River🕸️Roses

“Dana, hey, I just checked on baby Jane Doe. She- she probably needs parents, you know.”

“What are you trying to say, doctor?”

“Can’t believe we have a daughter. Okay, say ‘Hi, mama Dana.’ Come on, little one.”

“You better start believin’ it, sweetheart.”

Also fun if its a lesbian couple with a snake who oviposits directly :>

A/N: Surprise Easter lil story, enjoy! (You can also read last year’s Easter story because it was really good, too).

Egg-plump

Transfemme!Lamia x fem bunny hybrid!reader || oviposition, breeding, cum-inflation (technically it’s egg-inflation), sex toys, degradation, overstimulation, (very light) exhibitionism

“Do you want to do something for Easter this year?” You ask your lamia girlfriend, who is looking very intently at you for some reason.

She smiles, a hint of amusement in her tone when she asks: “What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know,” you lie. You totally know what you want. To be filled. “Whatever you want to do is fine,” you tell her, trembling in anticipation.

Her tongue licks the air in front of her, and her demeanor turns completely. She smirks, her pointy fangs showing when she flexes a finger in front of her, ordering you to get closer. You are trying really hard not to move your tail in excitement, but your ears are flinching either way.

You low-key hate how hard it is for you to hide your reaction, but the way your girlfriend is looking at you, like you are about to be fucked raw… Well, you don’t hate it that much when it tells her how much you desire just that.

“Well… We could do an egg hunt.” You hum in acceptance, stopping in front of her, your little jumps up and down making her smile. “But for that I have to hide my eggs first, do you know someplace warm and tight?” Your girlfriend’s voice drops at the end of the phrase and you shiver in anticipation.

being called 𝓙𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝓟𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆's bunny.

pet names; ‘ bunny, bun. ’ implied age gap. unprotected sex.

it must be so nice to be his. how if something was bothering you, it would be evident to him in an instant. he knew you all too well, never letting even the smallest issues slip past him ever. " wha's a mat'a, bun .ᐣ " john’ll ask, his forehead creasing in concern— him lifting your chin if it falls with a sweet, small raise from his curved pointer finger, and wait as long as it takes for you to tell him.

" such a gooood bunny, hoppin' on my cock like you need it. " he'd say, holding your hips to help you rut up and down on his hardened dick. " tell me ya do, bun. tell me you need it. " he’d say to talk you through it, getting off to the confirmations and constrictions coming from you. “need it, i need it, john.” you’ll moan out for him, placing your hands down to his strong and hairy chest.

" fuckin' like rabbits, yeah .ᐣ " he’ll quote something one of his teammates had said to him, a snide comment in remarks of how he was always busy now with his much-younger company. " here's my bunny, this is my bun to fuck. " john’ll get defensive, protective even, knowing how they look at you all too well, for he does the same.

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The sweetest Man

Duke Thomas x fem!Reader

warning: period cramps, fluff

A/N: First of all, thank you so much!!🥹 I really appreciate your kind words, and I’m glad you like the stuff I write <33 Of course, I hope you enjoy reading this as well. <3

You’re curled into the corner of the couch for nearly an hour, wrapped in your softest blanket with a heating pad tucked against your abdomen, trying to convince yourself that the cramps would ease if you simply ignore them. They come in whenever they want, sharp enough to steal your breath before melting into a dull ache that settles deep in your hips and lower back. Every position was uncomfortable after a few minutes, and even scrolling through your phone feens like more effort than you want to spare.

The front door clicked open, followed by a quiet thud of sneakers being kicked off. Duke’s voice floats through the apartment before he even stepped into the living room. “Baby? I’m home.”

You manage a small hum in response, not trusting yourself to say much else. It’s not that you want to hide how miserable you feel. You just don’t have the energy to explain it.

Duke walks with a smile he always seemed to wear, but it softens the moment he sees you. You don’t have to tell him anything. His eyes flick to the heating pad, the blanket around you, and the way your knees are drawn toward your chest.

“Ohhh,” he says quietly, understanding settling over his face. “You’re on your period, am I right?”

You nod once. “The worst kind ever.”

Without another word, he sets his backpack down and crosses the room. The couch dips beneath his weight as he sits beside you carefully. One warm hand brushes your hair back from your forehead before resting there for a second longer than necessary.

“Cramps?”

“Mhm.”

“Bad?” You give him a look that answers well enough.

“Right.” He nods and looks down for a single second. “We go through the protocol now, hm?”

Despite yourself, the corner of your mouth twitch.

“Do I see a smile?” he says, pointing at your almost smile like he’d spotted something rare. “I knew I could get at least half of one.”

You roll your eyes, though there isn’t much conviction behind it.

“I hate you sometimes.”

“Nah.” He smiles, gentle and so loving. It makes your chest ache with love. “You’d hate me a lot louder if you meant it.”

He disappears into the kitchen before you could argue, leaving you alone again. You can hear cabinets opening, and water running. It doesn’t take long before he returns carrying a mug of warm tea in one hand and a small bowl of sliced fruit in the other.

“I also found chocolate,” he announces proudly. “Which means I deserve some kind of award. The reward being I get to hug you extra long tonight.”

“Awww. You’re allowed to hug me for ten whole minutes.” Which is a complete lie. You won’t let go of him after ten minutes. He knows that as well but he goes along.

“I’ll take it.” He sets everything within easy reach before crouching in front of you. “Can I?”

At your nod, he gently lifts the heating pad, reheated it, and tucks it back against your stomach with so much care, smoothing the blanket over it afterward as if making sure every corner was exactly where it should be. His movements were slow, giving you plenty of time to tell him if something hurts.

“There,” he murmurs. “Better?”

“A little.”

“A little is good. But it will get better.” When another cramp hit, you inhale sharply, your hand instinctively tightening around the blanket. Duke notices immediately. His expression filled with sympathy before he reaches out, palm open, silently offering it. You slip your hand into his.

He doesn’t squeeze too hard. He just holds it, his thumb tracing slow circles across the back of your hand while the pain eases. It’s not some magical cure against the cramps, but it definitely grounds you.

“Are you doing better now?” he asks after a while, his voice softer than before. “I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

“Duke…Baby.”

“I’m serious.” His shoulders lifts in a small shrug. “Seeing you hurt and not being able to fix it is kind of the worst.”

Your chest tighten in a way that has nothing to do with cramps. “What can you do? It’s how the body of a woman works.”

“I know.” He smiles, brushing his thumb across your knuckles again. “Women are incredible. Especially my woman.”

You could physically feel how your heart starts melting at his words. You shift carefully, wincing only a little, until you were leaning against his shoulder. Duke adjusts immediately, wrapping an arm around you without making a fuss, his hand rubbing slow circles along your back beneath the blanket. The slow movement lulling you to sleep.

Just before sleep officially claims you, you felt Duke kiss the top of your head.

“I’ve got you, baby.” he whispers.

"kara, please, just calm down."

"calm down? calm down?" the red glow of the sun illuminates the both of you, having a stand-off in the middle of her ship. you keep your eyes trained on the kitchen knife pressed to her neck.

"kara-"

"you're leaving me. you're leaving krypto!" krypto whines from the bed, watching the two of you. "how can you tell me to 'calm down'?" she mocks your voice, but you can't concentrate, too focused on the knife slowly pressed against her neck. "answer me."

cassie's phone has been vibrating in her pocket since the start of her shift and there is only one reason she can think of why.

you.

her needy, clingy girlfriend.

when cassie finally gets a break around the sixth hour of her shift, she sits in the break room and grabs the lunch you made for her. there's a cute little note with your handwriting in it: eat this then eat me :)