pregnancy kink. anything. there doesnt have to actually be a pregnancy, just like, the idea of him fucking and coming inside you, the idea that you COULD get pregnant, could carry his baby. the dirtier and filthier the better. i will pay.
Oh, Baby X
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Tw:Breeding kink, light smacking, choking, claiming, smut obviously, drinking, cum fetish. Just, I mean, filth. A lil fluff at the beginning tho aww :))
A/n:I’ve been in such a writing stump but damn, money is one hell of a motivator. Please don’t feel obligated to pay me tho, but if you CAN ok and you are safe and aren’t going to starve >:( my cashapp is $Honeybungun1. I appreciate it if you do, I still love you dearly if you don’t. Also! If this is your thing, I recommend britishfilth, here’s an audio porn he did that was along these lines :)
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It’s Valentine’s day, well, valentines night you suppose, and both you and Dom had just gotten back from a romantic picnic on a mountain overlooking the city. You watched the sunset while you ate your favorite food, he even sung to you a bit. You never we much of a fan when it came to Valentines day, finding it cheesy and overdone
“You should love and cherish your significant other everyday, if you need a reminder you’re a prick.”
“Awh come on love, it’s sweet, like chocolate.” Dom would always argue. He always had a way of convincing you to do things, and you definitely didn’t regret it. Despite your feelings towards the holiday you actually had a lot of fun finding some time to set apart and spend with the love of your life.
You’d dragged the outing past sunset and into the night, neither of you wanting it to ever have to end.
But alas, it did, and now you were home.
This wasn’t so bad either, you thought, sat in front of the fireplace. You heard the clinking of wine glasses from the other room as Dom returned, taking a seat next to you.
“What's that?” You ask, glancing down at the liquid that filled the glass. It was red and shiny like silk, beautiful, but not wine.
“It’s wine,” He confirmed “it’s called something weird, like starry sky wine. Pretty isn’t it?”
“Yeah, wow, it looks like a potion.”
“Mmh, love potion.”
“Don’t need it.” You break the short distance between the two of you to place a kiss on his plump lips, pulling away but never straying far, a smile spread across your lips.
“Still,” pausing once more to place a peck to your soft lips “makes me feel all fancy.” He mused, striking a pose with his glass of glamourous alcohol. You both laughed quietly, the room falling into a comfortable silence while you stared lovingly at each other. Dom broke eye contact to glance thoughtfully down at his glass, only looking back up when he was ready to speak.
“I’ve been thinkin’, yenno,” You hum a tone of encouragement, his gaze shifting to your lips “I think you’d make a great mom.” Your eyebrows lifted at this, amusement pulling across your face. You never quite saw yourself as the motherly type, you were surprised Dom did.
“I’m serious, I think you’d be great.” Dom says, moving a piece of hair out of your face
“Plus,” He added, leaning in to whisper in your ear “I’d love to help you make it.” You smiled at this, finally seeing where he was going.
“It does take two.” You commented, taking a small sip of your wine, still wondering how they managed to make it look this good. The fruity aroma filled your lungs as you lifted the glass up to your mouth once again, taking a small distracted sip. You weren’t as concerned with getting drunk as you were with concealing the sly smile that was sure to come across your face.
Dom’s tongue shot out to lick quickly across his bottom lips, his hand coming up to wipe down the bottom of his face as he mulled over what to say next.
“Well, we’ve got the wine, we’ve got the fire, what are we waiting for?” You shook your head, your hand coming up to rest on his cheek as you pulled his lips onto yours.
You only remembered to set your wine on the coffee table when Dom attempted to remove your shirt, almost spilling it everywhere. There was a collective sigh of relief before you placed it down, Dom moving quickly from your shirt to your bra.
“Look so fookin good for me tonight.” He moaned, his lips coming up to place hot kisses on your neck
“Well, take it in, if we’re actually going to do this you’ll never see it like this again.” You say, taking a look down at your own body. Dom shook his head almost frantically, a look of distress evident in his features.
