#you have no idea how desperately i need to be bred by you.....

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prey // hoshina soshiro

tw ⇢ dub-con, possessive!hoshina, mutual masturbation, fingering, implied masturbation (male), breeding kink, hoshina has a shit ton of fantasies about you, unprotected sex, squirting, voyeurism

wc ⇢ 3.7k

From the very start, you stuck out like a sore thumb in the Defense Force - a delicate little lamb stumbling into the wolves' den. Hoshina noticed everything about you that screamed "doesn't belong". The timid way your trembling hands could barely keep a grip on the standard-issued sidearm. How you were always the last one struggling to pick yourself up off the dirt after drills, clothes disheveled and cheeks flushed.

He knew the only reason you got admitted was because of his glowing personal recommendation to Ashiro. "Yeah, the kid's greener than spring grass, but c'mon - ya know we need a pretty young thing around to inspire the new recruits' efforts, if ya know what I mean," Hoshina had said with a shameless grin, openly ogling your picture right there in Ashiro's office.

What he didn't let on was the real reason he'd stuck his neck out for you. From the moment those big, innocent eyes met his heated stare during your entry tests, Hoshina felt an overwhelming fascination take root deep in his core. An utterly primal, possessive instinct bleeding through about wanting to claim you, corrupt you, make you his in every salacious way.

Of course, you never seemed to notice the molten heat blazing in Hoshina’s eyes as they raked over your form hungrily. You were too busy trying not to drop your rifle or stumble through the drills. It just made you even more irresistible in his mind - this fragile, clueless gem in desperate need of his skilled hands to mold and defile you.

So Hoshina took his role as your personal instructor very seriously during those "private lessons" he insisted on. During these sessions when he would "help" adjust your stance, he imagined bending you over right there and taking you from behind until you sobbed his name. Just picturing your pretty pink lips falling open in a shocked little 'o' as he claimed you roughly was enough to make his pants feel unbearably tight.

"That's it, beautiful," he'd rasp in your ear, feeling you shudder at the rough timbre. "Don't ya feel safer wrapped in my arms like this?"

The way you shivered at the endearment and instinctively pressed back against his chest nearly shattered Hoshina’s restraint. He had to bite the inside of his cheek until he tasted copper to keep from grinding against your pert little ass with a deep, possessive growl. From rutting against you like an animal in heat until you were a writhing, whimpering mess begging for his cock.

On missions, Hoshina positioned you as far from danger as possible not just to protect you - but to prevent anyone else from catching even a glimpse of the obscenely filthy thoughts devouring his mind. Just the idea of you, his sacrosanct prize, being leered at by those other brutish soldiers made his blood boil in a possessive frenzy. No, you were meant for his eyes only, a pure virgin just begging to be defiled and debased into his personal cocksleeve.

He just liked the thought of you waiting obediently on the sidelines, perfect and untouched, until he could return and use that lush, biteable mouth for more devious purposes. You existed only to be guarded, pampered, and most importantly, thoroughly ruined by his thick cock splitting you open over and over until you were bred full of his seed.

In his most depraved dreams, Hoshina saw himself pinning your nude form beneath him on the very training mats meant for conditioning. Having you splayed and whimpering for him to defile every intimate crevice, then dressing your pliant, ruined body in nothing but one of his shirts before parading you through headquarters. Letting everyone know just whom you belonged to with your swollen lips and tell-tale waddle as evidence of his ownership.

Hoshina had to actively force himself not to stare too hard whenever you shifted or bent over around him, biting his tongue until he tasted copper to keep from growling outright at those teasing glimpses of lace or bare skin. It was torture having his wet dream made flesh within arm's reach daily yet still so untouchable and forbidden.

Mealtimes were always a special kind of torture for Hoshina. He would observe you from across the hall, seemingly indifferent, while in reality he was devouring every tantalizing detail. The way your tongue peeked out to chase a stray crumb across those plump, glistening lips. How you would unconsciously suckle the tip between your teeth while studying reports, utterly unaware of how it made his cock throb heavily imagining that lush mouth stuffed full of his girth. More than once, Hoshina had to abruptly excuse himself before ripping his pants open and fisting his crudely aching erection right there like some baseless animal.

But the worst for his tenuous restraint were the nights he patrolled the residential halls. Hoshina always made sure to pass by your quarters, ears straining for any tiny sound that might indicate you were awake. Or better yet, touching yourself with those delicate fingers he constantly fantasized about replacing with his stiff, calloused digits. Working you open for his thick cock to breed you properly like the innocent little fuckpet you were always meant to be for him.

On those nights when your muffled whimpers or gasps did reach his ears, it took every ounce of Hoshina’s willpower not to simply break down the door and barge in. To finally claim what he'd been lusting over and fantasizing about for so long - bending you over your tiny bunk and rutting into you until the only sounds were your shrill cries and the obscene squelch of his cock slamming against your ripened cunt.

At least, that was the routine Hoshina had grown accustomed to - right up until the night his darkest cravings nearly consumed him whole. He was passing your door during his rounds when the unmistakable cry of unrestrained hopelessness pierced straight through the bulkhead and into his core. A delirious sob of pure, untamed desperation in your voice that could only indicate one thing...

You weren’t able to get yourself off.

Hoshina didn't even realize he had frozen in place, painfully hard erection tenting his uniform as needy little pants and moans assaulted his senses in a torrent of aural obscenity. In an instant, scorching images detonated in Hoshina’s brain - you splayed out wanton, small fingers desperately working into your creamy cunt as you mewled his name, trying to chase your own pleasure because you knew nothing else would sate you now. That single revelation crashed over him like a breaking dam, his military conditioning fracturing as those pornographic little gasps and whines drove him into a frenzy...

Then, before any rational thought could intervene, Hoshina was already shoving open the door, eyes blown wide and fixated on your nude form. You were spread-eagled on the bed, fingers furiously stroking between your thighs as a thin sheen of sweat made your skin glow in the low light. Your hair was mussed, your pupils dilated, and those soft lips were parted in a wordless cry as your head thrashed back and forth.

But what really caught his attention was the obscene amount of slick that soaked your inner thighs and dripped onto the sheets. You were utterly drenched, and from the look of it, had been at it for a while judging by the frustrated tears trickling down your face.

It took you a while to notice his presence, but once you did, your fingers immediately stilled and those gorgeous eyes snapped to his. They were wide and fearful, the look of a frightened rabbit pinned in a snare. You couldn't possibly understand the sheer extent of his need, his primal urge to own and possess you, but there was no way he’d rush in and risk scaring you off now.

"Vice-Captain! W-What are you doing here?" You stammered, hastily tugging the thin sheets around your nude form. It was such a pointless gesture, given how much of your body had been exposed to his gaze. Still, your shy modesty only served to inflame Hoshina’s desire further.

"Just makin' my rounds," he answered, his voice an unintentional growl as his cock pulsed hotly against his uniform. "And heard someone having trouble sleepin', so I thought I'd offer some assistance."

He could practically hear the hammering of your pulse as he closed the door behind him and stalked towards the bunk, the air thick and heavy with his carnal intent. You shrank back against the headboard, and Hoshina couldn't help but admire the sight of your body trembling before him like a helpless prey animal.

"I-I don't know what you mean, Vice-Captain," you tried to protest, but the blush staining your cheeks and the way your thighs rubbed together in a vain attempt to alleviate the pressure betrayed your arousal. You knew exactly what he meant, and it made Hoshina’s cock throb harder, leaking a wet spot onto his uniform pants.

"Oh? But it's my job to ensure every recruit's needs are taken care of," he purred, looming closer and enjoying the way you quivered under his gaze. "Especially one as pretty and helpless as you."

Hoshina relished the sharp gasp that escaped your lips as he pried the covers away, exposing your bare, quivering form. "Tell me, sweetheart," he murmured, tracing his calloused fingertips along your jawline. "Have ya been havin' bad dreams? Yer soaked through. I'm sure it must have felt awful tryin' to handle it yerself."

Your only response was a choked whimper as Hoshina’s thumb stroked over the seam of your lips. "It's alright. I’ll teach you how to properly satisfy yourself," he crooned, pressing the digit past your plush lips until you obediently began sucking, eyes glassy and unfocused.

"That's a good girl. Ya want my help, don't ya?"

Hoshina was met with a tiny, frantic nod as his thumb popped free. A low groan ripped through his throat when he saw the line of saliva connecting his thumb to your swollen lips, a perfect little preview of what was to come.

"Spread those legs for me, princess," he ordered, not bothering to hide the ravenous lust dripping from his tone. "Let me see just how much of a mess ya made."

Hoshina had no patience left to wait for you, roughly gripping your thighs and prying them apart, groaning at the sight. Your pussy was slick with need, the lips puffy and flushed as it pulsed, hungry for attention.

He couldn't help but tease his fingers over the swollen folds, and you gasped, hips bucking up against his touch.

In an instant, your hand shot out to grasp his forearm, a tiny moan leaving your lips as his rough skin brushed over your sensitive cunt. "I-I wanna do it myself," you murmured, but Hoshina couldn't suppress a derisive chuckle at your words.

"Very well then, sweetheart? Show me how well you can use these little fingers," he teased, guiding your hand between your thighs until your fingertips were pressing lightly against your soaked slit. "Go on. Open yerself up."

You swallowed nervously, slowly parting your folds with your delicate digits, revealing the dripping hole to his burning gaze. The sight alone was enough to make his cock leak obscenely into his uniform. He wanted nothing more than to pin your pliant, trembling body down and thrust into you relentlessly, filling you up with his cum until it dripped from your abused pussy.

But no, he should savor every second of this, wait and see how far he could push your limits until you were utterly undone.

"Don't be shy," Hoshina cooed, his hand wrapping around your smaller wrist to guide one of your digits into the tight hole. "Be a good girl and show me how deep you can take it."

He groaned at the lewd squelch of your finger slipping into the silky, tight heat of your pussy, his cock throbbing in anticipation. You were so wet and tight around just a single digit, he couldn't imagine how heavenly your cunt would feel wrapped around his cock, sucking him in.

