The short story of my fave dnd character in my current campaign and my character together. Yes he is casting a spell on her in one Pic so it's slight cnc
The short story of my fave dnd character in my current campaign and my character together. Yes he is casting a spell on her in one Pic so it's slight cnc
So this is the kylux filth I was talking about earlier- just gonna put this out there as is because today is busy and my brain is not cooperating for ficcage-
So hear me out- what if consensual Force mind-trick shenanigans, but with imaginary pregnancy?
like, just a kink between two regularverse Kylux fellas? (or omegaverse, whether reversed roles or just a pretend roleplay with extra)
no actual infant produced, but all the sensations of being heavy and big, kicking, a growing belly and tender breasts, all while on the bridge and trying to keep a straight face in serious meetings
maybe it's something that takes its course over a day- Hux starting in the morning just a little bilious and tired, but feeling throughout the day as if he's growing heavier and heavier, belly filling out like hours are months of growth?
and nobody else can see, just him feeling it under his uniform, an uncomfortable and arousing secret
and part of the fun's that Kylo is elsewhere and at a distance, never in the same room- but he's still the one in control of Hux's little belly, how big it is, how tight, how active his 'offspring'
anything from 'ugh, my clothes are a little tight and my nipples are so tender as I go about my duties' to 'hiding in a closet because I can't hide that I feel like I'm going to *pop* and my belly is squirming with imaginary children, biting my hand to avoid moaning and begging for relief (or more)'
like he's been taken over by an alien entity and it's so much more than he bargained for, but everything he asked. Thighs pressed closed tight and hips bucking with his buttons undone and shoved down to try and get some room, not that it does any good. Cock hard in his regulation underwear, rubbing up against the belly that's *not real* but it's *there* and *so big* under his shaky, questing hands.
(there's definitely some suspenders being thrust aside too, all disheveled and straining straps and hair rucked back under the dim closet light. When he dares look down at himself, his belly is glowingly pale, big as a mountain and pointing out like a bit of ordinance nestled between his ribs and his skinny hips. A bomb that's ready to blow, and that thought just goes straight to his poor, out-of-sight out-of-*reach* cock.)
and then, just as he thinks he can't possibly get any more aroused, there's like- a hand, or a foot, a little outlined imprint of *exactly what he's supposed to be carrying*, that presses out against his skin really far, against his palm. Emphasizing just how full he is and what he's full *of*- and his eyes just roll back in his head and it's good, it's so good, it's too *much*
and when he comes all over himself, nearly blacks out with his hands white-knuckled against the shelving, holding himself up because his knees want to buckle-
All of a sudden he comes back to himself, and he's in a utility closet with a broom poking into his back- a flat belly splattered with his own come and open to the air, shirt all rucked up and pants open, breathless and red-faced and *not pregnant* anymore, like he never was. No balloon belly, no swollen breasts threatening to leak imaginary milk, no aching feet and hips that want to waddle. Just the lingering ghosts of the sensations, and the breathless shock of it all being whipped away in an instant.
shivering at the *control* he'd given over, and how Kylo could do all that to him- and make it so it never happened.
They're going to have to do this again, and soon- but half the fun is in the surprise, even in the annoyance of it.
