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My AO3: ThisIsADandelion
Please be kind I have only just started writing stuff like this.
You can call me Dandi and I use she/her
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Ships or anything similar to do with the qsmp eggs or underage characters
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Incest
Raceplay
Ageplay
Scat
Watersports
Heavy gore
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Spicy stuff has an unusually high ceiling, it seems like. Salty foods can only be as salty as salt. Even the sourest candy of all time poses basically no challenge to an adult palate. Spicy foods, though? They can be spicy enough to make you throw up and thatās not even approaching the spiciest food ever. A spicy food can kill you by being spicy
I want to share something someone told me when I first started out as a dom because it was kind of a lightbulb moment for me as an emotional sadist. At the time I was doing aftercare but I didn't understand what psychologically recovering from a scene really meant. Then someone put it into dom terms and it just sort of clicked. So I thought I'd share in case anyone else needs to hear it.
As a degrader and a sadist it's so hot that some subs will be as pathetic as you want them to be... so don't fuck around with their emotions outside of that, that sub is already literally playing with and altering their emotions for your benefit and pleasure. You're overstressing the emotion muscle if you do and rest is essential to any healthy exercise.
You're not giving their feelings any time to rest and recover if you cause emotional distress outside of playtime and you're not giving them the safety and security to play with their emotions again. If you consistently play with humiliation, degradation, or other forms of psychological sadism, you need to be aware of this and plan accordingly.
Avoid big talks or heavy topics immediately after, and do things that will lift your partner's mood in the days following an intense scene even if their mood doesn't need a lift. While you can't see it, by doing that, you've essentially put an emotional ice pack on a sore muscle.
For physical injuries lift the area affected so it can circulate and heal better. For emotional ones it's the same process, lift their mood so positive feelings can circulate and help the recovery along.
A little addendum I think bears mentioning since this post has been blowing up my notes lately:
It's easy for doms to understand that some subs are turned on by embarrassment, shame, humiliation, degradation, objectification, etc. That is an easier concept to grasp. But I think that's a bit of a simplified way of putting it and a more accurate way to explain what's going on is that some subs experience embarrassment, shame, humiliation, degradation, objectification, etc from their dom and are turned on by it.
I think putting the emphasis back on the painful emotion the submissive is putting themselves through is such an important distinction that needs to be made more often. Sometimes the fact that the sub is still experiencing these very powerful negative emotions during sex or scenes (for your benefit by the way, doms) gets lost in translation when someone says "it makes me horny when you humiliate me."
But they're NOT just horny when you humiliate them, they're still also humiliated. And for those of you saying "well duh, of course" please just trust me when I say, as a dom myself who went through learning this and has helped so many other doms learn this, that most doms are absolutely not making this connection at all and that's why my post above has been reblogged a bunch of times by both doms and subs.
As a dom, what we are incorrectly assuming is that the input is 'humiliation' and the output is 'horny' based on what we see and how our sub reacts when we play like this. We are not registering that they are also still humiliated because in the moment they're acting horny. It's an easy logical error to make due to faulty observations and this mistake isn't just limited to male doms in my experience. A lot of folks from all walks of life don't quite grasp this at first. And once you do grasp this you can give better aftercare.
The reality is that the output is both horny and humiliation and your aftercare as a dom better contain ways to treat the emotional pain you inflicted on your sub. In this case, reassurance (I'm so proud of you/of how much you took for me) and positive affirmations (you make me so happy, you're so beautiful/smart) are a hell of a drug for making sure their psyche stays intact and recovers properly.
E | Thorn.whip | 3.6k Words | Semi-Public Blowjobs
Summary: Pac woke up for three things: Find Fit, Threaten Sausage for even coming close, and getting laid. And if an arranged marriage that unites the warring factions bringing absolute peace to the Realm happens along the way, then thatād be nice too.
i love you porn i love you smut i love you intricacies of human sexuality i love erotica i love you freak nasty walls of texts i love you analyzing the subconscious through the lens of sexuality i love you bdsm i love you weird fetishes . u move me
See the main problem is that we've been taught that penies and vaginas are completely alien organs to eachother and not just different shapes of the same parts. So it's hard for people to understand how something can be in between when they don't understand that they're the same base organ. This is also why most people have no understanding of bottom surgery.
Literally. I wish people would just look at HOW these things develop. This is not difficult to understand.
These are the same meat with different parts just being different sizes and shapes.
