#plotless smut

[kabr0ztrousers]

Bull hybrid cowboy x chubby fem reader. He runs a little ranch all by himself no one for miles and her car just so happens to break down near his road. He offers her a ride into town but ends up kidnapping her. Would love it if he ties her up and shows her all the reasons why she should stay with him.

Hmm... Now do I write another hucow scene or don't I? Only kidding, you all know where this is going.

Kabr0z Writes Episode 34: Free Range

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: kidnap; dubcon; noncon; lactation; impregnation;

A/N: Thanks again for the steady stream of requests, you lot! Remember if you want to see something, want me to revisit a kink or scenario I've done before, or have a totally new idea, let me know and it'll probably happen!

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You loved that little shitbox of a car, mid 2000's spec, old enough to drink and still going strong. Up until about 5 miles back. You were on a tiny country road in the middle of the night, cruising at 60, when you heard an almighty bang followed by a jangling noise. Your revs went through the roof for a moment before you started to coast. By the time you stopped and inspected the damage you'd already figured out what happened. The jaunty angle of the gearstick and the lack of any resistance on it meant your gears were probably strewn across several hundred metres of road. At least your engine still worked so you had light, heat, and BBC 2.

You didn't, however have any phone signal.

So you sat in the layby in your car, idling the engine to keep the battery running and listening to the 80s. Sleeping in a running car seems like something that's probably illegal, but you figured if the police found you, they could probably give you a tow to go with the fine. Hopefully you'd make it to morning and then walk however far the nearest town is to call your insurance.

A horn behind you shocked you out of your thoughts. You looked around as a rugged 4x4 pulled level with you. A window rolled down and the driver motioned for you to do the same.

He was a bull hybrid, horns wreathing his head, a thick gold ring adorning his nose. "Need a tow?"

"Yeah, I think my gearbox is fucked" you smiled at him

"That'll do it for you, I can get you to town if you want, climb in"

You got out of your car and into his, grateful for the save. He hooked a rope from his car to yours and pulled away, your stricken vehicle in tow.

You didn't think anything of the route he took, country lanes are far too narrow to turn around in, especially in a big vehicle like this one, but you'd been travelling for a while. It's not like he wasn't charming, softly spoken with just a hint of an accent, apparently he had a herd of dairy cattle that he pastured around the area, and you were being regaled about the trade. The radio in the car gently playing some tiny local station or other, predominantly focusing on spinning old records and talking about the weather.

Suspicion set in when you turned off the road, he was taking you up a gravel track in the pitch-dark. He seemed to know the area pretty well but you figured that to get to civilization, you should probably be following the asphalt rather than abandoning it.

He pulled up at a house and turned off the engine, shoving the keys into his pocket "Come on, let's get inside"

You got out and bolted away from the house. You're not stupid enough to follow him in, you'd only just met!

He was faster than you. You'd barely made it twenty yards when you were tackled to the ground. The bull huffed as he tied your ankles together and hefted you over his shoulder. You hit and struggled against him, but he only chuckled at your assault. "Spirited, aren't you?" He opened his door and carried you over the threshold "You'll do fine here"

He put you down onto a plush sofa and sat in a chair opposite to you. Minutes passed in silence, you sullenly staring at him, him eyeing you up like a cut of meat.

"What will you do with me?" You spat at him

"Honestly, I'm not sure. You seemed like a soft townie when I picked you up. I'd thought maybe let you call for a tow, give you a coffee, and maybe a roll in the hay." He was still staring at you

"But?" You felt like there was a but coming

"But, you're not badly built, and you're not such a pushover. Now I'm deciding if I want a wife or not"

You recoiled at his comment "If you think I'm marrying you, you can fuck off!"

He shrugged and got up "Plan B then. With hips and tits like those you'll be a good fit"

He lifted you into a seated position and tore off your top, baring your chest and the rolls of your tummy. He grabbed one of your tits and hefted it "Natural, very good"

If looks could kill, you would've atomised him. As it was he merely met your gaze as he roughly inspected you.