“No, no, no, love. Only thing that could make you look any better is if I knew my baby was in there.” He assured you, placing light kisses to your stomach.
“All that’s in there right now is a food baby, bub.”
“Well then, let's change that.” Dom says, smirking the whole way back to your lips. You worked on removing his pants while he worked on removing yours before you both decided to switch and take off your own. You couldn’t wipe the smiles off your face as you undressed yourselves, the perfect end to the perfect night.
Your lips clashed in a harsh kiss, breathing in each other like it was the last breaths you’d ever take. Your tongues wrestled for dominance, the kiss becoming hotter and messier by the second. It was clear how desperate you were for one another.
Dom’s smirking lips made their way back down your body, slowly becoming more open mouthed and wet the lower he got. By the time he reached your navel his tongue was out and swirling against your warm skin, sucking it into his mouth and nibbling lightly.
Dom spread your legs, leaving them propped up on either side of his head, taking his time kissing up one leg, his tongue sliding lightly against your skin.
Kiss
Kiss
Kiss
and back down,
Kiss
Kiss
Kiss
then doing the same to the other.
Kiss
Kiss
Kiss
You knew he would tease, he couldn’t help himself, but you also knew better than to beg. Begging would only make him take longer, he loved hearing you beg for him. Begging never did much for you, only ever feeding his ego.
So you remained silent, trying to maintain your breathing as he painstakingly slow
Kissed
Kissed
Kissed
“Good girl.” Dom praised, hooking a finger into your panties and pulling them down your thigh. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent, before diving in. Soft moans slid past your lips at his tongue licking hungrily at you, determined to get every last bit.
“Please, more.” Your hips instinctively jutted along with his actions, but his arm came quickly to rest on top of your hips.
“You’ll take what I give you, slut.” He says, placing a firm smack to your inner thigh before continuing his actions. Dom’s arm remained tightly on you, pinning your hips to the couch, making sure that you would sit there and take every bit of pleasure he gave you. Your hips jutted when he would focus on your clit, but ultimately they would go nowhere. Dom made sure of it.
His fingers came up to your hole, pushing one of his digits in slowly, his tongue coming up to lap at your clit. Dom loved to use tongue when he gave head, he loved tasting every part of you, especially on a night like tonight. A night where you would become one in creation of another, he loved feeling so connected with you.
“Hm, it’s more likely that it’ll take if you’re turned on, so I’m gonna need you to come for me.” Dom says, it was posed as an offer, but clear that it was a demand. You dug your fingers into the couch cushions beside you, your hips moving along with his tongue as you tried your best to get yourself off. You could feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach
Building
And building
And building until,
“Oh god, oh my fucking god, please!” You shout, your orgasm washing over you. Your toes curled down my Dom’s head, your legs spasming a bit as he milked you from your core, licking up every last bit of you.
When Dom came back up his face was soaking wet with your juices, he had never looked better in your opinion. He didn’t bother to wipe his mouth, hastily connecting his lips with your own, letting you taste yourself, a mixture of you and the wine he’d been drinking on his tongue.
It was heavenly.
Dom took a moment to catch his breath, giving himself a few languid strokes, making a show of it with his head leant back in bliss, before lining himself up with your hole.
“Stop teasing.” You whine, a pitiful pout adorning your face.
“You have to ask nicely.” He says, making sure to maintain eye contact with you.
“Please.” You whisper, to which Dom gives you a look
“I’m gonna need more than that, princess.”
“Please, daddy. Please fuck me, I need it. I want you to come inside me, I wanna be your good little girl, I-” Your whines are cut short by Dom pushing into you, a string of moans overtaking your sentence as he begins thrusting into you. His skin smacks against your harshly, the sound filling the room. It took a moment for him to find his rhythm, his finger on your clit and his hips pounding ruthlessly into you, but when he did, he leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“I can’t wait to get you pregnant, princess, can’t wait for everyone to know you’re mine. That you’re daddy’s little cum slut. That’s what you are, isn’t it? Daddy’s dirty little cum dump. You gonna give daddy a baby, huh?”
