#as it swells the thrusting becomes more animalistic

[pinkslipxox]

Two words: scissoring Miko

two words: hell yes 🙈

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A symphony of moans and gasps echo throughout the room, limbs tangled together, pleasuring consuming yours and Miko’s bodies as the overwhelming need to be closer to each other becomes more desperate, feral almost. You toss your head back in pleasure, your hips rolling against Miko, the world outside a distance memory as your bodies melt in the friction, the heat, the desire. Raw, intense, sensual, an intricate dance leaving the both of you breathless and begging for more.

With every passing moment, your movements grow rougher, more urgent, echoing the primal instincts of you and your girlfriend. The sound of Miko growling in pleasure, an animalistic sound sends shivers down your spine, urging you to explore further. You feel like your soaring, your body on fire as you feel the sweet pressure building up to your release, sweat glistening on your brow, your vision blurring as you feel yourself closer and closer to feeling like a goddess.

“F-fuck! Madre mía… God, Y/N, you feel so good!” Miko snarls, and you feel her control slipping as you both climb higher and higher to your peaks.

“Don’t stop, Miko!” you beg, breathlessly, losing yourself in the moment as you

surrender yourself completely to the wildness of your passion. “Please, I need you!”

Each thrust, every caress, every grind is a testament of your love, adoration and must for each other. Nothing else matters. No one else exists in the world except you and Miko.

“Más… más…” Miko gasps, her husky voice like music to your ears.

“Don’t stop! I’m so close!” you cry out, your voice like a breathy whisper.

With one final push, you fall over the edge with your girlfriend, waves of euphoria crashing over you like the ocean. Time seems to stop. The air thickens in warm afterglow. Your bodies shimmering with sweat and satisfaction, breaths mingling in the warm air. Miko holds you close, her toned, tattooed arms wrapping around your naked body tightly, protectively, against hers as her lips pepper kisses to your flushed cheeks.

“Te amo, mi amor,” Miko whispers, her voice warm and sweet, a stark contrast to the earlier passion. “Eres todo para mí.” She presses a gentle kisses onto your forehead, the tenderness making your heart swell.

You nestle closer, savoring the way Miko’s muscular arms encircle you, enveloping

you in a cocoon of safety and affection. You look up into Miko’s eyes, reflecting pure adoration. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

Miko chuckles lightly, the sound vibrating through the both of you. “And you make me feel alive. No one else gets me like you do.”

“Forever and always, mi vida,” you murmur in reply, your voice soft and sincere, the warmth of the moment wrapping around you two like a blanket.

[gonzodangerfeels]

Simultaneous orgasms

She starts cumming when we start and I join her at the end

[idk-wanna-know]

Monster cock 1

Tsukishima lay on his back, his legs spread wide to accommodate the massive cock that loomed over him. The beast growled hungrily as it positioned itself between Tsukishima's trembling thighs, its thick shaft throbbing with anticipation.

"You're going to take all of it, boy," the creature snarled, its voice deep and guttural. "And you're going to love every second of it."

Tsukishima whimpered, his body tensing as the monster's massive cockhead pressed against his puckered entrance. He knew what was coming - he had begged for it, after all - but the reality was so much more intense than he could have ever imagined.

Slowly, steadily, the creature began to push its way inside of him, its thick shaft stretching him open in ways he had never thought possible. Tsukishima gasped as he felt the monster's cockhead pop past his tight ring of muscle, its girth filling him completely.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as the creature began to move in earnest. With each thrust, Tsukishima felt his body being rocked back and forth, his own cock twitching and leaking with pre-cum as he was pounded relentlessly.

The creature's claws dug into Tsukishima's hips, holding him firmly in place as it fucked him harder and faster. Tsukishima's body was aching with pleasure, his senses overwhelmed by the feeling of being completely filled and dominated by the massive cock.

"Please," he begged, his voice hoarse with need. "Harder, faster, deeper. I want all of it."

The creature growled in response, its movements becoming more frenzied as it drove Tsukishima closer and closer to the edge. Tsukishima's body shook with each impact, his mind consumed by the raw pleasure of being taken so completely

Finally, with a howl of pleasure, Tsukishima came, his cock spilling hot cum all over his chest and stomach. The creature followed soon after, its massive cock pulsing as it emptied itself deep inside of Tsukishima's tight, quivering hole.

Tsukishima arched his back, his hips thrusting up to meet the monster's savage thrusts. He could feel the creature's massive cock filling him completely, its girth stretching him to his limits with each relentless stroke.

"Fuck me," he moaned, his voice thick with pleasure. "I want it harder, deeper, faster. Give it to me, you fucking monster."

The creature growled in response, its massive claws digging into Tsukishima's flesh as it pounded him harder and harder. Tsukishima's body was a mass of sensation, his nerves on fire with the raw pleasure of being so thoroughly dominated.

"Take it all, boy," the creature snarled, its voice low and menacing. "You're mine now. You belong to me."

Tsukishima whimpered as he felt the monster's cock begin to swell inside of him, its thick shaft pulsing with the force of its impending release. He knew what was coming, and he was desperate for it - he needed to feel the monster's hot cum deep inside of him, filling him up and marking him as its own.

With a final, savage thrust, the creaturelet out a deafening roar, its massive cock pulsing as it emptied itself deep inside of Tsukishima's tight, quivering hole. Tsukishima screamed, his own cock spasming as he came hard, his cum splattering over his chest and stomach.

The creature withdrew slowly, its cock still twitching with the aftershocks of its release. Tsukishima lay there, panting and spent, his body buzzing with the intense pleasure of the experience.

As the creature towered over him, Tsukishima realized that he was completely at its mercy - and he loved it. He wanted more, more of the monster's savage cock, more of its raw, animalistic desire.

Tsukishima gasped as the monster suddenly flipped him over, moving him onto his hands and knees. He could feel the creature's massive cock pressing against his ass, and he knew what was coming next.

"Get ready, boy," the monster growled, its voice low and menacing. "I'm going to fuck you hard.

Tsukishima braced himself, his body tensing as the monster's thick cockhead pushed against his tight entrance. With a gasp, he felt himself being stretched open, the creature's massive shaft filling him completely.

The monster began to thrust, its movements slow and steady at first, but gradually picking up speed as Tsukishima moaned and writhed beneath it. Tsukishima could feel the monster's massive claws digging into his hips, holding him firmly in place as it fucked him harder and harder.

Suddenly, the creature flipped Tsukishima over onto his back, positioning itself beneath him as it lifted his legs and pressed them back towards his chest. Tsukishima could feel the monster's cockhead pressing against his prostate now, sending shivers of pleasure up his spine with each savage thrust.

"Ride me, boy," the monster growled, its voice thick with desire. "Show me what you're made of.

Tsukishima began to move, his body undulating as he rode the monster's massive shaft. He could feel the creature's claws digging into his thighs, holding him in place as he bounced up and down, his own cock rock hard and leaking with pre-cum.

The monster groaned beneath him, its body tensing as it neared its release. Tsukishima could feel the creature's massive cock swelling inside of him, its thick shaft pulsing with the force of its impending orgasm

With a final, savage thrust, the monster let out a deafening roar, its massive cock pulsing as it emptied itself deep inside of Tsukishima's tight, quivering hole. Tsukishima cried out, his own cock erupting as he came hard, his cum splattering over his stomach and chest.

As the monster withdrew slowly, Tsukishima lay there, panting and spent, his body buzzing with the intense pleasure of the experience.

Tsukishima gasped as the monster pulled out of him, his body still trembling with the intense pleasure of their earlier encounter. He lay there, panting and spent, his mind consumed by the raw, animalistic desire he felt for the creature.

Suddenly, he felt the monster's massive tongue lap at his still-sensitive hole, sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. He moaned softly as the creature began to suck and lick at his entrance, its massive claws digging into his thighs as it devoured him.

"Oh, fuck," Tsukishima moaned, his body arching up to meet the monster's savage tongue. "Yes, yes, yes. Eat me, you fucking monster. Make me your toy."

The creature growled in response, its tongue moving faster and faster as it consumed Tsukishima's tight, quivering hole. Tsukishima could feel its massive jaws working around him, drawing him deeper and deeper into its maw.

Finally, with a howl of pleasure, Tsukishima came again, his body convulsing as he spilled hot cum all over the monster's face and chest. The creature continued to lick and suck at him, its own body writhing with pleasure as it devoured him completely.

As the two of them lay there, panting and spent, Tsukishima knew that he had found somethingspecial with the monster. He had never felt so alive, so consumed by desire and pleasure.

The monster continued to lick and suck at him, its massive tongue sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. Tsukishima could feel his body responding, his cock growing hard once again as he felt the creature's hot breath on his skin.

"Again," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "I want more. I want all of it."

The creature growled in response, its massive claws digging into Tsukishima's flesh as it devoured him again. Tsukishima cried out, his body writhing with pleasure as he surrendered himself completely to the monster's savage desire.

And as the two of them lay there, lost in their own pleasure and desire, Tsukishima knew that he had found something truly special - something that he would never forget, and that he would always crave.

The next day, Tsukishima couldn't stop thinking about the monster. He had spent the entire night reliving their intense encounter, his mind consumed by the raw, animalistic desire he felt for the creature.

As he sat down at the dining table, he could feel the monster's eyes on him, watching him intently as he ate his breakfast. And when he looked up, he saw that the creature was staring at him with an intense, hungry look in its eyes.

Without a word, Tsukishima stood up, his shirt riding up over his hips to reveal his bare ass. He bent down in front of the monster, offering himself up to it completely.

"Take me," he whispered, his voice low and husky with desire. "I want all of it. I want you inside of me again."

The creature growled in response, its massive claws digging into Tsukishima's flesh as it pulled him closer. Tsukishima cried out as he felt the monster's massive cock pressing against his ass, its thick shaft pulsing with the force of its desire.

And as the monster began to thrust, its movements slow and steady at first, but gradually building in speed and intensit. He had found a creature that could consume him, body and soul, and he knew that he would neverforget this experience.

[eroticdarling]

𝓚𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 .ᐟ

𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧����𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

𓆩♡𓆪 — ♡ 𝑭𝒆𝒎.ᐟ𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ♡ 𝑹𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑺𝒆𝒙 ♡ 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒌 ♡ 𝑵𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 ♡ 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 (𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔) ♡ 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑶𝒇 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 ♡ 𝑲𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒙 ♡ 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑺𝒆𝒙 ♡

You're in the kitchen washing dishes when you hear the door swing open and see Toji step into the kitchen, but you don't have time to say anything before he grabbed you, pushes you up against the counter, and begin to ravish your body.

You can feel the roughness of his hands as he starts to taunt and tease you until you’re panting with pleasure.

Your lips instinctively find him and you give in to the moment and let out a wild, uninhibited moan of pleasure as your body buckles under his skilled touch.

Toji ripped off your lilac-laced panties and put one of your legs on the counter, he couldn't wait any longer. His desire was taking over, and it had been building all evening. He wanted you and he wanted you now.

He pressed his huge aching cock onto your bare pussy, making you feel his bulge through his pants.

He unzipped and pulled his pants down enough to let his cock spring out, he aligned it to your soaked cunt and was already fucking you rough and hard without giving you time to adjust. Tojis powerful thrusts overwhelm your senses and make you cry out in pleasure.

His hands grip your hips tightly as he slams in and out of you, pushing you closer and closer towards the edge as he hits just the right spot inside of you, your body quakes in pleasure and demands more.

His giant cock inside of you is an indescribable pleasure, and the way he fucks you, rough and relentlessly, is something out of a fantasy.

As he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, lightly praising each shaking of your body as you take him in and accept all he has to offer it turns you on even more.

With each raunchy pant and moan, Toji drives his huge cock in further and harder, never taking his lips away from your neck as he adds each moan to yours and gives you all the love and pleasure that you need.

You can feel him swelling in you and his grip tightens on your hips, pushing himself even deeper as you call out his name.

His rough, animalistic thrusts fill your pussy, dominating your desires. The pleasure is increasing and swirling around, ready to take you over the edge.

As you reach your orgasm leaving a faint white ring around his cock, Toji is still pounding away and gives you praise as his pleasure consumes him as he's close to his edge.

His pace becomes more and more hurried with every thrust. Just when you think you cannot take anymore, he cums inside you, and as he pulls out he takes in the sight of his cum dripping out of your abused pussy.

