concern on his face? Eddie watches from a distance as Steve finds the mother, who was freaking out (understandably).

Eddie can't help but watch as Steve says hi to the baby in the stroller, laughing as the baby reaches out and grabs his finger. Steve says goodbye to the family, roaring back at the kid, who lights up.

Eddie can't help but think how good Steve is with kids. How good of a parent Steve would be. Which, started innocent, but then Eddie's mind jumped to the process of how a child comes about.

And now all Eddie can think about is how he's gonna give Steve one. He doesn't give 2 shits about biology, Eddie's putting a baby in that man.

[harbingersglory]

{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, transfem arlecchino {☆} warnings 18+ content, breeding kink, degradation, stomach bulge, dacryphilia, restraints

"Arle, hah..please. I can't– I can't wait any longer."

The pleading, almost pouty, words had her letting out a deep, husky chuckle as she fiddled with the buckle of her belt, admiring your body as she stepped up to the bed. Her knee sank into the mattress as she knelt down, pressing a placating kiss to your brow and gesturing for you to turn over.

"Come on, dove. Be a good girl, or I'll treat you like the whore you are." Arlecchino clicked her tongue, firmly grabbing your hands and tightening her belt around your wrists, giving the leather a firm tug to test its strength– and to make sure it wasn't too tight. "I'm in a good mood. Don't spoil it by being a brat, little dove."

The pout it drew from you made her grin, canines flashing beneath her lips as she settled in behind you, cupping your ass in her calloused hands with an appreciative grumble. Your panties were already sticking to your cunt, the fabric soaked. She couldn't help but drag one of her digits across the fabric, teasing your folds beneath it.

"Lucky I adore that pretty mouth of yours or I'd have cut out your tongue," She gruffly spoke, her tone neither in jest or too serious– perhaps she would, maybe she wouldn't. She liked to keep you on your toes. "Hm. Maybe I'll use your throat after– shut you up properly. You look so pretty gagging on my cock, you know?"

Arlecchino slid her fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, tugging them down just enough to see your slick cunt, her fingers pulling the folds apart. Fuck, she could feel her cock throbbing against her boxers at the sight– she'd never get tired of it, just like she'd never get tired of using you like a toy.

"But in the meantime.." She finally pulled down her own boxers, her aching cock slipping free and slapping against your thigh– she slid right between your thighs, forcing you to squeeze them together around her. "Fuck, that's it." She growled, pumping her hips a few times before she was satisfied, lining up her cock with your entrance.

She had the decency, at least, to sink in slowly at first..let you adjust to her size for a brief moment before she snapped her hips forward and sank fully into your cunt with a sharp hiss.

Arlecchino typically enjoyed teasing you first, making you practically beg just for her to give you her cock at all, but she had other plans tonight– she wasn't going to waste time playing around this time. Her hand slipped down to your stomach pressed against the mattress, a low chuckle building in her chest at the distinct bulge her cock left. It was a wonder she fit at all– but she'd make it fit even if she hadn't.

"Be a good girl now and don't complain." She grumbled, leaning down to press you down into the mattress with her body, nipping at your ear before she pulled her hips back, hissing at the way you clenched around her in response. She took a moment to sit there, letting you ruminate and squirm at the lack of movement– only to grab a fistful of hair and start pounding you into the mattress before you can even think to whine about her lack of movement.

How quickly, how easily, you turn into a blubbering mess as she uses you like a toy for her own enjoyment. Not that you won't enjoy what she has in plan for you– just maybe not as much as she does. The mental image of filling you with her cum..it drives her thrusts harder, faster. She wants to fuck you stupid with her cock, fill you to the breaking point until her cum pools on the sheets, unable to be fully plugged up. Just the idea of watching her cum dripping down your thighs makes her control slip just the slightest bit.

She's already big enough to bulge your stomach with every thrust, but she wonders if she can push it further.

She certainly wants to, and she intends to.

The fat tears rolling down your cheeks only got her more excited, her hands gripping your hips so tight she can already imagine the bruises in the shape of her fingers against your skin.

"That's it, dove, give in," Arlecchino hissed, a low growl rumbling in her chest as she continued to pound into them relentlessly, her thighs already stinging from the sheer force of it. "Fucking take it, you whore."

Her muscles flexed in faint restraint, the shifting of your arms against her as you nearly screamed at the intense rush of pleasure making her sink her teeth into your shoulder in warning– a futile effort, really, as your body twitched when you came so hard she briefly considered if she had to stop..but you were still moaning even through the tears rolling down your cheeks, rocking back into her thrusts weakly, unable to keep up.