"Put another one in," he ordered, and you obeyed without a second thought, moaning as a second finger joined the first, your walls squeezing around the intrusion. Hoshina’s other hand dipped down to palm his aching erection through his pants, a low hiss escaping him at the slight relief.

"Now curl yer fingers a bit and see if ya can find yer sweet spot," he murmured, his gaze rapt and hungry as he watched your fingers disappear into your tight hole, slick and sticky with arousal.

"I... I can't!" you whimpered, frustration evident in your tone. Hoshina’s mouth stretched into a feral grin at the desperate pitch.

"Of course ya can, princess," he purred, reaching out to wrap his larger hand around your wrist, guiding your motions. He slowly pumped your fingers in and out, making sure you could feel every ridge and crevice along the soft walls. "Here, let me show ya..."

You moaned brokenly, arching your back off the bed and pushing against his hand as he made you curl your fingers, the rough pads brushing over the spongy, hidden spot that had you keening.

"V-Vice-Captain! Ah!" you cried, writhing under his firm grip as he began thrusting your fingers in and out faster, hitting that same spot every time. Your legs thrashed on the bed, heels digging into the sheets.

"Right there, huh? I bet it feels good to have yer fingers inside ya," Hoshina growled, watching you buck and gasp under his touch, your fingers fucking in and out of your dripping cunt. He was so close to claiming you, just a bit more and he could finally bury himself into that perfect, virgin pussy.

To stave off his mounting desperation, Hoshina reached down to unzip his pants, sighing in relief as his cock sprang free. He hissed at the first brush of his calloused hand along his weeping shaft, precum oozing from the swollen tip. He could easily imagine it was your tiny, wet hand wrapped around his girth, stroking him with clumsy enthusiasm.

"V-Vice-Captain..." Your breathless, high-pitched plea shattered his control, and before Hoshina could stop himself, he was leaning over and yanking your fingers out, his thick digits immediately taking their place. He snarled at the velvety heat clamping around his fingers, the obscenely wet sound as he pistoned his fingers into you mercilessly.

"Holy shit, sweetheart. Yer so fuckin' tight," Hoshina panted, his eyes glued to where his fingers were pumping into you. Your pussy was dripping, coating his digits with thick, pearlescent slick that dribbled down your inner thighs and onto the bed. "I bet my cock would fit so nicely in here."

Your breathy moans were punctuated with little "ah"s and gasps as Hoshina’s fingers worked deeper into your needy cunt. You were so lost in the sensation of being filled, his fingers stroking the soft walls, rubbing over the most sensitive areas and making you shudder and arch your back off the mattress.

"Please..." you whimpered, grinding yourself against his fingers. "More."

"Oh? Does my baby girl want more?" Hoshina growled, and you nodded desperately, unable to string together a proper response as he began to scissor his fingers apart, stretching your dripping walls. You cried out at the sudden burning sensation, hands clawing at the sheets.

"So tight," he rasped, his other hand fisting around his leaking shaft, stroking from root to tip as he imagined how those velvety walls would feel wrapped around his girth. You looked so pretty and helpless spread beneath him, legs splayed open and shaking with need as his thick digits continued their assault on your soaked cunt.

Fuck, he can’t take it anymore.

"Hold still, sweetheart," he crooned, his voice hoarse with lust as he climbed onto the bed, his large form eclipsing yours as he hovered above you. While you were distracted by his fingers, Hoshina used his other hand to tear off his belt and shimmy his pants down his thighs. He let out a satisfied groan as his cock bobbed free, hung and heavy between his legs, the swollen tip an angry shade of red.

The sudden feeling of his thick fingers withdrawing from your cunt made you cry out, a disappointed whine escaping your lips as your walls clamped around nothing. You weren’t given a chance to miss the sensation, though, because as soon as Hoshina was finished kicking his pants off, his cock was already pushing against your soaked slit, the thick head slipping in easily.

"V-Vice-Captain," you whined, trying to pull away from the sudden intrusion, but his iron grip on your hips kept you in place. Hoshina growled and yanked you towards him, his hips snapping forward as his cock forced its way past your fluttering walls. He felt the way your body seized up, the walls clamping around him tightly as he sheathed himself into you fully, your pliant body pinned under him.

"F-Fuck," he panted, his fingers gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises as he bottomed out. He could feel every inch of your soft walls gripping his length, pulsing and rippling around his cock, and it was absolute torture not to fuck into you mercilessly right then.

"Ah, ah, it's too much!" You cried, clawing at the sheets as you tried to squirm away, but his grip was too strong. Tears were welling up in your eyes, and Hoshina couldn't help but think how absolutely adorable and fucked out you looked with his cock buried inside you.

"Just breathe, sweetheart. Breathe and relax," he rasped, forcing himself to keep his hips still while your body adjusted to his size. Your walls were squeezing him so tight, he could feel every pulse and shudder as they rippled around his girth.

"It hurts," you sobbed, trembling as you tried to catch your breath, tears trickling down your cheeks. Hoshina’s hand reached up to gently brush the hair out of your face, his calloused fingertips lingering along the curve of your cheek.

"Shh, I know, baby. I know. But yer bein' such a good girl f'me, aren't ya?"

He cooed soft praises and encouragement into your ear, stroking your hair as his other hand traced patterns on your hip, soothing the tense muscles. He thrust his hips shallowly, his cock sliding in and out of you as you gradually relaxed, the pain morphing into pleasure.

"That's it. So good," he groaned, feeling your walls relax and flutter around him, allowing him to bury his cock in you even deeper. He couldn't hold back anymore, the desire to pound you into the mattress overriding his concern for your wellbeing.

"You feel so fuckin' good, sweetheart. So hot and tight for me," Hoshina snarled, his hands gripping your hips tight as he slammed his hips against yours, his thick shaft bottoming out inside you. You moaned at the lewd squelch of slick dripping down onto the bed, your walls fluttering around him as his cock rubbed against the most sensitive spots.

"Mmm, that's a good girl," he praised, watching the way your tits bounced and jiggled as he thrust into you, his balls slapping against your ass. The sight of your pliant, ruined body beneath him only fueled his depraved fantasies, his mind filled with a torrent of vulgar thoughts.

Hoshina had imagined you like this countless times, and seeing you so utterly debauched and pliant beneath him was beyond anything he'd ever dreamed. He wanted to fuck you until your body was imprinted with the shape of his cock, wanted to see how many loads he could pump into your perfect, tight pussy. Wanted to see you full and bred, your stomach bloated with his seed.

"Ah, a-ah, Vice-Captain, please!" you sobbed, the pain long gone and replaced with sheer bliss as his cock hit all the right places. His balls were slapping against your ass as his thick shaft speared into you, the lewd squelch of each thrust sending tingles of pleasure down your spine.

Hoshina didn't respond, too lost in his own pleasure as his cock slid in and out of your cunt. It was hot and tight, the perfect sleeve for his thick shaft, and he could feel the tell-tale sign of his orgasm building. He wanted to see you stuffed full of his cum, watch it drip out of your used cunt.

He growled and picked up the pace, his cock pistoning in and out of you rapidly, the air filled with the sounds of your moans and skin slapping against skin. Your hands scrambled to grasp at something, anything, and finally settled on gripping the sheets as his cock drove into you relentlessly.

It wasn’t long before you felt your walls start to flutter around him, the coil in your belly tightening until it finally snapped. Your entire body went taut, back arching off the bed as the orgasm crashed over you. Hot, fragrant liquid gushed out of your hole, drenching Hoshina’s thighs and the sheets beneath.

"Oh fuck, that's it, baby. Squirt all over my cock," he groaned, his fingers gripping your hips tighter as he fucked you through your climax, the hot spray of your juices coating his cock. He couldn't hold back any longer, and with one final, brutal thrust, his cock throbbed and spilled inside you. Thick ropes of cum coated your walls, filling you up completely as he bottomed out.

He shuddered, his cock twitching as it emptied the last of his load into your soaked pussy, a low moan rumbling in his chest. It felt like heaven being buried inside you, his cum dripping down his balls. You whimpered and clenched around him, milking his cock, and he could feel your pussy clenching and sucking around him, hungry for more.

When he finally pulled out, you whimpered at the loss, his thick cum leaking out of your abused hole. You looked absolutely debauched, and he couldn't resist leaning down to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth and tangling with yours.

"Mm, ya did so good, sweetheart. Feel better now?"

You nodded weakly, your eyes drooping with exhaustion. He could see the tiredness on your face, the way your eyes were starting to close as your body sank into the bed, spent and used.

He chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against him. He could feel your breath against his skin, the steady rise and fall of your chest as you slowly drifted off.

"Sweet dreams, baby."

[mypoisonedvine]

the stalker neil gifs oh mmmmy god. he just can't HELP but give desperate dark best friend/nearby acquaintance even who is obsessed with you

oh we love a little stalker moment c:

warnings: panty stealing and sniffing, male masturbation, public(ish) sex, b&e, brief breeding kink, cnc kink (so basically it's dark!neil)

He didn't even have the patience to get home; he had to find a quiet, shadowy part of the park on his walk back, and just take a peek at the panties in his pocket.

A heavy sigh deflated his chest when he got a peek, his head falling back and his eyes shutting tight. They were just so cute, and he'd thought about them basically 24/7 since he saw them the first time.

He was lucky enough to say that the first time he saw this particular pair, it was on you. He still liked to tell himself that you'd wanted him to see them, or you wouldn't have bent over while wearing such a short skirt. Sure, he'd sort of... bent down, a lot, to see them, but... it was worth it. Just the edge of that lavender lace, tight against your skin-- he'd almost lost it right there in the middle of his own store. He made a promise to himself to get his hands on those-- it was the next best thing to getting his hands on you, which at the moment felt totally unattainable.

He was still high on the shame, on the anxiety of risking being caught-- using the key under your mat to get into your place and take these from the hamper. His heart hadn't stopped racing since then, but he thought it might just give out when he looked down at the fabric in his hands.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself, before biting his lip, searching through the lace until he found the little thin part that would've covered your pussy; he groaned out loud when he saw the little stain, partially translucent and partially white... he gently ran his thumb over it, before giving in to his worst desires and bringing the garment to his face for a long, deep inhale.

