#mating press

[dumbftmpup]

i need someone to put me in a mating press and cum inside me like right this second. preferably ten minutes ago. pleasepleaseplease someone cum inside me

[mb9990]

I have a fantasy of being recorded on video while being bred at a ranch, so that the video can be used for instructional purposes for those in the breeding industry…

I’m in a breeding stall, tightly restrained in a mating press position, knees bent back completely to my chest with a camera pointed right at my cunt. There’s a small crew present to film the breeding, and some handlers are there to offer instruction and steer the bull who will be used to inseminate me.

I have been tied up for around an hour while the crew talks amongst themselves and sets up the shot. Finding the perfect angle for the camera, moving the studio lights around, trying to find a good neutral appearance befitting of an instructional video. They talk about their day, what they want for lunch, what they’re going to do after work, all while standing around me, the breeding stock with her wet pussy completely vulnerable and on display.

I was reluctant to have my breeding recorded and being shown to thousands of people interested in entering the industry, but the contract I signed when I registered to be a breeder meant I didn’t have much of a choice. I try not to think about it as I wait for the crew to finish up.

Once it’s all set up, the handlers go to retrieve the bull. The camera switches on, and a handler walks to my side as he starts speaking to the camera.

“Here we have our breeding stock, already set up for insemination, as you can see. The mating press is a simple, easy breeding position that doesn’t require much set up. Just make sure to firmly restrain the legs and arms so that you retain the ideal angle for fertilization throughout the process. You may want to raise the buttocks slightly, as we’ve done here, to ensure the best chances of insemination.”

I shiver a bit at hearing it stated so calmly and matter-of-factly. The ideal angle for fertilization. Something about the straightforward presentation of it all made my pussy clench.

The bull enters the stall now, a muscular man with an unnaturally large cock (a result of the hormones given to increase virility) that is already mostly erect when he is led in. The handler continues as the camera pans towards him.

“And here we have the bull, already manually stimulated before being introduced to the breeder. Manual stimulation is not necessary, as the bull’s body will naturally produce an erection once exposed to ovulating breeding stock. But manual stimulation can help streamline the process.”

The bull is already pushing against his handlers when he realizes I’m in the room, but they hold onto him tightly. Seeing the large cock that was soon going to be buried deep inside of me lifted some of my nervousness. My cunt starts to swell with arousal, and I’m distracted enough not to be embarrassed by the trail of lubricant I can feel already leaking down my ass crack. In anticipation, I squirm and try to buck against my restraints, but I’m locked in way too firmly to do anything but wiggle slightly.

“As you can see, the stock is ready for the bull as well. Poor girl is eager to get started, so let’s not keep her waiting…”

The bull was lead over, his monstrous cock now leaking precum and throbbing as it bobbed closer and closer to me. Trepidation turned into a sick sort of thrill as he approached, knowing that whether or not I was prepared for it, in just a few moments I was going to be bred on camera in front of a crew of strangers… but the handler had to interject once more.

“This is the easy part: let the bull do his thing. Try not to interrupt once it’s started, as the bull will get aggressive if you try to intervene in a breeding.”

The bull is finally released, mounting me immediately and possessively burying his cock in my fertile cunt. I tried not to, but an audible whimper of submission was pushed out of me as his first thrust sent his thick, veiny shaft sliding comfortably all the way to the base. I could see the camera crew moving around, adjusting the camera so that no detail of my claiming would remain uncaptured.

With his shaft fully hilted within me, and the sound of a camera slightly shifting focus, it hit me fully. I was really being bred, impregnated for an educational video. Thousands of people were going to watch this, my breeding, the claiming of my pussy by a bull, for many years to come. My pussy tensed involuntarily in perverse pleasure.

The bull shifted his hips around, trying to find the right angle, his thick shaft tilting around in the cunt he was going to thoroughly mark as his own. He had been struggling against the handlers, but as soon as he was able to dock himself inside of me he slowed down. He almost leisurely explored his property, grinding his shaft deeper and testing what felt best. For this moment, I was nothing but a warm, tight hole built for receiving his cum, and he was going to treat me as such.

I once again tried to leverage my body to achieve some friction, feeling terribly teased from an almost unmoving, throbbing shaft filling me and pressing up against my cervix. My shifting causes the bull to emphasize my complete submission, placing a firm hand down on my thigh to truly prevent me from moving. I can’t help but release another whimpering moan to be recorded for all to hear.

But that wasn’t the only sound for long. The bull suddenly raises his hips, his shaft glistening with my wetness, pulling out until just the glans is left inside of me and...

Plap.