She wasn't too far behind, either. Her teeth dug deeper into your skin, muffling the growl as she plunged into your soaking wet cunt, bucking into you in much shorter thrusts until she finally felt her cum spilling into you. It was almost enough to send her over the edge again– fuck, you were practically sucking her in with how tight you were, squeezing around her cock.

Her head slumped against your shoulder as she pulled her teeth from your skin, taking a moment of respite to catch her breath and let the sting and ache settle in deep– she welcomed it, if anything. But she wasn't done.

She was going to fuck you till you were full– fill you up until she couldn't fit another drop.

For now..she pulled out, admiring the way her cum dribbled out of you. She didn't mind all that much..she was going to replace it tenfold, anyway.

She couldn't wait to plug you up and see you squirm during the meeting tomorrow, full of her cum and unable to find relief– maybe she'd make it a toy, see how long you last before someone realizes what's going on. She was going to enjoy it thoroughly.

[blueberry-sleight]

nineteen<- ->twenty one

[lavendermin]

Jing Yuan getting scolded by Fu Xuan for shirking some duties (these are a little trivial but must be done) to go wherever he disappears off to. A quick break with the healer lady, a small stroll through his estate gardens with you, etc.

But as the banter continues and he says there’s still plenty of time on his hands to finish these things up (and it’s true, or he wouldn’t go slack off otherwise), Fu Xuan lets a little comment slip by.

“That’s rich coming from the future father of eight. I suggest you allocate your time well while it lasts, general.” With a huff she storms off, but not without a warning that she expects the documents by the end of the day.

The words process a little too late.

[rosemarysquirk]

T.G.I.F

|| cw: breeding kink, shameless smut LMAO fem reader implied but hey, omegaverse this if you please ||

|| wc: 516 ||

oh he is on you like a man possessed.

you don't even remember how it came up, but the next thing you knew, Hizashi was holding both of your shoulders and looking at you with big, sparkling eyes, even peeking up from behind those glasses of his which looked like they were about to fall off his face.

the only appropriate way to describe the way he had you laid out was a mating press, which was fitting with all the lewd words spilling out of his mouth. getting this man to spill his actually guts was a difficult task, one usually only Shouta or Nemuri could pull off..

though, you had managed it with one little idea. children.

Hizashi loved the idea of having kids of his own, more importantly, the sight of his lovely partner nice and pregnant. all plump and round with the little ball of joy growing inside of them.. and he wasn't afraid to let you know now that it was on the table. "God, you are just gonna look so damn sexy," he would whine into your ear, he was always so damn whiny. his arms would hook up under your knees, pressing your thighs tight against your chest while he slid his arms under you to hold onto your shoulders, leaving you at his complete mercy. how he could just fold you like a damn pretzel was beyond you, but you had other things to worry about.

"You're just gonna look so sexy with stretch marks baby, all swollen with my kids,, 'nd fuck your hips are gonna get so much wider.. can't wait for you to start lactating either- don't know how much I'll be willin' to share.."

only his voice, the wet suction between your two, sweat covered bodies, and the muffled playback of the music he was broadcasting filled the studio. "I can't wait to have a couple of kids running around.. can't wait, gods I can't wait. 'm gonna make sure you're nice and full, 'kay?" he would press his face into the side of your neck, his grin only growing wider as he repeatedly drilled his hips into yours, right on top of his sound panels. "Nice 'nd full, gotta keep you nice and full of me, baby.. gonna keep you pregnant 's long as I can.."

and really any voice you had left, only being able to let out high pitched whines and bubbly little noises from your throat, drool sliding down your chin as he quite literally fucked you silly. this man does not know slow, tender lovemaking, but then again, nothing about him is slow or tender.

he was probably on his third orgasm, and you had lost count, especially since every he pumped you full. he just wouldn't take a minute to stop and would immediately fuck any of his cum right back out of you, just to give you the excuse, ".. 's terrible to let it all go to waste like that.. gotta fill you up again."

needless to say, you were in for a longer friday night than you expected.