He goes in for one more kiss while lifting you bridal style and walks you up the stairs to the shared bedroom.

“Sorry princess but we're not finished yet,” he said with a devilish grin.

[zachattack311]

(Breeding ritual, part 3)

He stays still for a few moments, appreciating your moonlit nakedness. He kisses your forehead again, and thrusts.

He grips your waist firmly and roars, forcing himself inside. Your pussy slowly widens to accept him. It's painful, but it feels good somehow. It's such a tight fit that you can feel his dick vein against you, you can even count his heartbeat as it thrums against you.

Some tears stream down your face, mixing with the cum he painted on your cheeks earlier. Your body betrays you as your wetness lubricates him, allowing him to force another inch inside.

Your pussy involuntarily clenches, and the man growls. It's gripping onto him like a hand gripping onto a ledge for dear life. He looks you in the eyes with a feral demeanor - no wonder the village women thought he was a werewolf.

He roars again, with a powerful force he plunges himself inside you. You cry out in pain - but also pleasure? His tip touches your cervix lightly, you can feel his heartbeat quicken as his vein beats like a drum inside you.

His belly is now pressed up against yours, and he's glistening with sweat. Your innocence is now well and truly stolen. But perhaps there was still hope you wouldn't be fouled by this man's offspring?

"Please do not inseminate me, sir" you say meekly, although this man certainly did not deserve such a title.

He reaches a hand up and wipes away one of your tears. "I planted many of the trees in this forest," the woodsman says. "Why not plant my seed in the women, as well?"

To your surprise, he begins to withdraw, unsheathing himself from you. You breath a sigh of relief as the head of his penis reappears, no longer invading your precious womanhood. He positions himself so that his penis is just inches away away from your face. More hot precum dribbles onto your lips. He waves it in front of you, and as it sways, you notice how it glistens in the moonlight, how every inch of it has been baptized in your wetness.

"See how much you want me?" He says, before grabbing your hips and thrusting inside you, pushing all the way in with one aggressive movement. You scream, but he ignores you. The look in his face is that of an animal as he thrusts in and out, in and out.

You dont know how long it lasts. You hoped he would be quick, considering how much cum he produced before even entering you, but his stamina is impressive. You can see the outline of his member on your lower tummy as he fucks you. You feel him swell and twitch inside you.

He begins to slow his thrusts, but his heartbeat does not. He stops for a brief moment before howling and giving you one last thrust before erupting inside you. Wave after wave of hot semen pumps into you, and you convulse and shudder as he does, too. How shameful of you to climax at the same time as him.

He continues to spurt until you are full, and you can feel the warm liquid oozing out and onto your thighs. He continues to thrust slowly, fucking his seed inside you, making sure not to waste a drop. But his thrusts become meek, and he pants heavily. Finally, he withdraws himself. He moans as one last spurt takes both of you by surprise, painting your tummy with more fresh seed.

Despite looking exhausted, he grabs your legs and holds them up, pressing your knees up to your shoulders. He rocks you gently, and you realize that he's doing this to increase the chances of conception. He gazes into your eyes with a satisfying look, as if he just captured a castle.

After a while, he unties your hands. You wonder if this is your chance to get away, to find a river to rinse his brutish seed out of you, but you know it's already too late. Besides, your entire body feels sore from his animalistic fucking, and you're not even able to walk right now.

He removes his wolf pelt from his back and throws you over his muscular shoulder like you're a sack of potatoes. With your legs hanging over his chest and your torso hanging over his back, you look down and see his buttox for the first time - they're firm and muscular, and you appreciate the way they move as he walks.

He makes his way through the forest with certainty, and despite the situation, you feel safe - this man would certainly protect you now that you're carrying his child. You love the way his bare muscles move against your limp body.

While it's hard to see your surroundings being carried like this, the thick roots give way to smaller shrubs, and then grass. He's bringing you back home.

You hear a door open, and he lies you down on your bed - how did he know which house you lived in?

A lone candle on your nightstand illuminates him - it must have been lit by one of the village women, knowing the "werewolf" would return the sacrifice.

You notice a considerable amount of fluid on his shoulder - it's a mixture of your wetness and his semen that had oozed out of you as he carried you. You feel like you've marked him, somehow. It oozed down his chest, over his abs, and even down his thigh. You reach out a wanting tongue along his thigh, lapping up the mixture.

He grows hard again, his manhood pointing directly towards your face while you lie on bed. He sighs, saying, "I must leave now." He turns to leave, revealing his toned butt again.

Some irrational thought takes over you. "Wait," you say. "Let me give you a goodbye kiss."

He turns, steps toward the bed, and closes his eyes, pushing his lips out expectantly. Instead, you plant a light, brief kiss on the tip of his engorged penis. "Goodbye, sir," you say, keeping your eyes on his oversized manhood, as if you were addressing his penis and not him.

He walks out of your home, and you savor the one last drop of cum he had given you upon your parting kiss, wondering when you would taste him again.

The End

[nonhumanresources-retired]

Wrote a silly Vaporeon TF at like 4 am the other night so here it is after a bit of editing \o/

___

Hot water sprays against your back, mist hanging in the air around you. Showering always did bring a sense of comfort. Something about the force of the water, the heat, the disconnected pocket of your home that almost feels like stepping into another reality, hidden behind a glass door. Showers were solace. 

Of course, they're not all ephemeral relaxation. The new body wash you bought is popped open and squeezed into your hands, viscous soap a brilliant blue in color. It apparently had some kind of "hydrating bead" technology, which was probably nonscientific mumbo jumbo, but it was worth a shot with how dry your skin has been lately. It rubs on and lathers just fine, even though it gets that blue color everywhere. Hopefully it doesn't stain, you think. That would be a pain to clean up. 

The first thing you notice is the sound. The loud gush of water and splash across your back is well known to you, but something about it… shifts. Suddenly, it's quieter, less explosive, as if it’s slipping around you rather than bouncing off.

The second thing you notice is the webbing. You try to run your fingers through your hair, but it's impossible to push through. You lower them to look and discover transparent membranes stretched between all your fingers. Not only that, your whole hand is blue–in fact, looking down, all of you is blue.

A tail thrusting out and knocking you forward into the wall is more than enough to alert you to the full scope of the issue. You appear to be becoming quite animalistic quite fast, and panic has frozen you. Your tail slides against tile walls as you try to keep it out of the way, hairy skin becoming fuzzy cornflower blue fur, then flattening to smooth, azure skin. Your toes have claws that catch at the grout between tiles when their pads slide across the floor. In front of your face, a black smudge that is presumably your nose has begun to block more and more of your vision. It's not until you process that you can see over the top of the shower door through the steam vent that you realize that you may even still be miscalculating the situation.

You were most definitely growing. Your more-than-adequate knowledge of a certain franchise means you can easily identify yourself as a Pokemon—more specifically, a Vaporeon. You can feel your now-permeable skin soaking up the water. It’s almost like it’s passing *through* you. The weight settles across curves of your body, hips widening, hind paws splayed out. It's exceptionally disorienting as you attempt to get used to the new body, water-filled proportions force it to alter its course even as the strange transformation continues.

With all this going on, you can’t remember to do the one important thing: turn off the shower. Vaporeons were almost entirely water, and the stream from the shower head was very quickly adding itself to your body. Your tail grows longer across the floor; your head, then shoulders bang into the ceiling; you probably can’t even fit straight through the door anymore. There’s no way to stop it from continuing to make your body grow, swelling you bigger and bigger inside of this suddenly claustrophobic box of a room. 

The door nearly bursts off its hinges, and you pop out of the shower, smooth skin sliding straight off the walls and firing you out like a greased cork. There’s a single moment, hanging in the air, that you spot yourself in the mirror. A snout dominates your face, white frill beneath it wreathing your neck, and your eyes have become an iridescent, almost solid black. The moment ends when you slap against the floor like a wet fish, coil after coil of tail piling out after you and landing in a heap on top of your back and legs. Fortunately, being mostly water, the impact doesn’t hurt, but it still stuns you. Behind, the shower continues to run, finned tail brushing through the flowing water and signaling more inconveniences to come.

Perhaps you shouldn't have tried the extra strength pet wash on yourself, after all…

[blogfullofemos]

Now why I had to read this while facing the battles of ovulation. @127rkives I'm so down for animalistic! Miguel and overstim! freader.. So I hope you don't mind me adding a continuation.

The way his slick covered lips easily glided upon your neck, the ghost feel of his fangs as he messily sucked, you couldn't help but grasp within his curls. Feeling every intake of his bated breath while you kneaded his neck with the other. You let out a whine and shake your head, your spine curling as you try your best to ease away from the heated exchange between your bodies. "T-too much Miggy." you breathe out, your body heat dissipating upon him as you sit upright. In seconds, your dazed eyes graze down the man under you but is cut off short. Nodding his head, he mimics your earlier whine with an affirming twist as he pulls your chin towards him.

His intense gaze hooded by his curls, pierce through your foggy disposition as you inch closer. A full body tremor coursing through you. Your gummy walls pulsing to the faint rhythm of the finger fucking he gave you minutes ago, still lingers. Your swell clit receiving a light tap as his cock springs up in a needy plea. A shared gasp dispels between you two as his muscles tense. Stopping your mouth mere inches away from his. "Miguel." you whisper. Shaking your head, you try your best to convince his primal desires to show mercy.

"You're dripping on me bebita." he shakily informs with a smirk.

The ball of his throat bobs like a man starved once more as he catches your act. Hungrily taking your lips with his, you let out an animalistic groan of your own. The coiling heat within your stomach never once fading, but burning brighter for another release. Your hand tugs the curls on the back of his head while the other weakly punches his broad shoulder in defiance. Miguel growls as he lets go of your chin to grab your wrist, stopping your measly punches as he holds it against your back. With you licking your slick from his bottom lip. He breaks the make out by smacking his redden tip onto your clit.

"Knew you had another in ya carino." he goads seeing as your body tremors profusely from the action. You bite your bottom lip hard, resting your head on his, inhaling sharply through your nose as his cock slowly opens you up. "Now... Are you going to ride it?" his hand squeezes your wrist as a cocky smile graces his face "Or do I have to fuck you senseless?" he finishes pushing you down to the hilt. With a shout worthy for a porno, you push yourself to sit straight with your free hand on his shoulder. Shaking and breathing hard, your stomach goes taut. Quickly he realizes your eyes try to remain focus on his while fighting to be still. A tell-tale sign that...

You're close, extremely close.

"Joder baby, c'mere." he growls as he quickly flips you onto the couch cushions. Like second nature, you clasp on to his back for dear life. Locking your legs around his waist. Gripping the armrest above your head, Miguel starts his vicious thrusts. "Mi-MIG!!" You warn as you claw down his back. His cock rubbing against the spongey tissue within you while prodding your cervix. "G-gonna cum so p-pretty bebita. C-Cum on my cock." he coos as your vision becomes blurry. With a snap of his hips, you break. Growling out a moan, you cream around him while he kisses your cries.

uhhhh idk if anyone has discussed this before but… miguel likes to eat pussy from the back!!!

like idk, every once in a while, his brain goes brrrr and something short circuits. idk chalk it up to stress but it’s more like some feral, animalistic urge. he can’t really explain it. it’s almost as if someone flips a switch, his mind goes blank except for the thought of needing to be with you, under you, in you. he has to stop whatever he’s doing and go find you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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[leggerefiore]

Can I request nsfw hcs for yandere Ingo and Emmet? I need more yandere submas bros in my life and I'm in love with your writing 🙏🙏

anon... i want to provide more yandere content myself😔😔😔

cw: yandere, nsfw, general nastiness, leans into AFAB reader fyi

18+ under cut, precaution as always!

▲Ingo▼

● He's intense, more so than if he was in his right mind. That intensity meets his obsession for you like pure oxygen to a fire. That transfers heavily into sex. What would be praises and compliments morph into demands and claims of ownership.

“You're so tight… Only for me, dear,” his breath is hot on your ear as he pounds into you from behind. His nails dig into your flesh, and he moans loudly, “Mine! You're mine!” You feel sick to your stomach as you squeeze around him.

● He's going to take you in his office, not because of the thrill of being caught. No, he wants you to be caught. He wants someone to see how much you belong to him. It scrambles his brain at while you sleep lightly beside him. His grasp around you too tight.

