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Triple drabble for battleship 2026, Ren/Martyn, werewolf sex, breeding kink (look, so unusual! i've never written anything like this! /sarcasm)

Ren whines and presses his muzzled head against Martyn’s neck, clearly wanting to bite and hold him down. Too bad he can’t, poor puppy.

“You need to breed me so bad it makes you stupid,” Martyn laughs.

He loves full moons, they always make his king delightfully easy. Usually, Ren can be so domineering and royal, but every time he transforms, he is just a good dog. At least for Martyn, others are not so lucky.

Ren’s cock pushes deeper, but as soon as Martyn feels the knot against his asshole, he tugs on the leash connected to a prong collar. The giant werewolf above him shivers, but stops.

“What do you think you are doing, pup?”

Ren whines again, more desperate, and makes a small movement with his hips. Martyn smirks, even though he can barely keep himself from pushing back. That’s not what his king needs from him.

“Do you want to knot me? Then ask, puppy. You can do that much, can’t you?” Martyn lets his voice go syrupy and cruel.

Ren tries, but the sound is garbled — he can’t really talk in this form, much less with his jaws restricted. Martyn grinds back, just enough to tease; the muscles in his thighs threaten to cramp with the effort of holding back.

“Can’t hear you, milord.” He pulls the leash, making Ren tense and sink his claws into the mattress. He whimpers, loud and pathetic. Martyn is glad he can’t see Ren's face right now — the puppy eyes must be irresistible. His king produces the entire song of a kicked, abandoned hound.

“Pathetic. But if you need it so much, you can knot me. Go on, be a good dog, fuck a litter into your Hand.”

Martyn comes as soon as Ren's fat hot knot pops inside.

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Ok, so I got possessed by something and wrote this in, like, 3 days, from the initial idea to the final edit. My head hurts. Help.

Wolves and puppies of Oakhurst

"What if I hurt you?"  Cleo's laugh is low and rich. "Darling, I'm a vampire. I'll survive!” "But- " "No buts. If you become aggressive, I'll subdue you. If you go hunting, I'll make sure you hunt appropriate prey. If you need to be locked in a room for a night, we'll lock you in a room."  Cleo's fingers move from Pearl's ear to her hair, combing through the tangled fur. Pearl wants to believe it. She does believe it, in the rational part of her mind that isn't currently imagining every possible disaster. But… "What if I attack Oscar?" "Then Oscar will bite your little sensitive nose and you’ll learn a very valuable lesson about cats.” "What if- " "Pearl." Cleo's voice is exasperated. "Maybe we should put you on a leash. Get you a nice muzzle. Maybe this will calm you down."

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so about that hairbrush

moonrot! spanking! no smut though, just kink. ( i need to calm down, but vsmp is on the brain)

“Come here.” Cleo pats their own lap. “Bend over.” Pearl frowns, fidgeting with the collar, but doesn’t try to stall anymore. She sights, and steps out of her dress, glancing at Cleo with big puppy eyes. They swear, if the moon was in the right phase, she'd tuck her cute little tail between her legs or something. She’s such a pup, honestly, even when she is, well, not.

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A moonrot battleship fic! Very fluffy, Cleo lies back and Pearl does whatever she wants:))

They got their happy ending, but they didn't get it without paying the price. Sometimes, both of them are happy and what happened before doesn’t matter. Sometimes it does.

Cleo kisses Pearl, presses her closer. Pearl can feel when it's one of those times. She can almost smell, even though that sounds ridiculous. It's a new moon! Her wolf is sleeping deep inside. And yet, Cleo smells like worry.

“What do you want, darling?” Pearl asks.

“Mhm, don't know,” Cleo says quietly. Makes sense, she isn't one to complain. “Maybe kiss me some more? A distraction would be nice.”

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Now, here's a triple drabble with some impact play and non-sexual kink I guess?

It goes like this: Martyn proclaims that he’s going to participate in the upcoming tournament in honor of his king, and, for the first time in many years, loses immediately. He is knocked out of his saddle right into the big dirty puddle. Ren doesn’t care, not really. His favorite doesn’t have to win every tournament ever, his kingly honor will be fine. Martyn, however? Martyn is really upset with himself, even though he pretends it’s nothing.

Luckily for him, Ren knows the way to make him feel better.

***

“Seventeen! M’lord, it hurts,” Martyn whines, tugging at the ropes that fix him sprawled across the old wooden bed.

“I know,” Ren smiles. “Maybe next time you’ll remember this and take the honor of your king more seriously.”

He lifts the cane again and strikes untouched back of Martyn’s right tight. His ass is already all red and covered in welts, so why not add new details to the picture?

“Eighteen.”

The left tight is next – for symmetry, of course. Ren’s favorite knight needs to look the best for his king. The sound of the wood hitting flesh echoes in the empty basement. 

“N-nineteen.” 

The cane lands across Martyn's ass.

“Twenty!” And here it is, this sob in his voice, the sound of complete surrender.

Ren steps away, enjoying the view: Martyn’s body restrained and helpless, his face wet, his ass angry red. This beautiful masterpiece lacks only the signature of the artist. Ren grabs a candle and tilts it slowly, making hot wax spill over Martyn’s left ass cheek. He screams.

“Sh-sh, we are almost done here,” Ren promises and presses his signet ring into the wax, making sure it forms the perfect royal crest. “Beautiful! Now, love, have you been punished enough, or do you need more?”

Martyn shivers.

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more Ren/Martyn!

this one was quite fun to write. it's very (very!!!!) loosely inspired by the ancient Babylonian new year celebration, the whole king humiliation thing was rotating in my head for a looong time, i just had to make it sexual...

because Ren needs to be publicly slapped and made to suck cock. it's like enrichment for him!

The marble steps of the Temple of Prosperity are cool beneath Ren's bare feet as he ascends.

The sea breeze tugs at his royal clothes, and Ren fights the urge to flatten his brown dog ears against his skull. He keeps his tail deliberately still beneath the heavy fabric of his tunic and shawl around his waist, refusing to betray the nervousness crawling up his spine. He knows what he should do, he did it once already, five years ago during his coronation, but… the High priest wasn’t his lover back then. He wasn’t Martyn. It’s different, ok?

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More dragon hybrid Martyn! From the urban fantasy AU.

As soon as Martyn gives green light to the idea of sounding his cock, Ren goes online and reads everything there is to read on the topic (it’s not much if you can’t understand Draconis and access their geo-blocked resources). He orders a proper toy from an overpriced shop, the only one delivering dragon-specific stuff to their city. To his surprise, his adventurous lover doesn’t have one. Well, Ren doesn’t mind spending extra for Martyn, not if it means getting the exact right thing.

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Look, Ker wrote vampires treebark fic!

Perverted experienced man(Martyn) seducing his hesitant but secretly horny friend(Ren). And also they sorta pretend that it's the other way around.

“W-what are you doing?” Martyn asks. “Feels good?” Ren smiles. “Yes, yes, very good. Just please be gentle, I’ve never given myself to anyone.” Ren stops. “What, really?” Martyn rolls his eyes. “No, Ren, for God’s sake! I’m pretending to be a virgin for you, ” he says, and shivers as Ren’s fingers get more insistent. “We literally just talked about it.” Right! Ren feels like an idiot, but that’s not new.