"I was right, you'll do excellently" He picked you up again and swung you over his shoulder before carrying you outside. He crossed a field, not caring about your yelling and screaming for help. He knew nobody was around for miles, even if someone heard you they wouldn't be able to help you. He pushed open a barn door and carried you in, putting you down on a pile of straw "I'll see you tomorrow"

He left you there. The ropes were tied tightly around your ankles. You struggled against them until your fingers went numb to no avail. The other occupants of the barn stirred with your struggling. Your eyes were adjusting to the gloom, you could just about make them out.

They were other women. Some cow hybrids, some not. All of them plump, many pregnant. They looked at you with big doe eyes, curiosity on their faces as they regarded you.

The first one put her arms around you in a hug, then another and another until you were smothered in a dozen round women, their full breasts pressing against you as they started to doze off on you. Stuck there in the centre of the cuddle pile, you couldn't help your eyelids getting heavy, your head cushioned against a plush belly as sleep claimed you too.

You woke with the dawn. The other women mooing eagerly and dispersing around the barn. The bull man from last night opened the door and stepped in. He looked over at you before settling to work. One by one he attached milking cups to the other women, who each settled down contentedly as the machines pumped them, the milk being drawn into tanks at one end of the barn.

Finally he got to you.

"Enjoy your night?"

You spat at him. He laughed.

"Damn, I wish you'd reconsider being my wife. As it is, I can still put a calf in you." He lifted you and carried you to a fence, tying your arms to it before cutting your ankles free.

Your tits swung below you as he pulled your hips up and hiked your skirt up. He tore a hole in your tights, revealing your pussy. You screamed as he started to lick you, his thick tongue penetrating you already as he fingered your clit. You felt your skin flush as your body responded to him, getting wet and ready for him. His licking and stroking was drawing you in, until you quivered with a tearful orgasm.

You felt him straighten up behind you. He lay his cock on your back and you shivered with the length of it before he pulled back and started to ease the tip in, crooning as he went "You're doing great, girl, just a little more, a little more"

The sound of his voice was making you wetter than his tongue did. You whimpered from the fullness from his cock pushing slowly into you, stretching you out. Your hips were pushing back against him, sending waves of motion up your body. He started to push harder, move faster. Your whimpers turned to blissful sobs and whines as you sped towards your next orgasm, the length and girth of him getting you off all by itself. When he squeezed your hips it was too much. Your body tried to push back, but it didn't need to. He could feel your impending orgasm and hilted himself in you, tiny thrusts slapping his balls against your clit and driving you over the edge. He started to throb and pulse in you as your cunt clenched around him. His thrusts were fast and deep, he was close and wasn't going to cum anywhere but inside you. His pounding on your cervix was getting to you, as was his gripping your waist and your hips, and the jolting swaying of your tits. He pushed a hand between your legs and circled his fingers over your clit. You came again. This time he joined in. Your moans and grunts mingled as the other women watched you, still mooing in euphoria from being attached to the pumps.

He stayed inside you, his cock still giving occasional pumps of cum. His huge hands tracing patterns on your back and rubbing your aching muscles. Then he pulled out, and you heard a spatter of his cum fall out of you and onto the straw below. He cut your arms free and helped you off the railings, laying you on the straw.

"I treat my ladies well, you'll see"

A month has passed since you joined the herd. You spend your mornings hooked up to the milking machines, your afternoons lounging in the fields munching clover and enjoying the company of your new friends, then in the evenings Aaron, as you leaned his name, would often visit you and put another load in you. You're already late on your period, you just haven't told him yet.

Yeah, you're giving up some freedoms, and you're pretty sure you're getting dumber

But it sure beats your old job

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Postscript: A bit of an experiment in trying to split the difference between "awful human farm" and not being overly horrible to the POV character. Hopefully it hits the mark nicely. Who knows, I may do a continuation or a "what if" where it goes into fluffy marital sex between Aaron and Fem!Reader...

At any rate, this is your periodic reminder that my ask box and DMs are always open, and to not hold back on your requests! I'm not in the habit of airing anyone's dirty laundry so if you do cross some unforeseen line the worst you'll get is a no

[shandoratheexplorer]

Chapter 5: Bone 3: Aodhán and Halsin

Moar dirty wedding sex!!!