● Breeding kink. He wants you to have an unmistakable claim from him, he also desperately wants to have a family. You will have to put up with those things whether or not you can even have children. Play along.

His hand pressed against your stomach, legs over his shoulder as he thrusts into you. Loud groans come from him as all you can do is accept the unwanted pleasure. The animalistic sounds from the both of you are broken by his words, “I'm going to give you a baby. You will make me father!” His movements turn brutal, and you cum with shameful noises. He follows soon after yet remains buried within you even after your legs are freed.

● Also gets off on your pregnancy if that's possible. He's constantly feeling the swell of your abdomen and enjoying the thought of milk leaking from your sensitive nipples. He did this, he thinks, carefully observing your form. Blood rushes straight to his cock, and he needs you again.

● Housewife kink. He wants to come home to a willing lover in an apron with dinner ready. The final reports he does in a day are always accompanied by tight slacks. You're waiting for him, you're ready for him. Maybe he could walk in the door and have you give him head…

● Still into oral, he's eaten you out to break you into submission every so often. And sometimes… He does until you can't think straight, your brain so rotted with pleasure it'll take his words without any resistance. The phrases Ingo tells you in that state sink deep into your unconscious, and now certain words lead to you being uncomfortably horny.

▽Emmet△

○ His bondage kink has gotten worse, he honestly stopped caring about your full consent when you told him you didn't want to be with him. You're handcuffed to bed regularly anyway, what difference does it make if it's while he's fucking you? You wonder if he'll ever free you, or does you being so vulnerable keep him so horny that you'll be stuck with atrophied muscles.

○ He fucks you loudly on the train, but if anyone dares walk in, they are in for a world of hurt. They are allowed to listen /only./ You lewd face, thoughts, and body are his and his alone. It's the opposite of when he's in his right mind.

The cyan fabric of the subway bench irritated your back as Emmet fucked into you harshly. Your cries echoed off the metallic walls, and many outside surely heard the loud slapping of flesh. The collar he forced on you felt restrictively tight as you desperately took in air. It was too much. Emmet ground into while pinching a nipple between his frigid fingers. You screamed from the suddenness of it at tightened unconsciously around his cock. He snickered at your wreaked state, drool dribbling down your chin and big, wet eyes that stared into empty space.

○ Some days, usually as a punishment, he leaves you with a fucking machine going at you all the time he's gone (it can be up to 14 hours). You cum so many times that you're convinced your body has become numb, yet the toy. keeps. going. It vibrates inside you as it thrusts at seemingly random speeds. When he comes home, you beg him to stop it. You'll come at least one more time by his cock that day.

○ He's very into toys. You'll have had so many different types of vibrators, plugs, and dildos in you, it's surprising when he doesn't break them out. He loves fucking you silly with them, as your mindless smile makes him the happiest. Like Ingo, he whispers to you in that state to make you more compliant to his love.

Thoughts were impossible as the baby-doll pink vibrator was shoved back on to your oversensitive clit. You screamed and attempted to squirm away, but your body was held firmly in place by thick rope. Emmet giggled at your reaction. Its frequency was turned up as he increased the pressure again. You moaned endlessly, and what must have been the millionth orgasm ripped from you. The muscles of your face pulled back into a dumb smile while your eyes went blank. Emmet loved it.

○ Also has a breeding kink. He sneaks things he believes will boost your fertility into your food, as well as aphrodisiacs. You're fucked senseless, then filled with the younger twin's cum. He either cockwarms you or stuffs a plug in to keep his spend from dropping out. It gets to the point where you start to feel empty.

○ Also, like Ingo, gets off to your pregnancy. All his hard work culminated into your full, swollen stomach and breasts. He drinks your milk, too. Do not complain about them feeling heavy. He'll suck them dry while gently worked into an orgasm with his hands. Your precious liquid is his favourite drink, and he's happy to have such an obvious claim over you.

▲Double Trouble▽

● Congrats, you have two horny men completely obsessed with you wanting to knock you up! They take turns going at you, one will coo and caw over your face while the other blows your mind with his dick. Emmet's introduction of toys goes over well, Ingo loves the idea of using a plug on you. The amount of cum you have in you when both of them are finished is ridiculous.

○ You have been fucked in so many public places around the station, the entire place knows you are the Subway Bosses darling. Depot Agents hear your moans echoing off the Multi Line, office workers know your screams and groans by heart. No one dares question the bosses. They know how terrifying the twins become toward you.

● Their dirty talking is maddening. They are both so loud and never stop saying terrible things. “You're ours, no one else can have you,” Ingo groans put. “I'll blind anyone who even glances at you!” Emmet cries before biting into your flesh. It never ends and you're going insane. “We love you-” one starts. “We love you more than any other person could ever hope to,” the other finishes.

○ Emmet's bondage kink mixes with Ingo's overstimulation kink delightfully. Toys are mixed in, and you are constantly fucked so far out of your mind that you listen and absorb every word that they say like a sponge. Certain words bring you to your knees without any way to stop. The fucking machine punishment remains from Emmet, and both twins love your tear-stained overstimulated smile.

[kookieswan]

If you're still accepting, how about hybrid Jungkook who's trying to breed his pretty princess who's finally in heat~ I'm a sucker for breeding kink.

Ohoho sure thing “anon” 👀🌸 I will admit I’ve never written hybrid smut before (although I’ve read plenty lmao), so if this is lame I’m sorry 🥲 Nsfw/18+ ahead lovelies, beware.

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Your mind is clouded, Jungkook’s scent taking over every corner of it. He’s got you in a damn mating press, hips whipping forward as he fucks into you wildly. His pace is borderline animalistic, thick cock stretching you out to your limit, but you want more. You want him to paint your insides white with his cum, want to be completely immersed in his scent and full with his child. Jungkook’s not doing much better, lips and tongue on your neck, lapping hungrily at your skin like a man starved. High pitched whines leave your lips as he brings you impossibly closer, trying his hardest to mold his body to yours, to show you that you’re his. He feels so strong and safe, so fucking good against your body as his thrusts become erratic. You can feel his dick swelling, teeth against your sensitive skin, and it sets off your own orgasm almost instantaneously, your cunt clenching around him tightly as he groans lowly into your ear. He orgasms hard, white hot ropes of cum likely hitting your cervix as he fills you to the brim. Jungkook sits back, leaving a chaste kiss against your lips as he pants lightly, both of your firmly locked together by his knot. He continues to rock his hips, grinning as you whine at the sensitivity.

“You’re gonna look so beautiful with my baby inside of you pretty girl, I just know it . Fuck, you already look stunning with my cum dripping out of your tight little cunt.”

[alphastoworship]

Adam and Caleb had had the kind of father-son relationship that was the envy of all who say it. The small, delicate boy and his large, powerful father who protected and cared for him always. There wasn't a thing Adam hadn't done for his son- he'd even joined as a counsellor for the boy scouts so he could share that experience with Caleb, only to end up becoming the Scout Headmaster in their area. If Caleb had something happening at school, you could put money on it that Adam would be there, come rain, hail or snow- and you could always hear his booming voice, no matter how large the audience, cheering on his boy. He'd also shielded Caleb from the abuse he'd suffered at the hands of the women he'd dated- not physical abuse, but verbal and mental; being told he was too big in more ways than one, being told he smelled, that he was too much- but it would seem that Caleb knew more than he thought and now, his beautiful boy was once again making him the happiest man in the world.

Caleb's cunt tasted musky-sweet, the kind of taste that a man could easily get addicted to and Adam had licked his lips and wiped every last drop of his son's juices into his mouth as to not waste a single bit. They kissed now like they'd never kissed before- it was erotic and intimate, heavy and heated, a deep wanton need for each other's sex. Hearing Caleb beg for him like nobody ever had before had him finally connecting the two of them in the way they were always truly destined to be. His son's pussy was so tight that it defied reason; Caleb was a virgin, there wasn't a single doubt about that- he was his boy's first and only and that fact made him more proud and happy that he thought possible. Continuing to push further in, not stopping until Caleb told him to, he watched his son's face contort in overwhelming levels of pleasure and intensity. He kept going; he had to; the animalistic part of him needed to be balls deep inside Caleb, something he'd surprisingly never been able to do with anyone else before.

The man was larger than most people probably thought was possible. His length and thickness was not for the faint of heart and, until now, nobody had ever been able to truly take him, and, sadly but truthfully, nobody had ever wanted to. Of course it was Caleb that would be his first; could it be that the reason they'd been fighting feelings for one another for so long was because they had both slowly realized that Caleb had been made, born and raised to be the woman of his father's dreams? To be the lover and partner that he'd been waiting for? Adam knew Caleb better than anyone and he knew from the other's face and the sounds he made when to stop and when to push in further; kissing him sweetly and kindly, encouraging him and helping him adjust and physically reminding him of his love as they finally become one.

When he was finally at the hilt, balls deep inside Caleb's cunt and with pure love and lust glittering in his eyes as he looked at the small, dainty, beautiful boy beneath him, he stroked a hand through his familiar, soft brunette hair and asked, "How does it feel, baby?" part of him braced himself for Caleb to possibly back out now, to be like all those that had scarred him before and claim him to be too big to enjoy, but Caleb looked at him in a way his son never had before and told him he was so big and that he loved it and Adam felt a surge and swell of love and adoration for the other, they both lunged forward into an intimate, heated kiss with Adam's hands travelling all over Caleb's body. Their bodies rocked together as their lips and tongues tussled, Adam dominating his little boy and when the other started moaning and begging, Adam immediately began to thrust. Pulling his hips back and rolling forward, giving into his animalistic side completely and beginning to breed his baby boy.

"Baby ..." he moaned, almost growled as his pace began to pick up, "Your pussy feels so good ..." he admitted freely, "No ... my fucking pussy ... this pussy belongs to Daddy ... I made this pussy and now I'm claiming it for myself," he growled, softly biting Caleb's lower lip, clearly unleashing a dominant side of himself that only Caleb had been able to bring out. They were going at a steady pace now, Adam fucking the other in earnest and the sound of his balls and skin hitting against Caleb's pussy filling the room as their smells mingled, mainly with his thick, manly musk overwhelming the space and the smell of his sweat and power covering Caleb. "Been dreaming of this for so long, baby ..." he admitted hotly, still fucking his son powerfully and still picking up speed, "Love you so much ..."

Soon, the power of Adam's thrusts were enough to make the bed squeek and shake, making it hit against the wall repeatedly as the sounds of their kisses and lovemaking continued to fill the humid room. This was how he'd always wanted to fuck; he wanted to not have to worry, to just let go and let himself be a man and a dominant. He shared long, heated, intimate moments more with his son like this, his hands moving from the other's face, to his chest to his incredible ass, all of which his felt and touched and squeezed for the first time like a lover as well as a father. "Never wanna stop fucking you ..." he growled softly, "Daddy's beautiful boy ... I'm never going a day without this pussy again ...""

Caleb dreamed of this moment so many nights, he had lost count. So many nights he would fantasize about what it would be like to give the man who raised him the love, attention and affection he so desperately needed and deserved. Caleb was ready; he was ready to give that unconditional love back to the giant in front of him, and so much more.

There he stood. He was massive in size, but gentle in heart. That’s why Caleb wanted him so badly, because he was a good and loving man, and he needed love just like any other man. The love between them was instant the minute Caleb came into this world, but it grew deeper and stronger with each passing day. They had denied what was there for so long, and they just couldn't do it anymore. Caleb couldn’t, and Adam standing there naked proved that he couldn't either. They didn't have to run and hide from their feelings anymore.

Little Caleb felt his heart pounding out of his chest; out of need, out of want and out of curiosity. The way they stared at each other; it wasn't the stare of a father and son. It was the stare of two men whose primitive needs could only be satiated by each other. The glare soon turned into an action when the larger of the two men positioned himself between the red head’s legs.

Feeling that gentle but powerful grip on his thighs, Caleb felt so protected and safe. It gave him the reassurance he needed to open his legs nice and wide, allowing the man who created him full and unrestricted access to his canal. It was the most beautiful little opening; it was little, pretty, wet and pink. It was the ultimate fantasy for any man. Adam was so close, and yet he didn’t dive right in right away. He was such a gentleman. Taking his small hand, Caleb ran his fingers through the blonde hair that he had come to love so many years ago. He gave the giant of the man reassurance that any good man would need. That’s when the line had been crossed; the had passed the point of no return, and from what the little red head was feeling, there no going back. Not now, not ever.

