#I love that he buried seeds for his children

[irulaan]

WIDE EYED AND HOPEFULLY WILD

⤷ summary: Just Zevlor having sad boi hours.. warnings. Angst. Hurt/comfort. Self deprecating thought. Self doubt yk all of that. Mentions of childbearing, childbirth and children. I’m obsessed with him, sowry. Probably grammas mistakes all mistakes I didn’t edit this. word count. 2.1k pairing. Zevlor x afab!reader

It all unfolded after you were crowned, figuratively, as the hero of Baldur’s Gate, a title you rightfully earned. As for him, he found solace in the calm that settled over the land once more. Despite his attempts to redeem himself by joining you in the final battle, the weight of unease still lingered in his aging heart. But then there was you, with your gentle touch and reassuring words, lifting his spirits ever so slightly. It was in the beginning of this new life that you confessed your feelings for him, and he would forever cherish the memory of your angelic face illuminated with excitement when he reciprocated. The kiss that followed may not have been your first, but it felt like a new beginning.

It was then that you proposed a life of tranquility, far from the clamor of the city and its perils. Understanding the toll the events had taken on him, you knew he deserved respite. He deserved to lay down his burdens, to cease the ceaseless worrying for others.

Zevlor's remorse and guilt remained a constant presence, lurking beneath the surface of his newfound peace. Though his mind ceased dwelling on past mistakes, he knew they still lingered within him, like shadows in the recesses of his soul.

The memory of the first time he completely forgot his burdens weighed heavily upon him. It was when he heard the cry of his firstborn, a sound that pierced through the darkness of his regrets and filled him with a newfound sense of purpose. Covered in blood, with you exhausted by the baby’s side, he beheld the miracle of life unfolding before him. In that moment, he made a silent vow to be everything his own parents were not, to shield his children from the perils of their world. He vowed to dispel the notion of gods and saviors, knowing that true protection lay within their own hands.

He had never envisioned himself as a father, and you had graciously refrained from pressing the matter. Yet, when the news came, neither of you could feign surprise. In the quiet of the night, during those long, tender moments, it became evident that Zevlor harbored a desire for family. It was in the soft whimpers he released as you whispered words of longing, urging him to plant the seeds of new life within you, to mark your womb with his legacy. You clearly wanted to have his children.

Zevlor had never been one to express his desires openly, but when you mentioned running out of contraceptive potions, he silenced any doubts with a fervent kiss. His intentions were unmistakable.

As time passed and the months turned into a procession of tender moments, Zevlor found himself increasingly drawn to the role of nurturer and protector. The urge to fight and defend waned, replaced by a deep yearning to safeguard and cherish his growing family. He had never believed himself worthy of such love and devotion, yet you and your children showered him with it unconditionally. Despite his efforts to bury those feelings of inadequacy, they often resurfaced, gnawing at the edges of his consciousness.

Decades had passed since his days as an elite Hellrider, and the emptiness that lingered in the wake of Elturel's fall weighed heavily upon him. Each passing day seemed to accentuate his sense of age and irrelevance. In your presence, surrounded by the laughter of your children, he felt the weight of his years more acutely than ever.

At times, he sought solace in quiet moments of contemplation, retreating to a secluded spot behind a bush of your favorite flowers. There, hidden from view, he would gaze out at the flowing water or the rustling leaves, seeking respite from the turmoil within. He didn’t want anyone to see him like this because you’ll care — you’ll terribly care, and you’ll pout and even cry at the sight of him; he can’t do that to you. For in truth, it was not you who fell short, but he who sometimes felt unworthy of the abundant blessings you bestowed upon him.

And then, as the playful giggles faded into the distance, Zevlor found himself alone with his tormenting thoughts once more. Try as he might, he could not grasp why they plagued him so relentlessly, even in moments of tranquility. Yet, amidst his stubborn resistance, it was your unwavering presence and gentle reassurances that offered him solace in his darkest moments. Whether nestled together in the warmth of your embrace or entwined in each other's limbs on cold mornings, your whispered endearments never failed to soothe his troubled mind.

While you busied yourself playing with the children outside, Zevlor often retreated into the recesses of his mind, grappling with the persistent weight of his inner turmoil. Even amidst the joyous laughter of your youngest learning to walk, his mind remained preoccupied, unable to fully immerse himself in the moment. Though he would grin at the sight of his child's playful tumbles, the shadows of his own doubts loomed large, casting a pall over his spirit. He thought it would go away after the birth of his first child. But no.

As the hours passed and exhaustion began to take its toll on the children, you set about preparing a meal for them, your heart heavy with concern for Zevlor's prolonged absence. Though you knew his struggles all too well, the fear of something new and unknown gnawed at your insides. What if this life, which you had built together with such care, no longer held the same allure for him? What if he longed to return to his former life as a guard, risking his life to save a city he’ll swear to protect? The thought of him leaving, or worse, perishing in the line of duty without you by his side, filled you with a profound sense of dread.

Yet, even as these doubts plagued your mind, a nagging question lingered in the depths of your soul: Would anything ever truly be enough to assuage the demons that haunted him?

As the children drifted off to sleep and the house fell into a quiet lull, you made your way to the familiar spot where you knew Zevlor would be. The fading sunlight cast a warm glow over the landscape, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as evening approached. Despite the weight of your apprehension, you couldn't help but notice how Zevlor seemed to come alive under the setting sun, his features softened by the gentle light. He was a handsome man.

Sitting beside him, you kept a respectful distance, your thighs barely brushing against each other. It wasn't anger that kept you from reaching out to him, but rather a deep-seated nervousness, a fear of what his answer might reveal. And though you could sense his own unease, there was a flicker of bravery within you that compelled you to speak up.

In a hushed whisper, barely audible over the rustle of the leaves, you posed the question that had been weighing heavily on your mind: "What's wrong...?"

Zevlor's ear twitched at the sound of your voice, but he remained silent, his gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the horizon. Meanwhile, you couldn't tear your eyes away from his weathered face, finding solace in the familiar lines and contours that defined him.

A heavy sigh escaped Zevlor's lips, and you felt a knot form in the pit of your stomach as you waited for his response. When he finally spoke, his words hung heavy in the air, laden with a weight you could hardly bear. "I—It's just, I never wanted a life like this—It wasn't—"

His voice trailed off, and his heart clenched as he heard the quiet sniffles that escaped your lips. You tried desperately to suppress the rising tide of anguish, but the tears came anyway, streaming down your cheeks in silent rivulets of pain. The thought that you might not be enough for him, that you might have failed to give him the happiness he deserved, was almost too much to bear.

But then, his calloused hands found your shoulders, his touch gentle yet firm as he lifted your head to meet his gaze. "No, no, no—"

The desperation in his voice cut through the haze of your tears, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of panic at the sight of his own anguish mirrored in his eyes. You wanted to ask what you had done wrong, how you could make things right again, but the words caught in your throat as you sobbed uncontrollably. His expression changed again, he was such an idiot, he thought.

He caressed your cheeks with his thumb, his touch tender and reassuring, as if trying to erase the tears that stained your cheeks. You were his entire word. Your hands rested above his wrists, seeking solace in the warmth of his touch, silently pleading for forgiveness for something you hadn't done.

"Nothing, nothing, my life," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I—I didn't mean it like that… I want you—I" He trailed off, his words lost in the weight of his own turmoil.

"I just think, I think… What did I do to deserve this?" he continued, his voice heavy with sadness. You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off with a gentle shake of his head. "To deserve this peaceful life? After everything I did? After—I left them behind—“

You shook your head in denial, murmuring quiet reassurances, your words a desperate plea, mantra, prayer to banish the doubts that plagued him. "You deserve this after everything you did, after shielding your people when Elturel fell into Avernus, when you guided them to safety. You helped everyone that called for your help," you choked out, your tears staining your cheeks.

"Please stay, stay, Zevlor," you cried, moving his hands away from your face to bury your head against his neck. "I need you—I love you," you mumbled into his skin, your words muffled but full of heartfelt sincerity.

He held you close, his arms wrapping around your trembling form, his touch a silent promise of his unwavering devotion. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered into your ear, his voice heavy with regret. "That's not what I meant—I won't leave you. How could I leave you? When every time you're out of sight I feel like drowning, when your tears destroy my heart, when every time you kiss me I feel my heartbeat go faster… Please don't ever think that—I'm sorry I made you think that."

"You're not alone, my love," You whisper, your words a tender reassurance. As you spoke, his fingers gently traced soothing circles on your back. "You won't ever be alone. Please don't doubt the life you've crafted." With a gentle tilt of your chin, he lifted your gaze to meet his, to find your eyes filled with unwavering devotion. "You're so much more than your past. Stay with me in the present… I need you, every single day."

"I try, I try—I swear I try, but I can't just eliminate these feelings or these memories. They've shaped the man I am now," he confessed, his voice tinged with resignation. "I don't know… how, I don't know if I'm going to be able to."

“Then talk to me, don’t hide away from me. I’m here for you, always,” you urged gently, planting a tender kiss on his nose. “But I need you to cooperate too, to tell me when you feel like this. We'll find a way out together.”

His gaze softened as he listened to your words, finding solace in the warmth of your touch. “When I told you I never wanted a life like this, it's because I never thought it was possible,” he confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability. “And I was getting old, I just made peace with the fact I’d be lonely all my life. And now, I don’t dream about another life… even when I think I don’t deserve this—you.” He paused to meet your gaze, his eyes reflecting love and gratitude. “You make me feel like… I have another chance at bliss… at peace.”

Tears welled up in your eyes because you couldn’t understand how he felt like that. You wished you could take his pain, and made it your own to share his burden, but you couldn’t. And it made you terribly upset. “I love you, promise me you believe me,” you whispered, your voice trembling with sincerity. He murmured a promise before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

“You’re all I want,” he declared between kisses, his words filled with unwavering devotion. “I love you,” he continued, eliciting laughter from you as joy bubbled up within your heart.

a/n: I’m just having Zevlor brain rot and I thought of this. I’m sorry about mistakes I literally couldn’t edit this because if did this would be burry deep in my docs forever.