"Hmmm, Halsin?" he purrs, his fingers already moving, already exploring. Halsin doesn't miss the way his hands find the fabric of his tunic, how they wander lower, tracing over his chest, teasing at the seams. They are not dressed in the fine suits like other guests, but in something far more fitting—matching tunics of soft, earthen browns and deep forest greens, the kind of clothing druids wear for festivals, for rituals honoring the balance of nature. One of the only fabrics Aodhán can truly stand to have against his skin. It's a small, personal quirk, one that Halsin finds endlessly endearing. "What is it, mo chroí?" Halsin asks, his voice low, steady, indulgent. Aodhán's hands wander lower, fingertips fluttering down Halsin's chest, slipping beneath the slit in his tunic, finding the hem of his trousers. And then—

Warm skin meets even warmer skin. Halsin exhales sharply, a shudder rippling through him. The mischief in Aodhán's gaze deepens, his lips parting slightly in amusement as his fingers wrap around the heat between Halsin's legs, gripping with just enough pressure to pull a deep, rumbling growl from his mate's chest. Even tipsy, his instincts remain sharp, his movements precise, knowing. He keeps his body angled just enough to shield his actions from prying eyes, his mouth trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses along Halsin's throat, his breath warm against his skin as he tiptoes slightly, reaching for more. "I want you, mo ghrian", he whispers. And Halsin smirks. "Then have me, mo chroí", he growls softly, his hands sliding down Aodhán's back, cupping the perfect curve of his ass, kneading just hard enough to pull a shudder from his lover's body.

[shotmrmiller]

honestly if simon's painfully blunt in regular conversation, i feel he'd be the same during sex. he puts all thoughts on the table without hesitation lmao. if he feels good, you're gonna know it because he's gonna say it.

[angels-heap]

A Tree Falls in the Forest

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Half-Life (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Barney Calhoun/Gordon Freeman/Alyx Vance Summary: As the thought experiment goes: If three Resistance fighters get it on in a cabin in the forest, but no one is around to hear them, do they make a sound?

[getouyuri]

there’s like noooo geto longfics anymore… touches the dirt what happened here

[aravenlovesfanfiction]

next witcher fic ->

Masterpost

[kabr0ztrousers]

Similar to the portal one. But reader is a chubby witch in a house full of diffret species (not picky on the type). Anything with a big size differance is chefs kiss though. She has a crush on one of them. So she puts a portal spell on a toy and leaves it out for him to find. And he does but what she didn't realize was how many of her roommates share there toys. And now she has live with the consequences or for some the reward

You can even do a continuation were they figure out what she did and they give up on the toy and just start to use her instead

Kabr0z Writes episode 68: Toying Around

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: infidelity via deception; dubcon via deception; public sex; free use; autocunnilingus

A/N: Ah, my two great loves, portals and free use... Whatever would I do without them.

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You finally figured it out. You'd had the hots for Andy for months, ever since he moved in with you. You were already living with Debbie, and the pansexual lupines Paul and Brian couldn't object to the new housemate; they were fucking practically every night, and weren't quiet about it. The only problem is, Andy only had eyes for Debbie, and you weren't about to fuck up the flat dynamic by stealing her man.

But what a man he was, the very ideal of a minotaur. Eight feet tall and as wide as a doorframe, 150 kilos of pure muscle and sinew, with biceps thicker than your plush thighs. The time you walked in on him in the shower (totally by accident, you understand) sealed it. He was equally huge down below, a cock as long and thick as your forearm. You got wet just thinking about burying that flared monster in your cunt. You just had to get around his obnoxious fidelity first.

That's where a little bit of magic comes in.

Magical study can be understood as ten domains, or spheres, interacting with one another. Forces is the flashy one for tossing fireballs, entropy is the scary one for making things degrade, life is the one for healing wounds or changing your shape, if you can think of it, there's a sphere that does it. Your speciality was a little more esoteric: correspondence. Correspondence is the magic of spatial relationship, specifically the realisation that distances are an illusion and can be subverted with a little know-how and just enough gumption. Theoretically, correspondence lets you teleport too, through a process of literally not being here and being somewhere else, but when that goes wrong it's not uncommon to accidentally become part of a building or worse, so prudent mages only pull that trick in times of direst need.