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[letternotekisses]

girl this is like the best time to find your blog cause i need mauga to fill me with his babies i know that smug man would be such an amazing dad. but maybe that’s just the insanity talking who knows 😭💕

(nsfw) ur so right actually bc once mauga settles down his number 1 plan is to breed his pretty wife FULL, the house is a little empty and what better to have some mini you/him’s running around?

he spends countless nights keeping you up for hours, bending you over the kitchen island or burying you face down into your shared bed to fuck a load or three into your pussy, cooing at your overstimulated whines when he fingers the cum that trickled out back inside. you can’t say you mind all that much, because he ensures that you cum every single time, even when it’s your turn on top - bouncing yourself on his fat cock and moaning sweetly when his fingers graze your hips with the urge to take control - you cum first.

and when u finally start to show? hold onto ur hat baby bc there’s nothing Mauga finds sexier than his hot wife fat and full w his kids ☺️☺️☺️

[luverine]

All is fun and games until I give Luan babies, I just want to cuddle the wrid furred babies while my hobby is overloaded by the picture.

If I were an anon, I'd be Luan's wife. Since I am not bc I embrace being horny on main, I still reclamo the title.

I literally love you ♡ Mrs. Luan makes my brain bleed with inspiration. Anyways I gotchu Luan and fluffy babies ﾟ⋆｡˚‧. suggestive // pregnancy // 18+ // sfw // fluff⋆｡˚‧ no proof read!

Being with Luan has its challenges, and those challenges developed into things you love about him.

Love grew stronger and the next thing you knew you were pregnant. You grew the love the both of you created. Eventually having three fuzzy little babies.

Luan couldn’t have been more proud of you and happy that this is what his life had come to.

It filled him with joy to see you grow his young, birth, and raise the love he gave you.

Seeing you nurse, cuddle, play anything with these cute little creatures. He couldn’t wish for another life. You are more beautiful than ever, beyond perfection.

As the little ones grew they became more cuddly. It made sense if I wasn’t hot out it was freezing for moths…

He still remembers leaving the nest for the first time after the littles were born. He came back to see you all sleeping in a dog pile. It melted his heart.

Tenderly he brushed some hair out of your face and gave you a light smooch on your forehead.

Grabbing the camera he snapped pictures of you all in a sleep pile. The light flashing from the camera woke up his young. They all whined crawling towards their dada missing him.

The pictures were spewed all over the floor and would later be through the house by Luan who was overwhelmed by such tender love.

Want more of Luan? (One) (Two) (Three) (four)

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Hi!! Hope everything is going well!

Could I Please ask for some bottom buggy (mayhaps with some watersports since I saw you had a interest) or some ftm crocodile being fucked into submission!

Have a nice day.

Ftm Sir Crocodile x male reader

Ficlet

I love Sir Crocodile so much 🗣️ 🗣️

Reader is part of Buggy’s crew, cuz I thought that would be hilarious. Reader doesn’t have a devil fruit, but is still super kickass. Hes kind of the information gatherer, smuggler, etc, for the Buggy crew. Reader is also normal human height.

Mixed terminology for Crocs bits. Also, breeding/pregnancy? kink warning ig. but its just mentioned for the fantasy.

The Cross Guild appeared great for any outsider or lesser in the know members, which was most of them. They all saw your captain as someone great and almost godly, thinking he was so much more than he was, but you had been with him for many years, even before the Buggy pirates had even been created. Shortly after the execution of Rogers, Buggy had stumbled into your path and had accidentally saved your life, and from then on you had been by his side.

Most people thought of you as something akin to an accountant or treasurer, wearing an outfit that looked very much like that of a ringmaster, long red tailcoat and top hat and all. You were always one of the first to run away, giving you a reputation of a coward who couldn’t fight.

The only one who truly knew how much of a threat you could be, would be your captain and his inner circle, which you were also part of. You might not have been the strongest physically compared to someone like Mihawk, but no one could gather information like you could, smuggle like you could, or have someone “disappear” like you could. Your network was so extensive that even the one they called Joker, who you knew was none other than Donquixote Doflamingo, was jealous.

That was why you knew everything about Sir Crocodile and Mihawk before the day was over when the Cross Guild was formed. You cowered off to the side, keeping up your weak act as you flinched at their raised voices or the light reflecting off Crocodiles golden claw.

They believed you a weak fool who’s only worth was your quick mind and ability to calculate numbers quicker than most computers, which resulted in them mostly dismissing you. It was a role you basked in and felt comfortable, using it to keep your true identity under wraps. That was until they pushed your captain too far, as Crocodile especially seemed to take great pleasure in antagonizing and hurting your captain.

You were protective, most pirates were, if they felt any sense of loyalty to their captain. It was because of that, that you dug up a trusted contact, a celestial dragon with greater access to seastone than anyone else you knew. Using measurements from the moment’s clothes had to be made, a pair of cuffs in just the perfect size soon arrived to you with the post.

