#tw. perversion

[iaminpainfr]

MD Trio, Fem! Reader, and her chest.

I'm sorry, this just came to mind.

In this Au, just pretend copper 9 actually has breathable air, and frozen food. And not every human has died yet, there just either out surviving or chilling.

I feel like this is more of a cuddling headcanon post but... Idk.

Warnings: ooc, and suggestive stuff. +Robot x Human, talks about boobs, Uzi, N, V are slightly closeted perverts, slight yandere talking about murder. (It's literally called murder drones.)

Uzi

So you were just chilling in Uzi's room right?

And then, it happened.

You felt a tight squeeze.

And it hurt.

the culprit was this devious little twerp.

And she KNOWS it hurts to squeeze hard too.

Little demon.

Covering your chest, Uzi cackled at this new discovery.

Maybe, this'll be the weakness to kill all humans!

But then you shut her down by telling her every human doesn't have chests like yours.

*cue sad face on her visor-* 😞

Oh, but she still does it to tease.

It's an instinct to cover your chest at this point when she's around.

But the good thing is, when she's not squeezing your chesticles she likes to lay on them.

But she would rather die than to even admit that.

With a small blush on her screen.

She may be little, but still heavy because she's literally a drone, which is metal and steel.

She'd tell you to shut up when you tease her.

Says the one who is literally suffocating in marshmallow hell.

But on purpose

Maybe if you could press them a bit more into her face

And you're also much taller, so she would also could just faceplant into them.

Which is heaven for her

What are you going to do with her...

She also wonders what they would look like without your shirt....

Or without the bra thingy what you humans call it

And no one would stop her, because they know you're essentially hers.

Right?

N

He has been with humans before.

But has never been that intimate with them.

Due to being mistreated, a lot.

But I think he's seen people rest there head on someone else's chest.

He would probably poke your chest, shyly asking to lay his head on them.

Would be a little too ecstatic if you said yes. 🤨

But would nod sadly, like a dog if you said no, but he does respect your boundaries.

Good boi.

He finds it comforting.

Since he's a murder drone, he's much heavier.

Not that he's literally crushing your chest, though.

Though he likes to bury his face deep into them as much as he can

N is curious.

He would like to feel them

Oh biscuits... He shouldn't be having these thoughts!

But what if...

He has a large yellow blush on his face, and you asked him what's wrong.

The blush only got brighter.

Though, you wouldn't probably mind, since he's the safest option here.

After all, Uzi is too rebellious and chaotic, V is scary.

The only safe option here is him, because he's nice, and cares about you. It's best to give him what he wants.

V

Would act like she wouldn't care.

Oh but then she's curious.

Would attempt to pop them like a balloon.

*Cue you hiding behind N* 😧

"Accidentally" fell face first into them.

She just wanted a nap, that's all, you wouldn't mind if she took one here right.

When no one's around, she'd cuddle up to them, often making comments.

"you smell nice today."

"I just killed a couple of drones."

Sometimes the comments are a little to risque.

Just straight up perverted comments.

"I wonder if I touched them a certain way they would react."

"You said that the human body reacts to certain parts right? So what if I- *gets shot by N*

But In all seriousness, she's a little more softer with you.

Only you

She doesn't really like sharing either.

She could cuddle your chest and you all day.

Anyone says otherwise, they're getting killed in cold blood.

After all, you're now her human body pillow.

[fraternum-momentum]

CW/TW: assault, implied dubcon, hierophilia.

In one panel a character is called 'my child'. 'My child' is only used as a term of endearment because one of the characters (Luciana) is older and is in a higher position, but all the characters in this are adults. Just letting everyone know before anyone says anything.

[planet-dusk]

🏷️ lee minho x fem!reader. cw ; stepbrother!minho, perv!minho, dubcon, yandere themes, degradation, name calling: slut, pet names: bunny ( 444 w. )

minors dni. for mature audiences only !

there's many things minho can't stand. nosy people, cheap beer, his middle-aged boss wasting his time with another pointless request. but the worst of them all? it's the one thought that threatens to consume him whole whenever he hears you slip out of the house, scantily clad in the tiniest fucking dress he's ever laid his eyes on: the thought of anyone else touching you, his pretty little sister. of anyone touching what's his.

it's all your fault anyway. you turned him into this, made him obsessed with every inch of you until he could no longer keep his hands to himself. he had to have you. just once.

just once turned into twice, twice turned into endless forevers. you're his and his only, he's made sure of that: fucks you stupid on his fat cock whenever he gets the chance, adorable pouty protests long since gone and replaced with the sweetest moans he's ever dreamed of.

he's got his teeth on your shoulder, bites down just hard enough to make you shudder. minho has to hold himself back from drawing blood, from claiming you for anyone to see, including your parents. ever the concerned older brother, he'll keep you safe forever like he's promised himself. even if you'll beg him to let you go. after all he's the one who taught you how to beg.

you're tight and wet around him, perfect fucking pussy sucking him in with every thrust. he loves watching your nose scrunch and your eyelids flutter whenever he hits the spot just right. after hours of practice your body has become as familiar to him as his own.