Hope you enjoyed this <3

See you !! kisses :3

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[bilbo-babe]

`Vinya coivië... na vírië...` (New awakening... To life...)

#Adar #Alfirin seeds #Before the battle begins plant one #A new life in defiance of death #Ered Mithrin #Ephel Arnen #Orcs are brothers & sisters #I love that he buried seeds for his children #Vinya coivië... na vírië (Quenya)

[lyneira]

♤ can I be deep inside of your love? ♤

SMUT - MINORS DNI

-> after you both climax, he decides to stay buried inside of you. Why?

fem!reader x genshin men / cw: unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, cockwarming

Wants to ensure you're having his babies

ZHONGLI, Ayato, Childe, Gorou

He'll keep himself buried deep inside you even after blowing his load into you because this man is MAKING SURE that you'll be pregnant with his child after this night (with your consent of course). He had already came in you so much that his seed was oozing out of your hole, to his dismay. And of course it would. Because even now, he was still managing to empty the rest of himself out into you as he further buried himself in your core.

As he's basking in your warmth, he's also basking in delight, rubbing small circles at your hip with his thumb as thoughts of you carrying his child run through his head. Imagining you with your belly swollen and round and seeing you with that special glow, gosh, the thought makes him swoon. You'd look so beautiful. It all excites him so, that he plants a tender, loving kiss to your lips, and whispers,

"There's no one else that I'd make the mother of my children other than you, my love...you'll make such a beautiful mommy"

He feels the closest to you like this

KAVEH, Kazuha, Baizhu, Thoma

Just because he's finished blowing his load into you doesn't mean he's done with you. He feels that this next part, where he's simply buried inside you, is just as significant as the previous act of thrusting his love into you.

This unity you both had made: joined together as one, bodies pressed up against one another's, hands intertwined, his lips locked on yours, tongues dancing with each other, and him sheathed deeply inside you. This is where he feels the closest to you, both physically and emotionally, eyes looking into each other's with such vulnerability and love. Relishing in this feeling, he doesn't dare pull away. He views this union as romantic and meaningful as it was a declaration of love for you of an intimate nature, so he'd find it so insensitive to pull out immediately.

He also hopes to leave you with his warmth for as long as he can, just as you have enveloped him and given him warmth. He'd want to hold you like this for the rest of the night.

Loves the feeling

Venti, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya

Similar to the previous category, it simply feels so warm, so cozy, and so comfortable inside of you that he wouldn't want to pull out right away. He also wants to relish the feeling of being inside you, and he'd stay inside you for longer than you'd expect. Won't you let him be selfish a bit? Just feel the way his length was beautifully melded into your core. Wouldn't you want to stay like this too? He desires your touch and your heat for much longer.

He'll embrace you tightly the whole time, and if you begin to squirm, asking if he's done yet, he'll mumble into your neck, "No...just a little bit longer please...You feel too good", and he'll start leaving kisses up and down your neck and jaw to soothe you.

When the time comes that he has to pull out, he'll realize that he should do this more often. Maybe while you two are simply enjoying the time, not doing much, he'll think of pulling you onto his lap and slipping himself inside of you. He'd have a more enjoyable time and would make sure you would too.

Needless to say, cockwarming him would be a frequent thing between you two ;)

He can't

Alhaitham, Albedo, Cyno, Tighnari

Exhausted from his release, he initially tries to pull out of you. Yet, with your legs wrapped tightly around him and with your pussy still squeezing him and sucking him in so good, he just can't. He might have asked you to let up, but he couldn't find himself doing that either. It's not like he really wants to anyway. And with your pussy begging for his cock like that, who was he to resist?

He lets out heavy moans as you overstimulate his cock with each spasm and contraction of your walls tightening around him. The feeling of it all was terribly addictive and made him feel yet another high, an even more intense one at that. It's so intense that he finds himself pouring even more of his essence into you that he didn't know he had left.

A ring of his cum and yours was now formed at the hilt of his cock, the sight of it turning him on again Another round wouldn't hurt, would it? (You two wouldn't go one round; you two would go multiple rounds afterwards, and the cycle would repeat, heh)

Does it out of possessiveness

Scaramouche, Xiao, Diluc, Dainsleif

After releasing, you'd expect him to pull out, but he'd do the opposite. He'll grab you by your thighs and pull you in towards him while thrusting himself further into you, feeling as the mixture of your essence and his gushes out of your hole and stains his cock. More importantly, you'd also notice how desperately he'd cling to you: how he’d tightly hold your thighs at his sides, how his fingernails were digging into your skin, how deeply he was trying to bury himself into you, deepening his kiss to your core so lovingly.

Looking at your flushed face, all tired out, you couldn't look any more beautiful to him even like this; that expression, your touch, your warmth, your moans, your pussy, and most of all, your love was his. The entirety of you was his and his alone.

Under gritted teeth, he'd mutter, "You're mine, you know that?", holding you even closer as he feels you squeeze around him perfectly.

But when you gazed upon his face- oh, that look. It was so vulnerable. The way he looked into your eyes sought reassurance and was pleading, "Please never let me go...I'm yours and no one else's...and I give all of myself to you and only you"

So please tell him tenderly, "I know", and watch as relief washes over him, releasing his grip on your thighs to embrace you protectively. He'll then whisper a delicate, "I love you so much", into your ear, and won't be letting go of you for a while.

© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS

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[042502]

*ૢ the mother of my children ; matt sturniolo.

synopsis : Matt wants to make you the mother of his children, he will take care of filling you with his seeds, trying not to spill a single drop.

warnings : Smut. Unprotected sex. Breeding kink. Smut with a wee bit of plot.

notes : My first language is not English, so if you find any grammatical errors you already know why :)

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Matt’s hips slam into yours a little deeper than usual. It's probably because of the position you're in, where he's holding your hips up so you're almost perp.

Matt holds your hips so high that you don't need a pillow under your back to support you, he takes care of supporting your weight, he grunts with the effort, yet he refuses to change his position, even when he's been holding you for so long, but he does it so that not a single drop of his semen escapes from your tight pussy.

He needs to make sure he is buried deep in you so he can flood your womb and paint your insides with his seed, he wants to fuck you until he is sure that it is enough, that he has filled you so much with his liquid that in a matter of weeks you will be carrying his child in your belly

He silences you with a messy kiss as you moan from how deep he hits, he's fucking you so hard that your tits bounce beautifully before his eyes, making him even more lustful. He is excited to see how they will grow in the future when they are full of milk for his children.

He takes one of your breasts in his hand and hits it gently, watching how it moves and kneading it to relieve the pain that the blow could have caused you.

“Shh, my sweet girl. I know you want to cum. She'll wait for me, okay? Just a little more" He coos at you as you continue to fuck him hard. "I'll tell you when you can cum, princess."

He's so selfish in the way he throws his head back and keeps thrusting into you without abandon.

He can feel you squeezing his thick member tightly as he abuses your wet pussy with his cock, your liquid sliding from your center to his thighs.

For the first time in a long time he will be the one who will cum first, because he decides so. He's not focused on getting you to cum before him, he just wants to fill you dry.

You move your legs over his shoulders and he positions himself to be closer to your body so he can sink his cock with greater agility.

He loves watching the way your legs spread for him and how your pussy spreads around his thick member. He makes his cock twitch at the thought of pumping you full of his sons.

"Yes? Do you want to give me a baby?" he growls, tilting her body slightly to take one of your tits into his mouth, sucking and biting the sensitive skin before asking again; "Do you want me to fill you so much with me that you're going to feel me for days? Mhm?" She moans as he continues to pound into you hard, his pace a little erratic. “Oh, baby. I can't wait to see your belly grow, your tits fill with milk, you're going to look beautiful, and everyone is going to know that it's thanks to me.” He concludes by filling your neck and chest with kisses, you simply throw your head back and gasp at her words, expectant for her promises.

Matt bit your neck gently and came inside your tight pussy without warning, his hot, sticky liquid filling your insides, the sensation almost causing your orgasm. But he gives you a firm slap on one of your breasts and immobilizes his hips so that you are hanging, with his motionless cock still inside you.

He smiles at you with some mischief, and waits for your pussy to stop squeezing him so hard so he knows that they have taken yet another orgasm from you. He silences your sobs by sinking deep inside you.

He stimulates you, making you feel even fuller, the angle at which he holds your hips prevents his cum from escaping, so moving his thick cock in your pussy is what pushes the liquid in and out, but keeping most of it. of the liquid deep inside your cervix, praying that it's enough to fill you with it.

His pelvis drags against your clit, the small pubes adorning his belly stimulating the small bud, making you whimper his name. Soon he will start pounding into you again, fucking you once more, but for now he needs to keep sinking his sticky cum into your pussy. He likes to hear how wet he is now that he's fucked him until he's shamelessly wet.

"You can wait a little longer, my pretty girl. I will make you the mother of my children. The most beautiful of all, and after that, I will let you cum as many times as you want." He promised, starting to move your hips again, starting from scratch.

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[pjsfvs]

breeding kink hc - Mark Lee

paring : husband!mark x afab!reader

warnings/tags : very nsfw, mentions of pregnancy, oral sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, fluff, breeding kink, Mark going AT it

summary : mark will do whatever it takes to get you pregnant.

a/n : this was supposed to be uploaded yesterday on 1/27 but i posted the Sunoo hc instead. Also, if you have any requests, you can leave them in my inbox! and don't leave hate comments for me to see. if you don't like it just block me and leave.

Having a child together was always something Mark and you knew would happen for you. Brushed lightly on the subject, you clearly remember the way Mark’s eyes would light up when you’d mentioned earlier in your relationship, that you wanted children.

Now, married in bliss with your second anniversary approaching, Mark had started to get a little impatient. You both knew you wanted to get pregnant eventually but hadn’t quite decided concretely exactly when just yet.

For Mark, a family always seemed a distant dream. However, when you’d walked into his life, he knew he wanted it with you.