The first real thrust slams down into me, the entire length of his cock and balls making a creamy slap as he slams all of his length into me. It knocks another whimper out of me. His hips raise again, his long, confident strokes seemingly signaling to all around that this was his breeder, and no one could take that away from him.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

He never pulled all the way out, always stopping right when the thick crown of the glans was just about to pop out again, before he’d claim his property once more. As with all bulls, there was no hope he would be doing anything but cumming deep, deep inside of you, leaving you full to the brim with as many babies as you could hold.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

His thrusts came faster and faster, almost mechanical in precision as he held me in place and used my hole as his warm, living fleshlight. I try to shift in angle, squirm, anything, but I knew this was going to happen on his terms. I moaned in perverse pleasure as I imagined what I looked like on camera, just a close view of my pussy and ass pointed at the sky as I’m used as a personal bull fuck toy. My cunt stretching wide to accept his girth, my ass jiggling as I’m made to take his pounding thrusts over and over again. I could hear the sound of my cunt, an embarrassingly loud, wet squelching that the camera was sure to record in detail. It was highlighted by the now rhythmic whines he was pounding out of me as I lost the control to stop myself. The thrusts start coming fast and firm as he prepared to fill me with babies…

Plap.

—Ah—

Plap.

—Ah—

Plap.

—Ah-h—

The camera crew was transfixed as the bull impales me with finality, warm balls pressed tight against my taint. I loll my head back, eyes unfocused, and slur out the only words I had said all day.

“Breed me— please— fill me with babies— ahh—“

I cum as his scrotum tenses, the first of many firm jets of cum planted deep inside of me. His hand presses me down firmly as I jerk and shudder from the orgasm, keeping me securely in place as he slowly pumps me with pulse after pulse of heavy, warm seed. The video captures every intimate detail of the insemination: the subtle movement of his balls emptying into me, the goosebumps on my asscheeks as I feel my womb slowly filling and ballooning with each thick pump, and the sound of the bull quietly huffing as he stays firmly hilted into me, to make sure the job is done.

The voice of the handler rings loud in the quiet, walking to the side of our joined bodies.

“The bull will want to remain locked like this for some time, it helps ensure pregnancy is achieved. Do not interrupt this process, he will dismount when he is ready.”

I feel the building pressure in my womb come to a stop as his pumps got smaller and smaller. I go limp as the orgasm leaves my body, and I try to relax into the feeling of being plugged tight. As he holds me down for another minute, I can’t help but think about how during these slow moments of film his seed was actively fertilizing me on camera: this was the exact moment of my impregnation.

After a minute or two, bull had started to soften within me, and suddenly his weight was gone as he pulled out his semi-erect, leaking cock. I felt the pressure lessen slightly in my womb as a thick bubble of excess cum pushes its way out of my cunt.

The exhausted bull was led out of the stall as the camera panned once again to the handler.

“As you can probably tell,” he chuckles, “it’s very unlikely that the breeding stock will be left unfertilized after a properly coordinated breeding session. But to assure a 100% chance of success, it is recommended to leave the breeder in the mating position for another hour or two.”

The camera pans back to me again, capturing my restrained body, gaping pussy still slowly bubbling cum, stomach bulging from my filled womb. The camera pans away as he enthusiastically reads the final lines of the script.

“Once you’re done with this final precaution: congratulations! You will have successfully bred your stock. Of course, this is only the first step, as the pregnancy will be a lengthy process, and you’ll want to be prepared beforehand in order to ensure the offspring will be properly nurtured throughout. We will be returning to this breeder over the coming months to record the pregnancy process for you all, and provide you with all the knowledge you’ll need to ensure large, healthy offspring. Thanks for watching the first installment: we’ll see you back here in a few months!”

[trans-fairy-goddess]

*nuzzles you* mating press? *kisses you* mating press please? *grinds my tight hole against your crotch* pleaseeeeeee

I need someone to keep breeding me until I get pregnant

[junidaeys]

okay. Hear me out..this has been in my head for the past week. A bully getting dicked down by someone who he thought was an easy target.

[ warning: mating press, no aftercare]

An absolute ass of a bully tormenting his high school, literally just your average joe ass guy. One day he’s pushing people in lockers, slappin’ lunch trays out of hands yadayada.. until someone stops him and that someone is you! The new student.

He’s obviously pissed, so the next few days he’s only targeting you. You obviously notice with your little nerd self and decide to confront him because you also obviously have very big balls.

He soon finds out later that you having big balls was in fact not a metaphor, but is quite literally the cold dark solid truth.

_______

So soon he was folded with his knees to his shoulders, absolutely howling and crying like a pornstar while you drill your girth balls deep into his boypuss.

“Oh! Oh! Please Mr. Bully! ‘S too much! Ah! So mean mister-“ you cut him off with a thrust, a clap echoed through the room. Your palms pushed down the small cup underneath his knees, keeping him trapped and unable to escape the pleasure consuming him.

Your unbelievably heavy balls smacked with every thrust.

“Yeah? Should have thought twice before saying all those mean things huh? Yeah you- mn. Better say sorry.” You groaned as he threw his head back.

“Now this bully, is gonna bully his scary cock into ya. So take all my seed.” You bit your lip, using one of your free hands to slick back your hair with the sweat dripping from your temple before pushing your palms back on his legs again.