His knees went weak-- and, obviously, his cock was rock hard in an instant. You smelled so goddamn perfect, he never wanted to breathe anything else again.

"Christ," he mumbled to himself as he tried to open his belt and jeans with one hand-- but it didn't really work, so he had to regretfully take the panties away from his face to get his cock out. He glanced around the park quickly, making sure that he was alone... thankfully, no one was going to be out at this time of night. "Christ, fuck, I need to jerk off-- fuck, see what you do to me?"

He sighed with relief when he wrapped around his cock, relieving some of the pressure that he felt like had been building since he started walking to your place. Slowly, he stroked himself with one hand and held the dirty panties to his face with the other.

"Baby, you smell so good," he panted under his breath, stroking himself a little faster. "God, you must taste fucking perfect-- you must have the most gorgeous fuckin' pussy--"

He was gasping for air, struggling not to moan just from how sensitive he'd become. He realized that he wouldn't last long at all, not when he could so easily imagine you getting wet and staining these cute panties because you'd caught him looking at you.

"Knew you fucking wanted it," he chuckled to himself. "Little tease. Fuck."

As his breaking point approached rapidly-- and thank god for that, the less time spent jerking off in public, the better-- he had the most awfully wonderful idea. Helpless to it, he instantly wrapped the lace around his length and gasped as he watched his cock buck forward into them.

"F-fuck," he moaned weakly, desperately thrusting into the haphazard ball of fabric. "G'na come, shit, want it inside you baby? Want me to fuckin' knock you up?"

In that moment, he figured the normal thing to do would be to imagine you begging him for it, desperate for a creampie, desperate to be bred. And it's not that that idea didn't appeal to him-- but the 'normal thing to do' was sort of beside the point now, he'd already broken into your house, stolen your panties, and was jerking off with them in a public park at two in the morning. So, after a night of sex crimes, he couldn't help but imagine one more. He pictured you begging him not to-- scared and helpless, legs flailing to try to kick him away.

He'd never really pictured it quite like that before, holding you down and forcing you to take his load. But now that he finally let himself think of it, the image instantly brought on his orgasm-- and he came harder than he probably ever had before. He moaned pathetically, knees all but buckling, hand a numb blur as he voraciously stroked himself through it. He came onto the ground, mostly, though it was unavoidable that some would get onto his hand and onto your panties.

He sort of regretted soiling them, but he already knew he was going to be back again very soon for more.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Ok so I loove monster könig... but I was wondering... if human reader is in a pet shop but get this.. human reader is a fucking menace. Picture the angriest, spicyest, hissyest, most feral wet kitten on the planet. Refuses to be touched and absolutely scared to death... scratches and bites anyone tryina pick her up (I picture her to be part of the human resistance movement and was captured because she was cute 🥺). Would könig give her a chance? How would he tame the spicy feral human?

Oh, he might like a feral little human to break, actually. If we're talking about more seasoned Colonel Konig, he kinda feels that feral and wild humans are too much to take, he needs some warm and passive body to take his eggs - a bit of fight is okay, nice even, but if you're becoming too wild, he will force some special drugs down your throat so he can breed you properly. Younger!Konig - a captain, maybe, or even some lower officer like a lieutenant - will love to have a feral wifey who needs to get dicked down and dumbed on his cock every night because she is a dumb, useless human resistance fighter who still thinks she has right in this world. Honestly, the hate in your eyes is simply fucking adorable. You claw and bite at him, and he never laughed so much before in his life - he loves breaking you, spanking your ass until you're bruised and sore, maybe even breaking in your adorable twitching butthole if you like to resist him this much. You're too cute for a resistance fighter, he tells you. Too sexy and adorable, even your body thinks so - you become so plump and soft with his eggs, and your tits are growing swollen with milk, forcing that anger to wash over your face as you're desperately trying to milk yourself without him forcing his tentacles on you...that days with human resistance certainly put a lot of ideas in your mind - that being bred by monsters is a fate worse than death, that you should never trust a freaking non-human...so ironic, that now you scream at him and try to fight all the way while he is putting his eggs in you, and you can't even get it out! Konig breaks you slowly, but surely, always allowing you to have almost fair fighting chance, maybe even letting you out of the room so you could try and run away while he is happily chasing you down and fucking you on the floor like a disobedient feral pet you are.

[thatoneoverlyhornybitch]

Daddy's home🗣 | Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

Warnings: just shameless smut, porn no plot, submissive reader, dom gojo, fingering,creampie, oral(f&mrecieving), deepthroat, facefucking, throatfucking, some degradation kinda, praise, HEAVY BREEDING KINKK

(A/n): this does not have a daddy kink sorry if thats disappointing lol i'm not comfy with that but I'm sure yk why it's named that🖤

"Hnnn~ T-toru, have I ever mentioned how... how long your fingers are?" You questioned, whining loudly despite yourself. He just chuckled in response and placed a hot kiss on your lips, tongue immediately darting for yours in a few wet sloppy mess. You practically mewled into him, pressing your core flush with his palm as his long, thin pretty finger reached places you hadn't known were there and it had you seeing stars.

"Ya feel how wet you are just from my fingers, mmmm sweetheart?" He aaked mockingly, smirking into your eyes with his pure blue eye gazing into you. You felt the urge to sink into him and never leave, his cock buried in you pumping you full of his hot steamy cum, load after load after load, no doubt knocking you up. You didn't mind the thought of that however, a family, with this gorgeous man you desperately wanted to be bred by. "I can tell what you're thinking of you little slut, and I like it, but thats for later, don't worry I'll pump you full of my babies sweetheart."

You whimpered at his words but nodded, whining as he pumped his fingers harder into you, before suddenly taking them out, leaving you empty. You whine at the loss, wanting to feel full.

He, however, surprises you, by placing his mouth on your folds, tongue diving through, licking all-over. He applied suction to your clit, finally wrapping his tongue around the little nub and rubbing, hard. You squealed with pleasure, immediately feeling that knot in your stomach preparing to unravel, though the pleasure was so intense and overwhelming, a pressure began to form as you finally reached climax on the white-haired sorcerer's long skilled tongue, squirting all over his face.

He groaned in satisfaction at having made you squirt, he grins, a cocky look on his face. "You taste so sweet, so wet and slutty, but sweet. I'll need you for my desert from now on, eh?" You whine, nodding in agreement, loving the idea of him devouring you once more. "Now, get on your knees."

You oblige, no question, immediately opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out, knowing he wanted to shove his cock down your tight throat. "Good girl, take it just like you always do." His cock slips past your lips, he immediately forces his hands through your hair and shoves as much of his cock as he can in to your mouth, hitting the back of your throat you gag a bit , but still tilt your head to give him access to your throat. He moans, and quickly shoves his cock roughly down your throat, thrusting hard and fast, seeking his own orgasm.

As he approaches his climax he pulls his cock partially out of your mouth, whimpering a bit. "Please, use your tongue, i want to finish on your cute little tongue honey." You whine immediately putting your tongue to work, getting him to his orgasm in seconds as he facefucks you while you caress his cock with your tongue. You gulp his seed down, making sure to not waste a single bit as it hit your tongue.

"Finally time for the main course, get on all fours, I'm going to shove my cock in that wet cunt of yours." He states boldly, long, thick and hard cock already in his hands. You get into position, spreading your folds to give him clear entry, gaining a good girl for your deed. He presses his tip to your entrance, looking to you just to make sure you're ready, you nod, touched by the act. He then roughly shoves ALL of him into you, balls hitting your ass, you squealed, clenching hard around the incredibly large cock, he had to be around 9 inches.

His thrusts were hard and quick, filling you entirely, your next orgasm already approaching. He groaned as you clenched around him again, ehining and writhing as you came around his cock, still pounding away at you, overstimulating you intensely and your eyes rolled back. "Stay with me now baby, gotta let you watch as I pump you full of my kids. You're gonna look so cute all swolen and plump with my babies~mmm gonna stuff you full of them..." He trailed off as his own orgasm approached, his toes curling as he gave one final thrust deep into your pussy.

You could feel the hot spurts of his seed filling you, you giggled happy he was finally breeding you perfectly. "Again, mm Satoru?" You asked, hoping he understood what you meant. He smiled, beginning you thrust right back into you, fucking his cum deep into you. "I never said we were done anyway, gonna pump you until you're overflowing and I know you'll get knocked up."

You somehow don't mind that at all. 🖤

[fyodior]

awesome! do not mind me uploading my thoughts I your askbox <3

just thinking about coming home after work and not seeing dazai lounging on his usual spot on the sofa. telling yourself he must've gone to lupin, he must've gone to the cafe. only to walk into your room with the intention of getting changed and seeing him mewling while humping your pillow so desperately :(

usually hed be embarrassed and play it off. but something about the teary eyes under his heavy lashes and the way his ears pin back and his tail stands high on alert just tells you he's feeling too sensitive to even run from anything . and he's getting so frustrated , cause no matter how much he humps the stupid pillow, it's just not getting him off good enough, he needs you.

when you wrap a hand around his cock for the first time it's almost embarassing that he cums after only 2 strokes. and he's still so impossibly hard, so achey. he can't help himself when he tries to start thrusting into your hand :(

ughh and when you finally let him actually fuck you that man is not pulling out for hours. he's so completely spent out and he's bred you so full of his kits , it's all just blanks now :( he's kneading his paws into your abdomen and not stopping until he passes out!!