In the beginning of your relationship, you used condoms during sex. It worked at the time, but eventually, after a conversation together, you decided you’d get yourself on birth control. Mark and you were pretty serious, had a solid foundation for your relationship and knew you wanted to be together for the rest of your lives,

And part of you wanted to take that step in your relationship; no matter how minor it may be. Sex was already something so intimate between you two, but to remove the barrier of a condom and really feel each other closer? It felt natural. Felt like something you trusted each other with.

Little did you know, that decision would spark a little something in your man…

For Mark, the first time you’d had sex using birth control, he swore he fell a little further for you [if it was even possible]. To know you trusted him to cum inside, that you weren’t scared, or fearful of anything going wrong meant so much to him.

Often during sex, he’d find himself thinking how much power his seed really had. On birth control, his cum buried deep inside your cunt meant nothing more than the mutual trust you two shared, a symbol of how deep your relationship had gotten.

But if you were off birth control? If the sex was unprotected?

Mark’s cum held great power. He could put a baby in you. Your baby, that you made with the embodiment of love your bodies yield to each other. The thought alone made Mark shiver each time, shuddering with a tingle of anticipation when he’d spill his hot loads inside you each night.

“Mark?” You’d asked one night, after a steamy quickie before bed. You rested your head on his bare chest as he heaves down from his high, a heavy palm rested to the bare skin of your exposed back.

“Yeah, baby?” He returns, kissing the top of your tousled hair softly. His palms are gently soothing over your bare hips, the same hips that would someday, hopefully carry the live of your child.

And that same night, the conversation happened. You’re both ready for a baby, you both want a baby with each other.

Mark is ecstatic, can’t wait to watch your pregnant belly grow as he showers his love on you, taking care of you each step of the way. Mark is already the perfect husband, and you best bet that it would heighten tenfold when you’re pregnant.

You have sex every single day now, sometimes multiple times a day. Sex with Mark was always fantastic, always had you practically on the verge of tears to how well he’d fuck you when he needed to, how well he’d make love to you when he needed to. If anyone knows how to strike the perfect balance, it’s Mark Lee.

“You gonna give me a baby, kitten?” Mark rasps, hastily pounding into your needy cunt from above. His biceps rest on either side of you and they look massive this way, a dark, almost primal darkness in his eyes on some nights like this. You’ve been trying for about a month now, and Mark is growing impatient. Part of him fears deep inside that as always, something will go wrong; deprive him from the life he wants with you. You make sure to assure him, however. Assure him that it’ll happen for you.

“Ye-yes baby, put a baby in me Mark…” You whimper, begging underneath him, soft legs tightly wrapped around his waist to give him optimal access to your deepest parts. Mark’s cock twitches inside you, and you know he’s close. Every single time, you shake and shudder to the feel of being pounded by him, the way his creamy, succulent cum fills up inside you to the brim.

It baffles you the amount of cum the man carries, how much he spills after each fuck. You can definitely feel him fill you up and it turns you on so fucking bad as you desperately pull him close, peppering needy kisses all over his face as he makes you cum as well.

“They say the more orgasms you have, the better the chances of getting pregnant.” Mark whispers, slowly delving between your drenched thighs. He licks a long stride up your aching pussy before circling sloppy, wet circles to your clit. You’re not sure if Mark’s theory is 100% accurate. Nonetheless, you know Mark thrives off making you feel good, he wants you to enjoy the process more than him. After all, you are the one who’s going to be carrying your baby for months on end, bearing all the pain and discomforts that come your way.

It does pull at your heartstrings how much Mark cares, how desperate he is fulfilling the deed of getting you pregnant.

If on your bed, before sex, Mark puts a pillow under your hips to angle them up slightly while he pumps in and out. “Can’t have any drip out,” He smirks, pressing a wet kiss to your lips as his throbbing cock stays positioned inside you, cocooned by your warm, pulsing walls after release.

Cockwarming has become almost a daily occurrence. After he’s came inside you, Mark keeps his girthy member inside your cunt for a couple of minutes as you both come down from your highs. He’ll rest his head in the haven of your breasts, arms wrapping around you as you pull him close, kissing his head to happy dreams of this wonderful, loving man fathering your children someday.

Mark insists that you have sex a couple times a day, and you fear he’ll eventually get sick of having you if you don’t slow down a little

“I’ll never get sick of you,” He whispers into your neck, softly kissing the skin as his arms hold you so dearly tight. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“I do.” You whisper, cupping his cheek. Mark is the sweetest man you know, and you best believe he’s only gotten sweeter since you’ve started trying.

Sometimes, when lounging next to each other, or when he’d come up behind you in a tender hug as you cook breakfast, Mark rests his hands on your belly; dreaming of how heartfelt it would be the day your baby would be in there,

“You’re gonna look so beautiful sweetheart, carrying our baby.” His deep baritone would soothe in your ears as he slams into you, your breasts bouncing to his pace as his hips snap into you hard, senselessly. His balls slam your core so hard each time, and the sounds of skin slapping skin fill the house very often nowadays. “Gonna show you off to the entire world,” He moans, cupping your breasts & kneading them with a firm force, yet cautious not to hurt you, as his mind drifts to the thought of how full they’d look, swollen holding milk

Mark and you have possibly tried every sex position there is at this point. Doggy style? Mark fucks into like a rabbit from behind, cock grinding your cervix to the deepest parts before slipping out entirely, only to plummet back in

Your legs on his shoulders as he fucks into you relentlessly? It’s one of his “trying to conceive” favourites, allows his sperm to take advantage of gravity

Face to face lying beside each other? Mark practically melts each time you do this one. The entry of his cock is so deep this way as you hold each other’s gazes, your leg draped over his waist as his arms pull you closer, rosy skin flushed together with a thin layer of sweat.

From behind as you lay on your stomach? Mark’s eyes roll to the back of his head in this one. He enters you from behind, pounding in as he grinds your g-spot repeatedly, almost always giving you two orgasms before he cums deep, deep inside.

Did I mention how loud Mark is when he cums

He moans, throaty groans fleeing his lips as he practically growls in your ear. The way you clench around him is too much, your pussy is too tight; too warm and he’s far too in love with your body (and all of you, ofc). Far too drunk on thoughts of pounding you pregnant for him.

Sometimes Mark can get so dirty while fucking you.

It surprises you sometimes that your sweet, loving, wholesome husband can say such sinful things

“Gonna make a baby come out of that tight little pussy.” He drips, biting small love marks into your skin as he thrusts, marking your body as his breeding ground.

I mean he is a literal assassin so you do get that he can be a bit brutal sometimes

He tracks your periods and the days you’re most fertile (not that it matters too much since he fucks you into oblivion each day haha) but on days where you’ve ovulating, he makes sure to go deeper, harder, and get in multiple rounds for optimal chances of conceiving.

Mark cumming inside is so special now. You can’t help but shiver each time you feel him explode deep within you, knowing that that load might be the one to do the trick.

You’re an advocating member of the “Make Mark a daddy 2024” campaign.

And when your period is late…you tell Mark with beaming eyes and swear you’d seen a glistening glow in that chocolate gaze, unlike anything you’d ever seen before.

You buy multiple tests together, Mark's hand holding yours the entire time. The thought that your baby might be growing inside you, right now, this second as you stand at the checkout counter has his smiling like a goofy idiot.

Your goofy idiot, of course :)

You take the tests together in the master bathroom of your bedroom. Mark is on edge and you have to hold his hand to reassure him, explaining to him that if its only a false alarm, you’ll keep trying because you want this with him. You need this with him.

You want a family and it’s never going to change.

But when all the tests come back positive, Mark is on the brink of tears.

You both are, holding each other tighter than ever as you both cry into each other’s necks, kneeling in a bundle of cuddles on the bathroom floor. Mark kisses each inch of your face, peppers delicate kisses to your tousled hair, offering squeezes to your hand when you let out a soft sniffle at the sheer happiness.

This is a moment that will forever be engrained in your minds.

It was finally happening; you made a baby.

You’ve never seen Mark this happy before, feeling as if everything in his life has finally fallen into place. This is what all the pain, all the hurt, all the sin that lingers in the shadows of his past had been leading up to. A family with you, free of evil, free of any grim that lingers.

A life where the only Mark Lee that the world knows, is the Mark who loves and is loved by his wife, and the Mark who is a father.

The most loving, caring, amazing father he could ever be.

#౨ৎㅤ violet writes #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #mark lee #mark x reader #mark smut #mark fluff #husband!mark #౨ৎㅤ mark

[celestialprincesse]

💕🩰

I'm sorry but I just know that Price has a breeding kink🥴

mdni 🎀 nsfw below the cut

Price has always, despite his situation, considered himself a family man, and with not only the added financial benefits of being boosted up to the SAS, but also the flexibility of being a captain, there's a yearning for something to come home to. So, when he finally marries someone that makes coming home more anticipatory than leaving in the first place, he can't help but finally feel fulfilled. Almost.

There's something missing though. Something that he can't help but yearn for. He's seen the way his fellow soldiers look at their partners with babies slung on their hips or bellies swollen with pregnancy, and he can't help but feel so selfishly jealous. He knows he shouldn't, knows that he should feel grateful for all of the goodness that she's bought into his life, that he's got the privilege of coming home alive, let alone alive, and to a beautiful woman willing to sink down on her knees for him and worship his cock like he's more god than mere man. Despite this, he wants more, and always finds himself feeling like Icarus inching that much closer to the sun with every good thing he gets.

"I want a baby." He growls into your ear whilst his cock is buried to the hilt inside your slick cunt, fingers interlocked and his baby blues burning vehemently into your own. He's long stilled his thrusts to capture your attention, and by the way your tits bob slightly with the movement of a deep inhale pulled in and held, followed by a little ragged puff of air back into his face, he can tell that you're listening. "You want a baby?" The waver in your voice doesn't go unnoticed by either of you, the almost imperceptible squeeze of your fingers around Johns igniting a spark of hope in his long thawed heart. "I want a baby. With you."

"Now?"

"Now."

"What about your work?"

"I've already sorted it."

John sees the way your brain short circuits at not only his words, but also the encouragingly slow snap of his hips as he thrusts up against your cervix, the hair of his chest brushing against your already sensitive nipples as he keeps at his languorous pace, waiting for you to give him an answer before he stuffs you full of his cum and doesn't let you get up through fear of potentially wasting even a drop of his seed.