And sometimes it develops into something that isn't a penis or a vulva. When you actually know how this works its a lot easier to understand how this happens and what it roughly looks like.
if i pick up the vibe that iām gonna fuck someone, iām like ābe right back :)ā and i go and i wash my hands. if i canāt do it at that moment, then iām not putting my fingers in them because i have no fucking idea what their body may or may not be sensitive to and i certainly would not have been keeping track of everything i have or havenāt touched since the last time i washed them.
just because your hands arenāt visibly dirty doesnāt mean the bacteria you carry around from touching your phone, random objects, other people, and yourself wonāt be 100% passed to that other person and upset their reproductive ecosystem of bacteria. be conscious of others. wash your fucking hands
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I wrote this fic for my friend elvie AGESSSSS ago for an exchange we did and never posted it. So after months im finally doing it <3
Enjoy some sea monster fit/sea diver pac. Cw for extremely dubious consent and rough sex w a bit of blood and implied aphrodisiacs. Fic under cut for ppl without ao3 <3
This is it, Pac thinks, staring down into the water. The crystal clear, blue, calm sea. It has always called to him, ever since he was a child, and now, it's his home. Every weekend without fail, Pac puts on his diving gear and does what he always dreamed of when he was a child.
Diving in, being hugged by the sea.
The sea is calm. Pac choose a hidden beach surrounded by a forest, not far from his home. It's quiet, private. Pac's eyes scan the area as he sits in the sand, feeling the warmth on his skin, the wind blowing his hair. He does a mental list of check-ups, like usual, before he stands, takes a few steps back, and falls back, arms out.
The water splashes and rises, the sound filling Pac's ears, the liquid cooling him, wrapping around him. His body is embraced by the waves, sinking down until his feet touch the sand. It's soft, grainy, and the feeling makes Pac smile.
He's safe. He's home.
Pac opens his eyes, staring around at the blue, the bubbles rising. It's calm. It's silent.
It's perfect.
The fish swim, circling the man, and he swims with them. They play and chase one another, and Pac joins in. He watches as the dolphins swim by, smiling under his mask. He swims around, mindful of the corals and other plants. He can feel the water flowing against him, the sun shining down.
The sea is beautiful.
Pac has been diving for years, his hobby ever since he was a little kid. His father was a diver, and it was something that Pac wanted to learn. So he did.
Now, here Pac is, years later and now an adult, still diving. The sea didn't care what you wereā a man or woman, a child or an adult, young or old, straight or gayā all were welcomed, and Pac loved it. He can relax, he can explore, he can be alone. He can have some time away from the world.
He can be himself.
A bank of sand greets Pac as he swims down, and he smiles, watching the fish swimming around. He floats down, letting his feet touch the sand. A sting ray brushes against his arm, making him jump, but Pac calms himself.
They're only curious.
Pac has met all sorts of creatures while diving. Sting rays, sharks, eels, octopus, jellyfish, and many more. Pac never got hurt by any, not once, and the animals seemed to trust the diver. The were fine when he approached, staring at him with curious eyes.
Pac's always had a thing with animals.
A school of fish swim by, and Pac swims along. The sea is beautiful, the coral bright and vivid, the rocks smooth, the sand soft. The man can see the light from above, shining through the water, the sea floor covered in small creatures. The plants wave around, the water cool and welcoming.
Pac can't get enough of the sea. If he could, he would live here. In between the sea creatures, coral, rocks, and sand, exploring and enjoying every moment. The silence, the peace, the calmness.
So much different to the real world.
The sea was so peaceful. No people, no traffic, no noise. No one expecting or demanding things from him, no one judging or yelling. Just Pac, the sea, and the creatures.
He spots a familiar sea creature, and Pac smiles, swimming towards it. Once the creature notices him, it swims towards him, and Pac's smile grows wider.
RamĆ³n, as Pac has dubbed him, was a shark. A small tiger shark, who Pac had met a year ago. RamĆ³n was a young shark, only a few months old, and he had been hurt when they met. He was bleeding, and Pac, being the kind hearted person he was, brought the shark ashore and tended to his wounds.
Once RamĆ³n was healed, Pac released him, and was surprised when the young shark returned. It took a few days, but eventually, the shark trusted the human, and followed him whenever Pac dove into the sea.
Now, RamĆ³n is healthy and happy, and the pair have a bond.
Pac greets the shark, who circles him, making a purring sound. The Brazilian carefully runs his gloved hand along the side of the shark, careful of his skin. Shark skin is rough, and can easily cut.
He feels the sand under his feet as he continues to run his hand over RamĆ³n, watching the shark. He can feel the sea hugging him, the silence comforting.
His mind wanders.
Until he hears the sound of water.