I know u like piss so ill totally drop in that he can be so overstimulated and focused on breeding you he simply can't help it when he looses control over his bladder too . but its not like either of you mind. and he's too focused on you wrapped around him to care.

yes yes yes i love this so much zai!!!!!!

i just love the idea of puppy dazai desperately rutting his little puppy cock against a pillow thats squished between his thighs, mewling and yowling as he tries so hard to chase a high that just won't come. a high that only you can give him. the pillow is friction, sure, but it's not anywhere close to your fist, or your mouth, or your tight wet hole. though thinking about said hole does get him a little closer to coming.

when you walk in on him, you're shocked but not surprised. dazai tends to get a little humpy in his heats, instinctually chasing friction whenever and wherever he can. pillows, couch arms, blankets, even the corner of a table once. so you just sigh and shake your head when you see the distressed puppy violating the poor pillow before settling onto the bed and pulling him in between your legs, with his back to your chest. you kiss up his neck sweetly, whispering sweet, calming things into his ear, telling him he's okay and that you've got him, while you give his cock a good few squeezes. like you said, 2 strokes later, and hot cum is spitting from the tip. he's embarrassed, immediately turning around and nuzzling into you, but you just laugh and tell him its okay, and that he's such a good puppy for responding so well to your touch <3

in dazai's heat, when you finally let the poor puppy fuck you, you better hope his heat fell over a weekend or else you're gonna have to take a couple days off from work/school because he's not letting you go any time soon. it's so animalistic and primal the way he mounts you, pressing you into the mattress as he shoves his horribly aching, leaky cock into your hole, damn near howling as he does. dazai always prided himself on his humanity, but he's more dog than not when you're under him like this. his tail is swishing, his ears are pinned back, and he's growling as he thrusts into you at a nonhuman speed and strength. the only human words coming out of his mouth are incoherent ones that revolve around breeding you full of his puppies. and i love the idea like you said of him kneading into your abdomen or your chest as a comfort/grounding thing, that's so puppy like and so cute !!

and yes yes yes yes...... he absolutely loses all rational thought and autonomy over his body to where he's not even processing anything other than how good his cock feels, ignoring how full is bladder is until what's shooting out of his cock and filling your hole isn't cum but piss. he couldn't care less in this state, and you've come to terms with it happening. it just comes with the territory of having a puppy hybrid in your life <3 <3 (thank you for indulging me sweetheart)

[shortkingvince]

Solomon's Lovely Apprentice

Minors DNI

Solomon wanting to be bred knowing full well it would be impossible to get him pregnant, and the fact he wouldn't even want to actually be pregnant if it WERE possible, but loving the idea of being pounded so hard it defies biology...

Dom!Top!MC x Sub!Bottom!Solomon

Warnings: Solomon has a breeding kink without actually wanting to get pregnant, he just wants to be pounded to death, he wants to be the one to be bred, reader is amab. Pronouns are gender neutral.

No actual sex in this part, just Solomon's imagination running wild. An old man can dream.

Also I wrote this at 3 am with a wrist brace on due to an injury, Obey Me brainrot hit so hard that I defied such weakness /j

This is being posted at 4 am, I am eepy deepy

Solomon: Am I pregnart? /ref (This is not an MPreg fic, I don't do pregnancy fics in general, I just thought it would be silly to write Solomon desperately wanting to be bred until he can't even think)

Yes there will be a part two

NSFW under the cut

Pants filled the air, frustration welling up in the white-haired sorcerer as he desperately palmed at the tent in his pants. This had been happening far more often lately, his fantasies running wild each time he thought about you, his favorite apprentice.

He found himself rushing off to his room regularly now, unable to keep his thoughts of you at bay. He always looked so composed on the outside, but it felt like he had a raging wildfire on the inside. One that only you could quell.

He had been dropping hints here and there. Some were less obvious, with others being so obvious that he knows there's no way you aren't playing dumb on purpose. He had been doing everything he could to rile you up and get you to just take him then and there, but each attempt ended in failure.

His mind drifted away from his frustrations for a moment, fantasizing about the things he wanted you to do to him. He thought about you finally, finally bending him over and practically ripping his clothes off, giving him barely any time to use a spell to sound proof his room and lock the door.

His cock only continued to protest against the confines of his clothing. In one quick move he all but ripped his pants and boxers off, just how you did in his fantasy but without the damage to his clothes. He thought about how you'd waste no time in touching him, exploring his body and the markings he had from all the pacts he was in.

You'd trace each one, teasing him as your faint touches only fueled the blood rushing to his weeping cock. You'd trace your hand around his thighs, going so close to where he wanted you before you pulled back, staring down at him like he was some piece of prey.

He could barely control his breathing as fantasy you went back again and squeezed one of his thighs, making him let out a shaky breath. He finally let his hand start to travel towards his cock, imagining it was yours instead. Fuck, he needed you. The demon brothers were always dragging you away, giving him little time to have you for even a day.

The frustration that was building up at that thought vanished as soon as he touched his cock, making him let out a small gasp of surprise, as if it wasn't his own hand touching him. His eyes were squeezed closed as he continued to imagine you, your strokes were slow and teasing, circling the head of his cock every so often. It felt like you were trying to drive the poor man mad.

He suppressed a shiver as "you" suddenly circled a finger around his rim, hearing "you" mutter a spell that lubricated your fingers as you teased the outside of his entrance. Normally he'd be embarrassed by the moan he let out as his finger breached his hole in reality, but he couldn't care less since all he could focus on was you in his imagination. He gave himself a moment to adjust before he started to move the finger inside of him, and he couldn't stop himself from imagining how you'd look at him as you fingered him. How you'd mock and tease him for getting so worked up over one finger. Or maybe you'd coo at him, telling him how pretty he looks under you. Either one was driving him wild as he slipped a second finger inside of himself.

He started off slow at first, using his fingers to drag along his insides in a way that made him shiver. It wasn't long before his patience ran thin though, quickly ramming his fingers inside and out of him as he moaned your name into his empty room, the wet squelching causing his face to heat up in embarrassment at how he was acting, but he just couldn't stop himself. He used his other hand to tug at his cock, stroking himself fast as he got closer to his release.

It wasn't enough, it just wasn't enough. He needed your cock so badly. He needed to be bred by you even though he knew it was physically impossible for him to get pregnant. Hell, he didn't even WANT to get pregnant if he could, but the thought of you fucking him so hard and deep that it defied the literal laws of nature turned him on so badly that it hurt. He needed your cum deep inside him, pounding your seed from previous rounds even deeper into him until he couldn't even think properly.

He couldn't stop himself from letting out a deep moan as he finally came all over his shirt, having forgotten to remove it earlier in his frantic state. Once he finally snapped back to reality and gently pulled his fingers out of him, he couldn't help but cringe at the feeling of his cum seeping through his shirt. That only made him think about what you'd say if you saw him so desperate like this though, frustration welling up again as he felt himself rub his thighs together.

Fuck.

He used a spell to clean his hands quickly as he grabbed his DDD, searching for your name as he finally sent you a message.

monSOLO: "Please, I need you so badly, just come over and fuck me already."

monSOLO: "I know you've seen my hints. I've seen how you look at me when I've given you them. Come over. Please."

monSOLO: "I know you're reading my messages right now. Fuck...come over. Please."

He was almost ready to give up and accept defeat until he suddenly saw the three moving dots signifying you were typing. He gripped his phone as if it would slip from his hands any moment. His cock slowly started to twitch back to life as he read your message.

MC: "I'm coming over right now. I hope you aren't planning on using your legs too much tomorrow, I'm not letting you go until I've drained every last drop I have into you."

Fuck. You truly were going to drive him mad, in the best way he could ever ask for from his lovely apprentice.

[pinguwrites]

Dark!Neil refusing to pull out when the reader needs him to due to not being on birth control.

"no please stop, we can't! . . . hehehhehHAHHHAHA "

Drabble: dark!neil refuses to pull out

pairing | dark!neil lewis x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: non-con, smut, dark!neil, forced breeding kink, sexism, implied reader co-owns gumshoe video with neil, PROCEED WITH CAUTION, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE

Disclaimer: Watching The Detectives characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

A/N: you have @mrkdvidal1989 to thank for this, I took a break from another fic to get this out real quick so I could give you guys some fuel 😘. Writing about neil also reminds me of a dream I recently had where Neil spit in my mouth on a beach sooo yeah

"Fuck, Neil!"

You weren't sure what had gotten into your boyfriend today. Since morning he had been uncharacteristically handsy and needy — not that he wasn't a little pervert most days — only that it was becoming so public and obvious that you had to swat Neil's hand away and give him a warning glare just so he would quit warding of the customers, multiple times since you both arrived at Gumshoe Video.

"I had a dream," he had murmured, wrapping you up in his arms, only for his hands to slide up underneath your skirt and feel the curve of your ass, to which you had snapped at him before frantically looking around the store to see if anyone saw.

"Well," you said in response, "you can tell me about it later — Friday's are one of our busiest times!"

Neil had backed away after that, but you could still feel the longing glances he sent over to you. You almost felt bad, though you knew you had to be professional at work. Besides, you relished in the idea of teasing him.

The moment you two had stepped foot inside your shared apartment he had pinned you against the wall and attacked your lips. He carried you to your bedroom, shoved you down on the mattress, grabbed some lube, and started thrusting like mad dog.

"P-please, slow down," you whimpered, the bed shaking so hard the creaks could be heard through the halls. His cock slid in and out of you at a pace Neil never used before, filling up your walls ungracefully, like you weren't his girlfriend, but a hole.

"Can't," he moaned, burying his face in your breasts. "Can't help myself when I'm around you. Just need you so bad . . . You know that dream I was telling you about?"

"Neil — just a break — "

Neil groaned, his hot breath on your neck. "I know women aren't that smart, but c'mon, it was only this afternoon."

Neil could be sexist sometimes. Your family and friends told you to avoid men like that, which was the specific reason you avoided telling them about your boyfriend's often slips. It was just — you loved Neil. You really loved him. There wasn't much else about the topic to discuss, or at least anything you wanted to admit about how problematic it really was.

"I remember," you said, breathless. "Is this what it was about? Fucking me till I pass out?"

"I bred you."

You froze, though your body was still moving due to Neil's deathly grip and the way he was shoving into you so desperately.

"N-no," you protested. "You can't now, I'm not on birth control. I don't have anymore, I ran out, the store's closed — "

" — It's not just that," Neil hissed, interrupting you. "I want a child."

This was bound to happen soon. You and Neil were well on your way to marriage, but not now, not like this. Not when you knew that you both weren't ready to raise a kid.