This trick was almost too easy. You'd get his usual cocksleeve, take out the insert, and link the end of it with the gusset of a pair of knickers. Barely a party trick, it's the same mechanism for pulling a rabbit out of a hat, though with any luck there wouldn't be any pulling out happening. A few magic words, and one exsanguinated mouse later, a hazy film lay on the top of the toy you'd pilfered. You pushed a finger into it, and watched it come out of the inside of the underwear you'd used for the other side. Pulling on the panties you tested again.

Yep, you could feel your finger stroking your pussy lips, a hint of wetness coming away on your hand as you did. You'd always been curious of this. You brought the tube to your face, smelling the warmth of your cunt through the portal as you licked yourself through it. Damn, you taste good. Too good, and god does it feel right. Your tongue explored your nethers, running up and down your slit, lapping up your wetness and circling your clit. Either you're a natural at this, or you're getting far too turned on by the idea of being able to really fuck yourself.

It wasn't easy to stop, but you knew if you let yourself cum like that you'd be there all day, and you wanted to be out of the house before Andy came home from work. He was always pent up when he came back, and modifying his normal cocksleeve into your enchanted pocket pussy was a simple job. He probably wouldn't notice, at least not until he was already balls deep into you. By that point, he might not care.

Replacing the toy, you slipped on a sundress and made your way to the park. You weren't going to risk being caught in the flat while he wanked off with you. There's a quiet spot under a weeping willow, right near the river, about a mile into the park where nobody goes, not even the dog walkers.

That's where you sat, channeling the power of the river and the forest, recharging as you waited. Getting fucked here would probably help, if anything, sex carries powerful magic. It's just a pity he wouldn't be here in person.

Something touched you. A gentle fingertip slid some lube over your pussy, coating your lips in a cold, slick film. The finger pushed in, rubbing the lubricant around the inside of you, feeling the texture of your inner walls. It pulled out. Moments passed. Seconds felt like hours as your mind raced. Of course he'd figure it out, he'd have to lube his toy before fucking it otherwise that huge bitch-breaker would rip it in half!

Or not. The flare pressed against your hole briefly, before forcing its way in. You groped a tit as it pushed in, filling you slowly before he started fucking himself properly. He was going fast, faster than anyone could fuck. Every push made you yelp, your eyes rolling back as it hammered into you, getting deeper and deeper with every push. Your yelps and whines reached a crescendo, the hammering cock driving you to orgasm hard against it.

You felt yourself tensing, gripping the flared beast inside you as your toes curled and your body shook. The force of the orgasm almost made you fall backwards, your arms catching you as your back arched, your hips pushing up against a man who wasn't there as you groaned.

He wasn't far behind. The flare flattened against the entrance of your womb as he pulsed into you, delivering his cum right where you wanted it. The thick liquid steamed through your cervix in a river, filling you in an instant before threatening to spray out around the sides. He held the toy down, keeping you hilted as he pumped you to bursting.

At last, the flare started to recede, he pulled out. You felt the still too wide tip pulling on your entrance before popping out in a fountain of thick cum. You lay, panting on the sparse grass, shielded from passers-by by the fronds of the willows above. It's another simple spell to prevent pregnancy, a handful of river water mixed with a little ash and daubed over your belly neutralises the semen filling your womb. Life magic wasn't your speciality, but a witch knows the rudiments.

You picked yourself up and started to walk back to the main park. It's about a 20-minute walk at a decent clip, but you were taking your time.

Something touched your pussy again. Not a finger, not Andy's flared member, something else. Thinner, shorter, already leaking fluid into you. Have you been borrowed?

The new cock was slower, fucking you like it was savoring the experience. The minotaur cum lubricating him as he slid in and out.

You looked for somewhere to duck out of the way, slipping into a bush as the cock slowly fucked you. It wasn't as big as the minotaur, but the languid pace made you squirm.

