THIS [deal] IS TOO [hot hot hot] FOR [cable tv]!!!

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: Other
Fandom: Deltarune (Video Game)
Relationship: Spamton G. Spamton/Reader
Character: Spamton G. Spamton, Reader
Additional Tags: Reader Is Not Kris (Deltarune), Mating Cycles/In Heat, Breeding,
Oviposition, Eggpreg, Dirty Talk, Spamton neo eggs you!! yippiee!!!, No
use of y/n, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Light Dom/sub, PWP, Plot What
Plot/Porn Without Plot, Multiple Orgasms, Tentacle Dick, Fluffy Neo,
Aftercare, Religion Kink, God Complex
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2022-05-21 Words: 6498

THIS [deal] IS TOO [hot hot hot] FOR [cable tv]!!!

Summary

You fell into the dark world after a failed snowgrave route, you don't know anything or how
you got there. And you sure as hell don't know the giant metal god who keeps trying to sell
you things.

What you do know is, as his assistant and personal confidant, you've grown very very close
to him… maybe a bit to close

Notes

OKAY OKAY I do actually have to apologize. This was SUPPOSED to be a reader tops
Neo fic but… I got away from myself. I'm sorry, I'm not a top and I want this giant metal
god to rail me into next week so I got a litttllleee self indulgent.

All the bottom Spam and bottom Neo enjoyers I'm sorry for letting you down :pensive: but!
Either way I hope whoever reads this enjoys it! Lmk your thoughts in the comments and
leave a kudo if you want!! : - D

Also no beta reader sorry I'm so embarrassed about showing anything like this to anyone
off anon aaaa
"YOU! THAT'S RIGHT I NEED [the one and only] YOU!!" His voice rang out making you tilt
your head.

"Oh? Is that so?" You asked the giant metal god you'd grown used to over the last few months.

The cyber worlds had been... weird at first. Falling down here, seeing the place half abandoned and
half covered in ice. It was recovering sure, all under the helping hand of this... Salesman turned
god or how ever he liked to see himself. He reminded you of informerals and pop up ads you saw
all over the internet. But when you first met him, slightly threatening.

That had melted away quickly once he saw how... ill equipped you were for this world. Your lack
of understanding, pain and confusion softening him. He took you in instead, making you one of
his... 'Prized Possessions'. It wasn't ideal, and very odd, but it came with perks. Mostly, you could
talk very very freely with him.

"YES!!!! [Little Slime] I NEED YOUR [help wanted]!!" You don't look up from your tablet as you
finish what you're working on.

"I'm already helping you with work, what do you want Spamton." Your tone isn't harsh, but it
leaves no room for argument as you hear him huff and bristle.

"W-WELL!!! IT'S JUST!!! YOU'RE THE [one and only] WHO CAN!!!" He puffs out. You save
what you're working on, turning to look at him finally as he has his arms crossed, hunched and
pouting like a child.

"Don't be such a baby. You're supposed to be a God act like it." You do slip into a sterner tone as
he jolts, fur like feathers standing on end around his mechanical face before flattening out in
shame. "Now, be specific. What do you want?"

"P-PLEASE [spend your hard earned cash] HERE!" He glitches, clearly not what he meant to say.
Your patient waiting for him to get his words right. "I MEAN!!! [TLC]!!! WILL YOU [make me
presentable]???"

Humming in understanding, you stand up walking over to him to pat his leg gently. You smile up
at him as you speak.

"Yes of course, you do have that speech coming up, I can help you. See, that wasn't so hard to ask
nicely was it?" You tease a bit moving in front of him to already head to his room. He follows
behind like a stray dog.

He even acts the part by mumbling something you chose to ignore. You step in, beelining it to the
makeup desk. You begin to open the things you'll need getting everything set up as he sets himself
down in a comfortable position for you.

He would have an actual professional do this, if he wasnt so damn paranoid, jumpy and just all
around unpleasant to work with one on one most of the time. You were kind of his go to for a lot of
things because of this. Making it more like you were business partners then a pet. The thought
made you pause, huh. You hadn't thought about it like that. You weren't sure how that made you
feel.