"i can't believe it was this easy." it shouldn't have been this easy. you stare up at him in confusion. his adorable, pretty, dumb little bunny.

minho shakes his head. "all i had to do was fuck you a couple times and you come running to me," he chuckles, "'t was only a matter of time."

you're not looking at him now, embarrassed gaze downcast and pointed somewhere at his chest. "like a fucking slut," he adds, and laughs when you shudder again.

"my sweet little bun." he nips at your earlobe and forces his cock deeper, knowing you're close. "there's no hiding from me. i know you better than anyone, you know that, right?"

you don't answer, and minho grabs your chin to force you to look at him. "i know you need this, it's okay. tell me how much you hate me. how much my touch disgusts you,"

"say it," he orders, and he thinks he might burst into flames when you don't hesitate.

"i'm yours, minho, all yours."

© planet-dusk do not copy, translate or repost my works.

[acheez]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 | perverted! gepard (panty stealing, exhibitionism, voyeur) groping, dubcon, and noncon

𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿! 𝗴𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗱 who spends the sleepovers at home and opens the bathroom door just enough to peek and see you having a shower.

𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿! 𝗴𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗱 who joins your trips with your friend, claiming that you need protection, ending with you two sharing a room. that way the accommodation is cheaper and you have time to 'catch up with each other' according to your friend

𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿! 𝗴𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗱 who steals your underwear from the laundry pile, touching himself when you're out, saying he can't hang out with you now, he has more important things to do… like smell you and cum all over your used panties

𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿! 𝗴𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗱 who catches you up in a way that takes you off guard. you enter your shared room to him jerking his cock off, legs spread over the bed and looking at you through half hooded eyes. a smirk appears on his face, lip twitching up as fast as you clench your legs.

𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿! 𝗴𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗱 that tells you it's okay, that is more normal than not and he will keep it a secret, coaxing you into sitting on his cock and ride him while his hands take your top off and his lips latch on your chest, leaving marks all over your tits and collarbones

𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿! 𝗴𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗱 who doesn't care if they find out, because it's not a criminal act to crave each other's touch and you're going to keep seeing each other, he's going to keep filling you to the brim with his cum, whether they know it or not

𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿! 𝗴𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗱 who enjoys going through the half-open door when his sister has a sleepover with you, lifting the sheets that so delicately hide your body from his view and rubbing his cock on your skin, moving you face up and putting his cock between your thighs, your legs clenching in your slumber, milking his cock dry. he would moan soft, but loud enough to wake only you up and catch that expression of pure surprise and forbidden disgust on your face from him, that suddenly changes when he moves your panties aside and takes you raw. not that you have the opportunity nor the place to complain as your bestfriend is sleeping peacefully right next to you

𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿! 𝗴𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗱 who, can't keep his hands to himself :( he has to feel you under his touch anytime he desires. he has no shame groping your body when he passes by you down the hall. he knows his sister can see what he's doing, but he can't stop nor help himself :( he has big hands and your tits are the perfect shape. also why would you wear those dresses if you werent looking for his attention? you help his perverted self to be set free and every time you bend over the kitchen counter and he catches a glimpse of your panties. Cant you see he has to rearrange his throbbing cock inside his now tight pants?

𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿! 𝗴𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗱 who has no problem in punishing you if you misbehave. why would you make your bestie angry? unless you were looking for it, for his big, manly hands to tie your wrists to the bed. he wont treat you bad tho :( gepard loves you, but you need to know you acted wrong and he has to fuck you even when you told him no countless times. it is your fault his sister is angry and now you are accumulating tears on your eyes and sobbing while he kisses your wet cheeks and moves his big hands across your body, sending shivers down your spine and making you wanna reach out to him but you can't :( cause you're too occupied cumming over his thigh and sobbing when his thumb draws circles over your clit.

𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 | thank you, @seraphofthesimps for beta

[widowshill]

My name is Victoria Winters. They whisper an old story again up in Collinsport, a tragedy rinsed and repeat: a husband that vanished from his bride, and a young woman interred up on the hill. If you ask the bridal-suite widow she will weave you a tale too fantastical to believe: she will tell you that the young man abandoned her into the past itself, into a former self, and another life. You’ll find that this is the closest thing to the truth for anyone looking for it, as even the sheriff –– try though he might to pin down yet another whiff of sin about the Collins estate ––  can unearth no trace of him. It is as if he never existed at all, even his name soaked in the oil of myth and packed away into aluminum. There are only the flowers over an old, old grave to tell; silent, knowing, nitrogen-glutted.

An au where instead of Jeff getting pulled back to the 18th century, Victoria kills him <3 Because you aren't really a Collins if your spouse doesn't disappear under mysterious circumstances and you have to cover up a killing or two! Second half of the comic text is from Black Sails XIV.