It sped up for a few pumps, making you arch yourself again, before slowing down. The cock twitching and throbbing in your cunt, it hadn't knotted you yet, the slippery precum adding to the mix of fluids dripping out of you.

Over and over, the slow stroking punctuated by fast thrusts, each time drawing moans and gasps from you as the canid cock edged inside you; each time brought you to the very edge, before slowing back down and leaving you panting.

The fast fucking started again, this time you clenched yourself against it, feeling the thickness of the cock pressing back at you. You created your peak, tears welling in your eyes as you half-moaned, half-sobbed your release. The knot filled you up, and another man's cum started to fill you.

Walking is hard when you have a tennis ball sized knot plugging you up, harder still when that knot is moving and thrusting with a mind of its own.

You staggered home, the knot staying hard, holding the rest of his cock in you as it twitched and pumped more and more into you. Lupine cum isn't as thick as a minotaur's, but there's just so much of it; you could feel it dripping down your legs, the unmistakable smell of fresh cum filling your nostrils. You were just glad you didn't need to take the bus.

You finally got home, the knot still in you, and slid into your room, waiting for it to pull out.

A knock on the door

"Hey" It's Andy "I know what you did. I gave you to Paul, he's loaded Brian up with boner pills, so don't expect to be getting out any time soon. Next time you want to hook up, just ask, OK?"

Well, looks like you're in for the long haul.

Worth it.

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Not sure how I did on that. The minotaur fucking was fun, but was the lupine as good, or did it overstay its welcome? Maybe I'm being over critical because it's my work.

Either way, if you have a request for any scenarios you want to see or kinks you want me to explore, please do drop an ask! If you're not sure if it oversteps any boundaries, send it and I'll make a decision. The worst I'll say is no

[shandoratheexplorer]

Bone 1: The hosts

Coming to you with a gentle reminder that these boys are versatile~

Octavian and Astarion are hosting the wedding to make sure Karlach and Shadowheart have everything they could ever imagine.

But that doesn't mean those two horndogs will behave.

As Astarion steps out of the bridal suite, the door closing softly behind him, he nearly collides with a familiar wall of warmth and muscle. His breath catches, but not from surprise—rather from the unmistakable scent that wraps around him in an instant. Fine wine laced with steel and something less tangible yet deeply intoxicating—like candle smoke caught in sunlight, celestial and comforting all at once. It's the scent of him. His husband. Astarion's lips curve into a smile before he even looks up. His arms find their way around Octavian's waist with practiced ease, sliding beneath the rich folds of his formal attire. He presses his cheek to his husband's shoulder for a lingering moment, as though grounding himself there. "Hello", he murmurs, the word barely more than a breath, spoken directly into the space between them. Octavian responds without hesitation, arms encircling him with a quiet strength that never fails to make Astarion feel both treasured and tamed. His lips brush over the tip of Astarion's ear in a whisper of a kiss, warm and intimate. "Hello", he echoes, voice low and threaded with affection. "I was looking for you." "Me?" Astarion leans back just enough to study his husband's face, head tilted in soft curiosity. "Why me?" But the question answers itself the moment Octavian's hand rises to tilt Astarion's chin upward. He kisses him—firm, sure and unhurried. Astarion melts into it with a quiet sigh through his nose, his lashes fluttering closed as his mouth parts for a deeper kiss, one that speaks of familiarity and fire in equal measure. When Octavian's hands wander down his sides to give his backside a firm squeeze, Astarion breaks the kiss with a soft, indulgent laugh. "Really?" he purrs, one brow arching with amusement. "Now?" His fingers toy with the ornate collar of Octavian's attire, tracing the intricate embroidery stitched in gleaming thread. "Aren't you supposed to be officiating the wedding, my love?"

[chososdiscordkitten]

lord Choso might need 2 parts if it gets any longer, Jesus Christ.