"Please, darling. Fuck." He grunts as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes glossed over as you zone out, imagining a future with you and the man you love, and your children - child, even - maybe a dog for good measure. "You're sure you're ready?" You whisper, feeling the distinct prickling of tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. "S' all I want."

"Okay."

And with that, John's warm hand settles at the back of your neck, fingers curling into the roots of your hair whilst his free arm supports his position over you. Every time the weeping tip of his cock slams up into the plug of your womb and leaves your eyes rolling shut, he yanks gently on your hair, just enough to jerk your head back to look at his almost animal expression, growling about how he wants to look his wife in the eye when he fucks her full of his kids. He's entirely merciless as he spears you open on his cock, hitting the spot that makes your walls flutter desperately around him with every thrust, huffing in your ear when you drag your nails down his back at the mention of how fucking sexy you'll look all soft and swollen with his baby. You both know he won't be stopping at one.

You cum almost shamefully around his cock when he grabs a handful of the plush flesh of your boobs, dropping kisses down the column of your neck until his nose rests against your collarbone, keening out from both the physical and mental overstimulation. John rides you through it, leaving his tip brushing against your cervix as he finishes himself, before rolling you over with his cock still plugged inside, not wasting any of his cum as you lay there panting on his chest whilst his lips press to the top of your head before whispering in your ear:

"So I was thinking green for the nursery?"

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ

quick lil something because I literally have no ideas of what to write oops 🤭

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[anemptypuddingcup]

luffy trying to get his pretty little wife pregnant? omfg ill actually foam at the mouth LIKEEE

Y’ALL HAVING THESE WONDERFUL IDEAS, I LOVE Y’ALL!! I damn near got carried away with this one.

Luffy & Breeding.

He presses sweet little kisses against your ear while his hand groped your breasts softly, a little smile appearing across his face. You giggle against him, a bit surprised at his loving affection. He never did it often unless it was something a bit serious or he was feeling some type of way. Maybe he just felt more sweet and loving than usual.

“What’s gotten into you Luffy?~” You giggle, turning your head and pressing your lips against kiss. Luffy nips at your ear, his breaths heaving against the shell of it before he sighs heavily. “Wanna do it bare…I wanna feel you.” He whispered to you. Your eyes widens and your perk up from his words.

“You…You mean without protection Luffy?” You asked, staring deep into his eyes. He grins. He climbs over you, his eyes half-lidded as he stares down at your body. He slowly grows harder from his thoughts. The thought of seeing your tummy swollen with his babies made him flare up with arousal.

It was so sudden but Luffy really wanted to see you pregnant. The baby fever was hitting him hard and he wanted to have his children with you soon.

“Wanna put a baby in ya…Wanna make ya a mama~” Luffy whispers to you, his hand trailing from your breast to your tummy. He pats your tummy before giving you a little smirk. “See? Wanna see ya tummy full f’my babies, Shishishi~” He snickers.

You couldn’t help but to be speechless at his words, your hand pressed over your mouth as you were filled with shock. The precious little man hovered above you, staring at you before he made another move. “Ya wanna be a momma? Ya wanna?” He asks eagerly, his hands cupping your face.

You think intently. You weren’t really prepared to have a child, then again everything is so up and sudden with Luffy. Even if he never thinks of a plan, somehow he makes it work. You smiled softly. “You wanna be a daddy Luffy?” You asked him. He trembles from your question, a heavy sigh leaving him.

“Fuck yeahhh~”

“Lemme getcha pregnant mamas~”

You smile wider.

“Make me a momma Luffy.”

***

You breathe heavily against your pillow as you buried your face deep into the cotton. A lengthy moan leaving your sweet lips while Luffy continues to pound his cock deep inside of your sloppy cunt. His fingerprints lefts dark marks against the inside of your hips as he held onto them tightly.

You hear him huff and groan heavily indicating that he was close to blowing another load inside of you again. “Ahh~ Ah!~ S-Shit take this one t-too!~” He gasps, his cock twitching deep inside of your aching hole. You let out a dry mewl as Luffy cums inside of you one again, his cock kissing your cervix as he tried his damn hardest to fill you up to the brim.

A heavy breath leaves both you before Luffy pulls your hips up higher, making sure that his seed would stay in you at all cost. You moan out softly as he chuckles, pressing a loving kiss to your neck.

“Cmon~ Lemme fill ya up some more. That’s not as nearly enough.”

#Mari’s 900 Surprise! #one piece #one piece smut #one piece fluff #op smut #op fluff #one piece x female reader #one piece luffy #op luffy #luffy smut #luffy fluff

[raitonsfw]

Hi I’d like to request for Dazai x fem!gf reader and ab that Dazai couldn’t get the thoughts off of his mind since the night before reader allowed him to finish inside for the first time in their relationship and it’s just kinda got him weird ( not in a bad way ) but in a way he wants to do it again until he dies? Also breeding kink? Thank you,

𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜 | 𝚍𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚒 𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚞

synopsis: Dazai had pleaded day after day to let him cum inside you and you were always so worried about the consequences, a simple ‘no’ leaving your mouth every single time. But the one time you say yes after he begged for it, yearning for it from the very depths of his arousal, Dazai becomes absolutely obsessed with breeding you. And the next day is nothing but new territory for you as he pushes you to your limit, over and over again…and well, guess it’s time to start shopping for the nursery.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut (holy fuck y’all), fem!reader, needy-fucked out-desperate!dazai, breeding kink, cunnilingus, cum eating, creampies (a lot of them), squirting, overstimulation, dubcon, slight masturbation (dazai), dirty talk, yearning, begging, desperation, rough p in v, many positions (missionary, doggy style, mating press), dazai has insane stamina, talks of having children, four rounds (probs unrealistic but who cares?), aftercare, pet names (baby, princess, darling, my love)

a/n: i got really really really carried away, my bad. Fr my sex probably wrote this instead of my mind, im so ashamed of myself. anywho, enjoy my version of breedy dazai! wc: 1.5k. m.list

divider credit: @benkeibear

“Please, Y/N, one more time.” You heard Dazai beg in your ear, his cock sliding into your already abused cunt and you let out a tiny bruised noise. “I promise it’ll be the last round.”

How did you get like this exactly? Underneath him for what felt like an eternity with cum and your squirt dripping down the backs of your thighs and pooling thick against the bedsheets? You knew it had something to do with last night, but your mind was so hazy you couldn’t quite puzzle the pieces together. 

“Can I, baby? Please, just one time.” “Fuck, ‘M so close, need to cum so badly.” You remembered Dazai groaning last night, the memory finally faltering up in your mind. And of course, you weren’t thinking– you said ‘yes’, moaned, practically whined for his seed as his dick drilled into your sweet spot over and over and over– You should’ve thought it through but as you heard the telltale grunts from Dazai, burying his head into your chest with a heady moan, your senses became distorted and you begged for him to fill you up.

And he sure fucking did his job too, ropes of cum spurting against your cervix as he stilled inside you, pressing up against it harshly. You couldn’t feel anything else but his cum at the time, it was so wet and so warm inside you as your entire body went numb– and your mind too. You definitely thought once or twice about having his kids but that fortunately brought you back from your sublime wanting, reaching down for Dazai’s hand and squeezing it tightly as he shuddered against you.

You remembered his face when he pulled out, his cock damp with your arousal and the tip wet with remnants of the cum he fucked inside of you and you could see something whirling through his brain as he sat there for a second on his haunches, collecting himself. Dazai had watched his cum drip out of you and run down your folds like it was some sort of prize he had won– and was waiting for it to be given to him. Before you blink off the orgasm that had piled through you, his tongue had caught wind of your leaking cunt and you arched your back off the bed, clutching the brunette’s strands with a whimper.

“Dazai–!” 

“Mm?” He had looked up at you, with those precious eyes of his still completely clouded with lust and you let out a sharp moan as he plunged his tongue into you, lapping at all the cum he had filled you with. It was possibly the hottest thing you ever witnessed in your life as his bandaged arms came to rub at the sides of your hips, his mouth moving skillfully against your folds and you felt his tongue curl to get every drop. Dazai tasted you through yet another orgasm, it wracking your body with immense pleasure and once you unclenched from his pointed tongue, he crawled onto you with a fervent kiss.

“What’s gotten into you, my love?” You had asked him once you managed to pull away, carefully rubbing down the extent of his chest, soothing the small scars that shrouded the frailness of his figure.

“Nothing, princess. I just really wanted to taste you.” 

And maybe breed you. Dazai didn’t know what to do– ever since he had felt your pussy clench around him as he leaked into you– finally filled you up with his cum, his mind had been constantly begging for it again. The entire next day you were gone, he had been at a loss for words– his dick awfully hard in the confines of his trousers as he paced around the living room in distress. He tried to get himself off, slicking his hand up and down his cock with heavy intent on finishing… but he wanted to finish inside you– it drove him nearly mad as the precum bubbled at his tip but never truly let him release.

He waited for you all day, all fucking day and when you walked in; you were basically jumped. He hauled you over his shoulder with a kiss and a promise, something you were so deftly aware of and you got excited– you wanted to see what he had in store. Your boyfriend was quite theatrical, you could say; sometimes he’d end up with his hands tied in his own worn out bandages and other times, you’d end up with marks in places you didn’t even know he could reach. Very eccentric was your Dazai, the master of heeding your sex like it was dessert served on a silver platter.

And oh, that’s right– you’ve been in three different fucking positions now. The first time, you two didn’t even make it to the bed; he threw you against the plush pillows of the sofa and ripped open your blouse like it was a present, mouthing at the lacey bra you wore underneath. His fingers snaked into your panties like second nature, finding your clit and rubbing against it to warm her up. And a few minutes later, he sunk into you with a groan as you sucked him into your tight heat. And guess what he had started to beg as soon as started to thrust deep inside you?

“Baby, please can I cum inside again? Would mean the world ‘t me… I wanna–” And your response had been the same as the night before. A yearning yes, complete with a moan of his name to spur him on even more.

