#kinky stuff

he's always so "fuck that kid", but do you think he may have a pregnant kinky or smth?

Soldier Boy has a breeding kink. There I said it.

He’s old school, so it would inflate his ego when you tell him you’re pregnant. He’s claimed you in the most intimate and territorial ways possible. A little him was growing inside you.

He loves how sensitive your breasts are getting, how your hips are wider. You’d be embarrassed he was able to make you cum just by playing with your nipples if you weren’t so impressed.

I don’t think he’d realize he’d be down to taste it until it accidentally happens.

It’s a little bit into your second trimester, and Ben has dragged you to bed for some heavy petting and kissing. You’ve complained you’re too tired, but he doesn’t care.

“Tired?” he huffed, thumb brushing slow. “Yeah, I hear you. Just lay there, baby… Daddy’ll do the work. You’re busy enough carryin’ my kid.”

It’s easy to given in when he slowly strips you off and lays you down like a princess. Your fingers dig into his hair as his tongue swirls around your peaked nipple, gasping as he sucks it into his mouth. His hand moves between your thighs as he sucks a little harder at your chest. Something suddenly gives and a sweet liquid floods his tongue. You whine at the strange new feeling before he abruptly pulls away.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, opening your eyes to see his confused expression.

He’s working something around in his mouth, a white-yellowish substance. Then it clicked—a smirk tugging at his wet lips, “Think your milks comin’ in, baby…and damn, it’s sweet.”

You flush red even though what’s happening is completely natural. You knew it would come in at some point, just not when he’s sucking on your tit.

Ben chuckles, lowering his mouth to fan his warm breath over the wet peak, “Don’t even think about gettin’ fuckin’ embarrassed. Junior won’t mind if daddy gets the first taste. Gotta make sure my boy’s gettin’ the good shit.”

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I’m talking about Steve Has A Hair Pulling kink but doesn’t really know it. He’s always really liked when people play with his hair but

He gets close to Eddie. Because Eddie gets close to Robin and they have a bond that doesn’t make sense to Steve and he’s a little jealous over it but whatever, fine. It takes a few months for Steve to really warm up to Eddie.

And then it’s over.

They start cuddling. Only, it’s not cuddling? It isn’t. Steve just gets high with Robin and Nancy and Jonathan and Eddie and everyone is so nice and so chill and things aren’t weird like they used to be. So Steve relaxes, splays his feet out in Robin’s lap as he lays his head in Eddie’s lap. It’s a first and Eddie definitely freezes for a good few seconds when Steve does it but he lets it happen

He doesn’t touch Steve the first time.

He touches him the second time. When they’re all hanging out and the lights are low and Steve does it again and Robin only halfway gives him a weird look. It doesn’t stop Steve form blinking tired eyes up at Eddie, watching the way he gulps and hovers a hand over Steve’s face.

“I like when people pet my hair,” He says unhelpfully, so high he can barely concentrate. Eddie makes a soft noise and blinks down at him. “You should- you should do that.”

Eddie doesn’t hesitate for long, his fingers carding through. Touching the scalp, nails catching.

It’s the first time Steve has ever broken out into goosebumps over something so simple.

And then it becomes a habit. Steve falls asleep in Eddie’s lap and it becomes a habit because Eddie can’t seem to stop and Steve can’t seem to stop him. So he sits in front of Eddie whenever he can. Lays all over him, high or not.

One day, it all goes to shit. He’s high again, head placed in Eddie’s lap. Ignoring whatever movie they’re watching in the dark. Eyes closed and mind drifting as Eddie pets him. Steve isn’t sure how his hands never get tired but he isn’t complaining.

Robin screams at an ill timed jump scare and of course, of course. The universe loves to mock Steve. Eddie’s hand clenched reflexively and he pulls, PULLS at Steve’s hair. Sudden and hard. Just yanks from the root and-

Steve feels it like a shock collar. Like a bolt of lightning. Right into his scalp, a shiver that works its way down his body. He’s half hard before he can really do anything about it. And of course he had to panic. What else can he do but bolt upright and off the couch? Stumbling toward the nearest bathroom before anyone can think much of it? Mumbles off an excuse about being dizzy.