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Part two of the over sexualisation of women and girls

So I just finished another post where I said about the over sexualisation of women and young girls in the industry, it’s not just the industry is Instagram , TikTok and any other social media platforms where women feel they have to, themselves in sexual a sexual way being, that can feel powerful with the same time demeaning like I said, I mean let’s take a look here is Brooke Shields where her mother basically and other mothers of child female actors seem to pimp them out and use them, I’m back in the 70s it was even more rampant, it’s always been an issue. I like to put these pictures together to show you how it is., And I have followed people online who said that they used to be models when they were light in their teams and how the model modelling agencies would make them in such a way that would give a meaning of sexualisation. There was always an agenda to it was photographers as, as many photographers in the industry I’m talking about you Terry Richardson, creepy as hell.

Every day every day life too , odds of people girls as models in places like places like , any place in your area that the advertises jobs and things like that, and I would suggest any girl that sees an advert that wants to do it because many girls want to get into the modelling industry be very fucking carefulm there’s peopl stuff to you, or if you are going to do something like this make sure you take someone older with you is safe and will look after you, but we see all the time, even not with young girls, but not really young, you think of the supermodel Gia Carangi , who ended up becoming an addict first things like cocaine and pills, and then leading up to her and addiction which in the end killed her she ended up with, with HIV and aids and then dying with complications such as pneumonia.

So be very careful in this industry many girls also get eating disorders or have distorted body dysmorphia, or diction or all of the above,.

I want to talk about which was originally written by man called Vladimir which talked about a man who fell in love with a 13-year-old, he lived in the house. He was a writer who moved into the house of a mother and daughter., the film things from his perspective his prospect, Dolores a.k.a. Lolita under a water fountain, and the way he sexualised her she was just a young child reading a bookk but he, sexual and Mandy Smith who married Bill Wyman who put in this post because I thought the picture was very inappropriate with the see through top, and BROOKE CO Shields Playboy when she was 10 or 11 I mean who are these people and they not getting into trouble, EVEN THE CINEMATOGRAPHY IS VERY SEXUAL, GUARDIAN BUT IT IS THE WAY HE VIEWED HER AND HE SAW HER SO THEY SHOCKED IT IN DIFFERENT WAYS. THE ORIGINAL FILM WAS IN THE 1960S AND BOTH STANLEY KUBRICK, BECKHAM FILM WHICH SEEMS TO GET MORE TRACTION WAS DONE IN 1997. BUT THERE WERE DIFFERENT TYPES OF SEXUALISATION LIKE I SAID OF THE YOUNG GIRL TURNING INTO AN ADULT., THEN WOMEN WHO ARE IN THEIR 20S AND 30S WHO HAVE KNOWN NOTHING ELSE BUT BEING A MODEL OR A MOVIE STAR, OR A POPSTAR, SO THIS BECAME THE NORM TO THEM.

[suckmybearings]

And here we have two types of Pits-brewed brat, folks.

One is askin' to have a guiding servo secured around her neck and a sterner, more serious warning to be good whispered in her ear.

The other is askin' to get her hair fisted and head yanked back so she can look him in the fraggin' optic as she talks slag.

Holomatter form? No. Mass-Displacement Ring.

[katierosefun]

i’ll always have a weird relationship with religion and specifically christianity but the way i’ll always be at least a little glad that my parents brought me to church, solely because lil’ old me heard the pastor talk about how each and every story is about how humans long to go back to a home that they can never reach while they’re alive on this earth and maybe that did something to my brain. anyways humans are meant to tell stories and we all want to go home and we never know where that home is. if you even care

[oh-katsuki]

im afraid of this drabble im writing it is SOOOO perverse and strange i think. pet hybrids are one of those categories for me that unsettles me but also makes me insane bc... nanami being tempted by that.. OKAY!

[planet-dusk]

☆ making bad decisions for you ∘ b.c

chan fucked up, and now he's left to deal with the consequences. how does one find someone to help their sweet pup through her heat on such short notice? the first step: call jisung. the second step: stay on the straight path. he has this under control. at least that's what chan thinks, until you throw him a curve...

─── ☆ pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

─── ☆ length: 2.3k

─── ☆ warnings: puppy hybrid!reader, sub!reader, perv!chan, big dick chan, pillow humping, corruption, bondage, unprotected sex, breeding (like a lot), dirty talk, praise, pet names: baby, pup, puppy

─── ☆ note: 18+ minors dni. the characters don’t represent real idols; this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. fictional smut is not a reflection of real life ! always communicate with your partner and practice consensual and safe sex ‹33

© planet-dusk do not copy, translate or repost my works.

Chan’s in over his head.

He knew this day would come. He should’ve been prepared. But he’s been so busy lately, and he didn’t keep track of your cycle — fuck, if only he could physically beat himself up for being the world’s shittiest owner. 