You could feel the cum seeping out of you as he laid you down onto the edge of the bed, the second round much more languid than the first. Dazai rolled his hips into you, peppering kisses down your chest and through the crevices of your neck and all you could do was push back against him in earnest as another orgasm crept up, threatening to burst in your nerves and it overtook you with a tremble. He came with a whimper of your name, seemingly more desperate than before, his eyes glancing down to your cramped pussy and watching the cum ooze out of you.

“Need you still, can we go another round?” 

You were flipped onto your tummy, his hand pushing against it so you can get into the position he needed you in– on your hands and knees, with your back arched beautifully to show the swell of your ass. Before you could complain about feeling weak, he plunged into you. Your knees nearly collapsed in on themselves, but Dazai held you up with the hand on your tummy and plowed into you like it was his last day on Earth. And yet again, you chased your overwhelming orgasm as he bruised your cervix with every thrust. 

This time was different as a wave of heat rushed over you– some type of pressure you’ve never felt before and you couldn’t even warn him as you squirted all over his cock with a shaky cry. You tightened around him, pulling his third orgasm from him inadvertently. “H-Holy shit, baby…”

And that’s how you got here, with Dazai pleading in your ear for one more fucking round. 

You were in another position now; he moved you into a mating press and your legs shook with overstimulation as he held onto them. You honestly weren’t sure if you could cum a fourth time and it was the same with Dazai, but all he wanted you to do was milk him dry. He never expressed it to you, but you knew in the back of your mind that you made him into this monster, this goddamn fucker who wouldn’t stop til his cock leaked out nothing.

“Doing so good for me, darling. S-So fucking good. Wanna breed this pussy, till you're so full– till you have no choice but to have my children.” His eyes were rolling back as you stared up at him with dazed eyes, his words hitting you just right and your brain short-circuited with such a dangerous desire. His entire body had started to shake from overexertion and his praises were babbled on his tongue, stuttering along with his hips and you clenched around him as he thrusted into you and you felt like everything was falling apart around you. You saw stars as you came one last time, your vision blacking out as you arched into Dazai’s chest. 

He followed shortly after and as he came, nearly nothing came out but he still tried to fuck it into you anyway. Dazai let your legs fall against the bed as he pulled out, kissing everywhere he could reach in the process. “Did so well, my love. Was so perfect for me, I love you so much.” 

The praises didn’t stop for a while, even as he carried you to the bath and let you soak first before he even dared to try to fit in beside you. Dazai changed the sheets as you caressed the marks on your skin, bubbles soaping up the bruises and you whined out for him a few minutes later. He came running when you did so, making sure you were alright and you clinged onto his arm, unwrapping his bandages with a graceful twist. “Get in with me…” 

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[love-toxin]

just read your latest billy fic and am now obsessed with the idea of billy babytrapping you and/or having a massive, unhinged breeding kink. in his mind you won't ever leave him if he gets you pregnant.

(please bear with my ramblings below)

billy obsessively tracking your cycle and going at it like rabbits when you're ovulating. sex that goes on for HOURS because he wants to get multiple loads inside of you, just to be sure. plugging you up afterward so all his cum stays inside. constantly telling you what a good parent you would be, and how beautiful your children would be because he's pretty, and you're pretty, so it just makes sense, right?

I really think he'd get so delusional about it. burying his face in your arousal and insisting he can tell you're fertile just by the smell/taste. bending down to whisper in your ear only to tell you how full and achey his balls are getting. leaving you little gifts but they're all pregnancy tests or baby clothes. forget whatever stage of a relationship or situationship you guys are in, he's starting a family with you. he'd get such an ecstatic glint in his eye when you finally tell him you're pregnant. don't get me started on the pregnant belly worship.

tl;dr if billy fucks me and I'm not sitting in a puddle of his cum afterwards, I don't want it‼️🗣

PRRRRRR!!!! yes. im into it. now u have to bear with MY ramblings

(cws: babytrapping, fem pronouns)

Feels like babytrapper Billy is an untapped gold mine--it's less that he wants a baby at first and mostly just that he wants control over you, but that switches up real fast when you actually get knocked up. When you actually wanna be sweet about it. Fussing about cribs and a nursery and having enough baby clothes, making him take you to the ultrasound appointments and actually getting a 'tude with him because he did this to you and now he's gonna have to deal with just as much as you have to carrying his baby.

But Billy ends up loving the shit out of it. He loves your attitude. He loves your mood swings. He loves your hormonal cravings and your tears when you throw up morning after morning. He loves holding your hair back and stuffing your bed full of pillows so you're comfortable, and he loves laying his head on your belly and hearing those little gurgles and feeling those little kicks from his baby.

At the same time, however, it makes him emotional. If this is how he feels before his baby is even here, then why would...how could his father ever treat him the way he does, and did? How could anybody do that to a kid? It makes him angry at himself for the way he was treated and the way he took that out on Max, too. He's got lots of apologies to make. Those experiences don't take up all his attention, though--he has a pretty partner to care for now, and having that to fill his time over bouncing from party to party and girl to girl just to feel something makes him unbelievably satisfied.

It honestly makes him glad that he never knocked anyone up accidentally leading up to when he met you. It had to be you, he knows that now. It had to be you that he coerced, begged, and fucked into submission to make you his, it had to be your womb that he wanted so badly to break and your pussy he wanted to risk going raw into. Wouldn't you just be the cutest with a baby, anyways? You're such a catch and you're so pretty. You'd make such adorable babies. It's obvious he never wanted to be one of those guys with a handful of baby mamas and kids he rarely sees; he wants you and your kids and that's it. It's official--you've hooked Hawkins' resident playboy into a dedicated partner and father, whether you wanted to or not.

If there's one thing he loves most about your pregnancy though, it's that he loves your neediness. He loves that something seems to click in you that makes you pine for the man whose seed you've sown, like there's an invisible connection between you two that pulls you both closer. It's like you're instinctually drawn to him and he hopes, god he hopes that continues after you've had the baby. He's ready to make love to a woman after she's had a child (after you've healed sufficiently, of course, he can wait) it's like that next stage of maturity for him. He can't wait to see how far you've come and how much you've sacrificed just to have his baby, and he can't wait to look you in the eyes and tell you he wants another. No, he doesn't want you to work off the baby weight first or fuss with your hair or your clothes to try and get back to looking like you were before. He wants you now. As you are. Raw. He's sick of those prissy party-girl snobs and their perfect bodies and their permed hair that they can't let get messed up. He wants the woman who stays up all night feeding his daughter and rolls her eyes at his flirting attempts in the morning. He's totally whipped, and even with those bags under your eyes and that tension headache behind his from the crying of his precious baby girl, he still wants another. And he's got ways of making sure that you do, too...after all, he got you into it the first time, right?

#billy hargrove #billy x reader #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #spicy writing #ellie writes #anons

[deadbydad-writes]

Dad’s Best Friend!Miguel with Reader (who’s 24 and just finished college, she’s staying at her dad’s place while she finds work). She and Miguel have been in a secret relationship for a few weeks now, and Miguel finds out she has a daddy kink. He takes full advantage of this, teasing her as he’s abusing her with every thrust of his cock, telling her that she’s such a naughty girl begging for her daddy to fill her up with his seed, asking her what her dad would think if he found out his best friend was trying to knock up his baby girl…

Breeding and daddy kinks are my weakness, what can I say 😵‍💫

This one is so fucking hot oml I love it!

You and Miguel had been in a secret relationship for a couple of years now and had kept it hidden from your father. Of course, the two of you had have sex but when Miguel had found out that you had a daddy kink...he didn't hesitate to use that to his advantage the first chance he got.

Your father had to work later in the afternoon and you were at an interview at some random place in town trying to find work, so he used that time to himself to come up with a plan.

Later that night while your father was at work, Miguel had you bent over the arm of the couch in your own living room with his cock buried deep into your cunt you swore you could feel the tip of it in your womb.

"Look at you, coming apart on daddy's cock," Miguel growled into your ear as he reached a hand under your shirt to grab one of your breasts, his thumb flicking your nipple. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the house as he fucked into your abused cunt from behind. Miguel had already filled you up with his cum at least three or four times and it couldn't help but make you wonder if he would knock you up tonight.

Miguel's hips stuttered slightly and he groaned into the back of your neck, biting the skin gently. "Daddy's gonna come in you again baby girl," he said and continued to bite and nibble the skin of your neck while he never stopped thrusting his cock in and out of your tight pussy.

The thought and his words made a shiver of pleasure run down your spine and a moan escape your mouth.

Miguel let out a little chuckle as he found out this new little surprise you had kept from him and maybe even yourself.

"Does daddy's little girl like the thought of being filled up again," he teased and gently gripped your hair but didn't pull. "Does she want to get filled until she's carrying my child?"

You could only nod, too drunk on pleasure from the treatment you were receiving to say an actual word yet alone a physical sentence.

"What would your father think if he saw his daughter, his only little girl, begging for his best friend to knock her up?" The thought of you getting caught by your father while Miguel is fucking you, really shouldn't have turned you on as much as it should have, but that's all it took for you to reach your climax for the fifth time that night.

"Daddy!" You moaned out as you squirted on his cock, your eye rolling to the back of your head and your nail's digging into the white fabric of the couch as you came down from your high. You felt the man behind you let out a growl and bite your shoulder as he pumped more of his cum into your womb.

Your soft pants as you both caught your breath filled the silence of the house before Miguel quickly turned your head to the side to press his lips against yours, making you smile lazily against his lips as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment before Miguel pulled away to look at you with a playfull look.

"Oh no baby girl, daddy's not done with you yet." Miguel nipped your bottom lip and grinding his cock against your sweet spot, making you gasp at the welcomed feeling and action.

"Daddy has to make sure his little girl is all bred until your swollen with my children"

I tried. I was literally the whole time while I was writing this I was just blushing at every word I typed....this is the smuttiest thing I have ever written to be honest.

But I hoped you enjoyed! I for sure enjoyed writing this, it's so fucking good in my opinion but I think I could have done better, but hey there's always room for improvment!

Anyway, if anyone wants to request anything I have a list right here of stuff I will write, but I do hope you guys enjoyed it. And I would appreciate feedback of anyone has any!