He shook his head, “no! ‘s so dirty please mister have m-ah! Mercy!” He begged, though you saw metaphoric hearts form in his eyes.

You scoffed, pushing one last time before squirting your cum into him. He mewled, eyes squeezing shut.

You pulled out and smacked his thigh, leaving him with cum dripping from his used and abused cunt, only cleaning yourself up while u just threw him a wet rag and left.

——-

I mean hey, it ain’t my best. But, that’s how u gotta treat bullies.

[imbuppy]

I know us bottoms are always asking to be mating pressed but like I cannot explain to you how good it is for us. To be completely surrounded and pinned with no chance for escape. I don’t want to leave, not when your cock is pressed against my cervix. But knowing that you want to keep me right there beneath you feels so good.

[smol-petgrl]

romantic, missionary sex where they tenderly kiss your neck and coo in your ear about how much they love you

[cimarronshero]

i just want to be manhandled please. pin me down with your bodyweight. hold my hips to set the pace while i grind against you. take my wrists and put them over my head. rut into me as you keep me in a mating press. grab me and flip me over my stomach. don't let me think. just make me take it like your good boy.

[dollya-robinprotector]

I'm gonna be your Mariah Carey cuz IT'S TIMEEEEEEEEEEEEE-!!

Sorry for disappearing for so long guys TTOTT) Stuff happened, anw have this uhhhh mating press to celebrate D.D.D.

Also, I'm re-opening the DoL Merch pre-order and will post the link to the Form on Monday, 12 a.m (GMT+7) Remember to check and do not miss this time!

That's all for today, byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[honeyssweetened]

Pegging him while twisting one of his nipples with one hand and choking him with your other hand. A cock ring around his balls and another one is on his dick. You eventually remove your hands to maneuver him into a mating press, precum dripping all down his stomach and chest

[lewdimagines]

true form! sukuna pumping his cock in and out of you as the other one twitched in neediness, lewd moans and slapping of your skin being connected with his made you go crazy you wanted this..no you needed this you needed to get bred by him “ fuckin whore you want this don’t cha? “ the first pair of arms would wrap around you waist holding you still so his hips could go faster “ mm! Sukuna its too deep pull out a bitt! “ your cries were deafened as he just went deeper into your warm hole “ fuck.. yer telling me to pull out but how am i supposed to do that if your slutty hole is gripping me?! “ he was right you didn’t want him to pull out you wanted his seed deep into you so you could hurry up and get pregnant “ mm haah~ deeper kuna deeper “ his face had a big smirk plastered on his face “ aww switching up already? My dick that fucking good “ he started to put your shaky legs on his shoulder and tower onto your body even more putting some of his weight onto you, he put you in a mating press..it was perfect for the needs you wanted “ get me pregnant sukuna~ i need your kidss “ your words slurred as this position got him way deeper his balls smacking against your ass as he huffed loudly “ slutty bitch.. all you want is cock and my seed “ he hissed shoving his head into your neck, his thrusts getting rougher and slower you could feel the veins of his cock..this feeling made you so high “ kunaa mm kuna “ thats all you could say he loved it, he loved how anytime he put his fingers or cock into your small hole you’d turn into a braindead whore “ you want a baddie so fucking..hah bad how bout i give ya one? “ he pinned your legs near your head and started his pace back up staring at you face “ o-ohh~! Shit shit shittt kuna i’ll come if you do that! “ he didnt care because thats what he wanted, he wanted you to bust on his cock. He moaned loudly as his cock twitched “ yea? Gonna cum cus of big ol me how bout we cum together ? “ your walls tightened around his twitching cock as you let out a loud mewl, making him throw his head back in pleasure he finally came into your tiny cunt..and you came on his cock hard way too hard for your body to handle, you were a twitching mess when he was done with you. Your arms covering uour face “ what do you say when someone gives you a biggg present..? “ he said a bit out breath “ thank you~ thank you kuna! “

[narcissistichedonist]

firmly pinning your slender legs up in the air

viciously gripping your delicate thighs to keep you still

vigorously wrecking your tight pussy without restraint

adoringly admiring your pretty face twist in pleasure

gleefully hearing your sweet whimpers echo throughout the room

generously filling your needy hole with my cum

isn’t it so much fun when i fuck you in a mating press, my sweet little doll ?

[yumritohru]

is it just me or is mating press just the hottest position ever ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE BEING FUCKED BY A BIG STRONG MAN? The feeling of not being able to get out of it because of how much bigger they are? the feeling of their huge cock just dropping down hitting the cervix roughly? the sound of our skin hitting everytime they thrust? 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

(sorry this ain't that good, im new to this shi)

[escapisms-posts]

𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒍 𝑫𝒊𝒙𝒐𝒏 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒑𝒕 2 ᯓ★

When Daryl found out you were a virgin he couldn’t get the thought of being the first one to stretch your perfect pussy open.

When he’s alone, he’ll reach down his pants and stroke himself, wondering if you ever played with yourself. His cock twitches at the thought of you moaning out his name. He knows he shouldn’t be thinking this way about you, but he can’t help himself. 