"You're just saying that because of the dream." You placed your hands against his chest, halfheartedly pushing him off. You didn't want this to be a struggle. You were hoping that he would understand the message and pull out, but he didn't.

Neil shook his head.

"Yes," you insisted, then you got scared. You didn't want to be the woman who only married her man because she got knocked up. What if Neil and you broke up after this? That would be even worse! These few moments of pleasure weren’t worth all the headache in the future.

Neil took your hands and pinned them above your head, pushing them into the soft, cold pillow.

"You do what I say, understand?" Neil said sternly, looking right into your eyes. "Be a good girlfriend and let me give you a child."

"No," you cried out, turning your head, your fear increasing by the second.

Neil used his free hand to grab your chin and forced you to look at him. He had never been this forceful, this violent before.

"Stop being so goddamn stubborn," he spat. "You're gonna have my child wether you like it or not."

He wiped away your tears and buried his head his head back in your breasts, muttering, "Stupid bitch."

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@henrywintersdearestgirl @shroombloom-rry @meetmeatyourworst @nela-cutie @madnessandobsession @slut4thebroken @qqquartz7 @mrkdvidal1989

[sluttyten]

positions

Yesterday <- || -> Kinktober Masterlist

Day Four: Breeding kink w/ Mark

Word Count: 2,042

“God, I wanna put a baby in you,” Mark groans, watching you hold your friend’s baby. You’ve been babysitting the sweet little girl all day while her parents take a day-and-a-half trip. You’ve noticed how your boyfriend’s been watching you as you cuddle and play with the baby all day, but now is the first time he’s voiced his thoughts.

You’re presently cradling her against your shoulder as you move around the room, multi-tasking. But you spare a second to look over at Mark.

Having kids is something that you’ve discussed a few times with him. The first time it came up was actually really early on in the relationship, a night out together when a family with four young kids sat at the table beside yours at the restaurant. They were boisterous bordering on obnoxious, but you were charmed by the chubby cheeks and way they poured affection on their parents. That night, Mark told you he wanted a big family in the future.

It’s come up several more times, but never in a way that really mattered. Never in a way like just now, with Mark bluntly telling you he wants to knock you up with his baby.

“Excuse me?” You laugh, looking right at him while you rub your hand down the baby’s back.

Mark rakes his fingers through his hair, his eyes following your movements as you keep moving around the room, tidying things and being careful with the baby all at once.

“Right now,” Mark says, “watching you like this,” he gestures at you, waving his hand around to indicate you moving about the apartment. “I’ve got such domestic feelings for you. Picturing you waddling around pregnant with one baby already on your hip, doing housewife things. Cooking, cleaning, making babies.”

You pause in folding a blanket one-handed. This too is something Mark has briefly mentioned in the past, this want of domesticity, and at the time you’d teased him that if he wanted a 1950s housewife you weren’t sure you were the best person for that. It had inspired a night of roleplay that was pretty nice involving you sucking him off while he watched a drama on the TV and then you’d served him a slice of apple pie.

“As soon as you put her down for a nap,” Mark says as he stands up, crossing the room to you. “I’m fucking you until we’ve got one of our own.” He kisses you on the forehead.

You stare at him, mouth fallen open slightly, ensnared in the heat of Mark’s determined gaze. You can’t deny that you feel a bit turned on right now, arousal flaring in your belly at the idea of Mark pulling you into bed or bending you over any surface really, keeping you there until he’s fucked you so many times, filled you all the way to the brim with his cum so you’re well and truly bred by him, bound to be knocked up.

After that little exchange, it’s all you’re thinking about for the next hour. You so desperately want to put the baby down for a nap early, but you know she’s on a particular schedule, so instead you have to cuddle and entertain her all while you daydream about Mark fucking you so deep and good, imagining him bending you in half with your knees at your ears so his cock is as deep inside you as it can go, his cum flooding your womb until a baby is all but guaranteed.

Because, although having a baby and a family is something you’ve wanted and discussed before, never has it been framed like this, never offered as a instantaneous thing. And fuck, the longer the minutes drag by, seconds lasting hours, the hotter you get.

The moment the baby starts to get a little fussy and as soon as her blinks grow slow and sleepy, you lay her down in her little playpen.

Mark’s sitting in the kitchen eating a late lunch, but you don’t care what he’s doing. This is all you’ve been thinking about doing since he put the thought in your head, and now you need him to put his cock in you instead. Preferably before you combust.

He makes a small noise of surprise when you appear from behind him, throwing a leg over his lap, squeezing in between him and the table to seat yourself on his thighs. You don’t give him the opportunity to adjust to your sudden presence, you curl your hand at the back of his neck and drag his mouth to yours.

You grind on him, rolling your hips with a sense of urgency. Mark moans, grabbing for your hips.

“Fuck me,” you moan against his lips. You push one hand down his chest, down between your body and his until you can dip your fingertips beneath his waistband. “Mark, all I’ve been thinking about for the past hour is you fucking a baby into me, so if you don’t do it right now, I’m gonna explode.”

His lips twitch into a smirk. “I can do that.”

You don’t expect him to lift you off his lap, sitting you up on the edge of the table behind you. Mark paws at the pants you’re wearing as he stands up, trying to pull them down even as he’s dragging his own pants down. You don’t offer any help, content to just hungrily kiss him and pull him even further over you as you tip back to lie flat on the table.

Mark gets his pants down his thighs, gets yours down somewhat too before you just kick one leg free and let your pants dangle off the other leg. You hook your free leg around Mark’s hip, and he moves forward.

Smoothly, Mark enters you, sinking happily into the warm, slick welcome of your pussy.

“Mm!” You break the kiss, whining, “Please, Mark. Fill me up. I need it.”

Mark laughs under his breath, moving his kisses down to your throat. “You want my babies in your belly so badly, huh? You’re gonna moan and beg for it like a bitch in heat?” All you can do is moan for him, but that’s just the answer Mark was looking for.

He stands upright, trailing his hand down your body until his thumb lands on your clit. Mark works tight, fast circles on your clit, giving slow smooth thrusts into you that make your toes curl and makes that heat inside you unfurl through your veins in such a cruel and teasing way.

“I can’t wait to see you that way,” Mark groans, running a hand over your belly. “All swollen with my babies. Surrounded by a bunch of our kids. Mm, God, let me hear you beg for it again.”

You reach for him, one hand grasping his forearm, your nails scraping lightly over his skin as you moan, “Mark, please! Wanna be the perfect wife for you, wanna make you a daddy. Please, just fuck me. I need it deep.” The words start pouring out of you, pleading and begging and whining, a babbled stream that you don’t even keep track of as the words fall from your lips.

All you know is it’s getting to Mark, putting him in a state of equally delirious lust. His hand slips away from your clit so he’s gripping onto both of your hips, and he fucks you deeper, harder, more intense like you’ve been begging him to.

Each thrust forward has his hips smacking against you, forcing you up the table. You can feel him jarringly deep, bordering on pain though it blurs into pleasure easily. Each press forward sending you a little higher on the table, a little deeper into this state of mind reigned by empty-minded desire.

Your back arches off the table. You throw an arm over your head, trying to push yourself down harder on Mark’s cock. Heat races in waves through your body, your sudden orgasm a flood of pleasure, but you don’t stop moving, and Mark is only drawn in more feeling you cumming around him.

Mark hitches your thighs up, pressing your knees towards your chest just as you’d been fantasizing about earlier, and with the new angle, he feels impossibly deeper.

Your fingers catch on the edge of the table above your head, holding tight as you moan Mark’s name, begging him to cum inside you, because fuck he’s right there. In your womb, so if he would just cum, just breed you right now, there’s little doubt in your mind that you’d be knocked up.

Distantly, a thought appears in your mind that you should quiet down to not wake the baby in the other room. But before you can fully achieve that thought, it’s gone, swept away by the lust of Mark’s next move.

He doesn’t pull out of you as he grabs you by the hips and drags you off the edge of the table. Mark collapses into his previously abandoned chair, sinking you down on his cock so you’re sat in his lap. Your knees are still folded up on either side against his arms, and he holds you there, bouncing you in his lap, driving up into you. Your legs slip to the side, draping over his hips and the sides of the chair, your toes barely able to brush the floor.

With each thrust, you feel as if the breath is being knocked out of you, a constant stream of moans flying from your lips. Your head rolls back on your shoulders, exposing your throat to Mark for him to spread fiery hot kisses.

Mark makes sounds you’ve never heard from him, deep groans and guttural moans as he snaps his hips up into you while dragging you down to meet his thrusts.

Your body feels like a live wire, tingling constantly, tipping you into orgasm. When Mark sucks a hickey sharply against your throat, the pleasure of it sends you spiraling, and you feel yourself squirting, your hips rocking uncontrollably, pussy pulsing around Mark’s cock. You white out a bit from the intensity of it.

All you know is the heat of Mark’s hands on your hips and his mouth at your throat, the blaze of his cock inside you as he pulls you right down snug onto his cock and at last cums inside you. Your legs drape uselessly to the side, but still you try to roll your hips to give him a little extra something as Mark’s cock pulses deep inside you, cum flooding you with warmth.

You never want this feeling to end. You push both of you a little further. You press your toes to the floor, using that to enable yourself to ride Mark, milking his cock of everything he has to give you.

Your strength fails you, and you just take a seat with Mark’s cock warm and wet inside you. You collapse against him, wrapped safe in his arms to come down from this sex-induced high.

“Oh, God,” Mark sighs, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. “God, that was good. I liked that.”

You lift an unsteady hand to his hair, tangling your fingers loosely through his damp locks. “So good.”

So good that you can’t and don’t want to move. You like feeling plugged up by Mark at the moment, keeping his seed inside you, giving it more of a chance to take hold because, shit, you really do want to have his babies. But if it doesn’t work right now, maybe you can keep being his pretty cumdump, let him breed you any time of day or night until it works.

Your fingers scrape over his scalp, and Mark hisses quietly.

“Do that again,” he murmurs against your shoulder, “And I’ll be ready for round two before you know it.”

You tug a little harshly on his hair, enjoying the sound of his hiss as Mark lifts his head from your shoulder.