It's a distant sound, and Pac turns to look, his dark eyes searching. There is nothing there.
Just the sea.
But the sound returns, and Pac looks around, trying to find the source. It sounds like a large bubble. But the ocean is quiet.
The bubbles come, and Pac follows them, his brown eyes watching. He can see they come from behind a coral reef, and he swims towards it, curious.
The bubbles stop, and Pac waits. He can hear a faint sound, but it's not from the sea.
It's like a voice.
And then, Pac notices a pair of hazel eyes staring at him. Then, they start coming out of the coral, and Pac freezes.
It's a merman.
He's hugeā a tail probably longer than Pac's whole body. His scales are a mix of cyan and green, creating a gorgeous gradient. His skin is a pale blue, fins and frills along his forearms, and his fingers are webbed. He's littered with scars, and has large, sharp teeth, his ears pointed.
It's a monster.
A merman.
And it's staring at Pac, eyes narrowed, teeth bared. It's growling, and the man feels his heart race.
It's terrifying.
It's beautiful.
Then, Pac starts swimming, and the merman is after him. The Brazilian panics, his heart racing as the merman chases him, the sound of the bubbles echoing.
He needs to get away.
But Pac knows he's no match.
Then, he feels the merman grab his leg, and he's pulled back. He's spun around, his mask being ripped off. Pac can feel his lungs burn as he feels the mer remove all his diving equipment from him, from the oxygen tank to the flippers. He splutters, trying to breathe.
Air! He needs air, oxygen!
The merman held him, staring down at him, eyes narrowed. It looks like he's inspecting him, eyes running through his swim-suit covered body. Whatever he sees must be enough, because the mer swims them up, breaking the surface and letting Pac breath.
Pac splutters, chest heaving as air finally enters his lungs. He gasps, breathing heavily as his lungs and throat burn, his eyes tingling from the salt water. He doesn't process that he's being moved until he's laid on some sand, chest up.
His body hurts. His head, his legs, his lungs, everything. He's sore and in pain, his vision blurry and hazy.
But then, the mer is laying on top of him, staring down at him, eyes scanning every detail of his face. It's scary. Pac is terrified, and he's trapped under this terrifying beast, a creature he never thought existed.
He notices the mer stay a few seconds admiring his chest, and Pac flushes. He didn't wear any sort of bra, so his pierced nipples are hard, peaking through the diving suit.
The mer sniffs his face, before lowering his head and burying it in the crook of his neck, sniffing.
It's so close, so intimate. Pac can feel the merman's breath on his skin, the smell of the ocean and something else filling his nose. His own dark eyes look around, noticing he is on some private beach. Sharp rocks surround them, giving them privacy from the open sea and protecting them from whatever was out there.
Pac can feel the mer nipping at his skin, before the mer pulls away. Pac stares at him, his breathing calming down, eyes still watering. The mer looks him over, and a growl escapes the creature's lips. He's more terrifying up-close, but somehow, Pac isn't afraid.
He's entranced.
The merman's skin is a soft blue, his scales a pretty gradient. He's so different to Pac, yet so gorgeous. The sharp teeth, the large claws, the long tail. It's terrifying, but Pac isn't disgusted.
The mer sniffs him again, before pulling back and standing straight. Pac notices a slit on the mer's pelvis, and his face goes red when he realizes what it is.
The mer snarls at him, and the man flinches, before looking up. The mer is watching him, his sharp teeth bared, before a low growl escapes his lips.
"Treasure." The mer's voice is deep and husky, his tone strong. Pac jumps, the rough and foreign sound catching him off-guard. "My treasure."
Pac stares at the mer, before gasping when he feels a long yet firm limb wrap around his waist. He looks down, noticing the mer's tail had wrapped around him, holding him firmly. The mer raises him from the sand, and Pac panics, kicking and struggling.
"Wait, no, pleaseā" Tries to argue, tensing up when the mers claws trail towards his chest. "W-Wait, hold on, don'tā!"
His pleas are unheard when the mer rips the diving suit, exposing his breasts. Pac gasps, shivering when the cool wind hits his skin, and then, his right breast is grabbed. The mer grabs the large mound, squeezing it and massaging it, claw flickering the piercing.
"Soft." The mer mutters, his voice low and raspy, a rumble escaping his chest. "So... warm..."
Pac gasps and flinches, feeling the mers thumb and forefinger rub his nipple, sending waves of pleasure down his body. The mer squeezes and plays with his right tit, giving the same treatment to the other. The Brazilian's face is red, his body trembling and his pussy throbbing.