What the boy felt could not be described. It could only be felt, and what Caleb felt was more intense than his wildest dreams. At first Caleb combed his father’s hair for reassurance, but now he put another hand though thick head of golden hair. Caleb was pushing his maker’s face deeper and deeper into his cunt. The boy wanted the man to see just how deep his rabbit hole went. Despite their shared lust, Adam was slow and gentle. He caressed his boy’s pussy with such a loving mouth andinquisitive tongue. It caused Caleb to unleash the most beautiful moan, but the boy had no idea that something else was coming.

That’s when he felt it; Adam’s eating may have started out gentle, but the yellow haired giant soon started to take control, and he started to devour that pussy like a starving animal. The pleasure Caleb felt made his little clitoris stand firm and erect, and because of that, it caught the older man’s attention. The minute Adam began to lick, suckle and tease on that clitoris, Caleb instinctively grabbed onto the sheets beneath him for support. The boy’s moans went from sensual to down right erotic. He never imagined a pleasure like this was even possible, and in that moment, the red head developed an addiction for pleasure. It was all too much for Caleb, and that’s when the boy unleashed his juices and began to squirt all over Adam’s handsome face.

“ DADDY…….OH DADDY!!!!” Caleb said like a sex crazed slut. His moans were downright musical; the boy sounded like a whore in heat, and he was. The red head watched as the yellow haired man who made him slowly arose from his legs. Their eyes locked onto each other in a primitive and animalistic gaze. Barely any space lingered between them. The sight of his father hovering over him like this was something he never thought he’d see. Caleb loved being under Adam. Caleb loved submitting to Adam. It was a primal instinct, and with that powerful odor filling his nose, Caleb couldn’t control himself. He held onto the officer’s face and gave him a kiss. Not just any kiss. It was a animalistic, raw, primitive, passionate and fiery kiss that could have set the house on fire. “ I want you, Daddy.” Caleb said in a soft whisper as he continued to kiss the man on top of him. “ I’ve always loved you. I’ve always wa….……” Before Caleb could even finish his sentence, he felt a force that he never could have possibly imagine. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he led out a squeal of shock, surprise and a tiny hint of pain.

Caleb had been penetrated. In that moment, Adam had officially taken his son’s virginity. It was true, the giant’s shaft was massive in size, and Caleb’s opening was miniscule in comparison. “ Oh my god,” Caleb said in shock. The boy was a virgin, so the walls of his vaginal canal were untouched. They were incredibly tight, and Adam could now verify just how tight and virginal his son was. “ OH MY GOD!!!!” Caleb was so overwhelmed, the boy had to grab onto his father’s arm as he let out another squeal that was a mixture of confusion, surprise and pain. He felt like he was being split wide open, and at first, it was too much for Caleb. A heavy silence hung over father and son, but then, suddenly, Caleb let out another squeal, only this time, it was softer, and while it was soft, it was riddled with pleasure and euphoria. If that wasn't enough, Caleb’s innocent little face, once riddle with pain from his father’s sheer size, was now overcome by a pleasure so euphoric and other worldly, the boy would never be the same because of it. “ So big.” he said softly as the grip around his father’s shoulder began to soften and loosen. More musical moans began to escape his mouth, proving that the little red head's walls had adjusted and he had come to enjoy the massive girth that was invading him.

Looking into those blue hues with a gaze that while boyish, was riddled with wonder and a new found hunger that only adults could understand, Caleb spoke in a voice that was riddled with a longing for sex. “ You’re so big……I love it.” That’s when Caleb took a hold of Adam’s face and gave the giant a sex crazed, sex riddled kiss. It was so powerful and so passionate, it was enough to make any man succumb to it’s power. “ I want you to give it to me.” Caleb said like the new found slut and size queen that he had officially become. It was time for father and son to consummate their new found relationship. “ PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME. I WANT IT, DADDY. I WANT YOU TO GIVE IT TO ME………..DADDY. PLEASE……GIVE TO ME!!!!!!!”

[genshinboys]

Thigh job with Genshin boys - Zhongli

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Fem reader x Zhongli

Knock-Knock-Knock

You are standing in front of the door to Zhongli’s office at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlour. Upon knocking, you open the door and peek inside only to see the Archon seated at his desk and hunching over some documents. His form relaxes the moment his eyes cast upon your persona.

„Can I come in?” you ask politely knowing very well that Zhongli would never be capable of saying no to you.

He puts aside the pen that was previously tightly squeezed in the palm of his hands. Eyes glistening and his facial expression a tell-tale sign of excitement which he promptly attempts to hide going back to the customary for him calm facade.

Immovable as a rock and yet his world was shaken the moment you waltzed into it.

Zhongli doesn’t mind though and he revels in the way you made everything the Archon thought he knew to go to rack and ruin.

So, he finds himself inviting you and wreaking more havoc in his hitherto impassive and emotionless millenniums of existence.

„Oh, by all means, please do,” he responds courtly. He straightens up in his armchair gesturing to his lap.

You smile knowingly.

Zhongli but adores having you in his lap. The way your soft body fits in there is glorious and the lord of Geo could narrate hundreds of stories about the marvel of you being sat on his thigh tightly pressed into his sturdy physique.

It is his way of unwinding after a long day or taking a break from work. He would find solace and relaxation with you next to him. It becomes habitual and it just occurs naturally. When he sips his tea, scans through documents, reads a book or wants to tell you some of the stories from his past. You sit on his lap and everything falls into place.

He loves the control this setting gives him and the fact that he can easily do whatever he deems fit when your body is conveniently at his disposal.

And you wouldn’t say no. Whatever his intentions are.

So you come over to the handsome god and with a loud scoff unceremoniously land on his lap while wrapping your arms around his neck.

„What’s the matter my dearest?” he furrows his brows but the little crooked smile doesn’t escape your notice. Zhongli can’t help himself, he thinks that you’re just too adorable and pure for this world.

„Oh, Zhongli!” you cry out, „That little bastard Venti stood m-,”

He clears his throat and gives you a reprimanding glare, „Language my little girl.”

You roll your eyes at his antics and wiggle your butt successfully shifting your position so that your whole weight is now on Zhongli’s right thigh and your legs are hanging in the air on the other side of the armchair. He wraps a protective arm around your middle while his free hand starts caressing your uncovered leg, so nicely exposed by the skirt of your choice.

So once you feel all snug and comfortable you continue dramatically, „Zhongli, but he really stood me up! I needed his help with one commission and I found him as drunk as a skunk. He was so sloshed he fell asleep in the tavern and Kaeya had to escort him home!”

„Is that so?” he cocks an eyebrow but he isn’t surprised at all.

„Yes! I wasted so much time because of this motherf-,”

Zhongli shoots you another look of disapproval and you just smile apologetically.

„He’s never been good at holding his liquor, my Dear,” he states the obvious more preoccupied with the way the plump flesh of your thighs reddens when he squeezes it with his leather-clad hand. He allows himself to roam a bit higher and the skirt does little to prevent his movement.

„Dear,” he says as his lips approach your earlobe, „Have you by any chance forgotten to put on underwear yet again?”

You really love Zhongli’s voice. His low rumbles, deep and husky sounds from the back of his throat always give you goosebumps.

And so this time, you shudder in his embrace like a leaf in the wind.

„No, of course I didn’t,” you respond in your defence.

„Mind if I see?” he asks and pushes your skirt out of the way revealing your naked bum.

He clicks his tongue, feeling you up with his long fingers. The gloves he is wearing create nice friction as he strokes your skin.

„I might have forgotten after all,” you admit even if reluctantly.

Zhongli is a patient man. Throughout the centuries he has learned to remain cool and composed despite the most arduous and trying of times. He would have never guessed that this quality of his would so often come in handy when graced with your presence.

„Pray-tell my Dearest, so you did come here, parading around the streets of my city with no decency in your soul left, only to sit in my lap with your bare bottom?”

This question sounded more like an accusation and was rather rhetorical.

You shrug your shoulders for lack of any better excuse.

The archon takes a deep breath and digs his fingers into the meat of your ass.

„You enjoyed yourself last time, no?” you make a point to remind the lord of Geo of your last visit to his office.

„So vulgar,” he criticizes gazing down and marvelling how your smooth skin contrasts with the material of his black slacks. You would often stain them with your juices when the Archon opts for something more than just telling you stories with you in his lap.

„I trust you know what to do, Love,” he adds once again locking his eyes with yours and then kisses your forehead fondly.

You chuckle having no intentions to make the god wait any longer.

You let your hands slide down to his crotch and unbuckle the belt helping Zhongli get his erection out of the tight black slacks. At times like this, you would internally curse the Archon for his strict dress code but it can’t be helped. Zhongli is as stubborn as a mule when it comes to certain customs.

His cock springs free and you bite your lip openly admiring the ex-Archon. It never ceases to thrill you. His shaft is thick and painfully long with popping veins and a swollen tip. He is just so enormously big it intimidates you. You briefly wonder if it has anything to do with him being a half-dragon and you shudder at the thought mentally taking a note to ask him about that next time he places you in his lap.

Zhongli’s heartbeat quickens when you teasingly stroke his impressive girth, your lips finding his and you crash them together hungrily.

He hums in delight when you slide your thumb over the tip of his penis. You break the kiss and flash a cute grin at your immortal lover.

„I want to please you with my thighs,” you inform him matter-of-factly at which he nods somehow too quickly to match his typical indifferent attitude.

„You spoil me, my little one,” he praises in an erotic timbre and his eyes widen when you lift yourself from his lap and turn around.

„Hold my waist, will you?” you ask for some assistance placing your hands on both sides of the chair.

„Certainly, so,” he obliges.

So with some help on his side, you elevate your bum and reach for his hardened cock to delicately insert it between your warm-to-the-touch thighs. Experimentally, you lift yourself up and then push down letting his erection slide between your legs in a smooth motion. You make sure to smudge the leaking pre-cum all over his shaft so that the Archon doesn’t feel any discomfort.

„How does that feel Zhongli?” you ask glancing behind your back only to see his already fucked-out stare which makes your chest swell in adoration.

His lips are parted and eyes half-closed as he holds onto your waist the way you asked him to.

„Absolutely marvellous, my Dear. Please, do continue, hmm?” he encourages albeit struggles to reply.

You carry on stroking him like that, sometimes pressing your thighs a little tighter and he groans as quiet as he possibly can. Zhongli would despise being caught by Hu-Tao when you rub his cock so expertly.

The pace you decide to torture Zhongli with is sickeningly slow and he’s had enough of playing around for today.

You let out a muffled cried when the Archon grabs you even tighter and forces you down on his dick. He repeats the motion in an animalistic tempo taking pride in the way your ass bounces up and down in front of his eyes.

„Zhongli!” you plead as you feel your legs going numb.

„Bear with me a little longer, Love” he coos.

Your whole body hurts and your arms feel as if they were going to give out any moment.

Fortunately, Zhongli isn’t going to last much longer as the pleasure mixed with pain make him approach the brink he so much desires. With one final thrust and a guttural moan he releases and you can feel his hot load on the inner side of your thighs. Some drops of cum land on your lower belly and face. It’s so messy and you feel how your walls contract around nothing in feverish excitement.

He helps you go back to your previous position with his arms now tightly wrapped around your exhausted body. He enjoys the slight twitching of your weary muscles. He reaches for your chin and forces you to face him.

„Home?” you ask in a desperate plea for him to return the favour. Your body aching for his touch.

„Home,” Zhongli agrees, as indeed, the Archon is unable to turn down any of your wishes.

Other boys:

Albedo

Xiao

Diluc

Kaeya

Childe

Kazuha

[detroitbecomeyandere]

Hey There Little Red Riding Hood.

Werewolf Gavin x Little Red Reader.

You wrap the fresh bread in soft cloth and place it gently in your basket along with a bottle of mead, herbs and vegetables from your garden and some dried and fresh meat. The weather was starting to turn chilly and as the only other member of your family it was your responsibility to look after your aging grandmother in times like these, she was still the same fiery woman who has raised you after your parents died. But just because she thinks she's a woman in her fifties doesn't mean her body agrees, the seventy year old had pain in her joints and hands whenever the weather turned cold and could hardly cook for herself. Glancing out your window you see the sun was starting to set but there should be more than enough time to get to grandmother's before dark. Slinging your red cloak around your shoulders and locking your home you set off into the woods.

