telling clone characters “i want a baby” while making love (my headcanons) ~~ soft sex // domestic relationship ~~ a/n: wolffe pls let’s make our own little wolfpack 🤲🏼🤲🏼🤲🏼🤲🏼 (i need to get this man pregnant)
fem reader warnings: sexual content
“i want a baby,” you moan, “i want a baby with you…”
hunter whispers, “fuck,” under his breath, falling apart at his greatest fantasy that you just put into words. he pushes his cock deep inside of you, staring down at you with a soft, sort of pleading gaze. “you really mean that?” he rasps, his voice low and hoarse, almost gone from all the groaning he did in your ear. you nod, gripping him tight as he kisses you, stroking his tongue against yours with a lethargic starvation. “hmm, you know what you just got yourself into, love?” he murmurs.
tech sucks his teeth, panting hard from the way his cock drags in and out of your pussy with a squeezing slowness. “you…want to discuss this now?” he gasps, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you cup the back of his head, stroking him reassuringly. “don’t you want it, too?” you breathe softly in his ear, leisurely kissing the side of his face. he releases a heavy breath and glances up at you, meeting your eyes, his stare hazy with sex. “of course i do,” he says in a quiet, ragged tone.
wrecker widens his eyes a bit at your words before his gaze quickly turns dark and smug, the corners of his eyes crinkling from his growing grin. he folds your leg over his shoulder and thrusts into you, slanting his mouth over your parted lips when you cry out from the deeper angle. “better get to work, then, huh?” he chuckles against your mouth. you gasp and throw your head back, giving him access to kiss your neck hungrily, suddenly a bit more feral from knowing you what you want.
crosshair raises his eyebrows, quiet when he says, “do you, now?” like he doesn’t quite believe it just yet. he wonders if it’s simple pillow talk, but you nod and cup his face, pulling him down for a desperate, messy kiss as he pushes his hips against yours. “please, crosshair…” you whimper, gently nibbling on his bottom lip. he groans under his breath and squeezes his eyes shut, dropping his face into the crook of your neck with a long, drawn-out sigh. “you better not be playing any tricks on me…”
echo freezes, still inside of you, his lips slightly parted in disbelief. “why’d you stop?” you whimper, clutching his back. he shakes his head and kisses your forehead, murmuring, “sorry, i just—” he sighs and presses his nose against yours. “are you sure?” he whispers, two of his fingers sliding up your inner thigh to rub your clit, making up for the pause. you moan but manage to get out a “yes, yes…” and he kisses you hard and slow. “you’d make me an even luckier man…” he admits.
wolffe has to physically hold himself back from snapping his hips a little rougher upon hearing your words. there’s a mix of hunger and adoration in his gaze, searching your expression for any hint of doubt. but he finds none. he slides his cock into you and says, “you know what i want,” his voice slightly strained and breathless from the way you clench around him through his slow thrusts. you cup his face, pulling him down until you’re almost kissing. “wolffe, i can’t wait any longer,” you whisper, and he nods, kissing you deeply. “you don’t have to.”
fox is possessive over the idea of his children being grown inside of you—to create this new life with you. his gaze hardens as he grabs your face, his heavy pants against your lips. “don’t tease,” he warns in a low, cautious tone. you shake your head, leaning up to kiss him softly. “not teasin’, fox…” you whisper into his mouth, winding your arms around his neck to pull him closer, gasping when he thrusts into you a little more rough. “yeah? you’re gonna have all my babies, then?” he mutters.