This was bad. Very, very bad.
But fuck, it felt so good.
"P-Pleaseā por favorā" The Brazilian pleads, his pussy pulsating, his cunt growing wetter by the second.
The merman snarls and pulls Pac higher with his tail before nuzzling his face between Pac's breasts, snarling and breathing in his scent.
"My treasure." The mer growls, a rumble in his chest. "My breeder."
Pac feels his soul leave his body, heart stopping by the fear and arousal.
Breeder? His breeder?
He trashes, kicking his legs and punching at the merman's tail, his mind racing. He has to get out of here, has to escape, he can't let this beast do whatever it wants with him!
The merman snarls, gripping his waist and pulling him slightly down so they're face to face. Pac's heaving, his eyes wide as he stares up at the terrifying creature. The merman has his eyes narrowed, a low growl escaping his throat.
"Mine." The mer's voice is stern, deep and husky. "Mine, mine, mine. My breeder."
Pac whimpers, trying to break free, but the mer's hold is tight. He can't escape.
Then, the mer presses his lips against Pac's, and the man gasps. Once his mouth is open, the mer shoves his long, rough tongue in, and Pac's eyes widen, his hands gripping the mer's tail.
The merman's tongue is long and rough, and the way it's invading his mouth makes the human wail. It tongue-fucks his throat, exploring every inch, before wrapping around his own tongue and sucking.
It's the weirdest, most disgusting feeling, but...
Pac moans, his eyes lidding and his pussy getting wetter. Something is happening to himā
His body feels like it's on fire, limbs heavy and hot, his pussy clenching around nothing as slick stains his diving suit. His eyes are hazy, his body shivering as arousal flows through his body. He's panting and moaning, his grip on the tail weakening.
The mer pulls back, and the pair are left panting, spit connecting their lips. He stares for a few moments, eyes narrow and sharp, before whatever he's looking for must be found, because the mer leans in again.
Pac doesn't fight this time, too lost in his head, the fog of lust making his body weak and sensitive and begging for the touch. He pants and moans, feeling the mer suck his tongue, the rough, large hands roaming his body.
The mer pulls away, and the man moans, his tongue hanging from his mouth, drool falling down his chin. The mer leans in, and Pac shivers as the merman licks the corner of his mouth.
"Good breeder." The mer purrs, and his claws trails down, going lower and lower. "Good."
Pac nods, the touch and words making him dizzy, his body hot and his cunt throbbing. He needs... something. Something that only the mer can give him. "Yours, yours, pleaseā"
He moans when the mer kisses him again, and the human kisses back, desperate for attention. He needs more, he needs this, he needs this creature's cock.
He needs to be bred.
The mer's tongue invades his mouth once more, and Pac's mind is too far gone to even care. All he can think about is the mer and his touch, his lips, his body, his cock. He needs the merman's cock, and he will do anything to get it.
Then, the mer rips his suit, and Pac yelps when he's completely exposed. The mer eyes his body, from his perked tits to his dripping cunt, and his pupils dilate, animalistic growls escaping his lips. He looks like a crazy animal who just saw something he liked.
The mer is hungry.
And Pac is his prey.
"Please, please, pleaseā" The man whines, his eyes glazed and hazy, his voice high pitched and begging. "Por favor, fuck me, por favor, por favorā!"
The mer doesn't reply, and instead, moves his body so he's sitting on a rock, the human placed on his lap ('Do mer's have laps?' Pac hazily wonders, before shaking his head. 'Not important!'). Pac is facing him, his hands on the merman's shoulders, and the mer's clawed hands are on his waist.
Pac can feel the cool breeze on his heated skin, and he trembles, his whole body burning with arousal. His pussy is aching, and the need to be filled is getting too much.
The mer nuzzles his neck, inhaling his scent. His teeth graze his skin, and Pac shudders, his heart racing and more arousal dripping down his legs. The mer is so big, his large body engulfing his own, and his touch is gentle.
Pac feels his pussy dripping, and he can't help but move his hips, trying to grind his cunt on the mer's lower half. His fingers curl, and his eyes flutter closed. He needs his cock, he needs it inside him, and the man doesn't know what to do.
Then, he feels the merman's clawed hand trailing down his spine, before it reaches his ass. He hears the mer growl, and then, his cheeks are being squeezed and spread.
"Soft." The mer mutters.
The mer pulls away from his neck, and the man whines. He was so close, why did he stop?