You know this path so well you could walk it blindfolded, the scenery is so familiar it almost felt more like home than your actual house. The leaves have begun their change and the whole forest just feels warmer despite the nip in the air, perhaps you'd stay with grandmother this winter to enjoy the snow covered woods. You pull your hood to keep the cold from making your ears chapped and start to hum to yourself completely unaware of the hungry eyes following you.

Gavin follows you closely never losing sight of you, everything about you is devine and he had thought so from the moment he saw you. He was a recluse and lives deep in the woods by himself never wanting contact with the village closest to him but every now and again he needed to trade pelts for other goods to keep him going. That's when he saw you, your big soft eyes that reminded him of a doe, your soft laughter when your friend made a joke, your scent almost made his heart leap from his chest. He knew then that you were his but he didn't approach you to worried he'd lose control so close to the full moon and harm you, he'd go to you when the time was right and until then he'd have to be content.

That was three years ago now, he always told himself that tomorrow would be the day, tomorrow would come and he'd find himself on the outskirts of the village watching you from the trees unable to approach you. So here he was again, following you to your grandmother's. Tonight was harder than ever before with the full moon tomorrow, every instinct in him screaming to throw you down and claim you as his. Gavin was about to give up the walk with you and head back home to deal with his urges there when a sudden wind blew by and he caught you on the wind, you were fertile right now. And like that every rational thought flew from his mind as his inner beast started to take over, the last bit of his humanity hanging on wouldn't let him take you on the forest floor, your first time needed to be special. So he gave your unsuspecting figure a final glance before dashing head.

Unaware of the danger you walk to the door of the home and knock, the walk had taken longer than expected due to some trees down in the path and it was dark by now. You'd have to ask some men in the village if they could clear it for you when you get back. Knocking again you hear a soft "come in" come from the back of the house, stepping inside you notice that the fire was nearly out so after latching the door you set you basket down and work to build the fire.

"Sorry I'm late grandmother, some trees were down and it was kind of a hassle climbing over them." You hear a small hum in acknowledgement and continue, "I'm going to see if Luther can clear it when I get back, I'll ask if he can bring some to you too. Grandmother have you eaten yet? I can make you something to eat, I've brought bread and meat."

In your rambling you don't notice the figure approaching you and your hood blinds your peripheral, a large hand lands on your shoulder and you are pulled from the hearth and spun around.

Gavin hears your heart speed up as you come to the realization that this was not your grandmother, you start to scream and push his arm away but he wraps his other arm around your waist pulling you into him and forces his tongue down your throat. With strength that impresses you the stranger lifts you with the one arm and sits you down on the nearby table. When you start to run out of air he pulls away and sweeps everything off the table and onto the floor. In the warm light of the fire you see the man and vaguely recognize him, he takes advantage of your shock and forces another kiss on you this one a little more tender than before. The man forces your back onto the wood beneath you and starts to bunch your skirts up to your knees and just like that your fight is reignited and you pound against his chest.

When he pulls away a string of saliva connects the two of you, one of his hands catches your's when you try to scratch his face. His other hand holds your face as his thumb sweeps across your bottom lip and mumbles to himself "What soft lips you have, the better to kiss."

"Stop please.. where is my grandmother. You didn't hurt her did you!"

He buries his nose into your neck and inhales "How kind you are, here you are pinned underneath a beast and all you can think about is your sweet old granny." His teeth graze your skin as he grinds his manhood onto your clothed cunt, "Don't worry sweet one, she's safe." He pulls away from your neck and pins your hips down to the table, taking your skirt between his teeth he pulls it to your waist and glances up at you. "I really wanted to wait, but you are just so tempting. You should really stay out of the woods so close to a full moon sweetling. But I know you'll forgive me for being selfish just this once."

And with that he disappears between your legs and presses his tongue flat against your slit groaning as your taste fills his senses. You tasted sweeter than any berries in this forest. You grasp his hair and try to yank him off you but he ignores your pulling and instead wraps his lips around your clit and starts to swirl his tongue around it. Your spine arches as a jolt of pleasure shocks you, you've never felt anything like this and your body welcomed it relaxing into his grip. Gavin hears your heart go steady and he knows he has you, he prods your entrance with the tip of his tongue before pushing it into you. He growls into you when he feels your walls clamp down onto him and he goes feral on you, sloppy eating you out while his thumb makes tight circles on your clit. Switching again he sucks on your bud and replaces his tongue with two of his fingers, he scissors them inside you trying to prepare you his knot.

You pull him closer to you as the pleasure starts to build to an almost unbearable tightness in your stomach. Every gasp and moan pushes Gavin into a more animalistic state. Just as the knot is about to snap he pulls away from you, you don't get the time to mourn the loss before he is pushing his swollen cock into you. The small amount of prep before did nothing to ease the burn as his cock pushed into you, your eyes water and hiss in pain when he gives you no time to adjust to him. Gavin shuts his eyes as he finally fucks you, none of his fantasies came even close to the way you feel around him.

A whimper brings him back to reality and he opens his now yellow eyes and sees tears streaming down your cheeks and your brow drawn together in pain. He stops his thrusting to cup your face in his callused hand and forces you to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry sweetling, I can't help myself. You're just everything a big bad wolf could want." He presses soft kisses to your lips and gives you a moment to calm down. Once he feels you relax around him he looks back at you, "What big eyes you have, the kind that drive me mad. Keep them on mine." His thumb swipes another tear away as he pulls out until only his tip is inside you, Gavin rolls his hips and sheathes himself fully again. His eyes stay locked onto your own as he repeats the motion several time slowly working you open and once you roll your hips back into his he picks up the pace, letting the animal inside him take over again.

The man above you terrified and excited you at the same time, your mind knew this wasn't something you wanted and yet your body succumbed so quickly, you didn't know which was the right feeling to have and all you did know was that you wanted more of him in the moment. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you, the trapper growled again as the angle let him in deeper and through his parted lips you saw his teeth were becoming pointed before your eyes. The surge of fear only heightens your pleasure as you feel the knot start to build again rapidly.

Gavin smells you fear and it pushes him more into animal than human as he starts to pound into you, trying to force his knot into you before it swells completely. The only thing running through his mind is "breed", the werewolf in him completely taking over as his nails grew into claws and his fangs fully formed.

At the feeling of something bumping against your opening you raise your head a little and see a knot on his cock, transfixed you watch as it grows and as it starts to work it's way inside you. The added stretch burns a little but it's soon forgotten when you see it fully disappear inside you and suddenly you feel so full that you are pushed off the edge and your vision goes white. You grasp his forearms to try and ground yourself as you cum and your eyes flutter closed as you let the sensation wash over you.

He growls as you cum around him, your walls squeeze in a vice like grip. His claws dig into the cape beneath you and he rips holes into it when he feels his knot catch on your walls locking the two of you together. He continues to rut into you trying to forced himself as deep inside as possible, once his cock head kisses your womb he cums. Gavin shoots thick ropes of cum directly into your womb and he howls as he finally becomes one with you. After painting your insides white Gavin looks back to you, your eyes are glazed as you look up at him, your skin flushed and covered in sweat. Leaning down he captures your lips again, this time you return the kiss and drop your legs from his hips as your body goes limp. Soon enough all the pleasure leaves you and your mind starts to clear and the fear from before returns.

You try to pull away from the kiss but Gavin follows your lips so you try to wiggle your hips out from under him hoping to pull yourself off of him and get out from under the man. But when you do you feel him locked inside you and he growls into your lips before pulling away slightly with a dark chuckle, "I know you must be eager for more sweetling, but you need to stay still. I can't guarantee that I won't try to fuck my knot deeper into you, let's just enjoy the moment." He wraps your legs back around his waist and lifts you off the table, the both of you groan at the position change and you have to bite back another moan as he starts walking to the back of the cottage. He lays the two of you onto the bed and nuzzles into the crook of your neck, humming back to you the song you sang on your way here.

[ozarkthedog]

Does this count:

As a pregnant woman currently in the throws of full on pregnancy hormones (and therefore horny AF), Andy watching your pregnancy progress, and just getting more and more handsy. And when he fucks you talking about keeping you full. Wanting to keep you barefoot and pregnant so he has a constant claim over you.

YES 💯💯💯

warning: smut ahead. 18+ only. breeding kink, obvs.

Andy would become even more ravenous watching your belly swell. He’d always find ways to have his hands on you especially when there were other men around.

Andy would catch you in compromising situations knowing how difficult it would be to escape him.

Hands wet from washing the dishes grip the marble counter as Andy buries himself in your sopping heat.

His hands sear your body with claiming fistfuls and possessive touches.

“This is where you ought to be at all times,” one powerful thrust jars your bones when he drives his length deeper. His throbbing crown teases your cervix with playful punches. “Round and dripping with my cum.”

A hand wrenches into your hairline and slots your head against his shoulder forcing your body to take everything he gives you.

His teeth gnaw into your jaw bone as wet smacks of skin sound in the quaint kitchen. “You were made for this.” Steady drives of his hips accentuating each word, “Made for my cock. Made for my cum. Made to carry my children.”

He wouldn’t stop until you came at least thrice. Playing with your sensitive breasts, toying with your overstimulated nipples and spanking your mons until you were a writhing mess in his arms.

“Never gonna let up. Gonna make sure this pretty, little cunt is never without my cum.”

An animalistic growl would signal his end as he floods your already growing womb with his seed. He’d keep his pulsing girth in your core until it slowly deflates making sure every inch was well coated.

[rocorambles]

Reciprocate

Pairing: Akaashi x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Mafia AU, Kidnapping, Rape/Non-Con, Forced Impregnation, Objectification, Degradation, Humiliation

Summary: You should have known better than to think you could ever truly escape from him, especially when you carry something he treasures so dearly inside of you. 

You reminisce on the early days when you had met the beautiful dark-haired man, when you had been swept off your feet by striking blue eyes and a serene composure. 

Akaashi had never been just normal to you and you remember how he had made your head spin with the air of mystery he carried around him, how your heart whipped back and forth between the always surprising mixture of sharp blunt words and eloquent poetry he entrapped you with. He was a man full of surprises, truly multi-faceted and you remember watching in awe at how quickly he could go from easily and agilely maneuvering his toned athletic body in the gym to lazily reading classic literature with a hand posessively but gently wrapped around your waist as you curled up besides him on the couch. 

There are many words you could have used to describe Akaashi. But dangerous? Dangerous was not one of them. 

Funny how quickly things can change. 

Even as careful as Akaashi is, even he can’t foresee unexpected circumstances, especially when you are more entangled in the webs of his life than he ever meant for you to be. And he is forced to reveal who he truly is to you or kill you when you get caught up in things and with people who shouldn’t have ever even known you existed. 

You wouldn’t be the first woman he’s killed and his mind flickers to numerous dead bodies, corpses of prostitutes and other unfortunate women strewn about when things became too complicated, when they threatened his position and the safety of his clan. But he can’t bring himself to pull the trigger, can’t even bring himself to think about aiming at you. 

You’re not like the other fleeting distractions and for the first time ever, Akaashi Keiji breaks Fukurodani policies by revealing everything to you in the hopes that you’ll accept him as everything he is, that you’ll join him for the long run. 

Blue eyes storm over when you don’t look at him with the love and acceptance he expected of you, only fear and disappointment apparent in your eyes, and his hands instinctively clench into fists when you flinch away from him, scrambling to create space between the two of you when he reaches out to reassure you that underneath the terrifying family name and insignia, he’s still just him. 

Fine. You’re scared? He’ll give you something to actually be scared of.

His fingers dig deeper than necessary as they roughly drag and shove you, movements harsh and rough enough to make a very clear point, but never enough to permanently mark you. He likes his possessions as pristine as possible after all. And he smiles at how quick you are to go limp in his arms, obediently letting yourself be led when Akaashi’s silky voice patronizingly tells you what a shame it would be for your beautiful body to be decorated with bullet holes. 

