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Master, when is it my turn?

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Your view from your place on my altar.

Happy spooky season!

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Happy spooky season to all the beautiful people on here. Beware of sacrifice season for those looking for a date.

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The weight of his gaze was almost unbearable as she knelt before him, every inch of her screaming with the need to be touched, praised, and filled. He pulled her close, his grip firm and possessive, and she shivered at the way he held her like she was something precious—something that belonged entirely to him.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, his voice deep and laced with desire. “Look at you, always so ready for me. Do you know what I’ve been thinking about, kitten?”

She swallowed, her eyes wide and innocent, the words catching in her throat as she struggled to find her voice. “No, sir,” she managed to whisper, her heart racing at the intensity in his eyes.

“I’ve been thinking about how perfect you’d look carrying something of mine,” he continued, his hand trailing lower, teasing the soft skin of her stomach. “The thought of you full, so sweet and obedient, knowing you’re all mine… it drives me crazy.”

The way he said it sent a thrill of heat rushing through her, a mix of embarrassment and undeniable arousal pooling low in her belly. She had always loved the way he spoke to her—possessive, claiming, like she was something he had every right to mark and keep.

“Does that thought excite you, kitten?” he asked, his voice a rough whisper against her ear. “Being filled up, knowing you’re taking everything I give you? I want you to say it.”

“Yes, sir,” she breathed, her cheeks burning as she pressed closer to him. “I want it… I want to be filled.”

He chuckled, the sound dark and satisfied, like she’d given him exactly what he wanted. “That’s my good girl. So eager to please, so desperate to be mine in every way. You’d let me fill you up, wouldn’t you? Take every bit of me without question.”

Her nod was frantic, her body trembling with the need to be touched, claimed, made his in the most primal way. “Yes… please, sir. I want it so bad.”

His hand moved to her waist, pulling her flush against him, the promise of what was to come hanging heavily in the air. “I’m going to give you exactly what you’ve been begging for,” he said, his voice dripping with authority. “And you’re going to thank me for it, aren’t you? You’re going to show me how grateful you are to be my good, obedient little kitten.”

She whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as his words washed over her, the heat between them nearly overwhelming. “Thank you, sir… thank you,” she gasped, her head spinning with the weight of his praise.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his tone both commanding and full of dark promise. “Now let’s see how well you can take everything I give you.”

More! More! More! I love these!

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I can help you hold your tits so they don't bother you when you grind over my cock

You promise?

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Be a good bunny and cockwarm me as we sleep, leaving it inside the whole night so my morning wood wakes you up as soon as it gets hard

I can't promise to lay still during the night. I might just keep moving to see how long you last.

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How would my cum slut like to be impregnated this weekend?

If you can finger me until I cum my brains out and then push your cock up against my cervix I will cockwarm you with my mouth for as long as you want afterwards.

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Mother of shadows

So, I wrote a little something based on a role play I did with someone a while ago. Shadow monster x reader type story. MDNI!!

Warnings: cnc, corruption, pregnancy, eldritch God, tentacles, womb tattoo, implied cannibalism, blood, breeding.

Part 1 (still to be determined if more will come)

Imagine being a witch in an old forest. Imagine feeling a pull towards a cave that the towns people warned you against. They speak of an ancient God that has existed there since the mountains burst from the earth.

It starts with a pull, a pull that soon turns to whispers in the night. Those whispers become a voice that speaks to you when you least expect it. It's a deep voice that speaks in a tongue you aren't familiar with, yet you can understand its seductive tone. It makes you blush and burn in ways you don't understand yet. You find yourself waking up in a sweat after having very vivid dreams with an ache between your legs. You slip your hand down, only for it to return covered in your slick. There is so much of it. It coats your legs and makes a mess of your sheets and nightgown. You end up having to wash everything in the river almost every day. It got so bad that you would wake up moaning and whimpering, needing to take care of things by yourself. No matter how hard you cum it doesn't feel like enough.

It comes to a point where it's not only after sleeping. The ache between your legs haunts you during the day as well. Tending to your garden and your craft becomes extremely hard. You end up having to take care of yourself in the middle of everything. Fingers fucking into you as you kneel on the forest floor. Tongue out and drooling as you make desperate noises. You cum once, twice, three times before you're panting. Still, it's not enough.

Your guardians warn you and nearly scream at you about danger, but you are too distracted to actively do something about it. During the full moon, you reach your lowest point. You had started a ritual, drew your symbols on the floor of your house only to end up bucking your hips and your needs interrupting your prayers. It was then you noticed something odd on your lower abdomen. It looked like the faint outline of a tattoo in red ink. The ominous voice in your head becomes louder as the mark on your body grows darker. You kneel there, legs parted and leaning back on your arms while you pant. You squirm and twitch as your arousal drips down your legs. You frantically search through your books, but nothing turns up. You can't find anything about the tattoo right above your womb.

