Heard Someone Was Looking For Me? Where’s Bae And All His Homies ?

'pillow prince' / Giyuu x Reader

tothemeadow's kinktober 2021 / day 4 : belly bulge

warnings: NSFW, sub Giyuu, can be read as either dick/strap on

wordcount: 212

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“Yeah, that feels nice,” Giyuu murmurs, a hoarse rasp to his words. He’s practically lost his voice from moaning so much, and it’s all because of you.

Propped up on various fluffy pillows, Giyuu looks dainty, almost fragile; his skin is beautifully flushed, his dark hair spread all around his head and face. A sticky sheen of cum clings onto his toned belly, more than enough proof that you’re the one making him like this, making him feel so fucking good.

Despite cumming a few times already, Giyuu’s cock still weeps his arousal. Your own cock slips in and out of his asshole with ease, the muscles giving with each languid stroke. You’re sizeable in him, that’s for sure; the bulge in his belly is right there, clearly visible to the naked eye. Giyuu can barely keep his eyes open at the glorious feeling of being filled up in such a way.

He’s just so gorgeous.

“You alright?” you drawl, swiping a comforting hand over his tensed thighs. Giyuu merely nods his response, his hands tightening their clutches on the sheets.

“Want more,” he slurs, his knees digging into your hips. “Wanna feel good…”

“Patience, precious,” you say, leaning down and skimming your lips across his sweaty forehead. “We have all night…”

kneel before your queen | ksj

Rage and lust for power had driven you to tear your throne from the entrails of others. You were a woman without mercy. However, to Kim Seokjin, you were the rightful queen – and he was ready to prove himself to be your faithful servant.

Word count: 8k

Warnings: mentions of murder and violence, war, sport shooting. One (1) Anna Karenina reference (sorry fellas I like Tolstoy 🥵)

# dark royal AU, sub!Seokjin, queen!reader, hurt/comfort, sort of historical AU, unrequited love, angst, marriage of convenience, violence kink, choking, madam kink, oral sex (female receiving), breathplay, cum play, unprotected vaginal sex, overstimulation, breeding kink, masochist!Seokjin, possesion kink.

Read Kneel before your queen while listening to its own Spotify playlist

Your history up to the throne was stained with blood. Your marriage was stained with blood. Your reign, your crown, the halls of your palace – they were all stained with blood.

Luckily, the bloodshed had paid off; you no longer had a foolish king by your side, and no one had the guts to stand up to you. You didn’t know where your humanity had gone after all this, but it had never led you anywhere.

You lived in a country where the sky was always cloudy and where mist covered every single corner. It was a dark, cold place of stone, and both nobles and commoners had gone mad a long time ago. They were born mad, you were absolutely certain. You had been there a long time, your heart seized by power, and you were no longer a foreigner.

More, more, more. It had always been like that – since you were a little girl, there had been a consuming rage growing inside of you.

With each foolish choice that you could not refute, with every unnecessary war, with every glass of wine that your husband guzzled, with every ball in which your feet ached and your hands stiffened as you were waltzed from one side to another. It grew within you before you even knew; a deep hatred, a lust for power. If only her hands were shaking, you remembered what they used to say.

But your hands never trembled.

The times when you rode through the capital in a carriage, wrapped in a blue mist, in the dawn of youth, when your chest grows wider and wider and tries to swallow all the blissful beauty in the world, your soul sold for a kingdom, were long gone.

That part of you was long dead; she got killed.

“Your Majesty.” The dim lights illuminating your office trembled when your counsellor opened the door. “Invitations to the Masquerade are to be sent out, but there has been a change.”

You sighed, putting down the quill.

That was the reason you despised having to be both the king and queen. Your council could take care of some things, but not all. And apparently, the Masquerade was more important to them than the war budget, even though your troops were on the front line to expand your territories.

“What is it?” you finally asked.

“Duke Seok-min has passed away, and his son Seokjin has inherited the title. You must change both invitations,” your advisor informed, talking quietly.

“Tell one of my ladies-in-waiting to take care of the matter.”

“Yes, but— His Grace would like to be received and acknowledged as the new Duke by Your Majesty before the Masquerade. You do now, madam, that it is stipulated in the treaty. You cannot possibly refuse.”

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Mpreg Brothel

Hello! This is my third time submitting a story so I figured it's time I share a name for myself. You can call me Salty. I'm the author of "The Heir" as well as "The Stable Boy". I also have a blog under the name of Swollenpregnantbellies. 

Anywho, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! 

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Mpreg brothel. Imagine you're a client visiting the brothel for the first time. Dozens of men in various stages of pregnancy are there for you and others to enjoy. You take a particular liking to the newbie: eighteen, shy, naive, and freshly pregnant with his first. You visit over and over again to view his progress. He's embarrassed by your attention, but does not refuse, letting you touch and fuck him. You pay premium to be there for his first, extremely difficult labor, which the brothel is sure to make a show of for you.

The Brooding Fox.

A high end brothel with a very special set of workers for special clientele. It was named that way not because it was dark or dour, no. It got it's name because of what happens to the prostitutes. Named as such because the male prostitutes are fertile and bred quite well. Every single one of them are required to get pregnant within the first few weeks of starting, else they are fired. At least, that was the word on the street.

The first time you went to the Brooding Fox you weren't certain what to expect. However, you were pleasantly surprised by what you found.