You know who Boktuo Koutarou is, even if you’ve never physically met him. Everyone in your city knows who he is, his name whispered and murmured in the streets, tales of his erratic temperament and ruthless wildness spread far and wide. The Fukurodani clan has always been a powerhouse in the underground world, has always controlled your city with an iron fist, and Bokuto, even by Fukurodani standards, has more than risen to the challenge of continuing his family’s undeniable reign, garnering respect and fear even among the monsters that share his insignia. So even though you’ve never met him, you know exactly who you’re shoved to your knees in front of, who Akaashi reverently speaks to and asks for permission from to keep you at the base as his pet, and you don’t dare open your mouth or raise your head, absolute terror paralyzing you. 

Gold eyes peer at you in interest. Whores aren’t uncommon in the base, lewd moans and slick sounds sometimes making the base seem more like a brothel than the home of illicit dangerous business and Bokuto has always encouraged and rewarded his men with the best cunts money can buy especially after particularly successful or tiresome raids. But for as long as he’s known Akaashi, he can count the number of times the younger man has partaken in those base pleasures on just his fingers and even then, they’ve always been one night stands, brief flings. So he’s surprised, to say the least, when the dark haired man asks to keep you around as his little toy and he has a gut feeling that you’ll become a permanent extension of the family, but how can he deny the man who’s resolutely stayed by his side all these years, who’s pledged his life and loyalty to him? Akaashi asks for so little and if all he wants is for Bokuto to provide protection and surveillance for one more body to be happy, then so be it.     

You’re no stranger to sharing a bed with Akaashi, but this is different. You had always thought that he had been holding back with you, swearing that you saw a hint of something darker gleaming behind blue orbs only for it to dissolve away as you were swept away by sensual languid pleasure and gentle, attentive words. And you hate that you were right, voice going hoarse as you scream at the top of your lungs as you’re ruthlessly taken over and over again, a coldness in the eyes you had once loved that pierces deep within you, animalistic possessiveness in the way he marks you, long slender fingers leaving bruises in their wake as he holds your writhing body in place as he thrusts in and out of your abused lower lips. 

Day in, day out. All you know is a fitful sumber that exhaustion forces you into and Akaashi. His scent, his touch, his voice. You’re drowning in his essence. Dying. No. That would be preferable. At least there would be an end. And you silently grieve, unable to even cry real tears anymore when you wonder when this will ever end, if this will ever end. 

As much as Akaashi would love to permanently lay beside you, duty and appearances do call from time to time and he reclines across from Bokuto, watching the black and white haired man boisterously chat with Kuroo Tetsurou, the current head of Nekoma as scantily clad women surround the two men, dragging fingernails down their chests and shamelessly shoving their breasts into their faces in the hopes of gaining their favor. They sure do seem to be enjoying themselves and Akaashi grimaces when one of the prostitutes begins to loudly moan as she grinds against his leader’s swelling erection which doesn’t go unnoticed by sharp eyes. 

“Akaashi, don’t be so uptight. Why don’t I send some of them to your room tonight to help you loosen up?”

Bokuto knowingly smiles in amusement when he’s promptly rejected. 

“Ah, that’s right. You still have your cute pet. But you know Akaashi, pets are temporary. Don’t you think it’s time to make it a little more permanent? Maybe put a ring on it? Hell, I love kids. I wouldn’t mind having a few runts running around the base, especially if they’re yours.” 

Their conversation is interrupted by a rude scoff and Bokuto snarls at Kuroo’s taunting words. 

“Because God knows Bokuto isn’t having kids anytime soon. No woman could stand bearing his kids and listening to his loudmouth for the rest of her life.”

Akaashi tunes out their bickering as the gears in his mind churn. 

He had kept you on your birth control pills, not wanting to disturb his time with you as he broke you in and figured out exactly what his plan for you is. He knows he loves you, knows there’s no life for him without you. But he wasn’t a dreamer. He’s fully aware just how dangerous his life is, how impossible it is for the both of you to be able to grow old together, how much more likely it’ll be that both of you end up dead side by side in a turf war gone wrong. Yet now all he can think of is what you’d be like as a mother, how you’d look pregnant with his children and when your pills run low, he tears your prescription to shreds in front of your eyes. 

You have more fight left in you than he thought you would and he’s enraged by how much you despise the thought of carrying his children, every desperate plea for him to not cum inside of you while you’re unprotected, a direct insult to him and his love for you. All he sees is red as he breeds you over and over again, stuffing you full of his cock and his seed, never stopping until you’re filled to the brim with the sticky proof of his adoration, stomach heavy and sloshing with his declared affection. 

Turbulent emotions ransack you and you wish you could blame it solely on the hormones raging throughout your impregnated body, but you know it’s deeper than that. It had been so easy to become numb to being used, being known as nothing more than Akaashi’s pretty pet, being the victim of a cold, ruthless stranger you realize now that you never really knew. But it’s agonizing to once again see the hints of the man you had fallen in love with and your heart aches at how gentle and considerate Akaashi is to you once more as your belly begins to swell, a comforting hand rubbing your back and holding your hair away from your face as morning sickness has you heaving over the toilet bowl. And you feel something break and shatter into a million pieces inside of you when one night, as your due date quickly approaches, he kneels in front of you, slipping the engagement ring of your dreams onto your trembling hand. 

“I know this isn’t how you dreamed of any of this happening, but I promise you, once the child is born, I’m going to give you the wedding you always wanted and do my best to be the husband and father you deserve and want. I love you.”

You sob, tightly returning Akaashi’s embrace, burying your face in his chest, wishing with all your heart that things could have been different, that you could go back to those early days, that everything in between was a dream, a nightmare. 

But this is reality and as you cradle your baby bump, you know that you need to do something, anything, now that it’s not just your life on the line anymore. 

For the first time in a long time, it seems like fortune is finally on your side as Akaashi relinquishes his leash on you, trusting that your growing bump will permanently tie you to him, that you won’t even think of trying to escape in your current state. And you play your role perfectly, smiling and leaning into his careful touches, accepting the gifts and attention he lavishes you with, looking to all the world like an excited expecting mother perfectly matched with her doting fiance. 

Akaashi resumes taking up longer projects and jobs, no longer seeing a need to keep as careful of a watch over you or a need to remind you of your place besides him every night. And seeing one of their higher-ups relax makes everyone else careless, no one paying you much attention, no more armed men outside your door and windows when Akaashi is away. 

Really, it’s embarrassingly easy for you to escape, so easy that you wonder if this is a trap, almost expecting Akaashi to appear from around every corner and drag you back to the prison he had created for you, and you shudder when you can almost feel his hands against your skin, his voice murmuring cruel cutting words into your ear. 

But no one stops you and you slowly, but steadily make the long journey to Inarizaki territory, discreetly settling in and making a new home for yourself, starting a new life. Inarizaki and Fukurodani have never dealt much with each other, their territories so far apart that it’s pointless to clash or ally with each other when there are so many other enemies and friends closer to both their homes to deal with. You pray that it’s enough to hide you, to allow you to leave your wretched past behind. 

It seems like your prayers are answered as month after month passes, as your belly grows and grows, as you give birth to a beautiful baby girl. You can barely remember a life outside of motherhood, your heart overwhelmingly full of love and happiness as you watch your daughter grow. And as you watch her take her first few wobbly steps as her first birthday passes, you let yourself finally believe that you can really move on and look forward, locking the blue-eyed demon of your past behind you once and for all. 

Except that demon doesn’t want to be locked up, that demon is far too strong and cunning for your flimsy padlock, and you clutch your daughter to your chest when your door slams open one night and your apartment is swarmed by men with the Fukurodani insignia, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes when one last final figure makes their way past your threshold and you stare into familiar blue eyes. 

As if your daughter can sense your anxiety, your fear, your hopelessness, she begins to loudly wail and bawl, wrapping her little arms around your neck and drenching your neck and shirt with her tears and snot, reminding you just how much is at stake right now. 

You do your best to fake some semblance of calmness, drawing on your maternal instincts to still the quivering of your voice as you gently whisper soothing words in her ear, telling her everything will be fine, telling her that these are just mommy’s old friends, all the while watching your ex-lover gracefully make his way towards the two of you, subtly shielding her little body with yours as he approaches. 

Realistically you know there’s not much you can do if he does mean harm to her, but you’d gladly die defending her to the best of your abilities if it came down to it, already ready to beg for her to be spared and for just you to be punished for your transgressions and your betrayal. You finch when you feel his weight settle besides you on the bed as he sits on the edge of the mattress, heart pounding as you feel his familiar presence, and you quickly turn to face him, only to be completely stunned by the softness in his eyes as he gazes at your daughter. 

Relief floods through you and you hesitantly shift, allowing him easier access to see her, something bittersweet trickling inside of you as long slender fingers gently reach out to caress tear-stained cheeks, as your daughter’s sobs die down and curious eyes peer at the stranger who’s touching her. And deep inside you know Akaashi won’t harm her, will fiercely love her, as he tugs her out of your arms and pulls her into his lap, a sad smile pulling on your lips as you watch father and daughter reunite. 

Deep inside you also know that you won’t be as lucky and your fears are confirmed when Akaashi stands, still cradling your giggling daughter in his arms, blue eyes pinning you down with a look you recognize all too well. There’ll be hell to pay for your actions. 

You feel nauseous, body already aching and throbbing in anticipation of your punishment. But you plaster on a smile for your daughter as she happily plays with one of her favorite toys in the backseat of the car between Akaashi and you, peppering her tiny face with kisses as Akaashi and you tuck her into the gorgeous nursery he’s prepared for her, and wishing her good night as Akaashi leads you back out, continuously waving until the nursery door is firmly closed. And only then does your act drop and you sob as a hand harshly grips your wrist, tears only flooding down more as you recognize the hallway you’re being dragged down, body shaking when you’re shoved into a room and a bed you had tried so hard to forget. 

Clothes are being torn from your body and you thrash around as lips descend upon you, a mouth hungrily molding with yours, yelping when teeth harshly bite on your lower lip before pulling apart. You feel so exposed, so helpless, so vulnerable as icy blue eyes glare down at you, Akaashi’s body pinning you in place as he takes in your figure, scrutinizing every line and curve of your body, mapping every familiarity and difference from the last time he’s seen you. But you lay still, wincing when his grip on your wrist becomes bone crushing when you try to instinctively cover yourself from him. 

“I trusted you. I love you. And this is how you repay me? Running away from me? Keeping my daughter away from me?” 

You open your mouth to stutter out some feeble excuse, but gasp when a hand wraps around your neck, warningly tightening before relaxing. The weight of his palm still against your throat keeps you silent. 

“There’s no excuse for what you did. But I promised you that I’d be a good husband, so I’ll forgive you if you show me how sorry you are.”

You nervously watch as he completely lets go of you, eyes trailing after him as he settles his back against the headboard of the bed, beckoning you over to him with a single finger. And you can’t help but feel like foolish prey walking into a trap as you obey, body quivering in fear as he pulls you in and positions you so that your legs straddle his thighs, back arching and a cry slipping past your lips as he teasingly captures one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks. 

“Still so sensitive.” 

You hate how well he’s trained your body, how easily your body betrays you even after being separated from him for over a year, how well he knows every inch of you inside and out and shame and humiliation lance through you when a long digit easily slides into your already dripping heat. 

“I think you’re more than ready, darling.”

Even past your wanton moans, the clanging metal of his belt unbuckling echoes throughout the room and you whimper as something hard presses against your entrance. 

“Come on, love. It’s time for you to apologize. Do you know how much effort and time I spent searching for you?”

You yelp as the hands resting on your waist dig into your flesh before relaxing and rubbing soothing circles into your skin. 

“But it’s okay because you’re here now, you and our daughter are here now, and neither of you are ever leaving me again. Right?”

You vigorously nod your head as blue eyes sharply stare at you, relaxing when they soften and a small smile plays on his lips. 

“Good girl. Now prove it to me.” 

You almost wish Akaashi had just forced himself upon you, finding it so much more demeaning to sink down on his cock all by yourself as he impassively sits back and watches you. But you’re sure that’s the whole point of this, for you to show your submission and acceptance through your actions. After all, nothing he ever does is meaningless. 

And you truly do feel broken, like nothing more than a good wife, a good pet as you wildly shake your hips, bouncing up and down on his cock in a way that makes your breasts jiggle, pussy clenching even tighter and gushing even more when he orders you to look him in the eyes all the while. 

“You’re making me feel so good, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful. You were made for my cock, made for me. Tell me who you belong to.”