So instead you ignored it. Turning with a soft bristled brush to face the metal beast. You quickly
got to work brushing through his mane, making sure his 'hair' was styled to his liking as he tried to
hide his purring at the calming sensation. You chuckled softly, only making him flush as steam
began to rise from between his teeth. This was always his favorite part.

You move on to covering some of the more... mechanical and scary features of his mask like face.
You didn't think it was necessary but he always preferred it, and it was his makeup after all.
Adding a gloss to his nonfunctional 'lips' and bringing out the red in his cheeks. You had to hold
his large face still with one of your hands as he glitched a bit. It made him jolt only to sigh and
slink into the feeling. Giving a whine when you pulled away.

"Don't be so needy, it's not a good look for a God." He immediately pouts again. Pulling back so
you can finish brushing down his neck a bit, flattening out the weird fur feathers there.

It melts into more computer fan-like purring as he lets his head slip back, giving you full access to
his sensitive neck. You laugh a bit, trying to stifle it at how silly he looks. He doesn't even scold
you or huff at you for it either, to lost in the soft touch of the bristles to care.

Once you're done you check over your work. Though he's blushing and steaming still you say it
looks good enough, and he didn't melt his makeup off this time so that's a plus.

"Alright, is that all you needed Mr. Spamton?" He shutters visible at the usage of title. You're not
sure why it has such a strong effect on him, making you raise a brow. He usually visibly likes it...
But not to that extent.

"O-OH YES! YES! YOU'RE [dismiss ad]." He quickly spits out, shoving you out of his room
before slamming the door behind you. That's... weird too. He normally does not do that. Ever.

You don't see him till you watch his blaring live stream speech. It goes about as well as it can with
him being how he is. And when it's over you expect to see him in the evening. But you don't. You
also don't see him at dinner.

Okay, now you're worried. Spamton loves two things, himself, and getting to talk about himself.
Missing any and all of those opportunities to the one person who has proven they will sit and listen
is very, very unlike him.

After having something quick, feeling a bit too anxious to eat much, you rush to his room. Trying
not to make your panic obvious to the swatchlings though... you notice none are in this wing of the
mansion... just another weird thing today to top it off. You get to his door, knocking casually on it.

"Mr. Spamton? Are you in?" A startled sound and something very loudly breaking can be heard
from the other side of the door, answering your question. "Are you okay sir? Can I come in?"

The worry creeps into your voice despite your best efforts.

"N-NO! NONONONONO!! I MEAN! [no damage done] IM FINE! DONT, DONT [come on in]!!"
He yells back, sounding winded and strained. That only makes you somehow more concerned.

"B-but sir?? I'm sorry I'm just, you're worrying me. You've been acting weird all day and you
weren't around after your speech. You didn't even show up for dinner, have you eaten?" You blurt
out. There's a long pause, and when his voice finally replies it's quiet, though much closer to the
door then before.

"You... You care? You noticed?" He sounds almost like he's talking to himself. You shut your
eyes, pressing your forehead to the large wooden slab between you two.

"Of course I care and noticed. That'd make me a pretty bad companion if I didn't." You feel an
honesty and a restraint in those words flowing off your tongue. Unsure what else to do or say when
the door swings open.

You yelp in surprise, stumbling in on loose footing as it swings shut behind you. Your back
suddenly pressed to it instead of your front. When you blink open your eyes... well. The sight in
front of you is quite a lot.

Spamton has his hands on either side of the wall next to the door you're currently pressed against.
He's craning over you, panting as drool drips down from his open steaming mouth. And looking
down, most of his armor is stripped, leaving him largely exposed. Mostly his distended stomach.
The armor on his crotch is still firmly in place though.

You flush despite this, looking up to him a bit startled.

"Y-you mean it? For [honest to God's truth]???" He asks, basically panting out.

"Of course but... Spamton what is wrong with you? What's going on?" Tentatively raising a hand
up he quickly leans his face against it, whining.

"Oh, [angel]... I'm... I'm [out of stock] r-right now..." he pants, glasses swirling as he tries again.
"I'm, well, I'm [mating season] [free trial] I'm I'm I'm [top ten ways to beat the heat] I'm [most
wanted men in America]-"

Your brain catches up, causing your face to burn as you flush. You look down at his stomach then
back up at him.

