And RIGHT!!!!! And u know it!!!!! Werewolf umemiya is the leader of his pack obvi…… ur just some pretty human who gets a flat at the wrong place at the wrong time on your way through their territory……..
And maybe if he hadn’t been on the verge of his rut it would have been different; maybe if you hadn’t been soaked through from the rain when you stopped by that coffee shop for directions, or if you had the sense to refuse the stranger who offered his help despite his warm eyes and soothing smile, or if you’d given up on your planned camping trip to go back home, you wouldn’t be where you are.
But fate is a cruel mistress.
He’d offered you the jacket off his back when he first met you. It’s warm, large, smells distinctly masculine; though you attempted once and then twice to refuse, he did not take no for an answer. And so you sat at the bar with a strange man’s jacket over your shoulders and heat building up in your cheeks, and left town the following morning with it shoved into the corner of your bag, not quite sure why you felt such an urge to squirrel it away...
And even now, months later, it brings a sick sense of comfort. A reminder of when you thought that kind-eyed man was nothing more, instead of the beast that has now claimed you.
He doesn't play coy with you anymore. You know what he is. That doesn't stop you from running—one day, you think, maybe you'll get lucky. Maybe he'll move on, fixate on some other poor soul who stumbles into his territory, and you'll make your way back to the city and your job and your tiny apartment, no longer the captive consort of some wolf chief.
(Something deep within you knows that won't happen. It's the same thing that perks up when Umemiya comes home in the evenings, that still melts at the scent of that big, thick jacket you pretend he doesn't know you still have. Some carnal, long-hidden part of you that preens at his attention.)
He swears you're the prettiest thing he's ever laid eyes on; calls you sweetness and beautiful and his perfect mate, even as you thrash against his hold and claw at his arms until you leave streaks of red. He'll kiss you like a lover, like neither of you has any need for air, and when you finally manage to shove him away he'll nose at your neck, nip and suck at the tender skin beneath your jaw and pull you close. Hours can be spent like this, held on his lap as he litters your skin with marks.
The only thing he enjoys more is between your legs.
That very first night he'd taken you on the forest floor. You will always remember stirring from your slumber, the full moon shining between trees, illuminating the hulking shoulders and the mussed platinum hair, and the sight of his face glistening as brightly as his eyes when he lifted his head from your core to see you fully.
His hunger for that, specifically, has only grown stronger. If you're lucky he'll bother with build-up, kissing you long enough to make you pliant before beginning a descent. The closer it gets to another full moon, however, the less he bothers with the preamble—until all you get is a sweet peck to your nape before he's pressing you up against the back of the couch and dropping to his knees to shove his tongue into you.
The end, though, is nearly always the same. After he's wrung as many orgasms from your body as possible, rendered limp and breathless in his arms, he holds you; dotes on you, whispers sweet confessions and professions of devotion, presses sticky kisses to your brow before peeling himself from you to get a glass of water.
And that ever-growing piece of you in the pit of your stomach swells with the praise.
sooooo is Dan Heng seeing his dream self rail you, you think? or is he watching you solo and you see him, thinking he’s part of the dream and needs him to come touch you? 👁️
(reference to this post!! also it was not my plan to write a drabble but it happened 😔 cw voyeurism, breeding, dragon fucking, gn afab reader)
hi beloved 🫶 forgive me if these are mild spoilers for the dreampeek calls, but they're actually audio-only! I'm not sure if you've done them but it's a literal phone booth that will allow you to listen to randomly chosen acquaintances' dreams if they happen to be asleep. so dan heng is calling, not sure who he'll hear—maybe pompom dreaming about penacony dishes, or jing yuan dreaming about matters on the luofu, etc. but instead the call connects and he hears... a very familiar moan.
he doesn't entirely register what he's listening to at first. the rhythmic creak of a bedframe, the slap of skin against skin, your voice calling for him—gege, please, please—all overlaid with the distinctive and obscene noise your pussy makes when it's dripping all over his cock. I missed you so much, you keep panting, I tried using my fingers while you were gone, gege—but it just—it just didn't feel—ah...