In hindsight you’ll be embarrassed by how quick you are to babble his name over and over again in response. But here and now? All you can think about is the warmth in your chest as he praises you, the warmth in your belly as something pleasant and overwhelming builds inside of you. And Akaashi groans at how tightly you squeeze around him as your peak nears, almost cumming from just the hazed over arousal in your lust-filled eyes, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss and swallowing your cries of ecstasy as you reach your high, body convulsing and twitching in his arms as he holds you steady, lips still locked with yours as he thrusts up a few more times before finding his own release and spilling deep inside of you. 

You slump onto him, exhausted body collapsing and still twitching from the onslaught of pleasure. But as the fog from your mind begins to ebb away, you involuntarily tense at the whispered “I love you” that sounds like nails scraping against a chalkboard, hesitating too long to respond in kind. And you know you’ve made a huge mistake when blue eyes are coldly regarding you once more, shivering from both the cold and fear as he pulls back from you before shoving you onto your back and settling between your legs.

“Looks like you need a little more encouragement to reciprocate my feelings. That’s okay. We have all the time in the world for me to show you just how much I love you.”

[lady-ragnvindr]

I’m back! My final of the day was horrible but at least the horny juice is pumping! (also I may or may not have become too excited about this particular scenario so now it’s also becoming its own X reader for AO3 when I finish it oops)

*cough* just clearing some warnings first... 👀

Omegaverse (obviously), size difference, reader has two cocks and a 2ft tongue, scent kink, sex pollen but it’s actually reader’s scent cause they triggered a rut, tongue fucking, mouth knotting, animalistic/primal sex, overstimulation, cum inflation, breeding kink, spitroasting (male receiving), marking/claiming bites, double penetration (male receiving), breeding kink, dragon cum confers semi-permanent immortality, slightly yandere characters

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Okay, so in this setup, Teyvat’s dragons are these secluded and solitary creatures, that are only seen very rarely and decades apart. One is lucky to see a dragon come out of their secret lairs in their lifetime, but they don’t consider it as such, because dragons only ever come out for three things: treasure, war, or... mates.

The thing is, no one knows what happens to these ‘mates’. The dragons just come, towering over the tallest of alphas, roam around the land with their horns and fangs and claws, and then leave with their ‘mates’ on their arms...only for them to never be seen again. So, in the mouth of the people, ‘mates’ are just another word for ‘food’... only with a worse fate. Not that anybody dares to say it to an actual dragon.

In the middle of this, you’re a dragon just over a hundred years old, and you’re just out of your parents’ nest, roaming the land in search of treasure and possibly one (or a few) mate(s) before finally setting yourself with an adult lair.

The humans, however, are nowhere to be seen from where you stand, closing the doors when you pass and hiding their children, and you’re mildly confused, but chalk it off to them having never seen a dragon in their lives. Well, you’re truly majestic, even among other alpha dragons, with your two sets of curled horns and beautifully long tail, but it still hurts a bit seeing the mortals avoid you when you had been so eager to meet them, ever since your infancy’s tales.

And then, a presence makes itself known- or three, to be more precise. Two omegas and a beta, you can tell, and you wonder why they’re approaching you so cautiously, but you’re excited nonetheless. From their smell, you can tell they’re unmated, and you hope that if they’re not here to be your friends, they’re here to be your mates.

The first to approach is Scaramouche, in service of the Tsaritsa to investigate he rumors of a dragon descending (form where, he doesn’t know). He smiles and talks with glee in his eyes at the smile filled with pointed teeth that greets him, and you can feel your chest swell with pride. It’s all going well (all too well even, the unmistakable scent of pleased alpha making his omega reel in want), until the traveler comes too, scowling at him and loudly warning you about Scaramouche’s hidden nature and his probable ill intentions (nothing you hadn’t already noticed, of course).

Aether goes on, introducing himself and offering to help you for a while if you don’t know where you’re going, ignoring the tiny part of his brain that tells him he also wants to use you for his own benefit, finding his sister, but also the much louder one that screams ‘alpha! mine!’ in the back of his mind. Well, if he gets what he’s here for, he might as well be lucky enough to-

And then the third man comes forth, a refreshing smell of qingxin coiling around him just like the white snake on his shoulder, and Baizhu ropes you in his talk, friendly and surreptitious and he sounds out information about you you’d gladly give him in an instant had the ruse not been up. He asks about how life is like for a dragon and curious questions about your tail, and hides his need for knowledge just as much as the saliva already pooling on his tongue at the sight of you, your built form more than a head taller than he is, and the sheer strength you carry in yourself (And the other dragons said you were small for an alpha...)

The curious behavior of them is enough to rope you into their banter, a purr almost forming in the back of your throat at their sight and their scent, mixing so well with your own, but you hold it back for a while, knowing neither of them has tried anything with you. But they will, you’re sure, and you can wait for it for as long as they want.

It’s a few weeks later until your prediction comes true, a week full with lingering tension and careful touches that last just a bit too long and just a bit too little to be not nearly enough at every turn. You’re in the cave you’ve claimed as yours for your stay in the mortal world (only waiting for your little mates to come around), tail loosely curled around the three of them just enough you can chalk it off to a mindless behavior. You chuckle at yet another bickering between Scaramouche and Aether, the sore jabs and quick nips exhilarating to watch, as you prop yourself against the stone wall and play with Baizhu’s hair, his head resting on your lap.

And then, a hand is grabbing at your wrist, propping it against Baizhu’s cheek and him nuzzling against it, vibrant amber eyes staring straight at yours. “So, how do dragon mates work, even?” he says in that silky, languid voice of his, and you feel yourself twitch in interest.

The sounds of the conversation around pause all of a sudden, and now all three of them are looking directly at you, breaths hitched and scents sweetening just a tad, making your mouth water. Slightly nipping at your lip, your gaze wonders through each of them, finally setting down on Baizhu again only to ask, tone a bit more low now, “What do you want to know?”

The curious eyes shift lower on your form, and you feel, just for a moment, that the glint in their eyes could be more menacing that what you see. And then, Aether is shifting closer, now right in front of you sitting back on his knees, and Scaramouche has moved to your side only to stare closely into your face with a devious smirk.

Baizhu turns, and your attention is back at him now. “Perhaps... you’d like to demonstrate?” he says, already trailing a hand through your waistband and you can’t contain yourself anymore.

You snap, feeling the fire burning through your veins, liquid lust escaping through your scent and into the air. You grip at Baizhu’s neck only to pull him up for a fierce kiss, your tongue unraveling from within to shove down his throat, and he whines. Your tail is curling around the other two, death grip as it pulls them by the waist to pile against your heating body, and Aether whimpers, the steady filling of your cocks rubbing on him now that he’s climbed up your lap.

Scaramouche grips at your bulge then, still covered by your clothes, and you groan, leaving Baizhu to grasp for air as he holds right to your frame as you bite into the harbinger’s neck, fangs already extended and ready for marking. The surprised moan that escapes his mouth is almost as nice as the way he turns limp into your arms from shock, only to grab your hair and hold you against his neck, you biting and licking all too eagerly before you feel cold air and deft fingers hit your skin.

A sigh leaves the blond’s pretty lips, and you look down just in time to see him start nuzzling into your cocks, inhaling your scent and looking hazily up to you. He moans as he takes one of your cocks into your mouth, Baizhu’s trembling hand reaching to caress his cheek and tug at your other cock, and you groan as you pump out more of your scent, wrapping your tail tighter against Aether’s waist and moving to rip your mates’ clothing off.

You don’t waste time to maneuver Scaramouche’s hips into your face, his always smug face contorted in pleasure as your tongue breaches his hole, a frenzied rhythm inspired only by your growing need to mate, and breed and to claim. You grip into Baizhu’s head to guide him to your other leaking, dripping cock, and he moans as he laves his tongue on it, intent on pleasuring you the best he can as you hold right to his hair with pricking pain that goes form his scalp right to his cock.

The messy sounds in the cave get drowned by the rain outside and you feel yourself on the brink at all the sensations, thrusting up into the receiving mouths working desperately at you and making Aether gag, taken aback, and Baizhu thank his lack of a gag reflex. Scaramouche, you know, is also more than desperate to get off, shaking his hips and trying to send himself further down your tongue, crying already with a fucked out face and you wonder just how sensitive he is as you lick more intently, feeling your thighs flex and high peak as you slam both Aether’s and Baizhu’s heads into your new protruding knots.

You feel Scaramouche come on your tongue then, triggered by the smell of pleased alpha inundating the cave, and your tongue works faster as the slick drops down his thighs, cum spurting from him only to fall into his stomach and the wall on the back. You don’t stop your licking though, working him up again to a strangled cry as he’s forced to quickly wind up again on it and cum until your knots come down enough to get to actually fucking your mates dry.

The growls you make reverberate against the walls of both the cave and Scaramouche’s hole, and the minor twitches on your cocks has Aether’s eyes suspiciously water, his tongue doing its best to lap at you and keep you satisfied.

Baizhu leaks his scent then, the calming scent just enough to get you to let Scaramouche up, shaking legs struggling to hold him as he drops on your side and drapes his head on your shoulder, and you ride the rest of your high out to his satisfied purrs.

—

You must have fallen asleep at some point, because when you wake it’s to your little mates draped all over you and the burning need to breed. With much less grace that you’ll want to acknowledge later, you groan at the feeling of your rock hard cocks dripping on your chest, and makes quick work of lifting Aether up and unceremoniously dropping him into your cock, and he screams as he wakes up, feeling a size much too large for himself breaching into him all at once. He pants, feeling your soothing hands on his hips as you nip his neck in apology, but you don’t stop until he’s flush against your hips and barely a second to adjust before you’re hammering up into him, grunting at the feeling of your other cock rub against his cleft.

It’s not nearly enough to get you off and you’re about to try and jam everything inside Aether all at once when Scaramouche wakes, scowling at the noise, before stopping himself to the sight. You growl at him, and he looks at you with sheer want on his eyes, and it’s in more of a roar than an ask that you tell him to ride your cock, and he whines, yet makes no move. You sneer, reaching for his hair as you mercilessly yank him into your cock and stuff his hole full all at once, copious slick aiding your work and you can feel him clench at you as he chokes on his words. He whimpers and cries as you thrust up, roughly, barely hitting his prostate in a way that has him screaming for more and arching his back, and you stuff your tail up in his mouth to stop his whining, leaving only muffled whimpers to fill your ears.

Baizhu stirs awake to this vision, the pretty blond clutching at your back and arching to rub against your belly as you fill him up and fuck the pretty, loud sounds out of his lips, and the other artificially arched in a bow as he’s fucked on both ends, and he can’t believe how hard he’s gotten and how grateful he is he left Changsheng and Qiqi to go over on a mission for the week. He wastes no time in nuzzling to your neck and hump into your side as he bares his glands to you, and you waste no time to accept it before diving down and biting hard enough to draw blood. He’s moaning, then, trailing wet kisses over your skin as he speeds up his humping, panting and moaning as if he was a bitch in heat, which he might as well be at this moment.

You dive down as you feel yourself reach completion again, speeding your thrusts and slamming Aether’s hips back on yours as Scaramouche is sluttily rocking back and forth on your other cock, and claims the blond’s bare neck in a single, twisted bite, your teeth so large against his slim neck you grunt and cum right on the waiting bodies above you, knots firmly against the omegas’ stretched entrances, and Baizhu is panting loudly and cussing as you lick the blood away from Aether’s neck only to open again the matching wound on Scaramouche’s.

They come, untouched, still riding on your hips from oversensitivity and Scaramouche is tamer than you’ve ever seen him before, and Baizhu is trailing up again to catch your lips as he grunts and comes on your side, and Aether’s looking so pretty you might as well just keep on fucking him until he can’t take it anymore (and then do it again).

Your omegas look so beautiful like this, fucked out on top of you and even falling over each other, too tired to even process it, and their cum stuffed bellies bulge and satisfy a primal urge in your alpha to keep them well-bred, full of pups and begging for more.

You wrap your tail around them, and decide to wait again for the next wave of your rut, only for Baizhu to tell you to ‘wait for him for a bit’, with the calm playfulness only he can achieve and you thump your tail lightly on the ground in acknowledgement.