It was easy to press Crocodiles buttons, to get him worked up by acting stupid and pathetic, just the way you knew made his blood boil. It was even easier to enrage him so far that he chased after you, so blinded by his anger that he didn’t even notice how you kept avoiding his sand, or how you were leading him further and further away from the rest of the guild.

When he finally caught up, Crocodile caged you against the wall, hook digging into the drywall as he almost snarled down at you, cigar crunched between his teeth as his purple eyes blazed. But mild confusion crossed his face as your fearful expression dropped, his body straightening as your eyes met his head on. Before Crocodile could order an explanation, a feeling of weakness crashed through his body, making his knees buckle enough that you had to catch him, supporting his towering weight and bulk.

His vision swam as you started dragging him along, his feet dragging along the floor because of his height compared to your own. Crocodile felt dizzy and mildly nauseous, his eyes finally catching the heavy bands around his wrist, the one he still had left. “ssseastone?” he slurred out, voice lighter than the growl you were used too, cigar long forgotten somewhere along the journey.

In the beginning, you had planned on torturing him, the blades strapped to your person burning at the thought, but as you threw him down almost carelessly on a barely clad bed, a different through passed through your mind.

A slight thrill ran down your spine as his purple eyes burnt into you, his usual anger still present, but mixed with something else, something deeper and hungrier. Soft pants left Crocodiles lips, sounding faintly struggled as the seastone drained the power from his body, leaving him limp and pliant.

You could see the heat rising to Crocodiles cheekbones as you started stripping off your usual getup, tailcoat slid off your shoulders and neatly folded, top hat placed down with care. “What the hell are you doing…” Crocodile rasped from the bed, his pupils blown as an unfamiliar need unfolded inside him, the familiar thrum of pleasure running through body.

Maybe it was his weakened state, but he swore his cunt was pulsing with need, especially as you unbuttoned the stark white shirt you always wore, revealing a tightly muscled and heavily scarred body underneath, leather straps adorned with vials and weapons stretched across your torso.

Crocodile tried to shuffle his legs, maybe to squeeze his thighs together, or to spread them further apart, he wasn’t sure, but all he could do was a minimal twitch and jolt. “I planned on cutting you up, making you beg for mercy. But from the looks of it… you wouldn’t mind some other kind of discipline” you murmur, almost stalking towards him where Crocodile was splayed out on top of the white sheets.

You could see all his muscles tense as you let your hands climb up his legs, up his thighs and stomach, traveling all the way up his arms towards his hook. A choked off noise leaves Crocodile as you remove his hook with ease, like you had done it a thousand times before, placing it off to the side with care.

“Behave yourself” you tell him, squeezing the sides of his jaw to make his lips part. Crocodile tried to growl or snap a threat, to snap his teeth at you or somehow fight back, but his body was mostly unresponsive, his tongue feeling thick and useless in his mouth.

A shiver of anticipation ran through Crocodile as you moved again, settling between his thick spread thighs. Your eyes met as you reach for his belt, your brow lifting as if asking if he wanted you to stop. You may be a pirate, but you had class and manners, at least when it came to stuff like this.

But when all Crocodile responded with was a sour expression and glare, you make easy work of his belt and slacks, tugging them down his hips and legs, throwing them off to the side with little care. Your disregard for his clothes made Crocodile grumble, but the noise was quickly silenced as you pressed your entire hand against his slick underwear, fingers teasing his hard t-cock and soaked folds.

“Tsk tsk, look at you, bet you just need someone to put you in your place, is that it?” you mumble in an almost mocking tone, looking up at him with an almost feral hunger in your eyes. Crocodile chokes on the words that want to form in his throat, some kind of rebuttal perhaps, that he would never want someone as low as you to do anything to him, but as you pinch his cock between your fingers, it morphs into a shaky moan.

Crocodile’s boxers as easily pulled off, thrown to the floor with a damp plap, making his face redden further as you only find amusement in the obvious sign of his arousal. Kicking off your pants and boxers, you crawl up the bed and sit between his thick thighs, pushing them further apart to expose where he only grows slicker, hole clenching around nothing as if begging you to fill it.

“What would they say, seeing the great Sir Crocodile, spread out like this, ready to take the cock of a feeble weak treasurer” you taunt, pressing your hips closer to his, so that you could drag the tip of your cock up and down through his folds. The act has Crocodile arching as good as he can with the cuff on, his eyes squeezing shut as he clenches his jaw, a breathy noise leaving him, folds only growing slicker around you.