Whenever you bend down to pick something up or accidentally bump into him, it sets a flame inside him. All he can wonder is if you're as warm as he imagines. 

You call it an early night and go into your house in Alexandria. Daryl's eyes follow you as you shut the front door behind you. Thinking to himself that this might be his chance to have alone time with you, he follows you shortly after. He finds you with your legs spread across the bed, desperately trying to finger yourself with little success. His cock stretches against the fabric of his pants-watching your hips rock into your hands. 

When he finally gets you alone, it's so obvious you're nervous. Unable to hold eye contact with the man who's holding your thighs apart. Daryl whispers, “Relax, it’s gonna feel good, promise.” 

A loud whine escapes your lips as you feel him push his cock inside you, your skin making room for him for the first time. Taking all of him in, your body twitches with all types of new feelings. Tears are pooling in your eyes from the pain, yet you want him to keep going.

Once he gets a taste of you, his self-control goes out the window. He locks you into a mean mating press, holding your arms down as he pounds into your tight pussy. His eyes lock with yours, dire grunts and curses leaving his lips like he was being deprived of you-and he’s finally getting his fix.

When he’s close he makes you sit up and shoves his cock in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. Fucking your skull until he unloads himself. Leaving you with no choice but to swallow.

Before he goes down on you, he vowed, “Let’s find out what you like together.” Before his tongue violently attacks your clit. Your hips buckle towards him-while your chest arches towards the ceiling. Blurting out sharp moans, your mind in protest-but your body longs for this feeling. 

When he comes back up for air, your juices dripping down his face. Daryl’s lips crash into yours-forcing you to taste yourself. His hands tangled in your hair, your skin flushed. His tongue danced with yours as your hands dug into his back. 

Daryl has you in his lap-three fingers deep inside you. His free hand groping your breast. You throw your head back on his shoulder, the sound of your body clenching around him. The only thing filling your ears is Daryl telling you how much he loves how needy you are for him.

[laduenadelswing]

Roommate Simon; Ghost x Reader

MDNI

Roommate Simon tends to run away from his feelings. After your kiss incident, Ghost withdrew from you, denying the affection and love he felt for you. The kiss made him feel so alive and energetic. He hated how much he loved it. He hated how safe and vulnerable he felt. Simon hated how much he appreciated you, since the first day his eyes lingered on you. He resented that he could distinguish your fragrance from anything else and knew exactly when you have been in the kitchen or the living room.

Simon Riley rarely smiled, but when the smell of your perfume hit him like a shot of heroin, he couldn't suppress his smile. You were way too kind and innocent for a war machine like him. You were way too innocent to realize that even when Simon was on a mission, he knew exactly what you were doing. Did you never really consider, that he might be so paranoid he keeps track of you?

He always had the opportunity to keep track on your whereabouts, but Simon never needed to be that intrusive, you were happy to tell him everything. When an exam of yours went well, you texted him. As your boyfriend broke up with you, you called him. That has been the best news Simon has received in his life.

While you were looking at some YouTube Videos on the couch, Simon had a nap. He was quite distant towards you after the kiss, you didn't want to push it any further. You hated yourself for being so stupid, to let him kiss you. You could know better than assuming he liked you that way. He was probably just stressed after a mission, you thought as the door rang. Who could ring your door on a Saturday afternoon?

“Hi, can I talk to Simon. Wait? Does someone called Simon, life here?”

A tall guy with a beautiful tan, a dark brown Mohawk and piercing blue eyes asked you directly. Who was that, and why would he want to talk to Simon? Your thoughts were racing like a Formula One car. “Speechless?” He asked as he punched your shoulder lightly. “Quit it Johnny!” Simons deep voice echoed through the flat. “Come in.” You smiled, as he glanced at you. Confused, you let Johnny in, gave him a drink and walked back into your room. Simon walked out of his bedroom, his eyes wandering over your body. He stopped at your face, your eyes piercing into his soul. Simon resented how much power you had over him.

“Lt. I didn't know you're that good with the Ladies. When did you plan to introduce me to her?”

"She's my roommate." he replied, his voice flat.

"Roommate, huh?" Soap raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Well, she's a damn fine-looking one."

Simon turned away, his gaze fixed on the window. He couldn't deny the truth. You were beautiful, intelligent, and kind. He'd fallen for you, hard. But he was a soldier, the ghost, who lived in the shadows. Love was a luxury he couldn't afford. He was a monster, and you were an angel. You were two worlds apart, destined never to meet, still you lived under the same roof. Ghost loved how caring you were, how your sweet gestures make him feel, how you're arms wrapped around his shoulders when you hug him sometimes. Simon would never forget, how your lips felt on his, your perfect lips melting into his. So plump and soft, the taste of strawberries laced on them. Intoxicating like Cocaine, for Simon equally addicting, since that he wanted to kiss you every day, everywhere. When you looked at him the morning after your kiss, a coffee into your hands, the hair messy and a confused look on your face.