“Yes daddy.” You moan
“Mmh, you better. Cause if you don’t you know what I’ll do?”
“No.” You whimper, your gaze meeting his own as his hand came up to wrap around your neck.
“I’m gonna do it again, and again, and again,” Dom says, thrusting hard with each repetition, sure to leave marks for tomorrow “until it takes, and daddy’s little cum slut gives him a baby.”
“Yes daddy.” You say, although it wasn’t much of an order, or a question. Your mind was so clouded with lust you could barely think, the thought of Dom’s hot cum inside you, draining his balls into your wet pussy. The thought of it dripping out and him fingering it back into you, making sure you take every last bit. The thought of a baby growing inside you, showing everyone that you were completely, undeniably his.
“Beg me. Tell me you want that sexy tummy full of this hot cum”
“Please daddy, please give it to me, I want your cum.”
“Yeah, you want it? And what if I do, hm? What if I do cum inside this pretty pussy, hm? No protection, no birth control, nothing. Daddy’s cum is going right into that fertile little fucking womb.” He groans, wrapping his hand tighter around your throat.
“Yes, god, please.”
“Daddy’s got so much cum for you, reach down and feel daddys ball sack. You feel that? That’s all for you princess, such a good girl for me tonight. So patient and obedient, so fucking good for me. It’s all going inside that tight little pussy.”
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please let me cum.” You whimper
“Again? You greedy little whore. Why should I, hm? You already came once, daddy hasn’t cum yet. Why should daddy let a greedy little cum slut like you cum twice in one night?”
“I’ll do anything, anything. Please daddy.” You whined, your voice being strained a bit by his grip on your throat.
“No.” He states firmly, staring down at you falling apart beneath him. Before you knew it your second orgasm hit you like a brick, strained squeals coming out of your throat. His actions stopped momentarily, not allowing you to ride out your orgasm.
“Did you just fucking cum after I told you not to?” He asks
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I couldn’t help it. It just felt so good daddy, please.” You plead
“Who owns this pussy?” He asks, his thrusts starting up once again.
“You.”
“Tell me again, who owns this pussy?”
“You do. Daddy does.”
“Daddy what?”
“Daddy owns my pussy.”
“Exactly, and when daddy tells you not to do something you don’t do it, disobedient little slut.” He says, his hand coming down against your thigh. Although he was scolding you, you ignoring his demands only egged him on more. You could tell he was close by the way his thrusts became sloppy and desperate, half threats being muttered under his breath as he slowly approached his orgasm, unloading himself in you with a series of groans.
“Now, daddys going to cum inside you and you’re going to” he paused to groan through gritted teeth “Take it. Fucking take it.” He moans through gritted teeth, his grip on your throat loosening as he comes down from his high.
Dom pulls out, admiring the mess he had made inside you, his fingers coming up to push the cum that had dripped out back in.
“Stay here, don’t let it drip out.” He says, adjusting you so your legs are propped up into the air. You followed orders, remaining like that until he returned, although uncomfortable you knew better than to disobey him.
“There we go, make sure not a drop slips out. Make sure you take all my hot fucking cum.” He says, placing the cum plug in your pussy, guiding your legs back to the floor. Dom curled up beside you, laying on the couch, catching your breath and allowing your heartbeats to slow down from your orgasms. Doms fingers came up to tangle themselves in your hair, scratching lightly at your scalp. Your tired eyes closed, glad to finally have some rest after a long, albeit wonderful day.
“What if we really do have a kid?” Dom piped, breaking the silence.
“You’d be a good dad.” You reply, cuddling closer to him.
“They’ll be born in early November.”