[martiniluvr]

I’m just getting back into reading Jason Todd works again and your writing has me in a chokehold 😭 Thank you so much (and keep up the brilliant work!) 🙏🏻

thank YOU omg I’ve missed hearing from u guys 😋 some jason thoughts coming at y’all in the next few days as penance for disappearing for a while 💘

[renshengs]

the problem with when i get into fairly popular ships is i get into my very hyperspecific interpretation of that ship. combine that with my generally picky attitude towards fanfic and you get "well if no one's going to write it I'LL write it". so here we are. it's happened before and it's happening again

[fan-therapy]

Tickle You Internally- ft. Phantom, Cirrus, and Rain

A/n: ah yes, the long awaited smut that i started writing this morning because i was bored. anyways. this is one of my favorite pieces i've made, it's not perfect (especially the ending), but overall, i like it. i've also never written a threesome before, so yeah. had fun with this.

warnings- ADULT CONTENT, smut, smut smut smut, three way, semi-public (it's not explicitly mentioned where they are but they're somewhere in the ministry), deepthroat, top! rain, top! cirrus, bottom! phantom, yes ik that i complain when other writers make rain a top but i am a hypocrite, riding, porn with no plot whatsoever, nothing else that i can think of (lmk if there are others i should add!!!!)

"That's it.... good boy... you're a good boy, Phanty."

Phantom felt like he was about to fucking pass out.

He didn't know how much more he could take- god, the feeling of Cirrus's hands grasping at his waist, moving his hips faster against her thigh was almost intoxicating. His jeans felt so tight, so restraining against his movements.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his back and his movements slowed- but didn't stop- to a rough, jerky grind. He looked up- Rain. With glassy eyes, he stared up at the older ghoul. He almost, almost felt embarrassed but he couldn't find the heart in him to care.

"You heard?"

Rain nodded. "New bug can't find it in himself to stay quiet." Phantom's hand reached out, grasping at Rain's palm until he finally interlocked shaky fingers with him. "Go on, good boy. Make yourself feel better."

He let out a guttural groan, pupils blown in lust. The feeling of Rain's cold hands on his skin and Cirrus's thigh beneath him was too much, too painful, yet not enough at the same time. He started to move his hips again, muttering little 'thankyouthankyouthankyou-'s under his breath.

Just as he felt his was going to hit the edge, Rain dropped his hand and reached to hold his hips still. "Not yet." He whispered in his ear. Cirrus pressed a soft kiss to his throat.

"Not... not..." He mumbled, feeling so disoriented. "But- But I was right there, I was so c-close, please..!"

"Shhh..." Cirrus hummed. "Don't worry, we'll take care of you." He felt himself be hoisted up off of Cirrus's lap, instead laid down on the floor on his back. The two ghouls loomed down over him. A hand brushed the hair out of his face.

He whimpered as Cirrus climbed onto his lap, palming his cock as she unzipped her jeans and tossed them to the floor. "Rainy and I are gonna make you feel good." She mumbled, giving him a few good strokes before lining him up with her hole and slowly sinking down on top of him. Rain undid his own pants. "Just relax."

Cirrus slowly started to move, bouncing just slightly to test the waters, see what made him tick. It was overwhelming. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he let out a whimpery cry. Rain tilted his head back, pressing his cock to his lips as Phantom opened his mouth. For a moment, he was still, just letting Phantom suck on his tip before bracing a hand against the floor and moving his hips forward.

"Breathe through your nose." He said as Phantom gagged. Rain was further down his throat than his thought was possible, slowly sliding in and out. "You're too tense, relax. Like that, that's good."

Cirrus was moving a lot rougher now, hands and feet placed against the floor to give her a little bit of momentum. "Good boy, just relax and take it for us. Take it for Rain, okay?"

He tried to hard to respond, but really the only response he could get was a moan and his cock twitching inside of her. Rain had sped up by a lot, thrusting in and out of his throat. His hand gently slid over the smaller ghoul's throat, feeling the way his cock moved inside of him.

"Oooo, I think he's close." Cirrus said, grinning at Rain. He nodded, listening to the way Phantom moaned around him. Every noise sent vibrations up his body.