cody grunts deeply, slow to drag his cock back out of you as he speaks low in your ear. “what’d i tell you about makin’ jokes like that?” he says. you whimper and shake your head, running your fingertips down his back to pull him closer. “i mean it, cody…” you whisper. he meets your eyes, his gaze softening through the slow rocking of your bodies together. “you mean it?” he whispers back. you nod, pouting a bit as his cock presses into you. “alright, pretty girl, we’ll make it happen…”
mayday hums low under his breath in content, fucking you lazily as his hips move back and forth. “whatever you want, sweet girl,” he murmurs. his voice is silky and smooth, tickling your neck through his teasing kisses. you thread your fingers through his thick and disheveled hair. “mayday, c’mon, i’m serious…” you whine. he chuckles at your needy tone and kisses just under your jawline, slowly sucking on your skin. “mhm, so am i,” he says, “you want a baby, we’ll have a baby.”
rex grabs a handful of your tits as he thrusts into you, suddenly overcome with thoughts about how your breasts are gonna swell up during pregnancy, how full your stomach is gonna look, and how much he’s going to enjoy every second of it. and then the best part—seeing you hold your baby for the first time, making you both his two favorite people in the galaxy. “fuck, you’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he groans, squeezing your tits as he buries his face into your shoulder.
fives takes your nipple between your lips, swirling his tongue as he flicks his gaze to you. “oh, yeah?” he smirks, fucking you nice and slow. “you want a baby with me?” he moves to give your other nipple the same attention, groaning at the idea of being parents together, with mini yous and hims running around. “fuck, you’re gonna be the sexiest mom…i’m gonna cum just from thinking about it…” he drops his face to your chest with a low moan, his sharp hips grinding down on yours.
kix intertwines your fingers together, pressing your hands down on the bed beside your head. “you think we’re ready for that?” he asks. you nod and roll your hips forward to meet his, which brings out a low moan from his lips. “yes, i do,” you whimper, “kix, please…” and he nods, soothing you with a soft, “shh, alright, i hear you…” he crushes his mouth to yours, kissing you slow and sweet before pressing his lips over the rest of your face. “i’m gonna take good care of you, okay?”
jesse would give you the world if you asked for it. “yeah, i’ll give you a baby,” he says hoarsely, your legs spread out wide around his muscular shoulders. “i’ll give you whatever you want…” he runs his rough, calloused hand over your thigh, fucking into you at a leisurely pace, smugly watching your eyebrows scrunch together in a pout from the pressure of his cock. “you know why?” he kisses your ankle. you stare up at him and whisper, “hm?” he smiles. “‘cause you’re my girl…”
hardcase lets out a low and deep chuckle against your chest. “you sure about that?” he mumbles. you scratch his head softly, trailing your touch down his back as he slides his cock in and out of you, patient instead of the usual wildness. “mm, what if they end up like me?” he asks, glancing up at you. you touch his cheek, teasing, “and what would be so bad about that?” he thinks about it for a second before grinning deviously at the thought of your perfectly crazy family. “you’re right…”
gregor is too distracted with kissing and sucking on your neck to process your words, running his tongue over your marks with a low “mmm” sound coming from the back of his throat. “gregor, sweetie, did you hear me?” you whisper. “hm?” he says, glancing up at you. “i said i want a baby…with you,” you tell him, cupping his face. his eyes widen as he slows his cock inside of you, just barely moving his hips back and forth. then he smiles at you. “well, who else would you have it with?”
howzer shakes his head, leaning down to kiss you. “please…” he murmurs against your lips, “don’t say that if you don’t mean it.” he thrusts into you slowly, the heavy strokes of his cock make it hard for you to kiss him back. “i do,” you moan, throwing your head back with your nails digging into his sculpted shoulder blades. “it’s all i can think about…” you tell him breathlessly. he looks at you through heavy-lidded eyes, caressing your hair down the side of your face. “me too…”
emerie pauses her lips at your lower stomach at your words. her soft kisses still linger on your skin as she looks up at you, doe-eyed in surprise. you run your hands through her long, brown hair. “you’re serious,” she says breathlessly. you nod, gently tracing the features on her face. “mhm, and i want her to look like you…” you tell her quietly. she props herself up and leans in close, brushing your lips together. “you don’t have to flatter me into this, you know…” she says with a slight smile.
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