"A-are you? Is this something addison's do?" He nods, tilting his head more into your hand and
taking it gingerly in his own larger one.

"[So sorry] I didn't tell you [sooner or later]... didn't know it was [coming to a store near you] so
soon..." he shutters and you squeak a bit literally hearing whatever's in his stomach move. Your
eyes are wide.

"C-can I ask, what's going on? In there?" You point at it and he groans. Hiding his face as best he
can away. His face almost burns to the touch it's so hot.

"That's the [Pipis]..."

"THE BOMBS??" You interject, suddenly even more worried.

"Nononono!!! Different [Pipis]!!! These are my [Hot and Ready] e-eggs..." You furrow your brow
taking in the information. So he... Lays eggs in his heat. Huh. Two new pieces of information you
didn't know you needed.

"What can I do to help?" You state bluntly, making a shutter run through his whole body.

"[Angel] you, you have to be more [cautione: danger] with what you [speaking out loud]." You
cock your head at him.

"What do you mean? Can I help you with this? You seem to be in a lot of discomfort, what's wrong
with the question?" He shutters again, a growl rising his throat as you hear, very clearly, his large
cawls dig into the wall next to you.

"I-I-I... once I really get in a [heatwave] headspace I cant... I don't have any [bodily] control. It's all
[instinct to kill] and I... that's not [ferris wheel] to you..." he groans, pulling his face away a bit
from your still tender touch.

"Y-you wouldn't hurt me though, right?" You ask, and his face immediately slips to horror.

"OF COURSE [negative] ID NEVER HURT A HAIR ON YOUR [beautiful head]!!!" His louder
voice blaring out suddenly. You nod to yourself, believing his answer.

"Okay, then there isn't anything to worry about." He makes a strained and confused noise.

"NO??? THERE [very much] IS! IF YOU [expect transaction] YOU'LL BE, YOU'LL BE,
YOU'LL BE-" He loops, face growing redder as he seems to be lost in thought.

"I'll be what?" He groans, face coming dangerously close to yours as he speaks over heavy static.

"You'll be [stuffed full] of my [clutch] that's [fu!%ing] what. Do you [understanding] now, pet? Do
you [pick up] what I'm saying? Or do I need to [spelling for dummies] it out for you?"

His harsh words wash over you, you dont think youve heard him like this since you first met and
that energy was much different back then. You shake a bit, feeling warmth run all the way down
you as he ghosts his hand up your side, only making your gasp for breath worse. His own hot
breath fanning down your neck as he speaks into your ear making you have to bite your lip to stop
any noise from leaking out.

"I'm gonna [knocking at-] that tight [hole] up, stuff you [to the brim] and keep you [full] of my
cock till I [make sure to take-]..." Just the tip of his tongue slips out, lapping softly at the skin he'd
just spoken into. A surprised noise of want leaves you as you leak, want dripping from you already.
But he pulls back. "If you [get it got it good] and [want what you want] that is."

You blink up at him, out of breath from the display. Usually, in contexts like this, you're the more
dominant one. You've fooled around with him a bit but he's usually pretty submissive, wanting you
to take things at your own pace well still being somewhere between a brat and trying to fake being
in control. It's never gone farther than hand jobs or blow jobs through and the idea that he'd be
fully in control, on a mission to do something so... Carnal is making your skin hot.

"I... I think I do. And I understand, we’ll have a lot to talk about afterwards." He puffs out steam
with a whine, seeming already dreading the conversation making you chuckle a bit. "And you will
definitely owe me a turn in control if you're gonna be like that the whole time but... Yes I
understand. I still want to help you."

His whole body shakes with a manic energy as he lets out a train whistle. Quickly grabbing you up
and tossing you on the large partially destroyed bed. You make a slight sound at the sudden action
but don't have much time to think about it as he's hovering over you, panting steam as you feel hot
drool drip onto you through your clothes. You try to not physically show a grimace at that.

"YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU REALLY WANNA BE MY [hoochie mama]??? YOU WANT
[hyperlinkblocked]???? YOU [consent to the terms and agreements]????" More strange sounds
leave him as he glitches and loops, seeming slightly overloaded by the idea as his glasses flash to
an almost painful extent. His nails digging into the bed sheets with a ripping noise you can barely
hear over your own heartbeat and his cacophony of odd sounds.

"Y-yes Spamton. Let me help you." You say, hearing him gasp as he shuts his eyes, spot lights
fading. You take the opportunity to bring a hand up, brushing it over the soft exposed fur of his
neck and down his chest without his armor. Down to the destined green metal wrapping around his
waist. Your touch is feathery light, just dancing over him but he groans.
Pulling back he rips off his remaining armor, throwing it across the room with a loud bang that
makes you unintentionally flinch. His hand quickly moves to untuck the fabric of your top and
press unencumbered to your skin, well his other cups your face in a gentle soothing way. Making
you sigh and shutter into both feelings.

You don't get a look at his cock because of this but you feel it, massive and wet writhing against
you as he pressing closer. Making you suck in a breath as you rise up into him, wrapping your arms
around his neck as he moves to try and gingerly remove your shirt.

His mouth moving to press into your cheek as he pants, tongue rolling out to spread spit into your
skin. He groans, shuttering as his hips thrust down on your leg clearly unintentionally and he
struggles with the small buttons. Your fist grows tighter in his hair when he growls, snatching
either side of the fabric and pulling. Popping the buttons off with little care now as you yelp. You
pull his hair a bit even as he quickly moves his hot tongue down your neck and chest, making you
tilt your head back to give him more room.

"Asshole, I liked that shirt!" You try to be stern, voice melting a bit as his teeth naw over your
delicate flesh right where you like it. You gasp, making him groan.

"Oh [hush puppy] I can get you [x100] ones just like it." He growls, puffing steam over your skin
before moving to grope at every part of exposed flesh he can.

Hands gentle again as he does so. It makes you writh, gasping and panting at the overwhelming
feeling of being somewhat surrounded by him. He seems to purr in approval.

"You [top five most liked] that? Like me [feeling] you up? Mmm this [heaven]ly bodies gonna be
[stuffed full] of [me!me!me!]," his claws move back, ripping the rest of the destroyed shirt off your
body as he moves to your bottoms.

You squeak as he makes quick work to rip those away too, forgetting yourself you quickly shift to
try and cover the sudden exposure. Thankful he didn't catch your underwear as well for at least a
moment of privacy over the sudden action. He hisses, taking your wrist in one firm hold and
bringing them over your head. Hashly slamming them into the pillows above you.

"Nononono!! You've gotta let me [see the goods] you [little] [worm]!" He puffs out, calming down
a bit as he spreads your legs and sets himself between them with a hum. "See? That's a [good] pet...
just let [GOD] take care of [the rest]..."

His fingers press up against your covered want, making your back arch as you moan. His grin
spreads unbelievably wide as he pants, pressing harder into the already soaking spot.

"So [wet] and [needy] for me... I'm not the only [freak in the sheets] here I see." He laughs,
hooking his fingers over the fabric you already hear tearing. "I want to see it, I want to see it, i want
to see-"

His breathless loops is cut off by his own moan as he discards the fabric. Immediately he leans
down, pressing his tongue roughly over you making your whole body rise up against him. You
don't even have time to stop the high sound and please that spill from your lips as he moans around
you. Your brain shorting out at the sudden pleasure, hips trying to thrust up against him sloppily as
you writhe in the sheets.

His heat moves down from your most sensitive parts with a lewd sound, slipping himself over your
twitching hole before lapping his tongue at it teasingly.
"P-please! Please Spamton, God, please-!" Is all you can get out and he groans, stuffing himself
into you slightly rougher than you were expecting. Your hips lift, grinding against him as his
tongue rolls in and out of you in an addictive way you're used to. But this feels different, with his
extended arm still pinning you down, and how his free hand is wrapping around your hips to keep
them in a position that makes him hit that bundle of nerves deep inside you with every curl of his
wet hot tongue. You can't even think let alone stop the slight sobbing moans pouring out of you.
Your want trembling so so close to coming.

