#this was such a fucking waste of a concept

[palmerzy]

hi! I was wondering if you'd do some nsfw sub spencer who has a breeding kink? I just think the thought of him desperately trying to get the reader pregnant is so cute. ( pregnancy doesn't have to happen, just the breeding part ) imagine him whining "get pregnant" over and over

also requested: hear me out… spencer reid w/ a breeding kink? 🙈 (also you’re my first ask ever🤭)

great anons think alike! ;) i hope this suffices for you two <3 i looove this concept a lot so i’m definitely willing to write more and elaborate on it hehe

NSFW! - explicit sexual themes incl. breeding kink.

it would be subtle at first, with spencer’s hands gently roaming your stomach whilst you ride him, trying to imagine watching it swell with his baby. he can feel his cock pressing against your womb with every bounce, and all he can focus on is the thought of filling you up, gracing you with his child.

you’d notice he’s a little distracted, staring with wide eyes at your navel, and you slow your movements to a near halt. “you still with me, baby? spence?” you murmur, fingertips dancing across his cheek to bring him back to reality.

he’s nodding, his eyes still unfocused and his thoughts still running wild, until all he can say is “wanna put a baby in you,” licking the corners of his mouth in thought. obviously, you’re a little shocked, because - what? and he can see that, looking up at you with a soft pout, his brows furrowed in desperation.

“please,” he’d mutter, not waiting for a response before he begins snapping his hips up into you, letting out a whine of satisfaction when you start moving in a rhythm together. “yes, god, please, let me put a baby in you, let me do it,” “need to see you so full,” “need to make you mine, make you have my baby,” he’d whimper over and over, his bottom lip practically trembling as he bites into it, eyes rolling heavenward with every thrust.

you’re not sure if he’s serious, but you’re willing to play into it for the sexual pleasure - because having your boyfriend whimpering beneath you and fucking up into you is possibly the best thing you’ve seen all year. his hair is falling around his face, his hands tight on your hips, and his gaze still on your stomach. “gonna be all mine, gonna have my child, gonna bare all of them - please? please? would you? please?” he’s whining, his ass lifting from the bed with the force of every movement he makes.

it becomes certain that he’s serious when he comes deep inside of you, mumbling something about wishing he had an x-ray machine so he could watch the process. freak. ensuring his pelvis is right against yours , he slowly flips the two of you over, squeaking in protest when he sees some of his come leaving you.

he settles you on your back, pulling out with such precision that you’re sure he’s researched beforehand how to increase the chances of pregnancy. especially when he gently lifts your legs, keeping your pussy raised in the air so absolutely none of his fertile release goes to waste.

“perfect. perfect. you’re gonna have my baby. this is so perfect, so, so perfect,” he mumbles almost petulantly, looking up at you with wide, deer-like eyes as he slowly lowers his fingers to your entrance, committing fully to his new desires as he begins to fuck his come back into you.

“can’t let a drop go to waste. we just can’t.”

requests open! 🌶️

[moodymisty]

Author's note: Uh. Hi? This was a random rough idea I had a few weeks back.

Relationships: Mortarion/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Tokophobia, Thigh fucking, Light Somnophilia

He's always had trouble sleeping; The concept is foreign to him, and he's able to forgo it in lieu of various more important tasks. Why waste the time.

But as of late he's a bit more apt to it- he blames you for the change.

You turn a bit beside him and groan in your sleep, causing him took down towards you. Your body presses against his front, laying on your right side. Your hair pushes against the pillow, left arm laying over top the blanket. Even with it covering most of your body however, he can still see the swell of your belly pushing against the blanket.

It's been months, and each one was a revelation that once again, this isn't just a dream. You were with child, his child, now round and plump. Your stomach is overfull so far beyond the ability to hide behind clothes, and as of late, your chest as well. Enough that even he has noticed, with or without your complaints of aching.

He's just- the thought of this is unbelievable.

Someone desires him, wants him- wants him in that way- enough to want a family with him. To see his child as a blessing and not a curse. He hates the feeling he gives him, like there's a heavy weight on his chest he can't remove.

But he also feels a fire in his gut. The sight of you hefting around his growing child fills him with a longing that he despises is even there. He already feels a guilt for allowing himself to dare create a family in light of his weaknesses, is it too bold of him to become aroused by it?

He would see you waddling around and his cock would get heavy with blood in moments, and he'd inevitably go to scuddle off to privacy. Or if he's in his armor, just stew until it fades.

Now however he feels the weight of your body against him, the roundness of your bum against his groin. You always slot so perfectly against his chest, but he's slid upwards a bit to use his arm to support himself and can now feel the strain of his cock against your nightdress.

By the Throne it hurts, it throbs enough that he winces, feeling his stomach knot up.

Your nightdress is already wrinkled and twisted, it doesn't take much effort to push it up more and push down the band of his trousers, letting out a pathetic moan as his heated cock slips forth and presses against your bare skin.

He needs more, he needs more, he grips your thigh and feels the way his cock springs between them without guiding, and he places your thigh back down. His hips thrust forward unconsciously- that primal instinct- of which makes you groan and begin returning to consciousness.

"Tari?"