“The baby’s still asleep,” you tell him, “why not squeeze in another round. Up our odds?”

That’s all the convincing Mark takes before he’s reaching down between you and him, fingers on your sensitive clit to get this round started.

[karlachs-footrest]

~~To the pretty girls who need a little something before bed 😉~~

Oh honey, I would do absolutely everything I've ever dreamed of doing to a so called good girl like yourself.

Id start slow, having your hands tied up above your head and covering you in little kisses all over your face and neck, avoiding your mouth at all costs until you're desperately begging to the point that I have to slap you hard enough to hopefully get you realizing that you aren't in control when you're in Mistress's care. And then, id start leaving marks.

From the neck down id bite harder and harder and harder until your drooling from moans through my fingers. Id make your bruises something that would take weeks to go away. Your tits would feel so soft under my free hand, and I wouldn't hesitate to do the same. Biting and teasing your nipples, sucking on them until they're swollen and red. By then, your pussy would be dripping for Mistress's strap, wouldn't it?

I bet a good girl like you likes getting bred. I bet you love the idea of a pretty girl filling you up whether you want it or not, which we both know you do. Only then would I take my hand away, wiping your drool all over your face and wasting no time in flipping you over so I can see that pretty ass of yours.

A whore like you knows when it's coming, and I can hear the tremble of anticipation as I lay kisses along your ass before spanking you so hard the bed rattles. Your moans would make me wet enough to want to cum with you, but this isn't about me. Its about making my good girl cum, because I say so.

I might even make sure the window is open so the world can see how well I take care of my slut. My cumdumpster that wants nothing more than to be filled up nice and deep by their Mistress.

I would make you endure as long as I wanted. Yanking your hair back as I pound you hard and deep, listening to your whimpers and feeling you tighten around me. Id make you get close more than a few times just to hear your pleas to come. I know you want it baby, but mommy isn't done.

And when I do finally let you cum, I don't stop. I keep hitting the walls of your cunt over and over again, hearing your screams of overstimulation that make me so horny I might cum just from your voice alone.

And as we lay there, your brain coming back to the real world and my hands playing with your hair as you calm down, I just can't wait but get wet at the thought of doing it to you again the next day when you're begging for more.

Oh honey, I would love to fuck you like that more than you would ever believe. 😘

Have a wonderful night my love. If you touch yourself tonight, I hope I can be a source of pleasure for you.

If you get hard for me girlies, or get so wet through your underwear that you have to change, send me a pic 😘

MINORS DNI, THIS IS GAY SEX BABY

[sweetracha]

BreedING KINK GO BRERRRRRRRTRTT IDC WHO. IDC WHEN. IDC HOW. ME OE THEM. I JUST FUCMKKKMMMM, thr mere thought of making seungmin ride my strap until hes literally fucking sobbing is so fucking nice oh ky god. Cock soent but he just wont STOP.

OR OR OR OR OR

Seungmin useing sll these new found muacles to put my ass into the MEANIST MATING PRESS. And i mean absolutely fucking FILTHY. Wet, messy, mean, and i mesn MEAN AS FUCK.

God csnt save me anymore im so sorey

STOP BECAUSE I CAN'T!!!! I NEED TO BE BRED SO BAD!!!

But also whiney crying subby stray kids begging to be bred is so......*brain shuts down*

Wants to Breed

-CHAN: He can and WILL put a baby into you. Chan fills you up multiple times before holding your legs up straight in the air so nothing leaks.

-Hyunjin: I know he would be such a beautiful whiney sub but I don't see him wanting to be bred, the thought of it brings him out of the mood. HOWEVER breeding you??? Creating life???? ART TO LIFE??? His hopeless romantic heart (and cock) is gone

-Jeongin: OH he wants kids! He knows you two should wait but the idea of the risk turns him on more than he would ever want to admit. His idea would be 'we aren't planning for it but if it happens it happens'

Wants to be Bred

-Han: In my mind this man is a switch but leans sub when it comes to breeding. He is terrified of having children so baby is always protected when he is fucking you. But him? He can't get pregnant. Doesn't mean he can't act like it. Begging doesn't even begin to describe how desperate he is

-Felix: I mean come on?!?!?! The second his hot mommy comes in with her extra large strap, the boy can't speak. He just presents himself on the bed for you. Makes sure you buy fake cum, he wants the whole experience.

To Breed or to be Bred, that is the Question.

-Minho: I know this one is controversial but hear me out! Imagine him on your bed READY for your cock, to be fucked out of his mind and filled...but his way. Yes he is still taking the lead. He will never admit he wants it, this way allows him to keep his dignity. "Fill me up baby, prove you are worth something and breed me. It's all your good for anyways" but he also wants to fill you. You are his slutty little cum dump of a kitten. He makes it seem like a favor he is doing you. "Might as well fill you up kitten, useless little thing. Maybe you'll get pregnant, hmmm. I'll keep you as my little housewife. Sounds fitting for a dumb little kitty"

-Changbin: I don't know why, I don't know how, I just know it fits! Big buff boy brought his knees by the idea of being bred by you. But then you turn it around the next day and cry to be bred??? His mind gets numb from the back and forth. He loves it so much.

-Seungmin: Will always start out as wanting to breed you. Almost goes so overboard with the act that you catch on to him wanting more. As he opens up more about his subby puppy side do you learn the truth. In a moment of vulnerability he cried for you to cum in him. He knew it wasn't possible but he NEEDED it. After a long discussion, many toys were purchased. Just in time for puppy's first heat.

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[mythicalmyles]

— req,

hi myth! it's been a while since i last sent a request in.

may i have some naive!camboy reader x obsessive perv who finds out where he lives <3

small belly bulge & a lil bit of corruption + marking kink!! pretty pleaaseeeee ❤

you can change the character to whoever you want HOWEVER i did actually have Cody in mind when i wrote this.

– [💤 anon ]

(Name) let out a low moan as he sunk back onto his dildo, back arching and pushing his chest closer to the camera. Once (Name) had started he found it hard to stop, the comments strangers made on him was what drove him.

'Beg like a good boy.'

"Please, ah-I wanna cum." He moaned out as he rode the toy harder, drool dripping down his lips. (Name) came with a squeal, body locking as his orgasm washed through him. He sat for a moment catching his breath as comments flooding in, most were the usual. Except one.

'You'd look pretty tied up in my cabin.'

(Name) flushed at the comment, the idea of someone kidnapping him and keeping him all to themselves turned him on. "Come get me then, daddy." (Name) bit his lip, sending the viewers a cheeky smile before ending the stream.

______

After a few days of borderline the creepiest comments he's ever heard he had decided to take a while off of streaming. He'd made enough cash to be comfortable for a while. He couldn't deny the twinge in his stomach every time the commenter appeared, the things they said were downright filth.

(Name) was currently sat at his kitchen table, moon light flooding his back as he tapped his nails. His mind was far away as he gazed at the moon out of the window, not noticing the figure approaching behind him.

He barley had a moment to react before he was shoved over the table, a hand rooted in his hair as the other pinned him to the table. “What the fu-“ (Name choked out before he felt someone roughly grind against his ass. “You should’ve checked your windows.” A voice chuckled sending shivers down his spine.

“N-no please.” (Name) begged, fearing for his life. The mysterious figure hushed him, hand coming from his hair to his ass. (Name) whimpered as his ass was squeazed roughly, his assaulter shaking the fat in awe. “It’s like you were made to be bred, fuck you’ve got an ass better then any bitch ive seen.” The voice growled in his ear causing him to whimper and shake his head. “I-im a boy! Yo-you can’t bre-breed me.” He cried out, causing Cody to chuckle. “Want a bet?” Cody smirked as he quickly tore down (Names) boxers, revealing his ass to him.

(Name) gripped Cody’s wrists trying to pry them away as the larger played with his ass. (Name) sobbed and tried to get away, resulting in a show for Cody to feast on. Cody bit his lip before leaning down, quickly pushing his tongue as deep as if would go. (Name) squealed as Cody ate him out, tongue lapping all over him as he slurped on (Names) hole. “G-god please!” (Name) cried out as his back arched, allowing Cody to explore deeper. Cody kept playing with (Name) until he had him sobbing and rolling his hips back, desperate for more.

“Knew you’d like that, it was so cute how embarrassed you’d get whenever i spoke about eating your ass.” Cody smirked, lips attaching to the back of (Names) neck. “A-ah, no, stop.” (Name) choked out as Toby ground his cock against (Names) hole. “Why are you arching into it then? Want to be stuffed that bad, huh?” (Name) ignored the way his cock twitched and his belly contracted, his head tried to shake itself clear. This was wrong. This was a stranger.

But the thought’s left his head as he felt something drip onto his hole and slide down his cheeks. Whimpers flew from him as he jumped. “No wha-what are you doing?” He rambled out as a soft moan left him, some of the liquid dripping down his balls. “You want me to go in dry?” Cody questioned, smirking when (Name) panicked and shouted ‘No!’ “Then you need this. But.” He drawled off. “This is all the prep you get baby, i want you to remember who you belong to.” Cody growled out before forcing his cock past (Names) tight rim, resulting in the latter crying out as he had a cock slide deep into him.

A choked out groan left (Name) as Cody bottomed out, stilling for a moment to roll his hips. “Please.” (Name) begged as Cody ground against his prostate, his own hips rolling back. “Aw, you gonna finally be a good boy?” Cody teased, sliding his cock fully out only to slam back in deep. “N-no, just. G-god don-dont stop!” He cried out as Cody slammed deep into him, cock hitting his prostate with every thrust.

(Name) couldn’t help but submit as he was overwhelmed with pleasure, his mind vibrating. He hadn’t taken a real cock before, it sent his mind whizzing as pleasure buzzed through his head. He couldn’t help but moan as Cody slammed into him, burying his cock deep. “Such a good puppy for me, such a pretty puppy.” Cody rambled out at his thrusts became erratic.