It's when you feel his hands release your wrist, the slight sting of the air knowing it was enough
pressure at some point to bruise only making your fire burn brighter. When he brings that hand
down and you feel two of his fingers press at your hole with his tongue, slipping in with the
overwhelming wetness of his endless drool and your own slick release. You make a soundless
scream, hands gripping the pillows for dear life as you try to hold on.

Taking a hand and pulling at his hair you babble, unable to make words and unsure whether to pull
him away or push him down more. Right where you want him. His growl shaking through your
core makes you see white and well. It's too late now. You keep his head against you with trembling
hands, your thighs shaking as they try to close over the overwhelming pleasure but he doesn't slow.

Lapping at your tight heat as he pumps his fingers into you, stretching you wide open. Finally
when you groan, limp and weakly pulling his hair with a slight sound of discomfort he slips his
tongue out, lapping at the mess of your sex softly. You notice he doesn't remove his fingers though,
in fact, he only slips another in. Scissoring them slowly as he cleans you up. You shake, unable to
do little more than make needy sounds as you limply take it.

"Ohhh has my [little] pet already [tired as can be]??? [Coming] just from [GODS] touch like a
good [angel]??" He seems approving of the mess he's made of you and when his fingers slip out
you can't help but whine at the emptiness, clenching on nothing well overstretched feeling odd.

"Now, now, don't be [greedy] you'll [get everything you want] [and more!] soon enough..." his
voice growing slightly strained as you feel something else slip against you. You find the strength
to sit up slightly, looking down to see his black tentacle like cock writhing at your entrance.

You bite back a noise as it move to rub against your slightly overstimulated sex. You can't lie,
you're a bit nervous about taking it, or if you'll be able to take it. You know for a fact you can't go
all the way down on him when it comes to blow jobs, having to use your hands at his base. You
worry, suddenly, it might not fit. Despite his well done prep.

"A... Are you sure it's gonna, you know? Fit?" Your voice is breathless, slightly wrecked and he
shutters. His tentacle writhing in on itself against you in a very pleasant way.

"YES! [affirmative] IT WILL!!" He booms out, clearly excited as he pants. "Just. Let. Me. In"

You fall back into the sheets as you feel the tips of himself slip in. Both of you moaning at the
intrudgen. He's slow, steady despite how many odd noises he's making and the glitches racking
over his form. It seems to take forever, and with every slight push of himself in your head spins.
You're sure you won't be able to take any more even as he keeps going. Not because of any pain or
discomfort, which is to say you feel surprisingly neither, it's more so the breathless feeling of being
so, so full.

You look down, unable to sit up as you try to keep your breath even and gasp. He's almost fully
seated inside of you, just one more push and you'll be stretched around his base. And it's clear from
the very subtle bump in your own stomach. His prehensile cock rubbing at all the right parts inside
of you as you whine. He groans, stuffing the last of himself in, bottoming out with a sigh of relief.
His tongue falling out of his open mouth as he pants, steam streaming out of his open maw as his
wings shake behind him. You wrap your legs around his waist in this new position. Lifting your
hips up and rolling them down on him. You make a high moan as he groans. A hand immediately
wrapping around your waist and halting your movements as he leans over you.

"DID I [instructional video] YOU COULD [move it move it]????" You have to bite your lip to
keep from smiling. His voice was a growl caked in static, and even then his face was soft with
want. With need. It was sweet to see him like this. So desperate but also so in need to be in control.

"OHHH YOU THINK THIS IS [top funny moments]??? YOU THINK IM [you gotta be kidding
me]???" He hisses, steam bellowing out of him as his eyes flash. Face growing red. "LETS SEE
WHOS [laughing] WHEN YOURE [legs don't work like they used to before], WHEN I'M DONE
WITH YOU, YOU'LL BE [to full to move] YOU'LL BE [stuffed] ON MY [hot rod] FOR
[error:dataunknown] TILL I MAKE SURE YOU CAN'T [take it any more] TILL YOU'RE
[praying] FOR [forgiveness]!!!"