Simon wanted to pick you up, throw you onto his bed and show you how much he loved you, how much he desired you, how much he worshipped you.

Johnny and Simon left the apartment to go to the city, drinking, catching up and talking about upcoming missions. Many pints have been emptied, as well as whisky and scotch which followed right after. Simon needed to unwind a little, Johnny was a welcome distraction of the battle of wills within him. Old friends catching up was a balm to his soul, he appreciated Simon more than he would ever admit, he was like a younger brother to him, a constance. Johnny was the closest thing he had to a family. Except for you, of course.

You were his home. When he had a rough mission, you were there. When he was promoted or praised, you were there. When he was at home unwinding, you were there. When he was starving, you were there to cook with him. The caring nature of your gentle soul made him so domestic. Furthermore, the way you walk around the apartment sometimes, blasting music and dancing around made him so happy, you seemed to have no care in the world. Simon loved that about you, the way you're so free and aloof, even when he is gloomy, sarcastic and stoic.

That night Simon was trying to be considerate, it was quite late. He wanted to give you some space, not to wake you up in the middle of the night. He crept into the apartment and saw you how he loved to see you the most, level-headed and free. You put in some headphones to distract yourself from the weird and unusual distance between the two of you. Dancing off your stress, freeing yourself from your overthinking. Simons gaze was fixated on you. The way you smiled, with your eyes closed, and the way you moved were so intoxicating.

When you saw Simon, you froze, how long has he been watching you? “Oh hi, didn't see you there.” You smiled nervously. Simon saw how nervous you became around him. He wanted to deflect the situation and deny his feelings, not hurt you. Simon loved you so much, but Simon knew his life wasn't easy, his work was demanding and dangerous. Simon never wanted you to suffer, because he wasn't there. “Are you alright?” You asked, your voice filled with worries. Why were you worried about him? He should be more worried about your feelings, about how you felt after the kiss. He couldn't just pick you up, kiss you, cuddle you and never talk about it. Simon saw how you tried to play it cool, he saw through it, the sadness in your eyes has given it away. So, Simon decided to do something he has never done before.

“I am sorry, luv.” He apologized to you. You looked stunned, probably just as stunned as Simon at that moment. Simon has never apologized to anyone before, he never really felt sorry for anything, until now. He knew that his actions hurt you, which was the one thing he never wanted to do. For once, you stopped yapping around him, Simon loved to hear you yap about the latest drama. You just stood there, a few meters before him. Simon stepped a little closer to you, stopped and observed your body language. You didn't signal anything. Thus, Simon took your hand and planted a gentle kiss onto it. You blushed, Simon had you exactly where he wanted you to be. “Why would you want me, luv? I am so cold, and you are like a Disney princess.”

He looked right into your eyes, into your soul. Simons coffee brown eyes illuminated your heart.

“ Simon, you're special.” You muttered, now Simon was surprised. You really thought that he, a ruthless killing machine, he was special. His cold heart melted after your confession. Simon, not a man of many words, hugged you instinctively. As your arms pulled him closer, he was like an addict who relapsed. The drug like influence you had on him clouded his judgment. Simon wanted to put some distance between the two of you, he loved touching you so much, he couldn't contain himself. Simon wanted to stay in control and not surrender to his primal desires, but as you looked him into the eyes and smiled sheepishly, it was over for him. After you started smiling, Simon picked you up, took you into his room, gently placing your body onto his bed. The primal desire reflected by the abrupt darkness in his eyes. You laid on his bed, a dinner served and ready for him to devour.

“Simon…” You wanted to ask what was going on, but his lips shut you up. “You have no Idea how often I think about you, princess.” Your blush darkened. Simon smirked. “Perfect.” His gaze wasn't fixated onto your eyes any more, the new target of his gaze were your lips. “Do you want this?” Simon asked for your consent, his deep and raspy voice filled with desire. You could feel the way your body reacted to Simon, a familiar knot in your stomach. You nodded.

“Say it.” He demanded,

“Yes, Simon, I want you.” Simon smirked. “ I will make you happy, Baby.” Simon promised, sending shivers down your spine. He kissed you passionately, after that he attacked your neck, while his hands roamed over you. “Simon, you don't need to make me happy. I am happy if you are.” You were selfless as always, but Simon would make sure you were happy. For Simon, your dissatisfaction has never been an option.

“Shush it, luv. I am happy. Let me show you how happy you can be.” This wasn't a statement, it was a sensual promise. Simon kept touching you, his dreams coming true. He undressed you, until only your panties were left. The way Simon looked at you was truly mesmerizing. It was a mixture between a kid who plays with his new toy and a hungry predator. Simons hand gently pressed onto your lower belly, his unoccupied hands playing with your tits. Little by little, his touches became more demanding. At first, he fixated his attention onto your breast, softly kneeling your boobs as he planted even more kisses onto his neck. Your soft moans made Simon more eager to please you even more. He started sucking on your boobs, liking your nips before sucking on them as well. The knot inside you tightened, and you couldn't keep your voice down any more.