You mumble, mewling a bit when his hips slap into your bare ass. The sound fills the silence of the room, horrifically loud and enough to make Mortarion shirk into his own shoulders if it wasn't for the pitch darkness enveloping you both.

"I, I'll be quick,"

He huffs, feeling his cock slide dryly against your thighs. You let out a breathy little moan, half awake, hips wiggling. He puts a hand on your round belly and holds you against him, keeping you from sliding away.

"Tari, you-"

The whimper you let out is enthralling, and he feels your thighs tense around him. You're so sensitive nowadays, a new development. The mewls and little whimpers you let out make him feel so guilty for perusing his own release so ruthlessly. He feels the heavy weight of your belly against his fingers as they lay between it and the bed, and him remembering that he's the one that made you this way made him let out the most pathetic, defeated groan.

By the Throne, the feeling makes his guts twist like someone reached inside of his stomach and squeezed. Once you give birth, he knows he's going to have to fight the hideously primal feeling of giving you another.

He has to swallow the whimpering moan as he finally cums, the tensing making him begin to cough; It rips through his throat like a blade. He pushes you against him tight and drives his hips hard against your ass, feeling your head loll against his chest.

"Do you..."

He's still cumming, he feels his cock twitch with each spurt that stains the warm blankets of your shared bed while you mumble at him- still sleepy. The guilt weighs on him like the heaviest metal until you finally speak a full sentence.

"Promise to do that again in the morning. When I'm not sleepy."

He does promise, but it's a bit mumbled through to rasp of his ruined and still cough ridden throat-

And completely ignored, because you've already fallen back asleep.

[shinesurge]

hounse of leaf makes me so furious i can't articulate it into a coherent post even as a joke i am just full of ire lmfao

[feather-bone]

This is the devil’s hole pupfish! A tiny species that lives only in One water-filled limestone cavern in Nevada. It was one of the first animals on the endangered species list. At the last count in 2022 there were 263 pupfish observed - the most in 19 years! They’re tracked pretty carefully, as their 215 square foot habitat (the smallest of any know vertebrate) is fragile and has been disturbed in the past by groundwater extraction and other human interference.

[ID: an illustration of a shiny metallic blue fish, the male devil’s hole pupfish, facing to the right. It is on a lighter blue background with a ripple pattern. End.] l

[critical-velvet]

Insane how such a simple design change improves 50% of her design. Sure, her outfit is still a mess but at least she doesn’t have her hair in that poor man’s hornet updo anymore

[gophergal]

Life on the farm

[not-equippedforthis]

one am and im thinking what if i wrote a fic premise where kirk and spock are at this dance/buffet diplomatic event but then their pursuers enter the building and theyre trying to be discreet about trying to locate the two of them and for some reason or another they cant afford to give away their location so kirk and spock are trying to mingle with the crowd but theyre going to be found and kirk is murmuring ill try and locate a backdoor mr spock but in case prepare for- matters going south very quickly but then spock's oh so logical brain says why dont they blend in until they pass so he takes kirk by the elbow and starts leading him to where the couples are dancing to a fast and upbeat song because hes the son of an ambassador and dance is a way of connecting the mind and body of course amidst his vulcan upbringing he was taught how to dance so he takes kirk and begins to lead them at a fast pace and kirk's eyes are twinkling with amusement and surprise and surpressed nerves thrumming like a songbird like a new strategy, mr spock? and spock goes indeed, captain, odds indicate they will not look for us here and he loops them round and round but kirk is a charmer of course he knows how to dance and they spin round and round like two binary stars long after the spies have gone and kirk is following the rhythm he employs to win over any flirt but most of all hes losing himself in the easy spin and air of dancing with spock to the tune of the words unspoken between them forever implied and the light is hitting him like a nebula and kirk's intuition is his downfall tonight because he pitches spock in a perfect low dip and their eyes meet and he realises and-

[lollytea]

btw look at my little yellow tulip hunter sticker it is so cute

[jillfvs]

replayed rott for the achievements and i still have no fucking clue what is going on in that story

[pardonmydelays]

ok look, i don't normally do that because i just don't ship real people but since everyone is talking about this lately... i just read the forest fic for the first time ever.

[californiannostalgia]

sometimes I think

hey maybe it's that time again

it's that time to write an abuse survivor mental illness fic with lester papadopoulus and maybe that will help me figure out what the fuck is going on in my brain

maybe my obsession with normalcy and potential dangers and spiraling late at night and being suspicious of people and the hollow disgust at the desperately cheerful person I become around my (changed behavior) parents isn't normal people stuff

maybe I'm gonna be afraid forever incomprehensible forever non-normal forever and maybe apollo wants to say a few words on the subject

[sydmarch]

it was so stupidly difficult to find any nutritionist who has experience with arfid & takes insurance so after having to go through all these referrals my therapist sent me & jumping through hoops I lowkey hate the lady lmao feels like such a waste of time & energy

[moe-broey]

Conflict test..? Moe fucks up Badly test.

[minijenn]

Yeah so Echoes of Wisdom is fun as hell papa bless

[deadboyswalking]

cool. i want kohei horikoshi dead.

[stay6sic]

my best friend's sister's dad told me he has a huge crush on me