"My treasure." The mer continues, and a low rumble fills his chest, vibrating and shaking his body. "Mine.ā
Pac whines and moans, and his eyes roll back when the mer bites the base of his neck. He doesn't bite hard, but it's enough to draw a bit of blood and leave a mark, a claim.
"Pretty treasure." The mer's voice is a whisper, his teeth nipping at his neck. He licks the wound, before moving back and licking his lips. "My pretty treasure."
"Por favor, por favorā fuck me, breed me." Pac begs, his voice weak and shaky, his words broken. Whatever the mer is doing with his tongue leaves him feeling like putty, and the man can barely form a proper sentence. "Fuck my p-pussy, breed me, please, please, por favor, I want, want it, want your cock, your cum, want to be a mommy, please, pleaseā"
The mer raises him with his tail, until Pac's cunt is right above the creature's eager mouth.
"My mate."
Pac screams, his cunt being devoured.
The merman's tongue is long, and it's going deep, reaching spots the Brazilian didn't even know existed. It's thick, and the rough texture sends shivers down his spine.
It feels like his pussy is being destroyed, the mer's tongue licking and fucking his cunt. Pac cries and screams, his hands gripping the mer's head, trying to get any leverage.
The tongue causes his cunt to ooze more and more slick, his clit to perk up even more, his lips to quiver and shake. The mer's mouth has something that causes whatever body part it touches to beg for stimulation, to crave and long for pleasure.
It's addictive.
His tongue licks and fucks, and then, the merman curls his tongue.
"AH!" Pac wails, his toes curling and his back arching, his eyes rolling. It feelsā it feels like it's preparing his cervix, making sure to get enough space for whatever will enter his womb. "Caralhoā me, meu Deus, o tĆ£o bomā!"
The merman continues to lick his cunt, his claws digging into his skin and holding his legs apart. It's the most blissful, euphoric feeling the Brazilian has ever experienced, and it's driving him insane. Whatever thought that pops in his brain is gone in an instant, and all the man can focus on is the mer and his tongue, his claws, his smell, his eyes.
They're locked together, staring into each other's eyes, the only sound being the sea, the ocean, the birds, and Pac's moans and screams.
Then, the tongue leaves his cunt, and the man whimpers, tears forming in his eyes.
He was so close. He was so, so close.
"Good breeder." The mer's voice is husky, and Pac shivers, feeling his tongue run along his cunt lips, the roughness stimulating his clit. "Good."
Pac moans, his legs spreading. "P-Pleaseā"
Then, the mer lowers him, and the Brazilian gasps as he's laid on the sand. The creature stands straight, eyeing him. He's a giant compared to Pac, his whole body dwarfing the human.
His gaze goes lower, and he spots the mer's pelvis. He can see something poking out, something thick and blue. The mer's hands are gripping the rocks, and his eyes are lidded.
Pac's mouth waters, and he crawls forward, his hands shaking. He's not thinking, he's acting purely on instinct, and he gently presses his hand against the slit.
"Pretty treasure." The mer whispers. "My pretty treasure."
Pac blushes, his cunt clenching. He's never been praised like this beforeā like he's someones most prized possession.
"Your breeder." He replies, and the mer's eyes flash, a low growl escaping his lips. "Your pretty treasure.ā
"My pretty breeder." The mer purrs, his voice making Pac's heart race and his pussy clench.
Then, the tip of the merman's cock pokes out, and the human's breath catches. It's thick, thicker than any cock he's ever seen, and it's blue. The mer's cock has a few ridges along the top, and there are a few bumps along the sides.
It's the most gorgeous dick he's ever seen.
Pac stares in awe as the cock slowly pokes out, revealing more and more, and he licks his lips. His pussy clenches on nothing as more inches and inches reveal, and soon, his eyes widen when he realizes how big the mer is.
The cock is probably longer than his forearm, maybe fourteen inches. That'sā that's definitely not going to fit, it's going to kill him, tear his insides.
But Pac doesn't care.
He needs the cock.
He reaches out, gently touching the cock. He's expecting a reaction, and when he doesn't get one, Pac looks up.
The mer is staring down at him, his gaze intense. But it's not harsh. Instead, the merman is watching him, his eyes narrowed and pupils wide. He's studying him. Watching his reactions, what he will do
He's waiting.
Pac doesn't hesitate, and instead, brings the cock to his lips, kissing the head. It's salty, and the taste is strange, but it's not bad. In fact, it's delicious, and Pac craves more. He feels that if he doesn't get more he'll die.
His lips part, and he takes the head in his mouth, sucking on the tip. The mer grunts, and his hands move to hold Pac's hair, claws digging into his skull. His tail wraps around his waist, forcing him down.