And of course he can’t find the informational flyers anywhere, and he doesn’t trust the internet, the advice varying so wildly he isn’t sure what to believe. He could call the shelter, but he doesn’t want them to find out he messed up. What if they take you away from him? 

So he calls the only experienced person he can think of: Jisung. 

“I really don’t know what to do, Han, fuck! Please help…”

“Take a deep breath, it’ll be alright. It’s not your fault there’s a suppressant shortage. You sure you don’t want to…?” 

“I can’t, it’s… it’s wrong,” Chan feels the panic rising in his chest again. He takes another gulp of air to calm his shaky nerves. 

“Fine, okay, it was just a suggestion! No need to yell at me, lemme look into it. I'll find a stud for her and come over as soon as my shift’s done, okay? You try to stay calm in the meantime and do exactly as I've told you to. Can you do that?”

“I’m sorry, it’s - I’m a mess, I should’ve seen it coming, but thank you, Ji. Thank you. I owe you one.”

“No worries, bro. Good luck. Call me if you need any help.”

The call disconnects and Chan is left standing alone in the empty bathroom, his heart galloping in his chest. He failed you. But he needs to be there for you now. He's not proud of what he’s about to do, but you’ll understand. He has no other choice. When this is all over you’ll understand. Please, you have to…

“Please forgive me, Y/N,” he whispers and unlocks the door.

As soon as he steps out of the bathroom Chan’s thrown off balance by your body slamming into his. “Channie, sir, please,” you whimper, pressing yourself tighter against his side and wrapping your arms around his neck. Chan feels a blush rise to his cheeks and turns his head away, swallowing harshly. 

“Let’s go to your bedroom, pup.” 

You yelp excitedly and dart off, throwing yourself on the bed. Your tail wags against the sheets and Chan can’t help but smile. When he was a little kid he always thought he’d get a wolfdog hybrid, or a big husky, but then he saw you at the shelter: a little cream coloured mutt with soft ears and a fluffy tail, and he knew he had to bring you home. 

You’re watching him rummage through his nightstand, head cocked and ears pointed. “‘t hurts, Channie, please hurry,” you roll on your back and stay there, skirt sliding down your thighs and almost exposing your panties. Chan coughs. 

“I know, baby, Channie’s here to make it all better,” he mumbles and fishes a pair of padded handcuffs out of the drawer. “Just give me your hands, okay?”

You give him a puzzled look but comply, letting him attach the cuffs to the headboard. “I'm so sorry, puppy, I'm sorry,” he whispers, avoiding your eyes. 

Then he turns around and hurries out of the room, closing the door behind him with a soft but resolute thud. 

Your frustrated howls are loud enough to reach the living room and he flinches. Every noise you make pierces his soul and adds to the pool of guilt in his gut. He had to do it, Jisung told him so — keep her safe, tie her up somewhere, otherwise she might hurt herself. It’s for her best interest. 

Chan knows, but why does it hurt him so much? He checks his phone, looking for a distraction. Two hours left until Jisung’s shift is done. Surely he can find a stud before the end of the day, right? Jisung knows so many people. He said everything would be fine. Chan just has to relax and trust him.

He takes another deep breath and turns on the tv, mindlessly going through the channels. He checks his phone again. 5 minutes have passed. Time’s never felt this slow. 

Eventually he settles on a documentary about tiger hybrids. He almost succeeds in focusing on the (terrible but entertaining) storyline when he notices your howls have changed into softer, breathier sounds. They almost sound like… moans? Chan thinks. He feels his cock stir. He shifts on the couch and stares at the tv, but the screen is a blur and he doesn’t hear a word the voiceover says. 

The noises continue and Chan grows more restless. How…? He looks at his phone again. 90 minutes left. 

With growing curiosity, Chan’s feet lead him to your bedroom almost involuntarily. Your noises have grown softer, little moans and whimpers drifting through the door. With a quiet click he opens it and peeks his head around.

You’re sitting on the bed, awkwardly positioned with your hands still chained to the headboard. Somehow you’ve managed to maneuver one of the pillows between your spread knees. You’re grinding down on it, fluffy tail causing your skirt to ride up. From his position in the doorframe Chan catches a glimpse of your white panties hugging your ass. 

The noises you’re making range from whiny to plain frustrated, the friction not enough to satisfy you. When you bend over to try and find a better position, Chan sucks in a breath, cock swelling at the sight of your soaked panties. You’re so wet the gusset has become almost see through, clinging to the outline of your pussy. 

Chan shouldn’t be here. He should leave before you notice him, before it’s too late. He should go back to the living room, put on his headphones and wait for Jisung to arrive. Let him sort it out. Get you a handsome dog hybrid to help you through your heat. 

“Chan?” your voice is soft, halting his train of thought. “Please…” 

He’s not sure if it’s your broken plea or something else that compels him to move, but Chan steps into your room. Your tail starts to wag slowly and you drop to your elbows, presenting yourself to him. From this distance Chan can see the tantalizing curve where your thighs meet your ass, the spot he wants to lick and suck and tease…

“‘s okay, puppy, Channie’s here.” There’s still time to leave. But you’re looking back at him with your pretty eyes — how could he say no to his sweet pup? He wants to protect you. Keep you safe. Jisung and his stud be damned. 