His rant is almost meaningless to you until he draws closer, once more spilling hot breath over the
sensitive flesh of your neck. You writhe as he curls inside you, wanting nothing more than to slam
down on him. To get him to start moving. But instead he speaks hotly into your skin.

"You're [mine, all mine], my perfect little [angel], my [sweet as can be] pet... Know your place and
[serve your] [GOD]." And with a slow shift he pulls his hips back. Then with force stuffs himself
back in.

You gasp as the air is pushed out of your lungs, your skin slapping against the hot metal of his
thighs. Your legs squeeze around him. He can't pull out as far with your legs like this, only half
way which is still quite a lot if you're honest. But it looks like he doesn't really care. He is drooling
and panting, whining through glitchy moans as he speeds up his pace already.

You once again feel like your head is spinning from the overwhelming size and pleasure. God, you
will not be able to sit right for weeks if he doesn't heal you after this. For now though you don't
care about that, you only want more. Your fire starting to build up again as he leans closer to you,
shifting your hips up a little so he's bent over. He digs his hands back into the sheets, ripping them
apart worse then they already were as he half lays his face down on your chest.

You use the opportunity to meet his thrust with your hips and dig your own fingers in his hair. He
lets out a drespreat and slightly pained sounding moan. When you try to pull your hands away,
worry cutting through your lust that you hurt him, he chases the feeling. Propping his chin up to
look at you. Point nose just barely missing you and digging into the pillows next your head instead.

"[Angel] [angel] [angel], y-y-y0u feel like [HEAVEN]," he moans out, the wet sound slipping
between you two as he slaps in and out at a still steady pace. You're wondering if this is stamina,
his heat or the robotic body taking on the brunt of the work. You're brought back from your heated
thoughts by his voice. "C-c-can I [kissing booth] you, pl3ase ple4ase p leas3-"

When you nod enthusiastically he immediately presses his teeth to your lips, making you moan
against them. It only takes a moment more for them to slide open and his tongue to slip out,
meeting you and lapping at your entrance asking for permission. You give it with a whine. Letting
him slip between your teeth with a groan of his own. Your tongues press together, his much longer
one filling your mouth and finding every part that makes you keen. Before he pushes further,
slipping down your throat a bit and making you gag at the unexpected feeling. But God does it feel
good. You clench down on him and he makes a beautiful noise, slipping out of your mouth with a
truly lewd slick sound.
Drool leaks from him as his tongue stays panting out of his mouth. His hands go back to your hips,
grabbing either side and fucking down into you roughly with a sudden fever, a need. You moan
loudly, not able to hold your voice back as pleasure swims in your mind. The way he's writhing
inside, you know he's close.

"[Angel], pet, [sweet, sweet] [sugartits] I'm so, 1m so, im , s0-" His voice is so strained and
desperate, unlike you've ever heard him before. His eyes swimming in spirals as he looks
completely gone.

"P-please! I, I want it please Spamton-!" You try to get your choked voice out, lost in the rough
pace he refuses to let up. His hands growing slightly tighter on your hips.

"You [want it]??? Y0u want [hyperlinkblocked]???? Wanna b3 my [baby mama] wann4 be my
[cum dump 4k video] wanna wanna w4nna [take every last] one 0f my, [@#$@], eggs?????" His
eyes flash, steam pouring off every part of him it can as his head glitches, smile spreading
painfully as he licks over his teeth. His thrust punctuates his words as he rambles.

"Y-yes! Yes please just, dont, don't stop!" You cry out, his words swimming in your head mixing
with the writhing inside you and you know you're so so close. Just one more push and you'll be
tipped over the edge. His laugh is strained as it melts into a moan.

"Good!!! Good [pet store deals] [low low prices]," his whole body shutters again as his rough
thrusts suddenly halt. Stuffing himself as deep as he can inside you. "OOo00H!!! [Angel cake]
H3RE [it comes]!!!"

His head falls back in a clear fit of pleasure, voice nearly inaudible over the sound of dial up and
what could be the sound of sorting algorithms, you're not sure. And you can't really focus on it as
something heavy moves though his base.