your voice clips off into a whine. dan heng recognizes it: the one you make when he presses a hand against your abdomen while seated deep inside you, forcing your g-spot against his cock. he can practically hear your tears in your overwhelmed voice. wait, wait, you whimper, if you do that, if you keep going—
your voice cuts off into a gasp this time. a million scenes fill dan heng's head: is he grinding his hips against yours, pressing himself tight against your walls? is he playing with your swollen clit? did he throw your legs over his shoulders, put his cock so deep inside you that you can hardly breathe? you love all of those things—you've said it yourself, clawing at his back and begging for him—so he isn't sure what you'd be dreaming about.
you'll what? his dream self asks. in reality, dan heng almost jolts, hearing himself over the phone.
I—I'll cum, you reply, voice small.
he hums. already? he asks, and he's more surprised than he is mocking, but the noise you make in reply still sounds a little embarrassed. go ahead, then, he says. you'll need to be relaxed anyway, if you want both of them inside you for the rest of the night.
th-the rest of the night? you whimper, sounding overwhelmed, but not displeased.
of course, he says. how else am I going to breed you?
dan heng's mind goes blank at the exact moment the call drops off. he's never said that to you before—never known that you wanted him to say that, let alone do that to you—and the way this new information is making his cock throb is distracting him from the cheerful voice of the dreampeek platform.
"your acquaintance's dream has now ended," the program announces. "we hope you enjoyed your experience today. would you like to make another call?"
"no thank you," dan heng replies immediately. "I have somewhere else to be."
Yeeee revolted heifer, rebellious heifer, running away from your farm life because you were tired of the same old routine. You separate from the herd and happily play in the forest- until you trip and land face first on a doughy chest, and one look up has you under Minotaur Bakugou’s harsh glare, hot air snorted on your face.
“Not fond of trespassers, heifer. Run along back to your shitty farm before I deal with you my way.”
You’re shivering like a leaf, absolutely terrified and your quivering lips to utter the small, shaky breath of “make me”, because you were your farm’s troublemaker heifer.
Minotaur Bakugou’s eyes momentarily go wide before he grins. He loves humbling cute troublemakers.
And that’s how bent over against a tree, one hand gripping your hip and the other tight on the base of your tail, hauling you back slap on his hips, fat and bulging cock burying itself deep in you over and over and over, bumping on your puckered cervix, frying your brain and making you drool down your chin. Minotaur Bakugou dragged you back roughly and flushed you to the hilt, popped his knot into you and you squealed to the sky, eyes knocking to the back of your head. He just breathlessly laughs at squirting down his balls and legs, tilts your chin up so he can marvel at the way your lashes flutter over crossed eyes.
“Fine, don’t wanna go home? Then let’s fix that attitude with a cute little calf in your tummy.”
You end up flopped on the floor as a twitchy, fucked out mess, tummy bloated and ass up in the air with fat blobs of cum still squirting down on the grass. Minotaur Bakugou petted down your spine, into the curls of your hair to make you giggle dumbly as he scratch behind one floppy ear, curled above you as he titled you hips into a better angle to mount you- and promised, through condescending coos and hushes, that “he’s not done with you yet.”
Summary: Rammot never had the chance to have something for himself, but after finding you and your sick liking for pain, he's sure he just found his match.
Rammot kills all of his prey. Right away or not, there was no reason to spare a human unless it was to prolong the excitement he’d feel from killing them. He fully expected you to be an easy target. You lived isolated from the rest of civilization right outside the hunting grounds for ants.
What he didn't expect was for you to get on your knees and offer… something different from the rest. Needless to say, he was intrigued. What ways could he torture you in this way?
His love for seeing the pain in his victims eyes was almost better than the feeling of killing them. You, however, were very proof that pain looked better on prettier faces.
At first he was going to kill you off after using you, but the way you looked while holding back tears trying to fit his large cock in your mouth… the way your whines vibrated against him and the way your swollen cheeks looked after he abused them… you made it hard to get rid of you.