Maybe it was your size difference, with you being average human size, compared to Crocodiles almost 9 feet, or maybe it was his gut deep arousal, but his hole didn’t need much prep for you to be able to fit inside.

That didn’t mean you were just gonna give it to him, since this was supposed to be a lesson. A stuttery moan spills almost silently from Crocodiles lips as your fingers rub through his folds, barely pressing against where he wants you the most. He had never imagined himself in a situation like this, splayed out and dripping for you, someone he had always just seen as a nuisance, but here he was.

“Come on Crocodile… ask nicely” your tone is almost cruel as you push only two fingers inside him, barely felt because of his size, but just enough to rub against his wet gummy insides and leave him aching for more. Crocodiles jaw clenches, barring his teeth as his head weakly rolls to the side, as if to hide his face into the sheets.

“Or… I could just leave you here, thighs spread open, cunt glistening with want. Im sure someone will pass by, and who wouldn’t want a chance to fill this” as if to exaggerate your point, you push two more fingers into his slick hole, burying them as deep as possible into Crocodiles wet insides, punching a gasp out of him.

Crocodile seems to debate it, if he wants to put his pride aside for someone like you, but his thoughtprocess is knocked off course as you pinch his cock with your free hand, twisting it cruelly. Had he not been wearing the seastone cuff, his thighs would have clamped shut and a shout would have left him, but now all his body could do was tense up as a wet keen tumbled out of him.

“P…please” Crocodile finally mumbles, voice small and almost shy, but it can barely be heard over the wet slick sounds of your fingers thrusting in and out of him, his wetness running down your palm and wrist in the process.

“Hm?” you hum, the questioning tone in it clear, as if you didn’t hear him at all, giving his cock another twist just because you could. “fuck me… please…” is gasped out, Crocodiles insides clenching around your slick fingers as they rub and prod around inside him.

Your fingers movements slow to a stop, silence filling the room long enough for Crocodile to peek an eye open and look down at you. Your eyes are intense as they bore into his, the predatory flare in them making Crocodiles insides quiver. “Normally id demand better than that, but I’m starting to pity you” you scoff out, withdrawing your fingers from his hold with a slick noise.

Instead of wiping them off on the sheets, you use the large amount of slick that had gathered in your palm to slick up your shaft, releasing a huffed exhale as Crocodiles eyes widen at the sight. “I’ve thought about making you ride me, so you’ll have to make yourself take it, but we can’t do that right now, can we” you eye the cuff around his one wrist, making Crocodile growl and spit out a weak warbled “fuck you”

His insult carries no heat, clearly only for show, his glare quickly wiped off his face as you finally push inside him. Crocodile needs little time to adjust, resulting in you almost immediately setting a bruising rough pace, drawing in and out of him with loud wet slick noises, his hole gripping onto you as he gasps and moans.

Reaching down, you push his shirt up just enough to splay a hand across his lower stomach, a foxlike grin spreading across your lips as you watch his hips weakly roll into your own. “If you weren’t such an asshole, I could fuck you whenever. Imagine that Crocodile, walking around, cunt leaking my cum, as you try to play tough.” You chuckle darkly, tone thick and hungry in the way only a predatory animal could possess.

As your cock rams into that sensitive spot inside him, Crocodile is finally starting to realize you are truly more than you seem, his cunt drooling a wet puddle under him on the sheets as you take him with a new hunger, a glint appearing in your eyes as your hand presses down harder on his stomach.

“I could knock you up you know, right here.” Is hissed out as you bottom out inside Crocodile, the words making him tighten up and shiver in want. “No one would find you so scary then, would they Crocodile. Waddling around, fat with my kid” you purr, letting both your hands splay across his stomach. It was all fantasy, but by God did it make Crocodile wet and wanting. Something about the fantasy of you, some lesser subordinate knocking him, Sir Crocodile, up, had him seeing double.

The seastone didn’t help with his woozy state, all attempts at forming words only becoming half formed and slurred, Crocodiles eyes going wet and glassy as that familiar feeling spread through his body. “in… inside me…” Crocodile slurs as you curse to yourself, clearly close to the finish line as well. Had it not been for the cuffs, he would have thrown his legs around you, squeezing you against his body to keep you inside him, but all he could do now was beg.

Crocodiles pride crumbled as your fingers squeezed his cock one last time, a pure orgasmic expression crossing his face as he gasped and moaned, his entire body twitching weakly as he came, wetting your cock and the sheets even further as the feeling thrummed through his entire body.