Love you guys!

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[angrygirlromero]

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐘✧•. • °

AUTHOR’S NOTE: credits to the amazing artists who made this, I’m not sure who it is I came across this on Pinterest, but I’m not sure who made it to give credits so if you know please do tag them!

WARNINGS! Pure filthy smut honestly, possible grammar mistakes.

Maegor Targaryen loved fucking his little niece, it serving as him throwing the fact back into his brother’s face every time he’d fuck his warm sticky seed into her, he loved her, he adored her, he was obsessed with his queen.

Obsessed with the euphoric feeling of having her tight warm walls wrapped around his thick pulsing length, the painful pleasure of the constant stretch of his thrust leaving his darling niece a dumb drooling mess of pleasure, as she moaned and screamed his name for everyone in the keep to hear just exactly who she belonged to.

He could never get enough of her being infatuated with the feeling, taste and smell of her, she was his everything, she’d wake up with him buried between her thighs him eating her out, basically making out with her pussy, spitting biting and sucking on her sweet spot constantly.

Having his thick and long pretty length abusing her cunt, until she passed out as he watched mesmerized at the sight of the bulge in her tummy at his every thrust, he’d use her as his little cum dump stuffing her with his children every chance he got.

He’d summon her to the throne room just to have her ride him on the iron throne, Maegor ordering the guards to not look if not they would suffer his warmth, “oh, please kepus, please cum in me, p-please want to feel y-you fill me up” she would scream out, and Maegor would groan and moan into her neck leaving an insane amount of bruises, while she rode him, her little figure humping his huge muscular one, as his large hands would guide her hips into his pelvis.

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[makeyoumine69]

Painkiller 2

— PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

— SUMMARY: You begged Patrick for a good fuck, and who is he to deny it to his sweet little girl?

— CONTAINS: Smut, Dom!Patrick, pet names, degradation (reader is called some names), Daddy kink, dirty talk, vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), pregnancy sex/kink, creampie/breeding kink, semi-public sex.

— WORDS: 1.5k

— A/N: Sorry for the long hiatus in posting, I'm still trying to restore some energy, but I hope you enjoy this little piece of text!

— LINKS: [Previous part] [MASTERLIST] [buy me a coffee]💓

"Now you be a good girl and keep those pretty lips of yours quiet." Patrick drawled, his eyes ablaze with wicked intent. He lowered his head, pressing a fierce kiss on the side of your neck.

Trembling, you gasped breathlessly as your inner walls clenched around nothing, yearning for his hot, rock hard flesh to be inside of you.

“Patrick,” you murmured, pulling him closer, your taut nipples were visible through the thin material of your hospital gown. “I… I want you.”

"You needy little slut," Bateman hissed, his eyes fixed on the tantalizing sight of your hardened little peaks, then he leaned down to capture one nipple with his teeth, biting down gently through the fabric, eliciting a muffled whimper from you. "I'm going to fill you up, babydoll," he promised in a dark whisper. "Every fucking inch of you, until you're dripping with me."

With his free hand, Patrick began to fumble with his belt, every nerve on edge with anticipation, his dick aching with desperate need, bulging against the tight confines of his Armani pants.

"Mmhm—Daddy," a muffled moan escaped your lips, your hands clinging desperately to his strong biceps. "I w-want to give you as many children as you want."

Shaking like a leaf, your body desperately longed to be claimed by him again and again, a feeling even stronger than despair — belonging to him was as vital as breathing air.

“Oh, you have no idea what you're in for… Do you, honey?" Bateman taunted, his voice low and possessive.

Patrick couldn't help but groan as the heat of your hands threatened to burn right through the fabric of his expensive shirt.

"Do you really like seeing me pregnant?" You wondered as you sensed his long, thin fingers playing with your tender flesh. "I'm so nervous about gaining so much weight, Daddy." Your voice was tinged with embarrassment as he removed your hospital gown.

"Like?" Patrick rejoined, a devilish chuckle rumbling from his chest. "Damn, dollface, I fucking love seeing you pregnant." His words were infused with raw desire, his gaze sweeping over your swollen form with predatory intensity. The sight of his seed blooming in life within you was a heady combination of possession and power, a tantalizing cocktail that sent his nerves ablaze.

Carefully, you got down on all fours on the hospital bed in front of him, your legs already trembling with sweet anticipation from what about to come. "I need you so much, but please don't hurt the baby."

"Don't worry, darling, Daddy knows just what he's doing." His words hung in the air between you two, possessive and domineering.

Then without further ado, Bateman plunged his throbbing length into your heat, his low groan echoing off the walls of the room. With skilled control, he began to move against your shivering, little form; his grip retaining a firm hold on your hips as they moved to the rhythm of your shared lust. The sensation of your soft inner walls beginning to clench around him, already coaxing gruff moans from his lips. This was where he belonged, buried deep within you, imprinting himself onto every fiber of your being.

"It's so deep… a-awww," you whimpered, and then you had to bite the pillow to suppress all the lewd sounds as you were desperately doing your best to take him in completely. "Daddy, p-please!”

"Oh, sweetness," Patrick grunted in response, pleasure clawing its way up his spine as you tightened around him. Gently, he traced a single manicured thumb in circles around the small of your back, the reminder to be careful tucked safely in the back of his mind. "You like it deep, don't you? Like feeling me fill up your slutty little pussy?"

The potential of being caught only seemed to add an extra dose of adrenaline to your veins, the thrill of it making your hearts practically thud in their cages.

"Now hush," Bateman ordered with a sharp thrust of his hips, his voice a low growl in your ear. "Don't want the good doctors to find out how much of a slut their patient is, do we?" He quipped, his fingers tightening around your hip as he continued his relentless pace; his other hand came down to rub teasing circles around your clit, his aim to drive you as crazy with need as you drove him.

Panting, you leaned on your elbows to minimize the weight on your pregnant bump. The fear of damaging the baby couldn't really let you relax and enjoy the moment of intimacy you were sharing, but you kept quiet, only the sounds of heavy panting and flesh hitting flesh filling the hospital room.

"I w-want you to make me pregnant again, Daddy…" You mewled against the pillow, gripping it as hard as you could from the overwhelming sensation of being so full.

Why was it so hot? To be claimed by his seed, even though you were already pregnant, you had a wicked desire to be bred again and again.

"God, you drive me fucking insane, honey," Patrick groaned as your pussy clamped around his cock once more, truly testing his control. "Give you another one, huh?" He snarled, the sound echoing off the stark white walls of the room. "Fine… a-argh… I’ll spill my fucking seed inside you again…" He growled, losing himself in the fierce desire to mark you in the most intimate way possible.

Nothing was as intoxicating for him as the glazed look in your beautiful eyes, the satisfaction of knowing he would paint your insides with his seed, claiming you as his again and again. Even in a twisted world such as his, this was his greatest conquest, a show of dominance and possession that only spurred his desires further.

As you felt his pounding getting rugged and sloppy, you clung to his hands on your hips, gasping quietly in delight. "Cum for me, Daddy, please, c-cum for me!" Bateman couldn’t hold back it anymore as he spiralled into a blinding crescendo of pleasure, releasing his seed deep within you and keeping you close like a predator trapping its prey. Even though you didn't reach your high yet, you felt elevated by the blissful sensation of his warm liquid filling you from the inside. With a muffled sigh, you turned to look at him, but you couldn't see his face clearly in the darkness, though you knew how smug and arrogant he might be right now, so you decided to continue playing this game, boosting his ego even more.

"Gosh, it feels so good," you purred, spreading your legs wider as your own hand began to work on your feverish, little bud. "But I need you more."

Bateman leaned back, momentarily lost in the obscene picture you painted. "Uh, do you?" He teased, his words laced with thinly veiled lust as he maneuvered himself to his knees, the movement causing ripples in the muscles of his sculpted abs. "You want me to taste you, babe?"

With a smirk, Patrick dove right in, his tongue dipping into you with a harsh swipe as he tasted you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he feasted. The taste of his cum mixed with your own flavor was intoxicating. God, he would never get enough of you.

Whimpering obscenely, you pressed your face against the hospital bed, your insides ready to burn from pleasure as his masterful tongue knew exactly what to do, drawing invisible lines along your delicate petals, forcing you to soak so hard — you could feel your juices running down your inner thighs, but Bateman was immediately cleaning it up with his eager mouth.

"Ah, Daddy," you were so close and yet so embarrassed at the thought of someone outside hearing what the two of you were doing. "Please, please, please! I love you... I love you s-so much!" You almost wept, praying that you wouldn't get caught and that he wouldn't punish you for not being a good, obedient girl like he wanted you to be.

"You sound so pretty when you call me Daddy, sweetheart," Patrick moaned against your soft flesh, his voice a saccharine poison dripping into your ears. His tongue slid back up your slit, slower this time, the flat of it pressing against your bundle of nerves with agonizing restraint. "I'm not done with you yet." He warned, his tone foreboding as he dived back between your thighs with renewed energy, his tongue darting in and out of you in rhythmic motions.

"I'm cumming, D-Daddy, a-aww, I'm cumming," a quivering yelp escaped your half-open lips as you clutched the sheets of the hospital bed, your legs shaking in his tight grip. "Pat-Patrick!"

Paralyzed, you forgot how to breathe as your inner muscles began to spasm around his tongue, the sensation was so intense, so overwhelming — the knowledge that you belonged to this man completely and irrevocably was as astonishing as rain in the dry desert. After all, you wanted to carry as many children as he wanted, and the idea of being a tradwife for him didn't seem strange to you anymore.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and turn on notifications to know when I update!

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[palioom]

day eight - breeding kink

pairing: oberyn martell x f!reader

word count: 657

warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n; breeding kink, dirty talk, mirror sex, unprotected p in v, creampie

• kinktober 2023 masterlist •

His hands felt like fire on her skin, his soft lips on her skin like a burning trail, his beard like sharp little blades. So overwhelmed, his hand holding her chin tightly and making her look.