Which is what led him here today. Why did you never move? He didn't need to question you why and you never wanted to admit your reasoning to yourself.
There was no schedule. He’d just show up at your home every so often...though it seemed to be mostly when he became frustrated nowadays. When killing no longer brought excitement, he’d go to you.
The whole situation with the king and squads was way too complicated at that point because of the queen's death. Many of the leaders left the original nest to start their own or went to serve the king. Despite many changes happening within the nest, his position in power never really changed much, and that was the frustrating part.
Don't get him wrong, he loved serving the king. Afterall, that is what he was meant for. But damn… he never really had anything he could call his own. He fantasized about owning his own nest and being above the rest and finally being able to call something his own… but he knew better.
“Can we try something different today?” you asked. He was already getting ready for the usual routine of him laying on the bed with on your knees letting him use you as he pleased. What was this something new you wanted to try? He knew you knew he’d kill you at any moment you tried anything sketchy so unless you had come up with a secret plan, it wasn't revenge. Most likely sexual.
“Eh…” His pride was too high to admit that you were the only human he had sexual relations with. He had no clue on what to do with himself. The only thing he knew how to do was shove it down your throat. He didn't answer but he was still hesitant.
You could tell he didn't have a clue as to what you were hinting at so you got onto the bed and undressed yourself before gesturing for him to lean against the bed frame at the end of your bed. He was able to get the hint then. He’s spied on some humans in the act and even seen a couple of ants do so… he’s just never done so himself. He had only mouth fucked you so he had no clue on what to do. He reluctantly let you mount him.
You lined yourself up with him before slowly easing down and… fuck you felt so good. Your warm walls squeezing around his tip felt better than your tongue could ever do. And he didn't miss the hiss in your voice. Did stuffing his cock in your pussy really get that noise from you?
“Fffuck~ why didnt you suggest this earlier.” he breathlessly said out loud to himself. You didn't answer him. Not because you didn't hear him but because you couldn't… you were determined to fit all of him.
You continued to lower yourself slowly. The only thing keeping him from slamming you down and fucking you until he cums right then and there was the look you had. You were obviously in over your head and didn't realize how big he was until you were being filled with him. Watching you whine while deepthroating him was one thing… but the view he had now was so much better. The way your eyes would roll back anytime you reached a new length, the way you would
You had so much concentration in your eyes, focusing on trying to bottom out with him while convincing yourself not to give up.
The stretch he was giving you was almost too painful but you liked it this way. You were used to him stretching you out in other ways. You would never tell him, but you had been planning to do this since the last time he visited. You wanted to feel him in other ways so a pain like this was more so pleasurable, rewardable even.
However, the more you were able to fit, the more he became impatient. He wanted to savor this moment and watch as your face twisted in that weird mix of pain and pleasure but you were practically teasing him at this point. He knew but this starting and stopping act was gonna make him cum before you could even feel all of you. With each pause you had, he could feel your cunt squeezing around him in an attempt to adjust. It was all getting too much… a little push from him would hurt right?
Rammot started off slow, only gently rocking into you at the same rhythm as you. You could tell he was getting impatient so you attempted to pick up the pace a bit for him. As you did so, he held a deadly grip on your thighs; to the point that it would for sure leave bruises. You knew that was purposeful considering his sadistic tendencies and to be honest, that alone was enough to get some extra escaped moans from you.
You were getting so close to being able to fit all him and you could feel your orgasm slowly arriving. You held onto his shoulders while resting your head on his chest as you watched yourself work yourself down.
Rammot did not like this.
He liked staring at the sick pleasure in your eyes. He liked watching the way you bit your lip when you were obviously trying to hide your moans from him and he wanted to see your reaction for what he was going to do.
He grabbed your chin and forced your head up so that you were looking straight at him. “I don’t feel like waiting anymore.” he told you before letting go of thighs to grab you just above the waist. You watched as a twisted grin spread across his face right before he thrusted up, forcing the rest of himself inside you.