That night, you dream again. You dream of a masked stranger in a golden robe. He calls upon you, promising and telling you of all the sinful ways he could help you. He puts a hand over your belly, where the mark is. You wake up with a start, skin burning and aching again. Like a woman possessed, you run out of your home and towards the cave. You didn't know what you would find, but you knew your salvation was there. You run and run until you find yourself at the entrance of the cave. You stand there, panting and sweating. Your guides screamed at you to walk away, come back to the path of light. Their plees fell on deaf ears as a strange energy pulled you into the cave. You walked for hours until you came to a large chamber with a ruined throne in the centre. A large, dark figure sits upon it. Strong legs spread slightly as they sat, relaxed on the carved stone. The shadow grinned, showing sharp teeth. It purred at you, spoke to you in that language you didn't know. Yet his voice made your insides hurt and pulse with lust.

On a trance, you walk towards him as your mouth waters. You take in his large frame. Your pussy pulses involuntarily, you didn't understand why. You just knew you needed it... him. Just as you were about to reach him, he pounces on you. Pinning you to the floor. His large body found its way between your legs as you flailed and tried to fight him off. Soon, he manages to restrain you with his strong limbs. Legs pinning yours down and your wrists held on one of his large hands. His other hand rips off what's left of your ruined nightgown. You lay there as still as possible, afraid, and somehow... excited. Soon, you lay naked before the shadow as its gaze roams your vulnerable form. He whispers something, a command of sorts that makes shadowy tendrils crawl from the ground and wrap themselves around your legs and arms, restraining you. The shadow, hands now free, slides its hands down your body and stops at the centre of your spread thighs, looking down at your weeping pussy. It uses his thumb and pointer finger to spread you open, looking at you as you squirm and drip on the floor. Your hips buck, your body begging for relief as you try to fight it. To think rationally. The shadow starts to tease your opening with one large finger, gathering your juices before circling your clit, not quite touching it.

It then uses both thumbs to spread your pussy again before spitting on it. It rubs it in before lunging forward and pressing its mouth to yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth and down your throat. You don't know how much time goes by before your pussy feels more tingly and sensitive, your nipples perk up and your skin feels like it's on fire. You try to force yourself to fight it but it feels so good. You soon give in and start to buck your hips into the air, mouth open and eyes unfocused. The shadown doesn't let you go. Instead you feel the weight of its heavy cock on your stomach. Heavy and large on your abdomen. What you couldn't see were the long tendrils that came out of the base of his cock. Both tendrils slithered their way to your pussy, teasing it before sliding in. The feeling made your hips buck and your back arch. A loud moan escaping you. The tendrils moved inside you and started to touch your cervix gently. The shadow started to rub your clit in fast circles. It took seconds for you to cum. It was so intense that your cervix opened and allowed the tendrils into your womb. They found your ovaries and started to release a fluid to trigger your ovulation.

The shadow looked down at you as your eyes rolled back from the feeling. It felt oddly good. He kept toying with your clit as this happened. You didn't know how much time passed before the tendrils retracted. Their place at your entrance replaced by the swollen head of his aching cock. He teased you, rubbing himself back and forth before sliding in. He gave you no time to adjust before he started to fuck you mercilessly. He forced your knees unto your chest in a mating press as he fucked himself into you. His cock sliding in and out at a fast, desperate pase. His fingers soon found your clit again. He was going to make you cum again. You moaned loudly as he brought you closer and closer to your breaking point. Soon you came on his cock, fucking into him as he used you as his own personal fleshlight. The feeling of your pussy squeezing and pulsing around him made him explode into your awaiting womb. He panted, sitting back but not pulling out. You thought he was done until he started to play with your clit again. You protest and cry, overstimulated. He wasn't listening. He keeps this up, keeps making you cum until he's ready to go again and again and again. Hours later you're so far gone you don't even protest when he bounces you up and down his cock while he sits on his throne. Playing with your abused pussy over and over again.