“I’m so sorry I did this to you, Y/N. I panicked.”

His hand strokes your thigh and you sigh into his touch. “Don’t leave me again, Channie. Promise.”

Chan shakes his head. “It was a mistake, I promise, I’m here with you now pup. Let me help you.” 

You mewl when his fingers graze your clothed slit. “Sir, ‘s hurting, don’t make me wait any longer, need you to breed me now, please,” you trail off, grinding back against his hand. 

Normally Chan would take his time to explore your body, tease you until you’ve cum at least twice before he’d give you his cock. But he hears the urgency in your voice, your pained little whimpers as you tug at your restraints. 

And it’d be a lie to say he hasn’t fantasized about this before. Late at night in his own bedroom while he tried to muffle his moans, unsure of what your sensitive ears could pick up. 

Chan slides your panties down your thighs with shaky hands. Your pretty cunt’s all puffy and glossy with your slick and it drips down his fingers when he pushes two inside. 

Your reaction is instantaneous, a pleasant gasp as you arch your back for him. “Need more, need your cock, need it now,” you plead again. 

“You sure you can take it, puppy?”

Chan rolls his plush bottom lip between his teeth. He doesn’t want to hurt you. 

“‘Mmm don’t care, make it fit,” you pout and wag your tail for him, “Channie.”

He’ll never tire of hearing his name like this. A broken sound, filled with so much need it goes straight to his head. 

He chucks off his pants and his boxers, hard cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen. He slides the tip over your slit to wet it, holding your hips to keep you still. Then he sheathes himself in your dripping heat inch by inch, whispering soft praises into the air between you. 

“Just like that, puppy, don’t move. Gonna fill you up so good baby, let me take care of you.”

Chan knows he’s big, watches your pretty hole stretch to accommodate him. He groans at how wet and warm you feel. It’s even better than he imagined. When you shift forward on your knees he growls, “Where do you think you’re going, pup? I'm not even halfway in yet.”

He pushes in deeper, watches you arch your back even more. “Channie, so full,” you pant when he finally bottoms out, stilling for a moment to catch his breath. The sensation of your soft, velvety cunt around him is overwhelming all his senses. 

“Yeah? Is my puppy nice and full?”

“Wanted - wanted this for so long,” you say and his heart makes a little leap. He knows it’s just your heat-clouded mind talking, the hormones making you more susceptible to his presence. But there’s a small part of him that dares to hope you’re speaking the truth. 

“Yah - wanted my sir, my Channie,” you nod when he starts moving, holding tight onto the handcuff’s chain. He briefly considers removing them, but you don’t seem to mind being tied up like this, pushing back on his cock like the neediest little thing he’s ever seen.

My Channie.

“I want you too, Y/N,” he groans and you hum at the sound of your name. “Can’t stay away from you - my pretty baby… knew it from the day I brought you home.”

You’re moaning every time his hips meet yours, soft uh-uh-uh’s like music to his ears. Your pussy is gushing around his length, and Chan’s not sure how long he’s going to last if you keep clenching down on him like this.

“Fuck, puppy - you’re hugging my cock so tight,” he lands a playful smack on your ass, “want me to breed you that bad, huh? Want me to stuff you full with pups?”

He tilts your hips to reach even deeper, fat cock slamming into you with force. You’re slumping against the mattress and he hovers over your back to nip at your ear, eliciting another moan from you. The soft fur of your tail tickles his abs but Chan is too focused on the erratic pulsing of your walls around him. 

“Are you going to cum for me, baby? I can feel you’re close, just let go. I’ve got you. Channie’s got you. My good girl.”

You sob and he feels your release gush around him, fucking you through your high with renewed vigor. You’re a blabbering mess, unable to form words except for “Channie,” “please,” and “fuck.” 

“Did my puppy lose her tongue?” He grins. “Getting all dumb on my cock after one orgasm, and I haven’t even bred you yet, baby.”

“Please…need it,” you whisper into the sheets, “need you to cum inside, please, sir.”

Even with his weight pressing you into the bed you’re still angling your hips up more, and Chan buries his face into the crook of your neck. You smell so good, like vanilla and the heady scent of sex. “I always keep my promise, pup, I’m going to breed you so well you’ll feel it dripping out of you for the next three days.”

You turn your head just enough to catch his gaze, your eyes so glossy and fucked-out Chan loses all composure. He ruts into you one, two more times before ropes of thick cum paint your inner walls and tumble you headfirst into another orgasm. 

His thighs are shaking, your cunt milking him of every last drop until he’s a panting mess on top of you. For a moment the two of you lay still, breathing heavily, until Chan realizes you’re still chained to the bed. He pulls out and you mumble something when you feel his cum drip out of you, rubbing your thighs together. 