You gasp, trying to stay relaxed as the aforementioned eggs start to slip inside you. They don't
swell his base, but as they move through you can feel them. They must be no bigger then chicken
eggs, slightly smaller then the bomb like pipis you've seen around the mansion but holy shit.

You pant, legs shaking as you try to keep your clenching to a minimum. It feels like it's never
gonna end with how many he's lovingly pumping into you. His screeching pleasure doesn't seem to
be over, but he seems more in control. He's half bend over you, a hand petting over your much
more distended stomach as he licks at your flesh, still moaning and shaking as more of his eggs fill
you up.

"H-how many, ah, how many more?" You ask, voice wrecked as he hums.

"Not [too much] m0re now, [97.9999999% completed]." He's able to whine out, words slurred.
"Your3 doing sooo [great deals] f0r me,, t4king it [like a champ] [angel]!"

When the last egg finally slips in you know it, because he shutters hard against you, grip growing
tight again as you give a tired yelp. He just pants over you for a few moments, letting you sit with
the fullness till his hips pull back. His thrusts are rough and quick, making your legs tighten again
where they'd been left loose over his hips.

You give a soundless scream, the mix of feeling completely new and overwhelming to you as
you're quickly being brought back to your peak. The sheets are ruined from his claws and the sheer
amount of liquid slipping between you two as he slams into you. Your own want and his precum
mixing in a gross display. You can't even focus on it right now as he wraps his arms around you,
pulling you as close to him as he can as he tries to hide his drespreat beautiful noises in your neck.
"YES YES YES YES YES!!! [Angel] PET [LOVELETTER.EXE] I'M SO, I’M S0, I’M GONN4-
!!!!" He makes an almost pained noise, not stopping his pace. You lose your hands in his hair,
down the fluff on his back, everywhere you can hold him.

"YES! F-fuck I'm so, AH, close! Please, please k-knock me up yes yes yes!!" If your own eyes
could you'd bet they'd also be swimming with hearts and swirls to match his. Your wants in this
moment are so tied together, it's all you can do to cum as he moans, him stuttering at your request.

You clench hard around him, head falling back as you both fill the air with pleasured screams. His
cock stilling inside you before spilling as deep as it can. Shooting over all the eggs it can reach as
you only help drink him in deeper.

His metal body rattles as you both collapse onto the ruined bed. His weight without his armor is not
nearly as much, but still pressing into your overfilled stomach makes you whine. You both lay
there like that still for a moment, you coming back from seeing stars and him trying to rewire his
circuits so he can regain control of his limbs.

You're both panting, sticky messes of sweat and god knows what else. But as he starts to shift you
twitch, feeling his tentacle still filling you to the hilt. When you gasp he lazily rolls his hips.

"W-what did I [speech development courses]??? Y-y0ure gonna t4ke it all, t1ll I'm [sorry, we're out
of stock]... Do you th1nk you can handl3 that [lovely]???" He purrs, voice still slightly overheated
and glitchy even as he does so.

You can't help but find yourself nodding. A sudden fire already reignited in you. His smile spreads,
wobbling around the edges as, despite his harsh words, his touches are tender.

"The let's not [keep the crowd] w4iting...." He pulls his hips back slowly, shakily almost.

It feels like you two are lost in your own world, spilling endless words of want and affection as he
spills into you as many times as he can. Keeping you stuffed on his cock as he promised. You don't
know how much time has passed and you don't really care to. Your own overwhelming pleasure
reaching peaks you didn't even know you could with him.

You've lost track of everything, giving up on counting either of the amount of times both of you
have cum. You're holding onto each other desperately close to reaching another blissed out peak.
Your foreheads slightly pressed together as you hold each other, panting and drooling as all you
can do is make noises of your own wants.

He makes a strained noise you've come to expect, his tentacle curling up in a way you're more than
familiar with. You make a high noise at it, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue back
between your lips. Where he fucks it down your throat even as his hips stutter, shooting the last of
himself into your wrecked form. His overwhelming amount of seed spilling over with an, in any
other case, disgusting noise. Your eyes roll back as you clench down on him. His tongue slowing
to lap into your mouth much more gently before pulling out.