“Just like that.” He growled, moaning a little.

As he worked on your body, kneeling, your soft flesh like dough. Your judgement was clouded, and you couldn’t see straight any more. You tried to reach Simon to kiss him, but he pushed you back into the bed.

Simon fingered you slowly, passionately while sucking on your boobs simultaneously. He loved the way your back ached, and you only stammered incoherent senescence’s. He loved teasing you, dominating you.

Simon started obsessing over the fact that your eyes shut when his fingers hit your magic spot. Your wet count so intoxicating, simon could only let out a grunt as a sign of his admiration. He was way too busy playing with your boobs anyway. The knot in your stomach was ripping you apart as you leaned into Simon’s touch. Your wetness tightening around his huge fingers, Simon was so happy to see how much power he had over you. How happy he could make you. Your mindless smile after you climaxed, burned into his mind.

Determined to make your eyes roll back into your skull, he positioned his face in between your legs. Your legs were still shivering, but he wouldn’t let you relax. “Simon, please, I can’t.” You stammered, his princess was so exhausted after their foreplay, it was to die for.

Simon was starving, the deployments, the nights he was longing for you. You can’t complain that he was hungry for you, can you? Simon was about to feast. The taste of you was better than any Kentucky he could imagine. So he devoured your needy wetness, while one of his hands kept fingering you, the other pinching into your nip. Your moans became increasingly louder, the louder you moaned, the harder he became. As he noticed how your legs began to tremble again, he was pleased. Simon kept on going what he was doing, applying more pressure onto your sensitive areas. Your sensitive nips were his favourite targets. You became a trembling mess, shivering as your second climax washed over you. You were embarrassed that you just came into your roommates face, Simon, on the other hand, felt blessed. He got a taste of heaven, but he wouldn’t let you go that easily.

Simon admired his work first, afterwards he kissed your soft lip, afterwards he started attacking your collarbone, marking you as his. He smiled softly as he saw you all worked up.

Simon knelt between your open legs, as gently caressed them, putting them onto his shoulders. He unzipped his cargos, pulled down his pants as well as his shorts, showing of his length glazed with his pre-cum. A mixture of exhaustion and fear shot trough you. You shook your head, too scared of what he was trying to make you surrender to.

“I know you can do it.” Simon’s deep voice didn’t give you any options other than to surrender to his desires. He stroked his length a couple of times, rubbing it across your folds until it was covered in your juices. Simon pushed himself into you, stretching you as he entered your sacred body part. Simon prepped you so well, it didn’t hurt you too much any more, you could feel his impressive size, but the fact that he granted you two orgasms beforehand, made it easier for you to endure Simon’s size. His gaze lingered on your face, observing every micro movement which could indicate if you enjoyed this.

Simon was too pussy drunk to care about protection now. Instead, Simon pressed your legs down towards your belly, his thick cock reaching deeper into your pussy.

“My princess is doing so well.” He moaned, as he pressed your legs down further.

It was Simon’s turn to enjoy himself, despite that he played with your clit whilst fucking you. Simon wanted to pull another orgasm out of you. You looked so content after that, Simon needed to see it again. He was obsessed with the way your eyes rolled back into your skull, little did you know, that he would never let you go. A smile formed on your pretty face, as Simon pushed your legs down further.

He leaned in closer to your ear. “Such a good girl.” He purred, his deep voice, mixed up with his British accent, made your had spin, legs twitch and pussy clench. Simon sucked your tits as he fucked you relentlessly. You moaned his name again, it was music to his ears. Simon was close to losing his sanity. Your tight pussy, the moans, your soft body. It was too good to be true.

“Princess, let me know when you're close.” He demanded, the knot in his stomach was tightening. He couldn't resist it much longer. In your ecstatic state, you couldn't follow his orders. The beautiful tingle in your stomach took you over, it felt so dirty yet light and free. Getting fucked by your roommate, it's so nasty, but it wasn't just any roommate, it was Simon. Simon who carried you into your bed, who always looked out for you, who waited until you were home, who loved your cooking and who fucked you better than every boyfriend you ever had. You never expected Simon to be so selfless in the bedroom, but you loved that. If you had known this, you would have jumped on his lap the first time he visited your apartment.

The knot in your belly ripped apart, Simon who misjudged your ecstatic state, got milked by your soaking wet pussy. You milked him so well, he couldn't pull out. Simon growled. He did not mind it. Quite the opposite. Simon would love to put a baby inside you.

So he will definitely put you into the mating press again.

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[fanthiccs]

18+ Kakashi Power Bottom Imagines

@Minors do not interact!

Mating Press//Breeding Kink//Submissive Kakashi Hatake

*Imagine Kakashi pressing your knees back into your chest as he slams into you. The burn that comes from the stretch of your things.

*He’s filling in the best way and his girth brings you to near tears on good days.