With a deep groan you bottom out inside Crocodile for a last time, letting your eyes squeeze shut as you spill inside him, coating his insides in a thick coat of white. Crocodile whimpers weakly at the feeling, trying to squeeze around you as if to milk your length for more.

He slumps against the sheets further than he already is, eyes falling shut in a relaxed exhausted expression. Crocodile barely notices as you pull out, white leaking out from between his folds to join his own mess on the sheets. He barely even notices you cleaning him up, only twitching and gasping softly when you clean up between his legs.

Its only when the seastone cuff leaves his wrist that Crocodile returns to himself somewhat, as the familiar feeling of his devilfruit washes through his body again. Squinting his eyes open, he catches sight of you getting dressed again, tucking on your shirt, then your coat, and lastly placing your hat on top of your head.

Even with his devilfruit returned to him, Crocodile still feels weak and exhausted, but the good type of exhausted one only gets after a good fuck. Part of him wants to ask you to stay, to hold him and pet his hair, to maybe mumble more dirty fantasies about knocking him up, and how you’d make him live as your pretty little housewife. But instead, Crocodile just grunts to get your attention, his attempt to demand to know where you are going.

“I have to get back to the others, since ill be taking over your duties for the rest of the day and tomorrow” you say, voice resolute and not allowing any denial or struggle. And normally Crocodile would have growled and rejected anyone taking over his duties, but for some reason, the idea of you taking care of him made him relax deeper into the bed, muscles lax and thoughts empty and calm for once.

Approaching him, you press a soft kiss to his forehead before telling him “this room is hidden away from everyone else, so take all the time you need. Ill check up on you later” as you pat his cheek. After telling him where the bathroom is, where he could find towels and replacement sheets and blankets, you were on your way, leaving Crocodile on his lonesome.

It took a while, but he finally pushed himself into a seated position before getting to his feet. The feeling of your cum trickling down the insides of his thighs as the familiar heat of arousal burning inside him once more, making Crocodile shuffle towards the bathroom you had pointed him towards. Even though you had just left, he could still get himself off a few more times from just the memory alone.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be disciplined by you, he wondered how you’d react if he caused issues with your smuggling routes. The idea sent a line of heat up his spine as he stepped into the shower, hand quickly traveling between his thighs, fingers burying themselves into his still sensitive hole, fantasies of hungry glare and cruel fingers filling his mind.

[tboyluvtgirls]

cw blood mention

thinking about vampire sex again

the intimacy of knowing they’re so much stronger than you and they can break you so easily but they don’t. you bear your neck to them and they bite you and it only hurts for a second until it feels so good, eyes rolling back as they drain you and you’re all fuzzy headed. they bury themselves in you as they take and they take and they take and you give everything to them, the very thing that makes your heart beat.

but they only take just enough. so you’re all slow and syrupy as they fuck you deep and breed you, your blood running down their chin, and they clean you up and hold you until you fall asleep and they’re warm with your blood…..

idk just vampire sex

[transbunnyboi]

Hey guys taking an edible would be a VERYYY bad idea right now right? I mean, they make my brain so fuzzy and my cunt instantly starts clenching around nothing and dripping down my thighs and if I take the correct amount, I’ll start whining and crying for nothing but I want some sort of stimulation and I can’t think.

So this coupled with how fucking horny and needy I am for my bf’s cock despite him not being here? I may um, I may die.

Anyways that’d be a horrible idea, right? :3

[phoenixyfriend]

Okay I have yet ANOTHER AU idea and it's vaguely historical fantasy setting where, due to their respective fathers' deaths and alliance, Jango is king of Mandalore with Satine as his heir (despite being less than a decade younger than him).

Jango arranges for Satine to marry the grandson of the Jedi count Dooku, which is fine, they find out they get along well enough, but they have trouble conceiving. Since this is a Dualsex Obi-Wan setting, the solution to this incredibly uncomfortable situation is for Jango to get Obi-Wan pregnant in hopes that Satine's the one with low fertility, because that's basically his stepsister and Jango does NOT want to fuck her.

Obi-Wan does get pregnant, but then they find out that so did Satine, and Jango's house is just full of his pregnant heir, her pregnant husband, and two under-tens with anger issues (because Obi-Wan brought his illegitimate half-brother with him, and the kid has some ongoing conflict with Bo-Katan).

I think that while Satine has zero interest in going through another birth, Obi-Wan... really wants more kids and Misses Being Pregnant so it's time for an awkward conversation with Jango about helping out again.