“Hm, Autumn, that’s a cute name.”
“What zodiac sign is that?”
“Scorpio and Saggitarius.”
“What’s that mean?”
“I’m not sure,” You laughed, your eyebrows knitting together “all I’ve ever heard about sag’s are that they’re sad and horny.”
“Awh, I don’t wanna hear that about my baby. Here, let’s look it up.” Dom offers, reaching over to grab his phone from the floor. You spent the rest of the night wrapped up in eachothers arms talking about baby names and personalities and zodiac signs, getting up momentarily to stoke the fire. You couldn’t believe that something so dirty could shift into something so beautiful so quickly.
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I would have been MUSH. I already have a hard enough time dealing with his penalty in D3. Man really comes in for the last 10 minutes, MAYBE, and gives me sass, a hip check (which is unDOUBTably the hottest kind of check), the cutest little moment with Fulton, and then gets a penalty and then proceeds to STRIP IN THE FUCKING PENALTY BOX AND SHOW OFF HIS MUSCLES. When I watched it with my nieces, I nearly spit out my drink😂😭
Got me literally frothing at the mouth😭😭 Young Aaron Lohr is such a fuckin hottie. But, then again, maybe I just have a thing for Dean’s vibe. Lord knows I definitely have a thing for bad boy vibes with classic rock/hard rock music, leather jackets, and sassy comebacks😂😂
Ughh, feel that. Like, some of these guys are just so hot it’s illegal😭😭 Literally, when I found those gifs today, I audibly gasped and then squeaked when I saw the one of Mack😭😭
But, like seriously…why is that gif set of Mack so hot??😭😭 He’s straight up bleeding from his mouth and I’m just like “I just died in your arms tonight”
When they were little Beatrice called Mullet Fingers a disney princess because he had "animal friends" wherever he went. Her brother didn't take the nickname as an insult.
The first time Beatrice calls her brother "princess" non-ironically, Roy takes psychic damage. The other boy is so proud of the title. Not shying away from it at all.
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One should always have at least 2 craft projects going. That way, when one of them is messed up and misbehaving, you can switch to another, and let the first one sit there and think about what it's done.
Sometimes (oftentimes), when a creative project is "misbehaving," it's because it is tired, and overstimulated, and just needs a time out to rest -- like toddlers often need.
And sometimes, you should give your creative projects time to talk to each other, as well as to you.
Fawn: *squeaking adorably throughout the entire video*
Man: I’m not momma, momma’s over there. Hi there little guy. You are teeny-tiny. Here, look at you next to my coffee cup so we can see how little you are. *laughs* You are teeny-teeny-tiny.
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I think the most autistic thing Dr. Reid has ever done was when he was able to talk for 15 minutes straight about almost complete bullshit and make it entirely believable when he had to save him and Hotch from getting murdered in the jail unattended. the ability to know that much and to talk that convincingly without interruption is some of the best autistic representation out there I swear
Jack Hughes #86 of the New Jersey Devils at the bench during the 2024 Navy Federal Credit Union Stadium Series - Practice & Family Skate at MetLife Stadium on February 16, 2024 in East Rutherford, New Jersey. (Photo by Rich Graessle/NHLI via Getty Images)
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In case anyone reading my blog is unaware, this is a reference to the Green Day song titled “Wake Me Up When September Ends” a song that Billie Joe Armstrong wrote following the death of his father in September of 1982 when Billie Joe was ten years old. The title of the song references his desire to sleep through September in an effort to get some emotional distance from the death of his father.
He’s since been open about the emotional difficulty of having written the song since many people now message him on October 1st to ‘wake him up’ despite the song being a memorial to his departed father.
It’s generally seen as respectful to not try to wake him up. Let him sleep and let him remember his father in peace.
Reblogging as a reminder to leave Billie Joe Armstrong the fuck alone on October 1st and any day after it if your message is going to contain anything to do with “waking” him up because September will be over.