*So obviously lube has been essential for quickies. Which happens all the time since this man is trying to get you pregnant.

*The way his soft moans and whispers no longer sound like English as he loses himself to you.

*He leans over and plants a sloppy kiss to your temple when he buries himself into both your shoulder and even further into your abused cunt.

*You play with his (surprisingly soft) hair and it throws him completely out of rhythm. You mostly pull his hair out of his face and play with the cheek bones he tries so hard to hide.

*The warmth you feel after climaxing, his dick still twitching inside you, pumping you full of his seed.

*When the two of you finish he’s panting and weak and can’t stop mumbling your name and whimpering will never sound the same.

[kabr0ztrousers]

Kabr0z Writes episode 120: Road Trip, part 3

Also entitled: Top of the World

Find the rest of the anthology, including parts 1 and 2 here!

Kabr0z Writes is also on Ao3 (partly)

CWs: heat/rut cycle; oral sex; public sex; mild angst; enthusiastic consent and a happy ending

A/N: They finally fuck! Actually, properly fuck!

Also, huzzah for volume 2 finally wrapping up! Believe it or not, this wasn't planned at all 🤣

Hopefully Volume 3 will continue to entertain and titillate you. Here's to 4 months of fics, and the 8 more to come

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You smelled of him when you woke up. Hell, the whole bed smelled of him. A mix of excited dog and sex. By the look of the sheet underneath you, he'd probably been hard and dripping the whole night. It was a minor miracle he'd not started fucking you in the night. His whimpers woke you before your alarm, his arms wrapped around you as he spooned you, twitching cock pressed against your back. It almost felt like a betrayal to extricate yourself from his grip and take a shower, but his desperate whines were cute.

He'd quietened down by the time you got out of the shower, clean and refreshed. You frowned. Can't be having that. A quick dip in your laundry bag and you found the knickers you were wearing yesterday, dropping them on the pillow next to his head.

His nose twitched, smelling the arousal staining your underwear. The response was immediate, his cock hardening in his boxers, tongue lolling as he started to whine again, humping against the air and the mattress.

Fuck it. You can shower twice.

You climbed back into bed, letting the towel slip from your body as you did. His boxers were straining against the bulge as he poked out of his sheath. You loosened them off, opening the front and letting his drooling manhood free. You opened up your legs as you took it into your mouth.

His reaction was immediate. Gone was the shy boy who needed to be told what to do. In his sleep he knew exactly what you wanted. He rolled on top of you, his hot breath against your cunt as his hips pistoned into your mouth. He could smell you getting wetter as he fucked your face, treating your throat like a pussy. You closed your eyes in bliss as his tongue started on your cunt, lapping and sucking like he needed it to live. You could feel yourself getting close. You could taste it from him. Your hand cradled his balls as he pounded into you, trying to time his release.

You managed it perfectly. His knot slipped between your lips just as you came. Your moans were lost, gurgling through the spurts of thick, slightly bitter cum that shot down your throat. You could feel him painting your insides, filling your belly with his seed as you clenched and shook. Maybe it was his orgasm, maybe it was yours, but he woke up.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" He tried to pull his still-spurting cock from your mouth. Your hands shot up, grabbing his ass and hilting him back into your face.

"Aaaaahh, that's good" he moaned, his voice wavering as you swallowed against his overly sensitive cock, jaw still tight around his knot.

He tried again to pull out, spent and deflating. This time you let him. He knelt on the bed, looking over you

"I'm sorry! If I realised what I was doing... I'll get some suppressants now, wait here"

You sat up and kissed him on the mouth, silencing him as you draped your arms over him "I knew what I was doing. I knew what I wanted to have happen." You tapped a finger on his muzzle "And you did perfectly. Now go shower, you smell like cum"

He still wasn't meeting your eye, but you could see his smile. He stood and stepped into the shower.

Ten hours later, you both stank again. The hatchback filled with the potent smells of pent up lust. You sat in the passenger seat, stained with your juices from the day before, the potent wolf musk making you leak some more into Liam's upholstery. Not that he was doing any better, of course. He sauimed in his seat. His hands gripped the steering wheel like he was doing a hundred miles an hour, rather than the fifty you were actually going. He'd steal glances at you when he thought you weren't looking, joke's on him. You couldn't take your eyes away.

It was getting on half past nine, the shadows lengthening even if the day still had hours of light left in it. Liam parked the car in a bay, taking out his phone to pay for the spot before getting out of the car. You waited for him, letting him open your door and help you up, getting close to him, smelling him against the salt-sea air. Your heart fluttered as you held his hands, pressed against the body of his car. He pulled away, smiling at you as he walked to the seafront.

You followed him, of course, as he led you to a signpost. The wind whipped at you, cold Highland air taking your breath away as you both gazed over the freezing North Sea. Somewhere in that direction was the Faroe Islands, then a whole lot of nothing until the ice sheet covering the North Pole. Liam put his arm around your shoulders, sharing his warmth with you.

"Fancy a walk?"