Chan unclasps the handcuffs and kisses your wrists, hugs you close and captures your lips with his own. They’re so soft, needy little sounds already escaping you again as you rut against his thigh. “Need more, Channie.” 

“Insatiable little thing,” he grins and traces your puffy cunt with his fingers. “Can’t get enough, can you?” 

He slips one finger in your sensitive hole just as the doorbell rings. You look up in surprise, eyes wide and ears darting in all directions. 

Chan kisses you again. “Ignore the bell, pup. I’m not going anywhere. Made a promise, remember? Need to breed you nice and round. Maybe make you beg a little more for it,” he chuckles, “let me see how needy you can really get.” 

You’re grinding down on his thigh now and Chan doesn’t care how long he has to stay here with you, he’ll give you whatever you want. He’ll spend days holed up inside your nest if he has to. 

You grab his shirt and pull him closer, and the blaring sound of his ringtone rips him out of his reverie. 

He rolls over with a groan and hits the green button, cutting off Jisung’s voice. “It’s already taken care of, Ji. Thank you.”

“Wha —? You sly dog!”

Chan throws his phone into a corner and rolls you onto your back, slotting himself between your thighs with a smile. “Don’t worry, pup. I won’t let anyone else touch you ever again.”

© planet-dusk do not copy, translate or repost my works.

[the-tenth-arcanum]

gratuitous rape scene for shock value. groundbreaking.

[yourlovingfng]

Lust.

how does it feel to obsess over a man?

tiring,

draining,

stalking and guessing his location up doesn't give you that kick anymore,

an army man is hard to track down

and in war time even more

he doesn't love you, but that doesn't mean you can't lust over the shit he sends you,

photo by photo,

voice messages,

texts,

the teasing doesn't stop as the tension between the two of you increases more and more, creating a cocoon of lust and love where the warmth in your chest expands to your whole body

it's overwhelming knowing what you'll do if you two met

two opposites that match up like a key to a lock

the unexpected right key

but there's a twist to this, since you're not the only one playing this game, as he is doing the same thing better than you,

watching every move of yours,

will you two grasp that warmth or will you make it cold?

the possibility of so rot your brain, he is like a drug

one you cannot stand to not take each time

one that you can't help but love nonetheless, even if he doesn't still.

you'll let time be your guest and pray to whatever deity there's up there

[punkhandheldcheesegrater]

Why are conservatives so bad at fonts

like damn, at least look fun and appealing while calling me slurs and petitioning to deport my family

[novy2sirius]

THE VENUS DEGREES

based on numerology

ෆ tw: trauma, food/eating

ෆ this is based on the numerical meanings (numerology) of these numbers not degree theory

ෆ the whole chart matters. take this with a grain of salt

VENUS AT 1°/10°/19°/28°: people with these venus degrees will be attracted to/date people that have more dominant and masculine energy. their beauty will be similar to aries beauty. defined features, thick brows, an intimidating stare, etc. these people can sometimes struggle with relationships and attract lots of conflict in their relationships or people that. these degrees can be good for wealth (especially 28°)

VENUS AT 2°: people with these venus degrees will be attracted to/date people that are more feminine or less aggressive. their beauty is very feminine and they often have beautiful body’s. they tend to have softer features rather than sharp ones. these people often end up marrying their soulmate. this is a great degree to have your venus at when it comes to romance and beauty. sometimes this can manifest as someone being a hoe

VENUS AT 3°/12°/21°: people with these venus degrees are attracted to/date people that are funny, outgoing, and that have a fun child-like energy to them. these people tend to have a youthful beauty and possibly a baby face. a lot also have bunny teeth. this degree is great for romance when it comes to communicating, but can indicate being cheated on a lot or being with people who lack responsibility before getting married and finding someone good for you

VENUS AT 4°/13°: people with these venus degrees are attracted to/date hard working people that can be stable on their own and don’t need to rely on anyone else for anything. they will not be with someone who brings a ton of chaos into their life long term. when it comes to their career they’re huge workhorses and actually enjoy working or usually have careers that they really love. these degrees in your venus are major wealth indicators as well

VENUS AT 5°/14°/23°: people with these venus degrees are attracted to people/date people that are on the more attractive side physically. they want someone who makes them feel like a free spirit and wants to travel the world with them and just go on lots of adventures and have fun. if someone tries to tie them down too much or rush into commitment it will be a huge turn off for them. physically these people tend to be very attractive to society. these people tend to be great entertainers as well

VENUS AT 6°/15°/24°: people with these venus degrees are often attracted to/date people that are homebody’s and want to chill with them all the time. they like people who are very caring, nurturing, and should ideally be with someone more family oriented. these people are really good in bed and know how to please their sexual partners. random, but these people tend to really love food and animals too. at times these people can struggle to find someone because they’re at home too much