“You will look so gorgeous with my little viperlings inside of you.” He rasped against her ear, biting her earlobe softly. Her legs were spread wide as she knelt in front of him, giving a perfect view of his cock buried deep inside of her in the mirror Oberyn had asked to be placed at the foot of the bed. His cum was already trickling out of her, his stamina and devotion endless as he fucked up into her again and again, only taking breaks when absolutely necessary.

But never pulling out of her, his chest molded against her back.

“You’ll love that, won’t you, my dove?” He cooed, thrusting up into her again, the wet squelch borderline obscene and making her whimper. “Round and full of me? Our viperlings?”

She nodded, biting her lip. Eyes fixed only on where they were joined, where the sticky, white mess dripped onto the sheets.

“Yes, Oberyn.” Her voice was barely a whisper, exhausted but so determined to make this work. Sweat covering her skin, her hair sticking to her forehead. “Fuck me full of you, breed me, give me a child.”

Desperate for one, she had done everything possible to prepare her womb for a child. Oberyn was adamant to fulfill her wish, wanting a little baby as well, and he wouldn’t stop until they had it.

“I will, my sweet.” His free hand cupped her breast, tan and veiny, with thick and strong fingers, his other keeping her head in place as she moved to rest it against his shoulder. He needed her to watch, his own eyes flicking back and forth between the wanton expression on her face and her swollen, wet pussy stuffed full of him and him only. “Make you so round, I cannot wait to see your breasts grow heavy.”

She nodded, just about ready to collapse, the intense feeling of another orgasm welling up, still sensitive and aching from the previous ones.

“I want them so much, I want your seed.” Tears welled up in her eyes, her hands holding onto his, onto his body. So desperate and whiny. “You will keep me pregnant? Give me more and more?”

Oberyn’s tongue danced over the shell of her ear, pulling her closer against him. Hips stuttering at her begging for him to keep her pregnant, to fill her with his seed again and again. The thought of it would drive him insane, to keep breeding her, just like she said.

“Nothing would excite me more than fuck my seed into you until it takes.” He groaned, his hand on her breast moving in between her legs, finding her swollen and overly sensitive clit. She whined and tried to shy away from him, everything too much. Wanting nothing more than to carry his children. “Oh, my sweet, to hear you begging for me to give you a child - you do not know what you just unleashed.”

She convulsed around him again, her body weak in his arms, eyes still on the cum that ran down his cock and onto his heavy balls, dripping onto the sheets. Barely noticing as he added more with a deep groan, his fingers only slowing down when his hips had stilled inside of her.

Oberyn guided her down onto the sheets, knowing she had been thoroughly worn out, never slipping from her.

“I will give you all the viperlings you wish for, my dove.” He whispered into her ear, brushing the hair from her face. “I will give you my seed as often as you wish for it.”

She hummed, feeling so full and warm and spent. Slipping into dreams of his strong hand on her swollen belly.

Again and again and again.

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[xylianasblog]

A Growing Home

Pairings: Tonowari x FemNavi reader

Summary: Your mate enjoyed when you were round with his baby.

Warnings: MDNI, breeding, p in v, praising, creampie.

꒦꒷❀꒷꒦ ❀✿❀꒦꒷❀꒷꒦MDNI꒦꒷❀꒷꒦❀✿❀ ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦

Your tail waves around idly behind you, your hands moving swiftly as you wove a basket. Your concentration focused on the task at hand, yet you could feel his stare on your figure and, more importantly on your very flat stomach.

“I want more kids, Yawne.” His gruff voice called from his side of your marui. Your hands paused their movements as your attention focused on your mate, brow bone raised in question.

“More? Ma’ muntxatan… are you sure?” You couldn’t help but question him as you watched him make his way over to you. The desire and hunger in his eyes, he gave a small ‘mhm’. He was determined to fill you, he wanted you to be round with his children.

“You will look so beautiful, round and plump with my kids. Let me breed you.” He growled out once he was close enough, his hand wrapped around your waist as he buried his face into your neck. Biting and licking at your skin, his teeth grazing your sweet spot. Each bite and lick draw soft moans from your parted lips, you felt his hands roaming all over your chest then down to your hips and ass. His touch was aggressive, and assertive as he continued.

Once his hands were around your loincloth, he easily tore it off your body and tossed it to the side, the sudden touch of the cold air against your slick cunt had to gasping softly. Your mate growled, loving the sounds that came from your pretty lips. He continued to assault your neck with his marks as he pulled off his own loincloth. His hands moved down to your legs, gently grasping ahold of your ankles so he could your legs up at he put himself into position.

He stared down at your slick cunt with need, eyes taking in how pretty and how wet you were for him. The length of his cock rubbed a giant your folds before pushing inside of you gently.

You let out a small little ‘mmph’ once you felt him bottoming out. You felt so full of your mate, loving the way he filled you in every single way. Your eyes closed as your body melted into the floor of your home, your mind focused on the feel of your mate sliding in and out of you at a steady pace.

Reaching down he grabbed both of your hands by the wrist in his own, raising your hands above your head. His arm wrapped around your legs, pulling them flush against his chest for leverage the moment he starts speeding up.

Each of his thrust hitting deeper and harder as he ravaged your sopping wet cunt, the feeling of your soft gummy walls squeezing and milking his throbbing cock for its load. “Yawne, you wish for this? To be full and round. Plump with my baby.” He growled as his thrust began sloppy; his eyes closed as he relished in the feeling of being buried to the hilt inside of you. “That’s it, good girl. Take it all.”

Your loud whimpers and moans let him know you were close; he was desperate to for you to come for him just as he filled you up with his awaiting seed.

He fucked you through his and your orgasm, his body still raring to go. Craving to fill you up over and over.

“We are not done my love. We need to ensure that you will be well bred once I am finished with you.”

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[septimusmoonlight]

Anonymous: More pregnancy rape fantasies? Maybe more focus on how much pain the subject is in the entire time? I'm a huge painslut so I would LOVE this

Oh I can help with this~ Imagine:

- A big monster, raping his children into you and taking great pleasure in just how impossibly big you grow, your human body too small for something like him. When the time comes to give birth to them, he refuses to let you - until he’s buried his enormous cock into your ass, pounding into you relentlessly while you’re still trying to push out his too-big children, your pussy stretched so wide that it feels like you’re going to break. The monster still doesn’t let up, forcing your ass open deep, making your pussy tighter and making you clench up with pleasure so that you’re stuck giving birth for WAY longer than you should be, trying to push, so stretched out. The babies, five of them, tend to stay half-in and half-out of your cervix, sending shocks of unfamiliar agony throughout your entire body with every thrust of the monster using your pregnant body to masturbate, forcing you to stretch wider than you ever should have.

- A dragon laying absolutely huge eggs into you, filling up your womb until it feels like you’re going to burst, the ache deep inside of you disturbing in a way you’ve never felt before. When the time comes for the eggs to hatch, the dragon doesn’t let you lay them - instead, he forces his scaly, spiny cock into your pussy, fucking you without abandon while the eggs jiggle and twitch inside of you, his cock painfully scraping the walls of your cunt. The eggs finally start to hatch, and when they do, the dragon shoves his cock into your cervix, fucking you with deep, quick thrusts. You thought the spines on his cock were bad enough - but then the eggs start to hatch inside of you, and you can feel the babies’ sharp claws all scratching at the walls of your womb, the broken eggshells digging into you and scraping you. Uncontrollable tears run down your face as pain receptors that were never meant to be triggered go off deep inside of your ruined body, and the dragon loves it. He orders you to tell him how much it hurts, and you can only sob out that it hurts, it hurts so much - but he’s not letting up. Not for a while.

- You’re enormously pregnant with several litters of werewolf pups. When the time comes to give birth, you start to push, as usual - and the werewolf who raped his puppies into you gets so hard from hearing you whine, hearing you scream, hearing you cry. To put you in even more pain, make things even harder for you while you’re still trying to push, he forces his cock into your ass, pounding away. Your pussy is tighter, and it’s harder to give birth, and it hurts - but it only gets worse when another werewolf conspires to join him, two enormous werewolves rutting into your ass like there’s no tomorrow. With them in the way, it’s virtually impossible for you to actually give birth to the babies struggling to get out of you, and you sob, begging for them to please just let you push, please just get them out, please oh fuck please…but they refuse, of course. Both of them knot your ass at the same time, only brought to orgasm quicker because of your crying and screaming, and it’s the worst thing you’ve ever felt, your cervix stretched open and unable to close, your ass filled with two knots, and two loads of werewolf seed pumping into your guts, intensifying the “full” feelings and making you all the more miserable.

#Originally posted May 14th 2020 #asks #anonymous #my writing #nsft text #patreon.com/septimusmoonlight #birth #birthrape #birth denial #pain #torture

[sunnytarg]

How would yandere Maegor, Aegon I, Aemond and Daemon react if they are in love with reader, who is a widow and has a son, they finally marry reader (time jump) they already have their own children with reader but she has favoritism for her son with her first husband (and her other children are sad) (sort of like Viserys was with Rhaenyra), how do you think they would react? I love you, you are the best, kisses 😘

This is my first time writing for Daemon - I’m excited.

Tw: Maegor is a trigger warning in himself, dubcon in Maegor’s part, child murder

Maegor

Maegor had shown incredible patience when it came to his love. He had known he was in love with her the moment he met her but just as he was married, so was she. She seemed happy enough and as much as he wanted her he knew he had to bide his time. Thankfully, it worked because in an uprising against him he was the one that got to remove her husband's head and put it on a pike, and while he told everyone that taking her to his bed and marrying her was just a spoil of war he knew that it was finally the gods giving him what he so desperately wanted.

He wasn’t blind or deaf, he knew his new wife wept every night. She had always been sensitive so he wanted to keep her away from the fighting. Something her dead husband never thought to do. He insisted that she was not to go on walks alone or leave her room without asking a guard that had his permission. As for the son that came from her previous marriage, he let him stay with her. Despite not caring much for the boy it gave her some solace.

It seemed as if every moment he was not busy he was in her chambers with her naked under him as he pumped his cock into her, filling her with his seed. So it didn’t come as much of a surprise that three moons after their marriage a maester had come to tell him that she was with child. He was overjoyed and made sure to double the guards that were to protect her. When she gave birth to a son, his son he was over the moon. Finally, they were not only bound in name but in blood. It didn’t take very long for him to notice that she paid more attention to her other son than to his. At first, he convinced himself that it was simply because their child was an infant and perhaps she found the constant crying tiring.