Phantom let out an especially loud moan, shaking underneath the two ghouls. "That's it Phantom, cum for us." Before he could even think about responding, he felt like his soul was literally leaving his body, unable to hold back any longer as he came, hard. Tears were starting to roll down his face. He was so overwhelmed, but it felt so goddamn good. By this point, he was certain that the entire ministry could hear him.

Cirrus sped up her movements, hand coming down to rub at her clit as she chased her own orgasm. After a few moments, she sighed, tensing up as she finished before pulling off of him and reaching for her sweater and pants.

Rain was still down his throat, hips starting to stutter as he let out little groans.

"Just a moment more, just give me a little more and I'll be done, I swear..." He mumbled, grabbing his face to keep his head in place as he thrusted. His movements were getting more erratic, more rough and desperate.

It didn't take long before he let out a guttural groan, thick ropes of cum spilling down Phantom's throat. "Swallow it." He demanded, pulling out. Panting, Phantom immediately obeyed. Rain stood up, stretching his back. The newer ghoul was busy laying on the floor, trying to catch his breath. By now, Cirrus was completely dressed and standing over him.

"Think he's okay?" Rain asked, gesturing to him.

"Sure." Cirrus picked up the sweatpants and t-shirt that Phantom had been wearing, then dropped it on top of him. "He will be. Now come on, get dressed. Dinner's almost ready."

Phantom rolled over, hair disheveled and face flushed. He stood up on shaky knees, bracing himself against the wall to stay steady. He followed the other two ghouls out of the room.

When they reached the dining room, Swiss looked up at him.

"You alright, Phantom?"

"You look rough." Mountain added.

"It's... fine." He mumbled.

"He fell asleep." Rain said, taking his seat. Cirrus pulled him to sit down. "Yeah, we had to wake him up."

[vindicta-reliquiae]

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[merakiui]

azul has that single dad on vacation vibe nailed to a T in that new card and i’m going insane. i will be his wifey so he never again has to be a single dad on vacation

He's literally this:

But it's okay because he makes it look so good. orz I will also be his wifey so that when he has his next vacation trip he won't be alone. <3 anything to make dilf Azul happy hehe!!! >:3c

[kabr0ztrousers]

a fem!reader getting captured in a cave by a well endowed male lamia (with two cocks of course), using his immense strength to keep her bound up while he uses her like a fleshlight for who knows how long (it’s real dark in the cave so when she’s drifting in and out of consciousness due to exhaustion, she has no way of knowing how much time has passed)

Kabr0z Writes Episode 75: Snakes in a Cave

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Noncon; breeding; kidnap; imprisonment; bondage; intox; envenomation; impregnation

A/N: You mightn't have thought this was going to be yesterday's bonus, but has been giving me such difficulty!

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You'd never been caving before. You much preferred the open sky above you, but your friends had managed to cajole you into following them to their subterranean hobby. Of course, when your body includes seven feet of undulating tail dragging behind you, getting gear that fits is a bit of a pain. Nevertheless, they managed and so you descended with them. Headlamp and helmet strapped tightly under your chin, you negotiated your long, sinusoidal body down the narrow cave. It felt a shame to hide your emerald scales from the sunlight, but your body was well adapted for the dark tunnels under the earth.

You remembered stories your grandmother told you as a girl, how hundreds of years ago Nagas ruled the caves beneath mankind, first emerging some decades after magic started returning to the surface, joining the minotaurs, the catmen, and the werewolves. It fed into the stories everyone learns at school; one part myth, one part history, detailing the first appearances of what modern society would refer to as "variants" - though the term encompasses everyone with human intellect but not-entirely-human physiology, an umbrella so large as to be functionally useless.

You were last into the cave, your tail made it almost impractical for anyone to follow you. Thankfully, you're a strong climber as it turns out. Your body moved so easily through the caves it was hard not to believe this is what you were built for. You slid this way and that, following the man in front of you.

You yelped. A spider the size of your open hand had shot between you and your friend. It only took a moment to carry on its way, but it was long enough that you lost sight of the boots in front of you as they disappeared into the gloom. You listened out, able to hear the scrambling men in front of you. Following on was simple enough, right? You sure hoped so as you slithered on, flat chest held against the rockface as you slid through gaps just wide enough to fit through, the cold rock pressing in to you on both sides.