Once the shadow is sated, he picks your limp body up and brings you deeper into the cave. He lays you down on a soft surface before walking away. He seeks you out on multiple occasions to breed you before leaving you to rest. You lose track of time. How long had it been? Days? Weeks? You try not to think about it, that is until you started to notice some changes. Your breasts are tender and seem bigger, more sensitive to touch. Then you notice your belly growing each day, its weight settling on your hips and stomach. Your scent changes too, it's sweet and milky. Your captor notices when he comes back to fuck you again. He inspects your body, smells you before leaving you again. This surprised you, it was the first time he didn't mercilesly fuck you for hours on end. Your appetite became ravenous, difficult to manage at times. Your shadow would bring you food. You ate it with a hunger you were unfamiliar with as he watched you. You would see his eyes shining with what looked like pride and hunger. Your craving for raw things had become terrible. Your face would be covered in blood and pieces of flesh after eating whatever, or whomever your captor brought you. He would still come to you but it would be to watch you from a distance, its eyes fixed on your growing abdomen. Not a month passed in your pregnancy before you were too big to stand on your own. This made little sense to you. You had helped women give birth before, it took months to get to this point. Neither had you ever seen someone as big as you had gotten.

You would sleep for days on end. On one pf these long periods of sleep you were awoken by a strange moving senation in your belly. It was like wiggling. I went on for hours, followed by fluttering and what felt like light kicks. You make noises of discomfort as this persisted. You strugled to find a position to get comfortable with all the moving and wiggling when the sounds of your frustration caught your shadows attention. He came to see what the noise was about when he encountered you on your side, making little noises in frustration as something moved in your belly. His eyes gleamed, he had been succesful. His offspring had caught. You demand an answer from him. He only came to sit next to her, looking at her as he laid a large hand on her belly. His deep, otherworldly voice cutting through the air as the movements calmed down... for now. It became clear you couldn't be without him for long. His absence would be followed by pains and intense movement untl he showed up again.

The instinct to protect yourself and your children became top priority. It would take over in a violent manner that was unfamiliar to you. You would snarl and hiss at your captor if he came too close sometimes. It would always be met by an amused expression before he silenced you. Nothing would stand in his way, not even the mother of his offspring.

When you weren't violent, you had become incredibly dependent on your captor for everything. You had even become too big to properly reach to touch yourself. Having to beg the shadow figure to touch you, to fuck you, anything. You would whine and moan on your bed until he came to help you. You wanted him, NEEDED him. It came as a surprise how well you could take him now that you were pregnant.

In later stages, your offspring would communicate with you in whispers and visions. Day and night they would whisper to you, you were slowly loosing your humanity. All of her 9 babies would show you things beyond your comprehension. colours, numbers, shapes, profesies, landscapes and knowledge that would drive any human mad. Your mate would find you staring at nothing as you whispered erraticaly to yourself in a language no human should be able to speak. Later it was the drawings made from the blood of your meals.

Yes... everything was going accordingly. Soon, you would be a God like him.

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Patiently counting down the days until Master gets me pregnant and I can wait for him at home. Waiting for him to fuck my needy, wet pussy until I don't know what's up and what's down and forget my own name.

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Cockwarming while watching a movie :3

You sit on their lap, they’re holding you so tightly as you feel them twitch just a tinyyyy bit in you. Watching your favourite ever film , they start thrusting into you out of nowhere, holding your face in place to watch the screen “shh, it’s your favorite movie is it not? Pay attention” as they keep fucking you :3!!

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“We can’t have sex.”

The words are a bit surprising as your alien crewmate crushes you under his weight, two hands planted on either side of you as his other two roam all over your naked body.

Just a moment ago his long, rubbery tongue was choking you as your skin tingled with anticipation, but now his glowing eyes are glued to your face.

“W-Why?” you manage to get out.

It’s difficult to control your ragged breaths with the way he rubs his enormous cock across your dripping pussy.

“If we do… that will mean I have claimed you. It will put me in a rut, and I won’t be able to stop fucking you until I’ve gotten through it.”

You bite your lip, the thought not at all as unpleasant as he’s trying to make it sound.

He’s just as on edge as you, his cock throbbing as he glides it through your arousal.

“I can still get us off, though,” he says with a wicked grin.

A moment later, one hand is at your clit, circling furiously as you arch into his touch. Another hand is cupping your ass, his thumb covering his cock as he rocks it over your dripping slit. You let out a loud moan, not even bothering to care what the rest of the crew might think.

Your alien crewmate is faring no better, deep growls emanating from his broad, forest green chest as he thrusts against you.

Before you know what’s happening, he’s plunging his cock into you all the way to the hilt, a jolt of delicious pain shooting up your spine. Your pussy makes room for him as if you were meant for each other, the look in his eyes positively feral.

His pace is brutal, slamming into you as your bed creaks, his thumb still circling your clit as you feel your muscles contract. If the crew had any question about what you two were doing before this, it was now abundantly clear.