Once the maester said she was healed, Maegor was quick to bury himself inside of her again. He found it to be different this time, though. He, for the first time, was frustrated with the woman he loved. She could at least try to put an effort into being there for his son. She could try not to weep over her past and she could stop fawning over her eldest child. With each thought, his thrusts became harder and faster until the headboard was hitting the wall so hard that the wood was splitting down the middle. He didn’t care to hear her whimpers as he finished inside her. He came to a resolution, he would give her another child, after all, she couldn’t ignore two of their children.

She became pregnant faster this time and when she gave birth to a little girl nothing changed in her behavior. She still favored her boy. With irritation, Maegor was at a loss for what to do. That was until he went for a walk among the piles he had on the wall and remembered her husband. A few moons after their daughter was born he walked into his wife’s chambers where he was greeted by his little boy, his cooing little girl, and his hysterical wife.

She had cried into his arms, explaining how she didn’t know what happened to her boy “her precious boy” and at those words, Maegor led her out of her chambers and to a window she was never allowed near. When he had her look down she saw her son impaled on several swords beneath them. He didn’t give her much time to think about how it happened. If the boy simply got out and slipped, if Maegor had someone kill him or if Maegor took the one thing that got in the way of the affections his own children were entitled to and got rid of it. She was crying over her precious boy and Maegor pressed her against the wall near the window and lifted her skirts. He didn't ease into her like he would usually, instead he shoved his cock into his wife’s pussy as she wept for her dead son. He would give her another son. One to fill the hole this one left behind and she would be grateful for the children Maegor has given her and the ones he plans to continue to fill her with.

Aegon I (The Conqueror)

Aegon had never intended on taking another wife. He already had two that he loved. That’s why when he and his sisters united Westeros and found themselves in the North he was caught off guard by the beauty of one of the widows. The longer he and his sisters stayed in the North the longer he spent with this widow. He had learned that she was married for less than a year before the winter took her husband from her and she was left with their son to care for.

Before they left Winterfell, he made sure to marry the woman who had captured his attention. He brought her and her son along with them as he and his sisters continued their conquest.

Several years had passed and they had finally united Westeros with himself as their king. He had a son from each of his sisters and several other children from his northern wife. It was only now that the fighting was over and the ruling had begun that he noticed how his sons and daughters from his last wife would run to one of his sisters for affection. The affection that their own mother withheld and gave to her eldest. Her son is from her dead husband.

Aegon was not jealous of the dead. After all, he was alive and had given his wives a home, children, and a hard cock to satisfy them. What he was upset about was that his northern lady clearly did not love his children like her first. Was it because they were his? Did she not love him enough? Was the mere reminder of her life before him so precious that his children had to go without their mother's love?

He could never do it. End the boy's life. He did love his wife after all but her son was almost a man grown and if he could not fend for himself that was his own problem.

They often visited Dragonstone and when they were there he would usually take his children around their home and teach them about dragons. His youngest, a daughter with dark brown hair like her mothers was insistent on seeing her father’s dragon, Balerion. Before he could stop himself he decided to bring the young children to see his dragon as he asked his wife’s eldest son to check on the dragon in the cave farthest away.

When he didn’t return that night for their nightly meal together his wife asked him where her son was to which he only shrugged.

“He is nearly a man grown I’m not surprised he went exploring. Tomorrow if he’s not back we’ll look for him.”

Of course, he neglected to mention that the cave he sent the boy to was the cave of The Cannibal.

Aemond

Aemond marries the woman he loves after the war. She had been at Harrenhal when Aemond had taken it. Aemond had quickly fallen in love with her soon after he put her and her newborn son under his protection. The woman’s husband was nowhere to be found, she believes that he must have died when all of the dragons came but Aemond can only think that he must have abandoned his family. After everything, he has heard of the man from servants and other widows in the castle. The man was a leech and a pest, someone who did not deserve the wife he had.

When the war is over Aemond brings the widow to King’s Landing despite her saying she wanted to stay in the Riverlands, that it was her home and the home of her son. Aemond rose his nose up at that. Why be there when she had the chance to marry a prince and live in luxury in the Red Keep. She learned to stop protesting so much when he made it clear that she was to marry him and that there was no way out of it.

When he saw her walking down the aisle in a dress he had made to befit her new station and not that of the peasant she once was he couldn’t stop the smile from growing on his face. He couldn’t care less what the people in court thought of the one-eyed prince. When he thought he saw her smile he was sure she was in love as well. After all, they had endured much together it would be hard not to be in love.

After only a few short years of marriage, the castle was once again filled with children. His new wife gave birth every year to a healthy baby and now she was in bed after giving birth to twins, their sixth and seventh. Aemond loved his children. He loved them more than he thought anyone could love anything. When he tucked them into bed at night or taught his eldest how to hold a sword he wondered how his own father could have been so absent.

Aemond had not realized his wife’s lack of affection for the children they shared together until his mother asked him to have tea with her. The Dowager Queen mentioned how she noticed that his wife seemed to care more about her firstborn than any child she had with Aemond. He only scoffed at the accusation. His wife loved him and their children.

His mother's words refused to leave his head, though. Every time she watched his wife kiss her eldest son's forehead or smile at him he noticed every kiss and smile his own children didn’t receive. He even watched as his little girl, named after his beloved sister, went to their mother and asked for a bedtime story only to be brushed off and to ask a servant. That wasn’t what made his blood boil, though. It was when he walked by his two eldest son's bedrooms and heard them whispering to each other.

“She’ll learn soon enough to stop asking mother for things. The only one who ever gets anything they ask for is her son.”

“We’re her sons, too.”

“Not in the same way he is.”

Aemond left quickly after hearing that. He tried so hard to be there for his own children so that they never had to feel the absence that he felt from his own father. Yet without him knowing they were still feeling the absence only from their mother.

Aemond could only see red as he walked through the halls. He remembered every instance where his wife refused to be a mother to his children. He thought back to when he met her and he remembered how her maternal nature toward her son drew him toward her. She was so kind and caring then.

He blinked at the sudden realization. She knew that was what drew him to her. After he mentioned how he loved how she cared for her son she had always made sure to bring him around when she saw Aemond. When he first took her to bed she mentioned how she wanted Aemond to give her children only for him to see her drinking a tea he saw used an awful lot in King’s Landing. She had used him for protection during the war and he could excuse that but the war was over and now his children were suffering because of her. He resolved to fix this. His children would no longer feel her neglect.

The next morning when he and all of his children sat at the table in his chambers the break their fast it was his daughter, Helaena, who asked where her mother and older brother were. Aemond had only smiled at her and told her that her mother had taken a trip to where she always belonged and her son was sent to be warded off in the Stormlands. His children had assumed he meant that their mother must have gone back to the Riverlands for a visit and after a while, they stopped asking questions. It was as though nothing had changed with her absence.

Aemond, of course, wouldn’t tell his children how he had brought his wife to their uncle who was familiar with the brothels in the cities and told him to find one for his wife. After some time of no one seeing her, he knew she would be presumed dead and he would be free to remarry to someone who would actually love him and his children.

Daemon

Despite Daemon’s hedonistic ways, he had patience when he needed it. So when the woman he loved married some Lannister he bided his time until he could rid his love of her husband. The time came right after she had given birth to a red, small, and screaming son. As The Prince, he was invited on a hunt to celebrate the birth of the healthy babe. It was something he usually would have ignored but he knees a chance when it made itself clear. During the hunt, he made sure to separate from the group shortly with the new father. He was gone quick enough to do what he needed and back soon enough that nobody missed him.

By nightfall, they had all returned to the camp minus the host of the hunt. While search parties were sent out to find the minor lord Daemon chose to stay at the camp with the new mother. The newborn was cradled in her arms as the woman cried on Daemon’s shoulder. He knew she wasn’t stupid. She knew that her husband wasn’t going to return but thankfully she didn’t suspect Daemon of anything.

When the rest of the men returned to the camp, they returned with the dead body of the Lannister he so despised. They said they found him by the creek, amongst the rocks where he must have slipped. While everyone was crowding the body, Daemon suggested that he bring the newly widowed woman and the newborn back home as it had been a long day for both mother and babe. He stayed for two weeks to comfort the widow and pretend to assist in the funeral proceedings. With nothing left the new mother looked at Daemon with tears in her eyes and asked what she should do. Daemon had his reply ready since she married that Lannister but now he only said in a soothing and persuasive voice, “I know it’s soon but you should think of remarrying. You can stay at the Red Keep until then.”

She had only nodded weakly and packed her and her child’s things. Before the sun rose he had the woman he had so longed for on his dragon and heading back to King’s Landing. It was three months before he asked her to marry him, to which he knew she would say yes because there would be no better offer than a Targaryen prince and while she did not love him yet he was sure she would eventually.

Years had passed since their wedding and Daemon was admittedly happy in his marriage. Since their marriage, they had had many children. Less so because he wanted to be a father and more so because when he filled her with his seed he felt as though the bonds that tied her to him tightened.

He wasn’t a fool. He saw how she favored her eldest so over the children she had borne for him. It didn’t bother him, just as long as her affection and love for him never wavered. When her eldest turned eight he suggested that she send him to Casterly Rock to be a ward of the Lannisters. Truthfully, he just wanted the kid out of the way but his wife seemed to believe him when he said it was for his own good. That there was much he would inherit and things he must learn first, things he could only learn from his father's family.

His own children weren’t old enough to be given as wards yet but it didn’t stop him from continuing to fill his wife. On the night that her eldest son was sent away his wife was in tears, weeping for her son from that bore of a Lannister. To take her mind off of it, Daemon took her to their room and fucked his seed into her all night, promising to give her as many sons as she needed to take her mind off of her other.

It was no surprise when she started to swell with another one of his children. She had stopped mentioning her eldest son and when Daemon sent for their eldest child together to live in King’s Landing, his wife didn’t say a word.

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