It takes not long before he notices when your cum starts to leak from where your knot subsided, and it’s at this moment that he gently pulls the two omegas (or tries to, before you move them yourself) to both your sides and out of your cocks. You whimper at the loss, cold air of the cave and the rainstorm outside replacing wet, tight heat and is about to protest before he groups both of your cocks together and aligns to his hole, sinking down with a hitched breath.

He sighs, adjusting slowly to the intrusion, before he pouts, “I didn’t get to have my fun yet”, and moans when he’s finally meeting your still barely deflated knots with his shaking hips. As you move your hands to his waist and grips, hard enough to leave marks for days, he smiles languidly and laughs, saying there’s something he noticed on your cum. “It heals people, doesn’t it?”

You grunt, thrusting into him the softest you can so as not to wake the tired out omegas on your chest, and nods, saying it’s what helps dragons keep their mates for their whole lives. His eyes sparkle and he gasps, sinking down harder and you can barely contain yourself as to not flip you both out and fuck into him like there’s no tomorrow (someday, you think distantly through you lust-dazed mind).

“Yes, I noticed,” he gasps, and it seems he’s hit an extra good spot, so you shift your hips until you’re aiming right at the spot, the double girth brushing at all his right places at once and he has to hold himself back as to not be too loud. “I wouldn’t be able to take both these monsters at once if not,” he gasps, finishing his thought as you chuckle. It’s not long before he’s coming, clenching down on your cocks as he shivers, and you moan at the welcoming heat, spurts of slick still so little compared to your omegas but delightful nonetheless. He crumbles onto your chest, grumbling something, and nods when you grip harsher at his hips, and you waste no time in wrapping two rings of your tail around his waist, propping his head up with the tip and setting up a much harsher, much faster pace, seeking to destroy the beautiful man you’ve been gifted with. And his self-control is gone at his time, muffling his whines and pleads only by biting into his own hand as harsh as he can, the other twisted into your hair in a tug that makes you want to ruin him. And you do, diving down for the final mark on your beautiful strike today, right over his gland, and he’s spurting again with a hitched breath, making him clench and trigger your orgasm as both of your knots are shoved in his right hole, and he swears he’s gonna cry himself dry at this point.

As you leave his neck and licks soothingly at the wounds, you can’t help but rumble again at the beautiful sight of all your three mates, stuffed full and fucked out for the day.

—

It’s not for a week later that the four of you leave the cave, your rut finally done with and thankfully not triggering any of the omegas’ heats, thanks to their steady use of suppressants. You smile as you walk towards the nearby town, preparing to finally decide where your adult lair is gonna be, and you couldn’t be happier as Aether pulls your hand, leading the group as Baizhu saunters behind and Scaramouche is snarling and snipping sarcasm at the blond’s behavior, and discreetly snarling at everyone who looks at you slightly too long. Your smile grows larger, appreciating how cute they are, clinging to you and scaring off the few people that seemed a bit too interested as well.

So cute, just for you.

Even if you know they would try to kill anyone who ever upset you or tried to talk to you again, but that’s okay. With three beautiful mates like these, who would need any more?

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This has gotten much longer than I wanted even with all the cuts and edits I made, so I hope you like it bestie 👊🏻😭

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Daddy’s Home

Summary: Dean’s been away from his Omega too long, and he has a very interesting way of waking her up to let her know he’s home.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Smut, this is pretty much porn with almost no plot. Oral (female receiving), mentions of rut, hint of a breeding kink, Daddy kink, unprotected smut, abo dynamics, knotting, scenting marking, a hint of possessiveness that comes with abo. language, I think that’s about it. 

Written for: @spnkinkbingo

Square Field: Daddy Kink

Word Count: 2087

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes and general bullshit are my own! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this one!

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You always knew when your Alpha was close to his rut, even if it was a damn week away. There were certain aspects of him that changed during the time when his hormones were at their highest, and the most basic animalistic instincts seem to shove their way to the forefront of his personality.

You’d caught him more than once slipping up behind you while you were doing the dishes to brush against you to layer you with his scent, letting everyone and everything around him know just who you belonged to. He’d also become a lot more cuddly than he normally was, wanting to hold you while you read a book in the evening, or wanting you to sit in his lap while you watched movies together in the big recliners in the Dean Cave. It was nothing but an excuse to scent you, but you always craved the closeness of your Alpha, so you really didn’t mind at all. 

He was with you all the time. You could do nothing alone, not even shower. Every time you turned around he was there.  You often wonder if it was because his brother, Sam, who is also an Alpha, shared the bunker with the two of you, and he felt the need to guard you from the other Alpha in the place, but you never really looked into is and just accepted it as just something Dean would do close to this time. 

Then of course there was the sex. There was literally no point in even putting clothes on to go to bed when Dean was this close to a rut. They’d just end up in shreds on the floor before the night was out...or before he even climbed into bed…

Dean had been on a hunt now for at least three weeks with Sam, a shifter from the looks of it, and it had been killing him to be so far away from you when he was this close to going into rut, and feared more than anything that’s he’d end up going into full blown rut if the hunt hadn’t ended when it did.

You were never a hunter, you just never wanted to be involved in that aspect of it all. You were fine with research, and you were also good at it, but that also means you were often at home and away from your Alpha, who was whining on the phone with you liked a kicked puppy when you had hung up with him tonight because you were still a state over and he wasn’t home to you yet; even though they were on their way back now Dean was becoming very impatient. 

You didn’t like the distance either, but you knew what you signed up for the moment you had agreed to let Dean claim you. So it was just something you’d have to endure as long as Dean was hunting, which was probably going to be for the rest of your natural lives. 

You don’t know what time you’d gone to bed that night, but it hadn’t been all that late, honestly you think you did it out of boredom. The faster you fell asleep, the sooner you’d be in your Alpha’s arms anyway. It honestly didn’t feel like you had been out all that long, and at first you weren’t sure if you were just dreaming or not. It was one of those moments where you were pretty sure you were awake, but somehow still asleep all at the same time. 

In your “dream” you were almost certain that you could feel the warmth of someone’s tongue on your core, sliding through your folds and around your clit, making you shiver even in your sleep. A sleepy moan falls from your throat at the feeling, and you force yourself out of the blanket of sleep, opening your eyes to be greeted by the sight of your Alpha with your legs spread wide, and his mouth lapping at your cunt in an almost animalistic, possessive manner, purring like it was greatest thing he’d ever tasted and sending a gush of slick from your core at the sight alone. 

“Dean,” you moan breathlessly, and the Alpha’s eyes meet yours with the golden glow you had become all too familiar with penetrating the dark room, and making the Omega inside of you quiver and submit without him even having to say a word.

He never stopped doing what he was doing, just growled in response as he took your swollen bud in between his sinful lips, sucking at and causing your back to arch off the bed as his fingers press bruisingly into your hips to hold you still for him. 

All coherent thought flew right out of the window as he then started to eat at you like a man starved. Most of the humanity that he normally clung to was far gone from him, and the raw, animal instincts of the Alpha taking the reins as his tongue dipped into your slick heat, fucking you with his impossibly long tongue, stroking your inner most walls as his stubble left the most delicious burn on your thighs and his nose brushed against your throbbing clit in the best way. 

Deep rumbling growls resonated from his chest as he continued to lap at your cunt, flattening out his tongue against your pussy, rubbing the heat of his mouth back and forth over your slit as he thrust his long, dripping Alpha cock against the mattress, desperate for friction, but to engrossed in tasting you that he couldn’t stop if he wanted too to fuck you, not yet. 

His perfect white teeth nibbling at your clit next as he sank three fingers deep into your convulsing pussy. Fucking you slowly as his mouth covers your swollen nub and he presses himself harder onto your mound, picking up the pace of his licking and sucking, alternating patterns of his spongy, hot tongue over your clit until heat was pooling in your center and your walls were twitching around his fingers as he scissors you open, preparing you for his knot after he milked your cunt for all you could give him, needing to taste your sweet heat that he’d been craving as your release pushed closer and closer with each pass of his tongue, his teeth, his lips…

“Fuck Alpha,” you cried as your walls started to crumble around his fingers and you came harder than you had since the morning he’d left for the hunt.

Dean slowed his ministrations, lapping up all that you had to give him as your slick coated his fingers and his chin, moaning at the taste of what he’d been craving the most. The thick ring of his knot was already turning an angry shade of red and swelling slightly as he fucked himself into the mattress, and even in your orgasmic state, you shivered at the thought of your Alpha being that desperate for you. 

You were still twitching with aftershocks of your high when Dean’s full length slammed into your quivering cunt with one swift thrust, and his lips found yours in a passionate kiss as his tongue invaded your mouth and he swallowed down the your scream as he filled you to the brim with his cock, damn near splitting you open.

“Fuck Omega, I missed you,” he growled as he started to fuck you slowly, pulling out only far enough to create a slight amount of friction, but not enough to really give you the sustainable push and pull you were both craving. 

“I missed you too Alpha,” you whimper underneath him, the sheer weight of his body holding you in place as he drives his cock deeper, rutting himself inside you and putting pressure on your still sensitive clit. 

“So pretty when you come apart like that baby girl. Been dreaming of tasting you since I backed out of the garage and left you here,” he breathed out between a moan of his own that had your cunt squeezing his knot as he rutted himself harder into your center, not pulling out at all now, but keeping the connection between you so deep you were pretty sure the tip of his length was pressing into your womb.

“Please Alpha,” you beg him desperately, needing more of him, needing to feel him knot you, needing to feel his warm cum filling your pulsating cunt. Desperately needing that connection that only existed between an Alpha and his Omega.

“Please what Omega, what is it you want from Daddy,” he growls, licking and nipping at your claiming mark, causing you to arch your back off the bed and press your pebbled nipples against his broad and warm chest. 

“Fuck me Daddy, please. I need your knot Alpha,” you beg him, your legs shaking as you grind your hips against his, pushing his cock even deeper into your tight channel, making him snarl into your throat at the feeling. 

“What me to fuck you pretty Omega, Want Daddy to knot you, fill you full of his cum, fuck a pup into that pretty little cunt of yours,” Dean pressed, feeling your body trembling underneath him as he you tried desperately to grind on the cock that was buried inside of you. 

“Yes Daddy please!” you scream, caring if Sam heard you or not, all you needed was your Alpha’s knot, it was all you cared about, it was all you could think about it. The need for him consuming you like a raging fire under your skin.

You watched as the Alpha took his rightful place, and the last bit of Dean’s resolve broke. His hips snapped into you at a punishing pace, dragging his manhood in and out of your pussy with enough force to nearly fuck you clean onto the floor as he chased his release as well as yours. You could feel the thick ring of his knot starting to catch at your entrance with each thrust of his hips and you knew neither of you were going to last long before you were coming apart all over again. 

“Omega,” Dean groaned as he buried his face in your neck, lapping at your mating gland, while his free hand found its way to your clit. “Feels so good baby girl. I need you to come for Daddy, come on Daddy’s knot Omega.” 

With two more thrust of his hips into yours Dean’s knot popped as he rubbed your clit furiously, locking the two of you together as your walls greedily sucked him in deeper, and you came so hard around his knot that he roared above you, shaking into his own release and coating your insides with is seed. 

When you both had come down from you high Dean carefully rolled over onto his back, laying you on his chest as he waited for his knot to go down. The scent of his rut had calmed for now, but you knew it was just beginning, and it was only the calm before the storm. 

Dean’s chest rose and fell at a more steady pace as you nuzzled into his neck, breathing in as much of his scent as you could manage at a time. 

“I missed you Alpha,” you tell him, shivering and clenching around his knot that was still buried deep inside of you as his fingers trailed up and down your spine soothingly, causing a moan to fall from his pink, swollen lips and more cum to spill out into your heat. 

“Well, if I’m not too old, and we get a pup out of this rut since you stopped taking your birth control, then it’s the last one I’m going on anyway. I’m getting too old for it. Sam and the other hunters can keep things under control, and if I do go out it won't be often. It’s getting too hard to be away from my Omega, and every time I do it throws me into a rut.”

You look up at him hopefully, letting him capture your lips in a soft, more sensitive kiss than the one he’d shared with you moments ago. 

“Promise Alpha?” 

Dean chuckled and nuzzled into your hair, growling you playfully, causing you to giggle and sending a whole new wave of pleasure through your still conjoined bodies. 

“I promise little Omega. Daddy’s home for good.” 

And he meant it this time. It was time for his happy ending. The ending he deserved.

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