VENUS AT 7°/16°/25°: people with these venus degrees are often attracted to/date intelligent people. you have to have something special about you for these people to like you. they are very picky. sometimes people with these degrees in their venus can be players since one of 7’s challenging traits is “falling weak to perversions”. physically these people tend to have glow ups when they’re older and don’t peak when they’re younger/in school. these degrees can be the hardest to have your venus in since 7 is a very challenging number for love in numerology. at very worst these degrees in your venus could indicate divorce occurring at least twice, but not that you’ll never be happy with your love life

VENUS AT 8°/17°/26°: people with these venus degrees are often attracted to people/date people that are powerful and confident. at times these people can be a bit controlling in relationships, but they are usually only this way because of past traumas. physically these people tend to be very beautiful unless they have a lot of unresolved negative karma which can show up in their appearance (especially with these degrees in venus). these people will experience lots of karmic lessons (more so than most) surrounding romance and may have a more challenging love life than most. they tend to end up in a happy marriage as long as they’re good people and don’t cheat

VENUS AT 0°/9°/18°/27°: people with these venus degrees are often attracted to people/date people that are introverted/shy, compassionate, charming, intelligent, and very attractive. they themselves also tend to very attractive to society. these people can make great models and become beauty symbols. they may have a challenging love life though (especially 27° venus’). a challenge these people often face in relationships is that they struggle to let go of grudges and can be dramatic at times. at worst because of their adaptive persona they will stay with people who aren’t good for them because they’re comfortable. career wise these people can become very famous though and are very artistically talented

VENUS AT 11°/20°/29°: people with these venus degrees are attracted to/date people that are emotional, intuitive, charismatic, athletic, or masculine. these people can make a lot of money from things related to expressing emotions such as acting or from their athletic abilities. besides 2° these are the best degrees you can have your venus at for romance and this indicates having a happy marriage

VENUS AT 22°: people with these venus degrees are very attracted to/date wise, confident, powerful, and hardworking people. they tend to come off as very old souls and also may date older souls too. spiritually these people are amazing manifestors and have the ability to manifest lots of material wealth in this life. random, but these people can make lots of money from being any type of builder (examples: body builder, architect, etc)

comment your venus degree and what content you want to see next!!

[blkkizzat]

❛ IN YO PU$$Y TONGUE TWISTIN' LIKE ITS STIR FRY!❜

✰summary: don't ask toji to make you dinner if you aren't ready to be dinner ✰tw: nasty, filthy, insane pussy eating like its groceries. literal groceries cause there's lots of food/cooking sex references lmfao. ✰wc: <1k [no taglist under 1k]

Toji who you sass, telling him to be useful for once and "make you dinner." Unfortunately for you, Toji takes it quite literally as he makes you HIS dinner.

Without any warning you are manhandled down to the couch. Your brand new pink frilly panties utterly trashed, ripped off of you and discarded like a flimsy plastic wrap. Toji kneads open your doughy thighs, ordering you to hold your knees so that you are spread wide for him.

Succumbing to his more debased urges, your coochie would be his 'kitchen' for the next 2 hours. It was obvious from the perverse way his lips smacked together, sucking his teeth at the sight of your succulent cunt—he couldn't wait to serve you up on a platter.

Digging in, Toji wastes no time with prep work. 

Unabashedly feasting in your savory folds as if he were a gourmet who had just been presented with a 10-course 3-star michelin meal. Toji's filthy mouth proves to be such a needy glutton for your pretty pussy—slurping, suckling and nibbling at your sensitive lil’ clit until you’re sobbing. You clench and twitch around his tongue which seems to be on a mission to completely sear your insides, reducing your to legs to gelatinous goo. 

All the heat Toji boils in your core spreads to your entire body and your hands grow slippery with sweat. You shake as you struggle to maintain hold of your knees. Yet the scalding look Toji gives you makes you think twice before you let go of them—lest chef Toji say the dish is ruined and he needs to start all over again. 

“Chef knows best” Toji tells you, along with his specialty cuisine style of "making it nasty", so of course he must braise your swollen throbbing clit in globs of his spit. His tongue bastes over your sopping folds as he scoops the marinated mixture—crafted of his saliva and the syrupy juices of your ripened cunt—back into your steamy quivering hole. 

At the very least you were grateful that despite the embarrassment flaming on your tear-stained cheeks, the amount of carnal pleasure coursing through your body sent your mind into euphoric delirium. Your eyes spared you from the sight of Toji's shameless display of ravenous hunger by becoming lodged into the back of your skull.

Nevertheless, you didn’t need to see to tell that Toji is a messy cook. Some of your rich milky sauce is sure to dribble down to the crack of your ass as his lecherous ministrations cause you to overflow. Not to worry though—when it comes to relishing your perfect pussy, Toji ultimately keeps a tidy kitchen and he is certainly not wasteful. 

Toji will dutifully clean up any mess, unlike your actual kitchen where he never washes a dish. Likewise, although when you try to get him to eat healthier and he refuses his greens—Toji will never hesitate to toss your salad. Stirring his tongue deep into your puckered hole he savors the taste while three of his thick fingers bully into your tight lil’ pussy, blending you up until you pureed all over his fingers.