You gasp in a breath. Falling truly limp under him with a shutter. Every nerve in your body feels
him slowly pull out, your legs no longer stopping him as he slips out to the tip. When you expect
him to stuff you full again you whine at the sudden emptiness. Clenching on nothing now but his
release still slipping out of you as a gentle hand comes up to your hip.

A warm spread of magic making you sigh as he nuzzles his head against yours. With nothing to
really keep your focus on you go in and out of a sleep-like state. Too tired to do anything else but
not quite letting yourself fully pass out yet.
When you do slightly come to a more awake state you're being held in Spamtons arms. His armor
is still off as he holds you close to him. You're wrapped in a clean blanket and both of you are
cleaned up as well. He's purring as he brushes back your slightly damp hair. You blink your eyes
tight to try and become a little more aware, making him nuzzle you closer.

The thing that does wake up is the shifting feeling in your stomach. Making you groan at the
forhen objects moving around inside you. You tilt your head up to look at Spamtons genuinely
glowing face. He seems beyond happy, as every discomfort of being full of eggs is gone as well as
knowing they're being stored safely in someone. You flush at how... personal this all feels
suddenly. Deciding to push that emotion off to be dealt with later.

"S-so." You start, voice a lot rougher than you were expecting you stutter and cough a bit. Without
shifting you he grabs a cup of water from the night stand, helping you drink it before gently putting
it back. "Thanks, so... what exactly happens now? With the pipis?"

He flushes, eyes suddenly looking anywhere but you.

"O-OH!!! WELL!!! THEY'RE GONNA [pass on by] IN A FEW DAYS OR SO, [give or take]
AND SOME OF THEM WILL [hatch] SOME OF THEM... WONT." He rubs his fingers up your
back through the blanket and over your scalp making you hum at the soothing feeling. "F-FOR
THE MOST PART IT WILL BE [smooth sailing] TILL THEN, THOUGH YOU SHOULDN'T
[experiencing pain and discomfort? Call-], IF YOU DO [tell your doctor] ME RIGHT AWAY...
PLEASE."

You furrow your brow, nodding at his words. He seems to be still nervous about talking about this,
blushing like he didnt just fucking you like his life depending on knocking you up. You bring a
hand up to his chest, petting over the exposed fluff there as his blush only grows making him let
out a strangled purr.

"Is there anything else I should know right now? Is there anything else you wanna tell me?" You
ask, keeping your voice soft trying not to spook him. He shutters, face going fully red as steam
slips out of where his ear should probably be.

"I-I-I-I... Y YES I SUPPOSE I SHOULD [make the client aware] THAT I'M... WELL... I MIGHT
ACT [strange and unusual]..." You tilt your head, waiting for him to go on as he takes a moment to
try and collect himself. "IT’S, IT'S JUST WITH YOU [can you carry all that] MY CLUTCH IM...
I FEEL... I NEED TO..."

He brings one of his hands up, turning his face away as he hides it in his free hand. His body is
shaking a bit against you. You shift to sit up a bit, wincing as though there isn't any pain, the
sudden movement makes the eggs shift inside you again. You ignore it petting over his front as you
try to sooth him.

"Hey, it's okay. I don't quite get what you're saying but I'm sure it will be okay. If you're a bit more
protective of me or touchy or whatever that's fine. I don't mind, really!" Your calming seems to
work as he slowly steadies his breathing and he's able to shift. He wraps you up in his arms and
falls back into a lying position on the bed. You still firmly on top of him.

You smile sweetly up at him, making his permanent smile wobble at the edges as his hands brush
over your back once more.

"THANK YOU [angel]... FOR [everything] I I I I I I-" You lean up, kissing his nose and making
his mouth snap shut as he blinks down at you.
"You don't have to thank me for this silly, though I do appreciate it." You yawn, stretching out as
you lay fully down. Situating yourself comfortably on his warm front. "I think for now though we
should try and get some rest. I'm sure you're tired too."

He hums in response, pressing his teeth to your forehead in a quick kiss. Eventually, both of your
breathing turns steady and you're able to fall asleep. Wrapped up together in each other's embrace.

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