Satine's pregnancy was Korkie, and Obi-Wan's was Boba... plus maybe more. Not sure if the first two Obi-Wan pregnancies should be Boba+Cal, then Omega, Boba+Omega, then Cal, or Boba, then Cal+Omega, or if I should scrap Boba being the oldest Jangobi baby, and have his first be Alpha-17 or something. There's room for a bunch of kids, I think Obi-Wan wants a whole lot of pregnancies in this AU.

Satine's a bit uncomfortable about the sperm donor being Jango of all people, but whatever, that's what being royalty is like, and honestly when it comes to pregnancy, she's very 'better you than me' about it because ow.

[harbingersglory]

Mayhaps something with (transfem) Kujou Sara fucking a bratty reader who (intentionally) pisses her off to the point where she goes all out with her full inhuman strength, ultimately knocking them up completely by accident because she was so caught up in the moment she forgot to pull out?

I bet nobody expected her to be first out of her siblings to become a parent, least of all herself, but she ain’t complaining!

{☆} characters kujou sara {☆} notes drabble, implied fem reader, sub reader, transfem kujou sara {☆} warnings 18+ content, breeding kink

Kujou Sara was not one to allow herself to lose her ironclad control– she was a general, above all else, a servant of the Almighty Shogun.

Yet try as she might, you..you had a way of getting under her skin in a way that had her patience and will tested. Maybe it was the bratty, teasing demeanor that had her jaw clenched so hard it creaked, or maybe it was the provocative words you'd whisper in her ear while she was trying to focus.

It was irrelevant in the face of her dragging you back to her quarters, her brows furrowed and her lips pursed into a thin line– she tried to be gentle, but her grip was firm on her arm as she pulled you into the delicately managed room, her composure cracking like shattering glass. She wanted to wipe that smug grin off your face when she slammed her hands against the door, the wall nearly splintering beneath barely restrained strength, her expression..less than amused.

"Just what are you trying to accomplish?" She ground out, her teeth aching from how hard she was clenching her jaw– and, though she refused to outwardly admit it, your little..distraction was working far better then she wanted to admit to even herself. "I told you not to..to do such things while I'm working. Do you ever listen?"

She nearly growled– like some common beast, she thinks, and she is glad for her tempered control that she did not embarrass herself in such a way. She still had her dignity. But Archons, you were testing that control even still– the way your tongue poked out like a child, mocking and teasing, as if you wanted her to snap.

She almost considered it, but..you were human, she had to remind herself. Archons knows she's never forgive herself if she actually hurt you.

"What? Can the General not handle a little playful banter?" Sara opened her mouth to snarl back a reply, but she closed it but a sharp click just as quickly, a grimace gracing her features instead. "Is that all it takes to rile you up?"

She wants to deny it, keep her sense of control, but damn it– the way your hands glide across her skin, your nails just barely ghosting across the flexing muscles of her back..she feels her control slipping faster then she can maintain it, her lip quivering.

"You.." She croaks out in reply, trying to subdue the uneasy urge that lingers in the back of her mind with every glance down at you, every touch of your hands, every word that drips from your lips like honey. The silence is broken by a low growl, her hands tugging you off your feet and practically shoving you onto the bed.

"What? Are you going to shut me up? Or are you going to admit you enjoy it?"

Fine, she thinks, fine! If this is what you want so badly, she's going to shut you up the only way she knows she can.

She wastes little time between shoving you onto the bed and climbing on it herself, one of her hands reaching up to tangle in your hair as she shoves your face into the mattress, her other hand fumbling with your clothes– just enough to expose your dripping cunt to her, nostrils flaring at the sharp tang of your arousal, her teeth bared in a snarl.

She can't help the raspy groan that tumbles from her lips at the sight– you looked perfect like that. Quiet, your face forcibly held down, your thighs soaked in your own arousal. She absentmindedly wonders if you'd been so wet the entire time– if you'd just been waiting, no, practically begging for her to just..she can't even finish the thought, her hands trembling and her control slipping even further.

Her free hand fumbles with the hem of her own shorts, freeing her straining, twitching cock, pre cum beading at the tip. Her fist tightens in your hair as she leans over you, pressing her chest against your back and aligning her aching cock to your entrance. She almost snaps out of the fog clouding her rationality, but it returns in full force when she snaps her hips forward, sinking into your cunt with a sharp hiss.

"Fuck," Sara curses beneath her breath, groaning at the tight heat enveloping her– Archons, she'd never get used to it. It only drove her further over the edge, rolling her hips to force more of her cock into you. "Not..not going to talk back?" She growled, huffing and releasing her hold on your hair to instead slip her fingers past your lips. The muffled, garbled response was..far more enjoyable than she expected, the hazy eyed look as she sunk fully into you.