The intensity of your lustful moans rival that of the vulgar sounds sloshing from your core and echoing throughout the living room. Both sounds Toji finds himself developing an insatiable hunger for and it spurs on his near relentless teasing of you. 

Duplicitous in his positively feral pussy drunk state, he reasons with you that "a chef never reveals his secrets".

Therefore you are never certain upon reaching the peak of your next mind-mincing orgasm if he will serve you utterly delectable release—the sweet nectar of your squirt garnishing his lips resulting in Toji to nearly busting in his own pants from rutting against the sofa—

—or if he will cruelly snatch it away from you again as you teeter right on the edge of rapture. When he does this there is certainly a twinkle in his eyes as he mocks you, "but you weren't quite done simmering just yet, mamas."

Absolutely overdone and oversensitive, if the torture of him stewing your insides becomes too much—If you really whine and tell him you've had enough—to his credit Toji would stop. Stop and hover mere centimeters away from your leaky lil’ peach that is. 

You would whimper, so sore from the abuse of his tongue as his own eyes would roll back at the sugary smell of your arousal wafting off your messed up lil cunny. Toji knows at this point you are too fucked out—too thoroughly made well-done on his tongue to escape from his gluttonous depravity. 

Sloppy and glazed in your cum, the scar on Toji's lip glistens as it pulls into a devious smirk. Huffing out, Toji would softly breeze air over your puffy clit until your lil nub throbbed with enough need to beg for another course. 

Toji would oblige you of course. 

Nonetheless, as punishment for disturbing the chef while he’s cooking, you would have to wait a bit more before you felt his mouth on you again. Only blowing over your sex, your desperate pleas are only met with cruel chuckles chiding you that he needed to "let his food cool properly" before he could eat the next serving.

In the end, Toji's hard efforts in your kitchen are rewarded as he thoroughly consumes every last morsel you have to offer, cleaning up every lingering string of your arousal. With his wanton thirst for your creamy caramelized cunt finally quenched he brings himself up to admire your cute slutted out pout. 

You gasp as Toji’s lips meet yours in a fiery kiss. His tongue is just chaotic, dominating your mouth as if he were still craving the taste of your core.

You're dizzy for air when Toji finally pulls away. Still coming down from your blissed out state you fail to notice Toji had switched your positions. You are now on the floor between his legs while he sits on the couch.

His beefy thighs manspread wide as his girthy length springs from his dark sweats. The angry red tip of his cockhead sways back to hit his abs thickly coated in what must be his own fluids from at some point cumming in his pants just from eating you out.

Reaching out to grab your chin his thumb rubs over your lips in a gentle caress before bullying them open. You were going to roast his cock in that warm n’ tight throaty lil oven of yours.

It was your turn to make him dinner.

✰ ©blkkizzat 2024. do not steal works or gfx, do not translate.

✰a/n: y'all idk im hungry, on my period and i clearly got demons. that's all the defense i got so y'all can lock me away for this now. *runs away* p.s.plug!choso lovers this is not a fic, its a drabble i promise i literally wrote this in tumblr drafts don't kill me LOL

✰reblog & comments are my life's blood. ty!

[konigsblog]

Doctor!König, who impregnates women with his own sperm. 🩺🍼

TW/CW: NON-CONSENSUAL THEMES. MDNI 18+

He's always wanted a large and loving family he can call his own. An escape from the harsh and degrading insults thrown into his face by attractive women who shame and reject him for her perversity. He just wants to feel adored and cared for.

The only problem preventing him from settling down with the love of his life and starting a family is his unsightly appearance and awful attempts at "flirting" that are actually just him making women uncomfortable with his touchiness and his nonstop, freakish compliments. You can ignore his "kind" words, but he won't get the hint. Maybe, take him to the bedroom? He'll leave you alone once he gets rid of his raging boner. Maybe.

He wants you to remember his exact words, to stand out from the rest of the perverts catcalling you. He'll compliment something nobody else has, something you haven't noticed. He'll compliment your lifestyle, your apartment, your relationship with your family. Watching the colour run from your mortified face is always exciting for someone like König.

Being a gynecologist is an excuse for him to be touchy feely with his patients, an outlet for all that sexual frustration built up inside of him, growing uncontrollably each day with no one to help relieve him. While you're drugged out, he just won't be able to help himself, you'll feel his touch on your skin for days but won't be able to remember a thing. It's for the better.

When you mention to König at the fertility clinic about your desire to get pregnant despite being unable to, he'll make gross comments about letting him do it. Although, he's not kidding, evident by his flushed cheeks and the way he stumbles over his words when you don't take it as he anticipated you would. Your husband can't impregnate you? You know, in König's family, twins and triplets are common... Just saying!

You might see some uncanny and frightening resemblances between your babies and your doctor.