"Hmm!" Pac gags as the cock forces its way in. Bumps and ridges rub against his mouth and throat, the length going deeper and deeper.
Pac struggles, but the mer doesn't release him. He continues pushing him down until he's all the way in, and his nose is buried in the mer's slit. Pac can't breath, the cock resting all the way down his throat, the taste filling his senses.
He can feel the ridges and bumps of the cock, the size of it making him choke. He can't breathe, but the sensation of being filled and the taste is addictive. Eyes turn hazy as tears form, his lungs screaming for air.
The mer waits a few moments, before pulling out. The cock slides out until it's resting in Pac's tongue, and the human inhales through his nose, trying to breathe.
He only gets a few seconds, before the mer forces him back down.
He chokes and sputters, the taste of the cock and the smell of the mer making him dizzy. It's overwhelming, and Pac can feel himself go cross-eyed, his tongue being squished against the underside of the cock.
"Pretty." The mer growls, his eyes flashing. "Pretty breeder."
The human moans, feeling the tip brush the back of his throat. His eyes water, his face red and his mind in a haze.
The mer continues fucking his face, and the Brazilian is left moaning and spluttering, the cock hitting his throat. His throat and mouth are being abused, and the feeling is the best.
He's drooling and panting, and his vision is blurry and hazy. All he can think about is the cock and the mer, and his own arousal is ignored. Heā he needs to be the best breeder, he needs the mer to be so happy with him he comes back and takes more and more and more.
The merman grunts, and then, he starts to pick up his pace. He fucks Pac's face harder, and the man struggles, but the hold on his hair and waist keeps him down. The mer is growling, his cock going faster and faster, and then, he pulls completely out.
Pac gags, sobbing as his lungs and throat burn. He sputters and coughs, but the mer doesn't give him a chance. The merman moves him so he's facing him, mouth locking in on his tits.
The man whimpers, and he gasps when he feels the mer suck on his nipples. They're hard, and the piercings make the sensation a lot better. He cries out when he feels the mer nibble his right tit, teeth brushing the nipple.
His pussy clenches, and the Brazilian can feel his legs being forced apart. He can feel the merman's fingers trail down his spine, before the hand grabs his ass.
"Por favor, por favorā" The Brazilian sobs, his nails digging into the mer's arms. "Please, please, f-fuck, please, need it, need youā"
"My pretty breeder." The mer mutters against his left breast, licking the piercing. His hand moves from his ass, and then, a clawed finger brushes his wet lips.
"Ah!" Pac's back arches, his hips moving. He needs more, more, please, more.
The mer is watching him, his hazel eyes glowing. His lips are curved, and he seems amused. His tongue licks his tit, and then, his teeth are gently biting his nipple.
"Fuck, fuckā"
A finger enters him, and Pac moans, his whole body tensing. The mer's tongue is running along his right tit, while his right hand plays with his pussy. His claws are careful, and his finger is slowly exploring his insides, rubbing against his walls and reaching deeper.
The mer snarls and grunts, his teeth and claws grazing his skin. His finger moves faster, and Pac can't help but move his hips, trying to meet the mer's finger.
"Good breeder." The mer says, his voice deep. "Good. Good."
"Yes, yes, good, I'm a good breeder." Pac sobs, his eyes lidding, his mind fuzzy and hazy. All he can think about is the mer's touch and the finger fucking his cunt.
Then, a second finger is shoved in, and Pac cries out. It's too much, it's so much, his pussy is stretched and full, the fingers curling and hitting every spot, the claws grazing his skin and the teeth biting his flesh.
"So soft." The mer's voice is low, a whisper, and his lips kiss and brush his nipple. "So soft."
"Ah, ah, ah!" Pac cries out, his body tensing and jerking, his nails digging into the merman's skin. The fingers inside him move faster, the rough pads and claws rubbing his walls, the bumps and ridges massaging his g-spot.
The mer pulls out his fingers, and Pac doesn't have enough time to complain before he feels something prodding his pussy.
Pac's eyes widen as he feels the mer slowly sink him down on his cock. He'sā he's not gonna be able to fit! There's no way, his cunt won't stretch enough, his body won't handle the length or the size or the shapeā
But the mer continues pushing him down, inch after inch, the tip slowly entering him. Once the mushroom head is fully in, the mer stops, and his tongue licks the bite mark.
"P-Please, I can't, it's too bigā" Pac sobs, his whole body trembling. "Muitoā muito grandeā"
The mer nuzzles him, his voice low. "My pretty breeder. My breeder."