It never occurred to you that the men you were supposedly following were both quite substantially broader than you, nor how they said they were following an introductory route, with no tight squeezes. This became all too clear when the tunnel spat you out into a wider opening, tumbling down to the bottom of a cavern. You landed on your back, tail lay out, staring at the hole in the ceiling that dropped you here.

You looked around, the cave walls were bare. The only light was coming from your headlamp, anemic and yellow-tinged. You got up, slowly moving around the perimeter of the room. There were a couple of ways onwards from here, but you felt it's a better idea to stay put. The thought of being lost down here chilled you, even more than the cool stone under you. Hopefully staying put and not getting more lost would help.

You gave up staring down the crevice, turning back to the centre of the room.

You screamed.

A naga stood at the other end of the room. Tall and pale, his wide eyes milky white, forked tongue tasting the air. He could sense you, even without sight, sliding towards you, in no hurry to close the gap. You tried to squeeze into then gap, making a little progress before he grabbed your tail, yanking you backwards as your nails scraped the sides. Inch by inch you slid back into the cavern. The pale serpent gripped you tight, claws digging in to you. He drew you into his grasp, wrapping you in his tail as you struggled in vain against the muscular body intertwining yours. He bit your shoulder, cold numbness radiating from the site as his paralytic venom took hold. Your arm went to sleep, then your neck started to ache, followed by the other arm, then your tail began to shut down, losing control over its movements as the toxin shut down your motor neurons. You felt the naga holding you, almost gently as he wrapped himself tighter around your body.

He was stripping off your clothes, little by little, starting by revealing your body, then the form-fitting skirt around your hips, revealing your genital slit as the twin shafts of his cock stood to meet it.

His hand strayed to your slit, gently parting the lips, testing the supple flesh within. Was it the venom making you wet? You hoped so. Either way, you could feel him pressing two fingers into you with ease, rubbing your moisture around your opening, readying you for him. His body moved around yours, pressing the double-shafted cock against you.

The shafts slid into your welcoming body, fitting like a jigsaw piece. You gasped a little as it filled you, better than your baseliner boyfriend ever could, the twin shafts finding their marks inside you. Just because your body wasn't listening to you, didn't mean it wasn't sending sensation back. You felt every inch of the ribbed, tapering hemipene as he gyrated next to you, sliding it in and out, unhurried in all things. You aren't going anywhere, after all.

His cocks felt amazing, pressing and probing in ways you'd never felt before. It was like you were made for him. Your eyes rolled in your head, your tail twitching as you approached your peak, cunt squeezing against him as you came around him. You felt his cocks spasm inside, starting to fill you with his seed. He bit you again, more venom flowing into your body, knocking you out.

You woke up, he was still around you, soft cocks still inside you. You tried to wriggle out of his grip, but only succeeded in waking the sleeping snake. He dosed you again with his fangs, needling into the meat of your shoulder again as the familiar numbness took you again. Again, he started slowly thrusting in and out, picking up speed at the grunts and moans that escaped you as your breath caught and your body responded to his. Again, you spasmed and shook as orgasm took you over, milking him into you as he gave you more of his venom, putting you out for another spell.

Again and again the cycle repeated, each time you woke he'd stir again, or already be midway through having his way with you. The light on your helmet long since went out.

Every so often he wouldn't be there when you woke, only to return some hours later with some variety of rat or other cave-dwelling rodent he'd swallow down, before tossing the other paralysed creature to you. Eventually he stopped biting you before having his way. Eventually you started to let him.

And so time went on, fucktoy for a blind, almost feral naga. You could feel the eggs moving inside you, fertile with your brood.

This is your life now

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Yeah, yeah, this should've gone up like 7 hours ago, but I literally fell asleep after finishing it

Expect tonight's episode tonight, I guess?

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hi tags 👋🏻

due to the influx of pedro pascal gifs on my dash i NEED a plot with him, give me angst. give me pining. give me fluff. give me smut. anything, i beg.

here, here and here are a few ideas. like this or dm if you wanna write 🤸🏻‍♀️