Cosy let out a growl, speeding up his thrusts as his nails dug deep into (Names) hips. Loud moans poured from (Name), his stomach swirling as he came all over his kitchen island. “Mine. Mine.” Cody muttered as he bit down on (Names) shoulder, cum flooding into his ass. Cody slowed his thrusts as he milked himself dry, keeping a tight grip on (Name).

[slimewares]

Ok, yay sequel to the contagious pregnancy story

You meet up with her again. The girl. The woman. The goddess. The mother of the children stirring inside your womb. She tells you that your adoration is misplaced, that these miracles didn’t start with her, but you don’t care. All that’s important is that she’s responsible for the ever constant state of bliss that you now call home. And, of course, for your new cock.

Her body has changed since you last saw her too. Her stomach has grown slightly, not as much as you thought it would and not nearly as much as yours has.

“Initially I was only impregnated once.” She explains to you.

“Initially?”

“I can feel another one inside now, but I have no idea how it got there.”

“Even still, why does it look like I’m more pregnant than you?”

“I suppose you might be. When we had sex,” she blushes and looks away, “I’m afraid I couldn’t help myself.”

You remember how she repeatedly filled your cunt with her cum, a memory you’ve touched yourself to many times. But now knowing that each time she made sure to shoot her seed as deep inside of you as possible that she was really filling you with more and more of her spawn, you feel your womb twitch with arousal and gratitude.

Her breasts have grown somewhat as well. In fact, her whole figure seems to have been affected. You suppose it shouldn’t come as a surprise that being pregnant has made her fill out more, but what does surprise you is that your own body hasn’t at all.

“I don’t know what it is,” she says, “but I think, somehow… they know.”

“Know what?”

“Look at how it’s changed you.” She gestures to your cock.

Even when not erect, your cock is still closer to the size of that of a cis man. You look at her cock. Considering how large and thick it was when she impregnated you, it’s surprisingly small when soft.

“They know what we want, I think.” She says as she sits down on her bed. “They want us to feel good. They want us to be happy.”

She pulls you close. You lean down to kiss her, but she puts a hand on your chest as she lies down on the bed, wanting you to look at her.

“See?” She opens her legs.

You see that in between her legs is a small, wet opening. Instantly you fall to your knees before her.

“See?” She threads her fingers into your hair and pulls you closer.

Before you even realize it, your mouth is upon her. You desperately lick into her, encouraged by her barely stifled moans and the way her grip tightens on your hair. You kiss your way up to her cock, which hasn’t grown to the size it was when she bred you, but still clearly twitches with arousal. You take her into your mouth hungrily yet tenderly, gently lapping at her as if you were licking a clit rather than sucking cock.

Both the wetness leaking from her cock and her cunt have an otherworldly taste that begins to set off that same magnificent throbbing within you. Your cock hardens as you feel like something deep inside of her is calling out to you.

She pulls your head away from her and you know instantly what she wants. What you both want. What you both need.

You climb on top of her and waste no time in lining your cock up with her cunt.

You both let out heavenly moans as you push your cock deep inside of her. You feel her nails dig into your back and her legs wrap around your waist. The feeling must be incredibly intense for her. It’s intense for you too. You’ve had your tdick sucked before and rutted against the cunts of girls before, but the new feeling of your large new cock buried deep inside the warm, wet tightness of her pussy is unbelievable.

You press yourself as far as you can go into her, spurred on by her sweet little whimpers, until your hips meet. You feel movement in your womb, it tells you to move now. To fuck her. To breed her.

You obey.

With no thought to tenderness, you instantly begin humping her like a dog, bringing forth a litany “ah ah ah”s from her lips. She looks so sweet as you fuck her. Her eyes are closed, only briefly fluttering open to reveal them rolled back when you hit particularly deep inside of her. You realize that you must be hitting her cervix.

You could swear you thought your cock grew thicker at the thought.

"Fuck!" She moans, "So deep."

"How does my cock feel inside of you?" You pant.

"Perfect. It feels perfect."

With one hand you start gently stroking her clit and begin tweaking one of her nipples with the other, causing her to turn into a whimpering mess under you.

You grin down at her. Despite the life growing in your burgeoning womb, which you are reminded of each time your bump rubs against hers, you've never felt more like a man. To know that the pleasure being had by this beautiful woman underneath you, in what you suppose is technically her first time, is all because of your long, thick cock pounding into her... what divinity.

You feel frantic movement in your womb and your cock begins to throb and pulse as you begin to approach your climax.

"Please!" She begs, "Please, I'm so close."

She locks her legs around your hips.

"Please, cum inside me. Bless my womb with a new miracle."

You nod and begin thrusting even harder into her, now feeling yourself hit her cervix with just about every thrust. You feel yourself start to lose control as your hips speed up on their own. The movement in your womb feels like a frenzy.

"Please!" She begs, "Breed me!"

Completely lost in the feeling of her, you drive hard and deep into her one last time and you roar in ecstasy as your cock begins shooting your seed into her. Your pleasure is enhanced by the rhythmic squeeze of her own orgasm around you and the divine sounds of her moans.

As you come down from your high, you look down at her. Her eyes are still closed, her head still thrown back in pleasure, a rosy pink covering her face and chest. Your eyes continue lower to her perfect breasts and growing stomach. In fact, you think you see her stomach moving a bit. Maybe even growing slightly. It occurs to you that you may have actually added one of your own spawn into her womb.

You also feel something happening inside you as well. That slight cramping feeling that gives way to the heavenly thrumming. You feel slightly fuller. You realize that somehow another life is now also stirring inside of you. Is this going to happen every time you have sex? You bite your lip. This could become very addicting.

You finally pull out of her, taking a moment to watch your cum ooze out of her before flopping down next to her on the bed.

She turns to look at you and smiles.

"How do you feel?" She asks, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear.

"Like I want to hear more about that party you were talking about"

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aaaaa so I do know what I want to do for the next part, but I figured it had been long enough since when I started and that this was a good place to leave it for now. sorry its taken a minute lol, I've been busy with/tired from work, hope this is, ya know, good :)

[allzelemonz]

Not a Drop: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 8, Breeding Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Passing mention of having a kid (but not really talking about it, just dirty talk), Micah being a needy bottom, Reader is confused but supportive of Micah’s breeding kink, multiple orgasms, playing with hair, cuddling, cockwarming, breeding, anal fingering, anal sex, dirty talk, top Reader and bottom Micah Summary: Micah has a bit of a surprising request, he wants to be filled like he’s being bred.

Micah’s wording of the request was awkward and unsure. He mumbled it at first, leaving you unable to hear anything other than a few words. It was lucky you were camped out away from everything because when you asked him to repeat it, he yelled.

“I want ya ta act like yer tryin’ ta breed me, okay?” He had shouted, his face flooded with embarrassment. “Like I can have yer kids er somethin… It’s stupid-”

And you had stopped him from degrading himself, told him it’s not stupid or weird, and that you’d do it if it made him happy. Micah had flushed red and tried to play it off with a smirk and a cocky attitude, but his hands shaking showed his nerves. You’re nervous too. The idea that a man wants to be fucked like… It is a little out of the ordinary, but it’s worth trying if it’s what Micah wants. He has already shocked you by being the type to take rather than give, so what’s one more shock to your perceptions.

So when you stretched him out in the tiny tent, you paid attention to how he acted. He lifted his hips and whined like a desperate whore, all but begging for your dick. Seeing Micah in such a state made your dick twitch, but it also surprised you enough to make you have to rethink your approach.

And so you decided that if this is what Micah wants, you will give it to him in every way you can.

So with Micah under you now, you play with his hair as your hips grind into him. You have cum inside of him twice, not having to strain yourself too much given that the two of you haven’t had a moment alone for weeks. Micah has relaxed against the bedroll for the most part, his head resting on his arms and his legs spread as wide as he can get them with you settled flush against his ass, only moving to lift his hips when you fuck him.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” You ask, soft like the motions of your fingers in his hair.

He hums. “Full…”

You smile. “I have one more for you, Micah. Can you take it?”

“Please…” He murmurs against his arm. “Fuck, I want more, darlin’.”

“You like me filling you up, don’t you?”

He groans, hiding his face in his arms but nodding.

“When I’m done, you’re not gonna let all our hard work go to waste, are you?”

He groans again, fully muffled by his arms now.

“Gotta keep all that cum deep inside, right, Micah?” You whisper, leaning over him to whisper in his ear. “Make sure it sticks.”

“Just fuck me again, cowpoke.” He groans, looking over his shoulder at you. “Come on, darlin’, I need more a’ ya.”

You can feel yourself getting hard again, your hips still grinding against Micah’s ass. “I know, Micah, I know. Lucky I can’t actually knock you up or anything, we’d be in trouble.”

Micah pushes his hips back into you, hiding his face again.

You settle your hands on his hips, starting mindless thrusts. “Or would you like that? A little Micah Bell IV running around.”

“Shit…” Micah moans.

You pick up the pace, already feeling your end near with how many times you’ve done this tonight. Micah pushes back into you, meeting your hips while rubbing his dick into the ruined bedroll below him. It happens fast, your oversensitive dick gets overwhelmed and you spill inside Micah again. There’s an odd sensation around you, like your old cum is getting pushed out by the new, but you still have the sense to reach under Micah and finish him off too. He collapses and you have to pull your hand away from being crushed. The sudden motion nearly makes your dick slip out of him, but you follow fast and keep yourself sunk inside to keep as much of you inside Micah as you can.

“That enough for you, sweetheart?” You ask, breathless as you settle yourself on top of Micah with a caution not to put too much of your weight on him.

He’s silent for a moment, his legs shaking a bit from having his hips up. “I… wanna sleep like this… you pluggin’ me up…”

His voice wavers, nearly raspy. You move carefully, adjusting the both of you to lay on your sides so you’re more comfortable. Micah settles against you, his muscles mindlessly clenching around you but you’re too spent to care.

[writingsofwesteros]

https://cdn.isselecta.com/2023-11/tap-that-pussy_1500.webp

Some idea of what Gold Cloak Daemon did to the princess when he kept her in his chambers after Alicent tried to send her to the faith.