Then, he pushes Pac down again, and the human screams. He can feel the cock splitting him apart, the girth stretching him, the bumps and ridges stimulating him. His head spins and his lungs scream, his whole body shivering and shaking.
It's so, so big, so much, he's being split open, the cock going deeper and deeper. At one point, when his body can't take any more, the mer frowns, before pulling him out for a bit and then slamming him back down.
"AH!" Pac wails, his back arching and his toes curling. The merman does it again and again and again, and the human cries, his body shaking. He can feel every inch, the bumps and ridges, the length and girth. The mer keeps the process, slowly pulling him up, before slamming him down a few inches. He clearly wants Pac to be sat all the way on his cock, and it's struggling.
"My breeder." The mer's eyes are sharp and his teeth are bared, his tongue running over his pierced nipple. "Mine."
He slams Pac down a few times, and the man screams and sobs, his hands gripping the mer's arms. Every inch is filling him, every bump and ridge hitting him, the size tearing him apart.
It hurts, but the pain feels so good. It feels like he's being ripped in two, and Pac is loving it.
Finally, finally, he's sitting all the way down, the entire length inside him. The mer grunts, his hips bucking into the tight heat.
Pac is uncontrollably sobbing, his whole body aching and trembling, the pain and pleasure overwhelming. He's so full, so much, the cock is deep and so huge, filling him up completely. He glances down, and his body flushes as he sees his stomach is bulging, a bump forming.
He can clearly see the outline of the mer's cock, and the sight sends a thrill down his spine. He's stuffed, full, and it's because of the mer.
His mer.
The merman is growling, his hands squeezing his ass and claws digging into his skin. He's holding the human firmly, and his teeth are still grazing his nipple, tongue teasing the piercing. He forces him to sit flush against his lap, the cock fully sheathed inside him, the tip resting just shy of his cervix.
It'sā it's too much.
Pac screams as the mer lifts him up and slams him back down, his pace brutal. The human is bouncing on the merman's cock, the mer's tail helping lift him up, before slamming him down.
His insides are being fucked, the cock reaching deep inside him, hitting every spot. Pac is sobbing, the pleasure too much, the stimulation overwhelming.
The merman is snarling, his lips curled back, teeth bared. His claws are gripping him, leaving marks on his ass and back. He's moving his body so the cock can reach deeper, fucking the human.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Pac cries, his nails scratching the mer's forearms. "Yes, yes, yesā"
"My breeder." The merman hisses, and the sound of the waves and the man's sobbing and crying fills the beach. "Mine. My pretty treasure."
The mer fucks him, bucking up, and the cock is thrusting harder into his cervix. Pac feels like the mer is fucking his womb, making sure the organ will accept his cum.
"Yours, yours, yes, your breeder." Pac babbles, his eyes lidded and his voice broken and cracked. His throat and mouth hurt, his whole body aching, yet the pleasure is addicting.
"Pretty." The merman snarls, his eyes sharp. "My pretty breeder."
He can feel the cock hit his womb, and Pac screams, his pussy clenching around the length.
The merman snarls and leans towards the human, burying his face into his neck. Pac shivers, and then, the mer bites down.
Pac screams, and his orgasm hits him.
The pleasure is overwhelming, his cunt spasming and clenching. Slick pours out, dripping onto the sand and the mer's cock.
The merman fucks him through his orgasm, his pace getting more and more. Then, the mer's thrusts start to get sloppy and lose their rhythm, and he bites down harder, and Pac screams again as his second orgasm hits him.
"Good, good breeder." The merman snarls, and then, he bucks his hips up one final time, and Pac moans when he feels the mer's cock swell, and cum flood his cunt.
"Ah, ahā" The Brazilian moans, his head falling on the mer's shoulders. He tenses up when after a few seconds, cum still flows out, filling him up. "P-PeraĆā"
It keeps going and going, womb and cunt filling up. The mer doesn't let go, and Pac feels his stomach expanding, the cum filling him up, the cock keeping it all inside.
He looks pregnant, and the thought is arousing.
After a few moments, the cum stops. The mer wraps his tail around Pac's waist, keeping him plugged. He gently nibbles on the bite mark, lapping the blood.
Pac's head rests on the mer's chest, drool slowly falling down his chin. He's panting and his chest is heaving, his eyes half-lidded and lazed. His limbs are heavy, his whole body is aching and sore, and the only thing Pac can think about is how he wants to be full forever
"My pretty breeder." The merman growls, and the man whines, a shiver going down his spine at the possessive tone.