You nodded, letting him lead you along the seafront, past a fancy-looking hotel and down a path across a field. You walked on and on, for maybe a mile until he turned, slipping down a slope to the shore. The tide was going out, leaving the damp rock high above the breakers. He sat on the stone, looking out to sea.

You sat next to him "What are you thinking about?"

He turned to you and smiled a small, sad smile "That this all happened because of me... I messed up and put you in a position you shouldn't have been in. You have a right to hate me for that you know?"

You kissed him "You're a self-effacing asshole. I did what I did because I wanted to, not out of some obligation to you." Your tone was maybe a little harsher than you meant it. It was true though. He wasn't himself, off his meds and easily manipulated, and you capitalised on it. "I took advantage of you, I could've told you to take a detour and get more, I could've got out of the car and refused. I didn't, I fucked you instead."

A long silence followed.

He touched your hand. Or maybe you touched his

"We're both fucked up then?" Liam's smile was warmer now

You nodded, looking into his beautiful amber eyes

"What do you say we make it official? Spend the summer as a couple. If it works, we try the long distance in Autumn, and if it doesn't..."

"At least we tried" You kissed him, swinging your leg over him and sitting on his crotch, hiding the bulge under your sundress as you took out your phone, snapping a selfie of the two of you. You looked at the photo you'd taken, for once you looked good in one. Maybe it was the way your sundress caught the evening sun, maybe it was the handsome wolf underneath you.

You looked back at him, that predatory glint was back in his eye. It was like a switch had flicked. The melancholic young man who had just bared his soul to you was gone, in his place was the apex predator who wanted so badly to have his way with you.

Perfect.

You shifted, hands reaching under your skirt, opening his flies and displacing your underwear. He watched you, those wide eyes narrowed to slits as he failed to suppress a snarl. He knew what was coming, every fibre of his being resisting the animal urge to take what he wanted from you. You took his hands, feeling the warmth of then as you guided them to your waist, smoothing his palms against you. His eyes met yours, pupils huge, rimmed with yellow, panting, drooling

"Take it"

No sooner had the words left your mouth, and he rolled you over. You landed hard on a wide, smooth rock shelf. He folded you in half, your ankles held over his arms, pushing your ass up into the air for him. His cock was at your entrance, rubbing against your cunt as it squirted jets of precum onto you. The friction of his cock against you, already rock-hard and painting you with his smell, drove you mad. Gasps escaped you with every thrust, your cunt already clenching around nothing as you gripped handfuls of fur on either side of him, pulling him close.

With one powerful thrust, he entered you. You catapulted over the edge, going from whining to biting your hand to stop yourself screaming. Your legs shook and twitched as you squirted all over Liam, soaking both of your outfits. You didn't care.

He pounded into you, pressing you against the rock as his hot breath blew into your face. You could feel every vein of his too-hard cock as it slammed in and out. Every stroke filled you completely, and he still hadn't given you everything. Your eyes rolled as your cries intensified again. This time he clamped his hand over your face, manicured claws digging into you, not sharp enough to break the skin. You screamed your heart out against that hand, hearing your muffled delight as your ankles locked behind him. Your strong thighs pulled him closer, ignoring the dull pain from your cunt as he sank deeper than you'd ever thought possible. You felt the knot. Wide and rock-hard against your entrance. You pushed harder, raising your hips into him, forcing yourself open.

You cried when it entered you. Tears streamed down your cheeks. It hurt so much inside you, stretching out your abused hole. You never wanted to let it go.

Liam gripped you with both arms. You bit his shoulder to muffle your cries of orgasmic agony. Then you felt him. His cock twitched, then jerked, then a heat spread from the tip. He pushed down harder, burying himself up to the root in your cunt, forcing his tip to your cervix, flooding your womb.

You were locked together, each unable or unwilling to move. You never wanted this to end, holding your man to you as best you could. His knot was still rock-hard, wedged inside you. You closed your eyes. The sounds of his panting and the rolling waves washed over you. The heat of your lover on top of you, inside you, fought off the chill from the breeze and the hard stone beneath your back. You nestled your face into his neck, smelling the familiar wet dog musk you know you're marked with.

You felt him start to soften, the knot slipping out of you. Your hole gaped, leaking his cum onto your skirt. He still wasn't letting go. Your legs were starting to cramp from being held up like that for so long. You weren't letting go either.

He started to snore. You laughed and he woke with a start, pulling himself free and sitting on his haunches, your leaking cunt on display for him.

"So, we're official now I guess"

You reached for your phone, placing your head next to his still semi-hard cock, slick with the mixture of your fluids before taking a photo

"Don't worry, that one's just for me." You turned and kissed him again "And yeah, we're official now"

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Don't you just love a happy ending?

This one took a bit longer than planned, but I'm happy how it shook out. Hopefully it's as fun to read as it was to write.

If you have any ideas, suggestions or requests please do drop an ask to add it to the queue! This series is here for the long haul, so requests are welcomed with open arms 😁