He wanted to throw some cool lines in afterwards but with the way your cunt was gripping him, the way he could feel your heavy breathing on your neck, and the way you had thrown yourself against his chest for some extra grip… he couldn't think straight. You were truly dangerous for him with your reactions. He was pretty sure he caught an addiction to you right there.
He didn't even wait for the say so from you. He just went straight into fucking you.
As much as you liked to hide it… there was one thing Rammot learned pretty quickly about you. You liked the way he used you. You liked the way he would force his dick down your throat, you liked the way he’d grab your hair as he fucked your tongue and you loved the way he took over your pace for a much rougher one of his liking. You were as sick as he was. The rougher his thrust went, the louder you got. His tip was touching all the right spots and you couldn't get enough.
He was attempting to savor the moment but the way your gummy walls were gripping him now was just too much. He wrapped his wings around you before pinning your back to the bed, bucking your lower half upwards, before fucking you at a much rougher, faster pace. His goal changed from watching your reaction to getting himself to cum inside you as fast as he could. The room was filled with uneven sloppy slaps of him using and fucking you wet cunt.
You were getting so close; the heat from him above you, the unsteady breathing coming from the both of you, the way he could reach deeper inside you from this position…your mind was going into overdrive with how good you felt. You completely forgot how much you were struggling beforehand.
“I-i’m going to--!!” you were seeing stars before you could even finish your sentence.
Rammot kept up with his pace even after you reached your orgasm, causing your pour hole to feel overstimulated. He continued doing so until he reached his end and had cum inside of you, mixes of both of your arousals overflowing around his dick.
You let go of the grip you didn't even know you had on him to allow him to get up. He sat up to admire the aftermath. The bruises on your thighs from his nails were starting to become more visible. Your fucked out face alone was almost enough for him to become hard again.
And he always loved the evidence of pain he’s put on others but, though small, he was starting to feel some marks on his back that he’s confident was from you. In both of your lustful states, neither of you realized the grip you had on him that led to a small sting. Maybe he’d let you give him so more of those next time.
He was pretty sure he was going to explode with pride.
Being so low on the hierarchy, he was used to having nothing for himself. Of course he loved serving the king and he understood his only life purpose was to serve for him… but when he was holding you in his arms, it made him strangely excited.
Looking at the marks on your thighs he caused and feeling the afterburn of the marks you left around his back and neck, those were all from you. His toy.
For once, something was his and he wasn't going to share.
Yeah u knew what I was thinking about the whole time KSNFKSNFKSN but like…….. listen. Dragon capitano who was so polite and patient and courted you properly and left u food and trinkets and other little gifts and watched u accept them all!!! He thought he was moving too fast really but clearly you’re receptive even before he’s come out of the shadows to introduce himself!!!! So he does not understand why u won’t stop wailing and thrashing after he snatched you up to bring you to the old castle where he keeps his hoard :( really, you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep flailing like that.
He figures out a surefire way to tire you out when you get too fussy tho—even if you don’t seem to understand his attempts at soothing you, it’s easy enough to get you quiet after a few hours with his tongue up your cunt.
as someone with a pair of fancy variety goldfish (fantail ryukin hybrids) they do indeed have a breeding season of sorts brought on when it gets warmer. It would probably be more elegant looking if my goldfish Patches was less clumsy, poor girl just gets bopped around like a beachball to drop her eggs. Definitely fish out there with nicer mating rituals. Like bettas, they make bubble nests and have mating displays. I.. am not actually entirely sure why we're talking about about fish courtship. I may have lost the plot somewhere. Forgive me, mao.
I HAD NO IDEA FISH HAD MATING RITUALS?????? the bubble nest is so cute. now I'm imagining rafayel buying you a beautiful condo before ******* *** ** ** when breeding season rolls around 😔
and for context, the purple haired dude in lads is some kind of sea creature (I haven't gotten there in the game so I'm not sure what, but everyone jokingly calls him a fish lol). there is nothing to forgive. I should have expected that someone would tell me fish mating information at some point 💀