You scream when you orgasm, your pussy clamping down on his hard cock as he lets out a loud growl. Warm seed coats you, dripping down your thighs, and he slows to a stop. Aftershocks of pleasure still ripple through you as he pulls out, flipping you onto your stomach and pressing back into you without a moment of pause.

Your alien crewmate builds up his thrusts again as you grip into the sheets, trying to stay grounded as he fucks you senseless.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice so utterly different from its normal quiet timbre. “All mine.”

It looks like it’s going to be a long night, and you couldn’t be any happier.

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Whoo!! Who's with me?

I wanna make a haunted house for subs but this one would be different because it would be filled with doms in monster costumes and the subs would have to leave all of their clothes at the door.

They would have to find their way naked and afraid through all of the scary dark rooms and all of the doms would be given permission to grope and grab anything they want along the way.

The subs should keep moving because the monsters are free to grab anyone they can catch and pull them to the side for some extra use.

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And no one to help me hold them. What is a girl to do?

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Let’s dive deeper into that breeding fantasy, making it intense, raw, and all-consuming. Imagine you’re still in that bath, warm water all around us, my hands never stopping their slow, deliberate touch, but my words now turning darker, more possessive. I’m right there against your ear, voice thick with lust, painting a vivid picture of what’s about to happen and what we’re creating together.

“Look at you, all soft and needy, right where I want you. You’ve been begging for this, haven’t you? You love the thought of being bred, filled over and over until you can’t take any more. You want it deep, you want it rough, and you want every single drop of me to stay right there inside you. I can see it in your eyes—the hunger, the ache. You want me to breed you until it finally takes, don’t you? You want to feel it catch.

I’m going to keep you on your knees, desperate and dripping, until you can’t think straight. I’ll take you every way you crave—up against the wall, bent over the bed, spread out and wide open just for me. And every time, I’m going to make sure you feel me filling you up. I won’t stop until I know you’re carrying my baby, until your body is swollen, heavy, and showing off exactly what I’ve done to you.

I want everyone to see you and know you’re mine—that you’re full of me, that I’ve marked you in the most primal way. And you’ll love it, won’t you? You’ll glow with it, craving the way I touch you, whispering how much you love being bred, knowing that every thrust, every spill inside you is just making it more real.

I’m going to watch as your belly grows, every curve softening, all because I couldn’t keep my hands off you. You’ll be everything I’ve ever wanted—a perfect little breeding thing, made to take me, to hold me, to give me exactly what I’ve been craving. And you’ll be so damn beautiful, swollen with our future, so needy for me to touch you again and again.

Every time you feel me inside you, you’ll know that I’m planting something deeper than just desire. I’m making you mine in every way possible, and I won’t stop until I see you with my baby growing right there in that perfect little body.

And when it finally happens, when you feel the first signs of life kicking inside you, you’re going to remember every single time I took you, every time I made you beg for it, every time I filled you up without holding back. You’re going to know that you’re exactly where you’re meant to be, carrying the proof of just how much I want you, how much I need to breed you again and again.

So get ready, baby. Because this is just the beginning. I’m not going to stop until I’ve bred you so full that you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of. My perfect little baby-maker, dripping, swollen, and completely mine.”

This keeps it intense and raw, centering on the breeding kink in a way that’s possessive, commanding, and relentless. It’s about making her feel wanted and owned, with a focus on the primal act of breeding as the ultimate form of connection.

Oh, I love this! It's exactly what I was talking about in a previous post. I love to read and get a peak into the head of someone with a breeding kink. Keep them coming!!

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Sitting you in front of a mirror with your back to my chest, legs spread apart as I remove your underwear and slip my fingers deep inside you. I grab your jaw, holding it in place to make sure you're watching yourself fall apart for me.

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daddy putting me over his knees and spreading my cheeks to see my aching holes, poking around with his fingers while scolding me for being so drippy. explaining how little sluts like me get their holes punished and probed, spanked till they’re all red and weeping. then laughing at me when I get even wetter, promising he’s going to help me be better, a better whore

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One of my fantasies is to live in an old-fashioned setting. To be paired with a big, strong man with primal tendencies who wants to breed his cute little wife over and over again until she spends most of her years pregnant, lactating, or both.

I want to wake up to him fucking me hard and fast. Cumming deep inside me and keeping his cock inside me while he furiously rubs my clit so my insides will suck his cum in deep. I want him to come home after a long day of work to bend me over the kitchen counter and fuck me again, only for him to do the same at night before we both fall asleep. He keeps going until I get pregnant with his first and he keeps going until he's happy with the amount of kids I've given him.