Eddie is at the door once Steve gets out. Once he splashes his face with cold water and tries to wills away his sudden boner and WHY the FUCK he would get one in the first place. Past the whole “maybe I like guys” thing that he’s been ruminating on since freshmen year.

Eddie is so sweet to him, worried that Steve really got too high. He’s even ready with a bottle of water. It’s painful and it makes Steve feel even worse.

It isn’t supposed to happen again but it does. Yes, it does. The next time Steve gets high, he tries not to sit next to Eddie. They’re at the trailer this time. But Steve is Steve and high Steve loves attention. So he ends up laying all over Eddie again, eyes drifting shut.

It’s Eddie’s fault this time.

His fingers drift far into chestnut locks. Sinking deep, deeper than usual. Just to clench up and pull. It’s light, almost unnoticeable. But it’s enough for Steve’s eyes to pop open again. To look up at Eddie in wonder, mouth open on a silent noise. And Eddie is looking back, watching Steve with a deer in headlights expression. He goes “Huh.” Like he just figured something out, like he just solved a problem.

Steve should have seen it as a warning.

He also should have stopped using Eddie as a jungle gym.

The third time is even worse. Because they both know now, don’t they? But neither of them will talk about it. No, that would be too much.

Eddie pats his lap like an invitation and no one even thinks it’s weird. Steve doesn’t care if they do. He looks forward to these weekly movie nights more than ever now.

Robin isn’t on their couch tonight. She hasn’t given any inkling that she knows what’s going on but she probably suspects Steve has a crush. She won’t mention it, not yet. He loves that about her.

And Eddie. Eddie doesn’t even watch the movie, he watches Steve. As he plays with his hair, lips quirking when he finally wraps a strand around one finger and tugs at it and Steve’s back arches the tiniest bit and his blood drains south and he’s got his nails in the soft fabric of Jonathan’s couch.

“There you go,” Eddie whispers, just the tail end of some sort of praise and- and Steve can’t really take that, can he? He bites his bottom lip to try and hide the whine that wants to escape. Rubs his face against Eddie’s thigh. Feels the hard outline of his cock, so close to Steve’s face. Fuck. “I knew it.”

He knew it, he knew it. Fuck.

Nothing happens. Steve goes home with wide eyes and flushed cheeks and a stupid amount of horniness. Eddie smiles like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

The final time is the straw that breaks the camels back.

Steve sits at Eddie’s feet on the floor of his trailer. The rest of them are smoking but Steve isn’t this time. Doesn’t want to, doesn’t need it. Not when Eddie already has a hand in his hair and Steve feels boneless and wow, this is just normal now, isn’t it?

There’s little to no pretense once the lights go down. And the night is terrible and great in equal measure. Steve is so hard it hurts, head leaned back and eyes closed. Waiting for Eddie to give in and pull his hair again. He won’t do it. He won’t just-

Not until everyone leaves. Not until Robin rolls her eyes and huffs something like ‘finally’ on her way out.

Eddie pulls Steve into his lap and their lips meet and- and he grabs two fistfuls of hair and pulls hard. Hard enough for Steve to let out a groan that is embarrassingly loud. Loud enough that he hopes everyone is really gone.

*sets rules for me*

“who’s in charge, hm?”

“such a good puppy”

Having a dominant partner that gives you rules, a bedtime, possible punishments, and treats you like the pathetic baby that needs everything done for them that you are!

I have that daddy spot filled, still hoping a hottie with big boobs will be my mommy though, but progress to my ideal life is happening.

its just a shame that daddy is so far away and i have to wait for him to be able to come visit me and rearrange my guts.

but i was promised a fancy doll and a new cage, so, worth the wait.

Guts gonna get fucked, new doll, new cage, perfect daddy, yeah, things are going real well.