It made her feel lightheaded, to be honest. She was getting a bit too carried away, but the way your walls squeezed against her..her teeth ached for an entirely different reason, tongue swiping over the sharp points before she leaned down to sink them into your shoulder, pulling out and slamming back in with a muffled groan. Her pace was frantic after that, dragging moans and whimpers from your throat like a chorus of broken notes.

She hated how easily you got under her skin, but damn it, she couldn't deny how good it felt to put you in your place. You couldn't even get away if you tried– you were human, and while it made you fragile it also made you weak. Easier to handle.

Even if your tongue was far sharper than your appearance would make one believe.

Archons, she was so close, though. She pulled her fingers from your mouth, nearly crumbling at the moan that tumbled openly from your lips immediately after– she may have chastised you for your attitude, but she still thoroughly enjoyed hearing you. Just knowing you were unable to form anything more complex then senseless babbling was a special kind of high.

She wants to speak, but even her own words fail her beyond a low groan, the absence filled with the slick sound of her wild thrusts, caring little about the stinging ache in her thighs as she pounds you into the mattress without a shred of hesitation or rationality beyond fucking you into silence.

A small part of her, the rational part, tried to remind her to pull out– but your cunt felt so fucking good she just kept going despite the sirens blaring in her head. Even as your limbs tensed and your voice grew hoarse from screaming, she kept you beneath her, nipping at your throat to leave her mark against your skin. She was so close, just..just a little more. Just a little longer. Archons, she doesn't ever want to leave– doesn't ever want to pull out.

Her hands grasp your hips tightly as she nears her own climax, slamming back into you with a broken moan– she barely registered the fact she had cum inside you beyond the thrill of it dribbling down your thighs, not even her cock enough to keep you plugged up as she tried to gain some semblance of control through the haze.

..Fuck. She was going to regret this. She was, every so slowly, coming back to her senses– the first thing she felt was embarrassment, then panic, and then resignation.

At the very least she hadn't accidentally fucked you into unconsciousness on accident.

She was much gentler as she sat up, her cock still half hard as she pulled out, inhaling sharply at the way her cum dripped down onto the sheets. She hated how arousing it was. No– no. She needed to get a hold of herself.

But then again..you didn't seem to be complaining, at least not yet. She hesitantly lifted her eyes to see your expression, her throat suddenly feeling dry at the smug satisfaction on your face.

[conor-x]

Friendly reminder to respect her boundaries. 🤝

[reorientation]

(CW: misgendering kink.)

Sabrina Carpenter has a recent song, Juno, whose message can be fairly summarized as "get me pregnant get me pregnant get me pregnant." The titular refrain goes:

If you love me right then who knows I might let you make me Juno

Now, for those who might not be familiar: this isn't the Roman goddess of marriage she's referencing, it's the 2007 movie in which Elliot - then Ellen - Page plays a teenage girl who gets knocked up by accident and ends up carrying the baby to term.

There are a couple of things I find funny about this.

First: Elliot Page has been vocally out as a trans man for a few years now, but Juno is still probably his best-known role - famous enough that the character's name is still synonymous with "a pregnant girl" seventeen years after the movie came out, in a song by an artist who was eight at the time.

And that's despite everyone knowing that it was just a role - that he wasn't actually pregnant - and him having been in any number of roles since. If he'd actually been pregnant any time between Juno and coming out, can you imagine the media attention it would have gotten, and how much harder it would have been for him to assert his identity afterwards?

Of course, I'm not writing this to talk about Elliot Page. I'm writing this to ask the would-be boys reading this: how would people think of you, once they'd seen you pregnant? Would you have any hope of getting them to think of you as a boy, after that?

Page pretended to be pregnant for a couple of hours of screen time, and people still think "oh, that pregnant girl" when they think of him decades later. If you went through the real thing - nine months of a swelling belly, and all the lasting effects - do you think they'd ever forget?

The second funny thing about that lyric: Juno is not a movie about a girl happily deciding to have a baby with her boyfriend. Juno gets pregnant by accident and is deeply conflicted about it - she almost has an abortion, and decides to give the baby up for adoption instead. But in the song, all that is smoothed out into "I might let you make me Juno": a sexy little invitation to knock her up.

And that's the way it goes, isn't it? In the end, the pregnancy matters; the internal conflict doesn't. People don't see, or remember, or care about, what happens inside your head.

Everything they really care about happens inside your womb.