Even with how easily she’d learned to accept his use of her body, the aggression he pounded her with and the sheer frequency of times he did so eventually had her crying and babbling. Her cunt aching as if he had forcibly taken her maidenhood a second time.

Alicent’s attempt had put Daemon on edge. He punished the cunt of his dragonseed whore for her mother’s insolence, to ease his nerves, and to make sure her womb was put to use. Poor thing. Could hardly move by the end. Hardly think or feel. Aside from the throbbing in her lower body. All those days blurred together. Sometimes she was woken by the feeling of Daemon’s thrusts within her again.

The amount of days he kept her “prisoner” ran out soon. And she would have been free to go if she wished. If she could stand. But instead. After days upon days of ravaging. The princess lay on Daemon’s bed.

Her legs spread. Stained with seed that leaked from her. With bite marks on her thighs. Her rear red and achy with clear handprint marks. Bite marks again along her collarbones, neck, and breasts. Her body covered in sweat. As she pants and shudders. Her cunt red and almost gaping a little from the constant unrelenting penetration, as seed leaks from it. She twitches a little. Almost with a delirious grin on her face. There isn’t a rational thought in the poor girl’s brain. As she lies splayed and used. It’s enough to make Daemon hard again. And he moves closer to her, pulling her body toward him. She doesn’t fight him, just lying in such a sensative state. As he slowly pushes himself inside her again. He hardly needs to go all the way before she lets out a whimpering moan. His relentlessness left her painfully sensitive. For once he moves slowly. Giving occasional but firm thrusts and watching her moan and shiver every time he does.

He’s fully succeeded. The princess is indeed a dragonseed whore. A slave to his cock. Even enough that when he stops moving she manages to moan a “nooooo” and shakily tries moving her hips against him. Desperate for more from him.

“Oh? You want me to keep moving? Is that right little wanton bitch? Does that poor abused cunt just need me to continue?” Daemon croons gently. Despite the humiliating words he speaks. “You’re such a weak girl. Maidenhood taken by force in an alley and here you are, your body begging for the man who did it to fuck you like that again. You get off on it don’t you? Sick girl. Such a weak dragonseed cunt knows its place doesn’t it? Weak for the cock of a true Targaryen isn’t it?” Daemon purrs and holds her face. “You should repent for being such a sick girl. Pray to grow round with proper Targaryen bastards. You’ll be such a lucky dragonseed whore. Such a good vessel.” He finally thrusts harder then, making her gasp and moan, whimpering louder. “No good for being a princess. Just good for taking cock.”

Daemon grasps her hair in his hand and thrusts again, daring to pick up his pace despite her moans and shaking from the overload of sensation. “Ahhh. Right little bitch? Be mounted and bred like livestock?” He smirks as she babbles nonsense, coming completely undone on his cock. Her poor cunt close to finish again. She doesn’t care at all what he says. As long as he brings her over that lovely edge. And he knows it.

“Mine to fuck! Mine to use! I own this womb! I own this cunt! My little bitch! My dragonseed whore! Mine mine mine!”

With each word he thrusts, as she cries out in pleasure, and clenches around his cock. Yelping as she finishes, her body shaking with the force as she finally succumbs to the exhaustion. Who knows if she’s quite conscious as Daemon holds her. Declaring “my sweet girl” and kissing her desperately as he presses deep inside to fill her once again. He lies her down gently on the bed after. Her body finally limp. Completely exhausted. He smiles proudly at his handiwork. All the pleasure he’s introduced her to when he kept her to himself. He knows she’d never be able to leave him after this. He holds her limp body close to him. In a rare tender gesture, brushing hair out of her face before resting a hand on her lower belly. The nerve of her mother…. She must already be pregnant. He’s no fool. Those first few nights when he took her, he must’ve made sure of that. Her damn mother dared to try and take from the lord Commander? That woman will learn better than to try and take away his pet. Especially while she carried precious cargo. As said pet sleeps, Daemon thinks to himself of ways he can take such precautions

Oh she's completely cock drunk now, dumbification settling in nicely as her body rests.

Gold cloaks coming into the room; giving Daemon updates whilst the pretty Princess is bare and spread out on the bed sleeping. Its a stunning sight.

[gimmethatagustd]

jaaaaiiii do you have any yoonmin ff recs ?

hi bestie, surprisingly i don't read a lot of yoonmin (mostly because i'm a taegi/vmin bitch cuz, yknow, my obsession with kim taehyung, and also for some reason i really adore yoonkook) HOWEVER i gotchu 🙏🏽

Sea la víe by ryuks

explicit, mermaid jimin, very soft and awkward and cute, “yoongi is a disaster gay”

Yoongi finds a strand of pearls caught on his fishing hook, but when he tries making off with them as goods to sell he’s not prepared to find an annoyed mermaid glaring at him over the edge of his boat, demanding he give them back or else.

Shadow by @sailoryooons (AO3 version here)

explicit, fantasy (faeries), royalty, toxic bdsm, predator/prey, dead dove, hali writes such a sexy and scary jimin

Yoongi’s life has been sworn to Jimin’s since the moment he was born. He was bred, crafted and trained to be Jimin’s shadow, his greatest protector. Jimin loves just how much Yoongi can never refuse him.

Samsara by @sailoryooons (AO3 version here)

explicit, urban fantasy, demon yoonmin, angst, hali wrote this for me 😌

samsara sɘm-sӓr-ɘ : the indefinitely repeated cycles of birth, misery, and death caused by karma. OR : Yoongi has made a terrible mistake that has bound Jimin to a life of endless grief.

Anniversary by pparkchimin

mature, VERY SAD, suicide attempt, sad ending, grief/mourning, i loved it even tho it was hard to read

Jimin struggles to accept reality for the way it is and finds maladaptive ways to deal with their life.

Dick Picturesque by pornographicpenguin

explicit, there are literal dick pics so proceed with caution lmfao, it's actually a really funny fic, social media au

youre pretty cute tho also why were u sendin some dude who u never texted before nudes that’s like a really bad idea u shold be smarter i’m drunk

Double Ended by deepslowpanic*

explicit, enemies to lovers, coworkers to lovers, humor, sex shop au

Coworkers Yoongi and Jimin are always competing for sales and trying to outdo each other. They’re enemies, rivals. No matter what anyone thinks, it’s absolutely not sexual tension.

*tbh anything by deepslowpanic is good cuz she writes a lot of yoongi fics.

and, of course, a shameless plug:

witches & devils by gimmethatagustd

explicit, vampire yoongi, witch jimin, enemies to lovers (kind of), i desperately need to rewrite this fic lol so i recommend subscribing to it and you'll get an email when i update it (or just wait for me to eventually post it on tumblr), i swear one day i'll finish it lol

Yoongi has a habit of getting himself into trouble, and Jimin is exceptionally good at mending wounds.

[your-subby-creature]

But as for experiments? So many ideas... I suppose a good starter would just to record over a week how frequently each pup gets bred, do they breed with the same pups every time, ect, just to get a baseline of how often this sort of activity is and if theres certain time of day that is preferred.

However, for fun I decide to skew the results. Before I release you out with the rest one day, I douse your collar in a hormone cocktail that not only gets you aroused, but all the other puppies suddenly can't help themselves when they're around you. Everyone is practically clambering over each other to get to your holes, all while I stand a little ways away with a small gas mask and clipboard.

Later when I show my fellow scientists the results they can't help but be curious about what's so special about you that they bring you into the observation deck to check you over for any alterations. However, as the hormones penetrate their mind, they can't help but pinch and grope a little harder than normal. I point out to everyone how wet you are- that maybe you're in heat and that has caused this anamoly.

It isn't long before the scientists start gathering around closer to you. They start rubbing between your legs supposedly to check your wetness, but they don't stop. They keep going while another 'weighs' your chest with their hands, but they don't step away from being pressed up behind you.

Unbeknowst to my collegues, I have some discreet nose plugs in, and am sitting at a desk only a few feet away. Even as they start full on breeding you themselves infront of me, I still diligently jot down my own notes about the situation. Especially about you.

Afterwards I'll take you to your kennel so you can have a night of recuperation from the days excitement. You'll need it for the experiments I have planned later on >:]

(I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this ask, you keep sending me the absolute hottest things I've ever read and I want to do them justice <3)

I wouldn't even know I was going to be your subject at first. My days comprised only of getting bred and used and filled without a care in the world for the people watching and diligently taking notes, without ever noticing the hunger and curiosity in your eyes every time you watched my hole stretched around yet another knot.

Then one morning, you come to my kennel before I'm let out, making sure I'm too absorbed in the pets you give me to notice your gas mask, or to care about the new wetness on my collar. I'd only know anything was different when the hormones start to addle my already-dumb puppybrain.

Heat, worse than anything I've felt since starting T, an all consuming need to be filled, a desperate horniness that leaves no room for anything else. No room for thoughts, for inhibitions, for shame.

Within minutes I'm humping the pillows in my cage, and by the time I'm let out, I'm a dripping, whining, begging mess, smelling so strongly of simple pathetic need that the other puppies can't help but use me like the pack breeding bitch. I'm bred and knotted and fucked and used in every way, my holes stretched so much I feel that I may break, the onslaught continuing even after they've all had a turn or two. No matter how fucked-out I get, I just keep whining for more, my holes just keep dripping and begging to be stuffed full.

By the afternoon, the rest of the research team will have noticed the anomaly, and though it takes over an hour to pry every pack member off of me, I eventually find myself in the sterile examination room, strapped down and spread open wide. I won't be able to stop myself from babbling and begging, only getting louder as touches start to linger on my most sensitive parts, as a once-clincial exam changes with every breath of heat-scented air.

I'll be too fuck-drunk and hazy to know what it means, but I'll notice you then. I'll see you, grinning in the corner, still pristine and unaffected, taking notes as your esteemed colleagues shoot yet another load of cum deep inside me, as the speculum comes out and they see just how much my little holes can really gape.

No, I won't know what it all means until you wash my collar off that night, until the heat fades from my brain and I curl up in my cage. I'll understand it as I drift off to sleep, realizing that I'm your experiment, your subject, your creature, and knowing that I can never know what you'll do tomorrow.

-your Creature