"Your breeder." He replies, and the mer purrs. "Yours, your breeder."
The mer hums, his hands running down his back. "Mine."
Pac nuzzles into the pecs, breathing in the salty smell. The sea is comforting, and the feeling of being full and warm is addictive. Quiet whimpers fall from his lips every time the cock throbs, and his mind is lost, his eyes lidding.
He feels... important. Pretty. Cared for.
A treasure.
The mer holds him, his hand trailing up and down his back, as if trying to comfort him. The mer is watching him, taking note of all his reactions.
Pac smiles, his hand moving and resting on the merman's cheek. The mer is beautiful, his eyes sharp and his body gorgeous. He's strong, and his touch is firm, yet gentle.
Pac never thought he would be in love, and yet, here he is, his heart beating as the merman's hand rests on his stomach.
"My mate." The mer snarls, his tone possessive, and Pac's face goes red. "Mine."
The human's cunt clenches, and the mer's cock twitches, before it slowly slips out. Pac's eyes widen, and he whines, feeling the cum leak out of his pussy.
The merman doesn't seem too concerned, and instead, turns his body and lays him on the sand, before leaning down and licking his lips. Pac kisses him back, his mind too gone to think, and the mer purrs.
They break apart, and the human gasps, feeling the merman's hands on his stomach. The mer is kneading the skin, squeezing and massaging the skin, the bump forming.
He looks genuinely pregnant, and the man blushes.
"My mate." The mer purrs, his voice low and deep. "My mate, mine."
"Por favor, por favor." Pac whimpers, and the mer's tongue is back on his lips. "Yours, yoursā suaā"
"Mine." The mer repeats, and the human nods. "My mate. Mine. My pretty treasure."
He runs his hands along the Brazilian's body, and the man shivers, feeling the rough texture. His eyes are hazy and his mind is blank, the only thoughts being about the mer and his cock.
He needs his cock, his cum, his touch. He needs to be filled, and his body aches. He feels empty, the cum slowly dripping out. He doesn't want any of the mer's seed to go to waste, and his pussy clenches, trying to keep it in.
He wants to be pregnant, wants the merman's baby.
The merman snarls and pulls away, his eyes dark and narrowed. He moves and sits on the rock, before wrapping his tail around the human's waist and pulling him up.
Pac's limp and his mind is foggy, so he doesn't have time to react when the mer grabs his tits, and squeezes.
"My mate." The merman growls, his claws digging into his skin. "Mine."
Pac whines, his tongue hanging from his mouth, eyes hazy. "Yes, yes, yours, all yours, sua."
"Mine." The mer grunts, his teeth bared. "Mine, mine, mine."
He moves his hips, and the Brazilian whimpers, feeling the cock prod his pussy. It slowly enters him again, and his back arches, mouth open as his pussy is filled up once more.
They stay the rest of the day fucking, the mer making sure the human is full and bred. He makes sure his breeder is drunk on his cock, that the human is addicted to his touch.
i had this idea of like. what if fit kept trying to push through whenever he got uncomfortable during sex and never safeworded and it was making pac nauseous so he and mike tell fit theyre going to punish him with a scene where theyre GOING to push him to safeword because hes not understanding how important it is.
and like that was great until i realized fit would buckle sooo quick. pac would just need to tie him up and leave the room and like less than five minutes later hed be begging to safeword out
"Finding the other three files will be a challenge on your own, if what Cellbit is saying is correct." Etoiles says, blue eyes never leaving Fit's hazel ones. "So you'll be assigned a partner."
Fit blinks, confusion and dread forming a pit on his stomach. "What?" He says, voice sharp and on edge. "Etoiles, you know I work alone."
"His name is Pac, although you probably know him best as Mirage." The Frenchman days, ignoring Fit's incredulous look. "I've arranged a reservation over at La Lune for tomorrowā make sure to make it so you two get... acquainted with each other."
Or, Fit is assigned a partner in what will probably be the deadliest and most extensive mission of his life. Falling in love with said partner was just a bonus to the paycheck.
[ art by @schopenhauerideology tysm gustave! full illustration under cut, as well some rambles <3 ]
I finally bit the bullet and will attempt to write my first plot with porn long fic!! Ive been working on this au for MONTHS, Im so happy this is finally being published.
Heads up tho, this fic will have lots of mature topics. Ill make sure to tag them in the fic when it does come out, but some of the tags will be gun violence, gore, cannibalism, dubious consent, human experimentation, brainwashing, torture, among others. Stay safe!!
If you have any questions, feel free to send an ask! Ill do my best to answer them <333