A friend had brought you the first time and it was quite the experience. The instant you walked past the threshold you were met with the beautiful sight of dozens of young men all in varying stages of pregnancy. Some had small bellies in their earlier months while others had ripe bellies, rounded and taught. Then there were the ones who looked like they could pop at any minute.

You were shown around and told about the different workers, their prices, and what they offered. The first time you found yourself spending time with a young man around five months pregnant. His belly was wonderful to caress and feel the growing roundness of it.

You discovered very quickly how much you liked feeling his belly as you entered him. It was incredible how hard just looking at all of their swollen bellies made you.

After the first night you went back for more at least once a week, sometimes more than that.

You couldn't get enough of rubbing their growing tummies, feeling the babies squirm around inside their wombs and fucking them until both of you collapsed bonelessly into the bedding. You thought it couldn't get any better than that.

Until one day, it did.

You were about to request one of your regulars when you saw him: a young man, no older than eighteen, sitting off in the corner by himself. At first you thought he might be a client, until the head mistress spoke to him and he very timidly went to attend to an actual client.

That was when you made the connection: he was fresh.

You inquired with the head mistress about him and was told that he was, in fact, eighteen years old and pregnant off the streets. He had just been hired.

You could barely keep your erection in your pants as you watched him from across the open room. He was petite, lithe; practically skin and bones, with a bit of meat on them. You could already imagine his belly outgrowing him within just the first few months. He would be nothing but belly around month four, you wagered.

About half and hour later you found yourself alone in one of the room with the young man. Whilst he still had his clothes on there wasn't a noticeable bump just yet, but that would soon change. You decide to strike up a conversation with the young man.

"So, you're new?" You ask.

He nods wordlessly.

"Is today your first day?"

He shakes his head. "Yesterday was." His voice is meek and has a lovely tenor pitch to it. You think it will sound angelic when he moans.

"And you've already been bred, I hear?"

He looks up, surprised as his face turns red. "Oh. I--um. I'm not sure."

"Oh?" You say.

He doesn't offer a reply.

"Well, isn't it required to be pregnant within the first few weeks of working here or else you get kicked out?" You prompt.

He nods, again giving no verbal answer.

"Well then, how about we make sure that you're nice a bred, shall we? We wouldn't want you getting thrown back out onto the streets now would we?"

"I--um--well," He stammered adorably.

"Excellent," You purr, scooting closer to the boy. You've already snuck your hand underneath his shirt and have begun inching it up his torso. His skin is wonderfully supple and creamy, perfect for bearing a brood.

If he wasn't pregnant already you were definitely going to make certain he was after tonight.

He made no protest when his shirt was taken off, nor when his pants and undergarments were undone and cast aside. He now stood before you in naked glory, showing you everything he had and it was stunning.

His skin was immaculate and his little cock was so cute you couldn't help but oogle it for a few moments. However, what caught your eye was not his lovely neck or chest, but in fact the little belly that just barely jutted out. It wasn't much but if one was looking for it, which you were, it was obvious: he had been bred and from the looks of it quite well.

He couldn't have been more than a few months along, but it was enough that his belly was bloated and at the stage right before becoming rounded. You could hardly contain your erection. So you didn't.

Your cock rose excitedly and sprung forth the instant you freed it from your own pants. You stepped towards the boy and instantly felt all over his body, but specifically his little belly. You savored the feeling because you knew it wouldn't be little for much longer.

"Now, where were we?"

You caressed every part of him and loved how he melted under you touch. Especially how he would let out the tiniest little sounds when you touched his lower tummy. Oh how you ate that up and knew it would only get better as his belly grew.

"Now, you said you're not sure if you got knocked up before coming here?" You asked, rubbing his lower belly again.

He managed a breathless nod.

You were both still upright, something that you wanted to amend soon. "Is that so? Would you like to make sure then?" You murmur in his ear.

He lets out a quiet whimper but nods his head once more.

You don't waste another second. You slide a finger inside his hole. It goes in rather easily and so you add in another.

He gasps in delight as you move your fingers deftly inside of him. His wetness becomes quite evident, as does his enjoyment of what you're doing because his little cock rises to the occasion, leaking just a bit of precum.

Your cock has already been weeping for the last several minutes, but you've held off because you want to save it for him.

You insert a third finger and he is practically bouncing on your hand, gyrating his hips to stimulate more movement.

"My my. Eager aren't we?"

Breaths start to quicken and you can't wait any longer. You pull your fingers out and in the same motion replace them with your cock. He takes you so beautifully and the sound he makes when you do it nothing short of angelic, just as you'd hoped.

You start thrusting with vigor, holding him in place with one hand across his chest and the other placed low on his belly. You can feel your length going deep inside, pushing into his entrance and kissing his cervix. It isn't long before you are both a panting mess, nearing completion. As warmth builds inside you, your thrusts become desperate. You chase that ecstasy and by the gods you finally catch it.

You both cum with heavy moans and you unload every last drop of your seed inside his fertile womb. He slumps against you, enervated from your coupling. You are still holding his little belly as you let the last bit of cum empty inside him. You imagine that it is enough to make his belly more bloated than it already is.

"Now there's no possible way you aren't pregnant now, boy, is there?"

He shakes his head in embarrassment.

You look forward to your weekly visit even more now. So much so that your weekly visits turn into nearly every other day visits.

Weeks of going to the Brooding Fox go by and every night you find yourself spending it with the newcomer. You absolutely relish watching his little tummy swell with life, becoming rounder with each passing week. You love how embarrassed he is by his condition. How much his belly is growing and how large it seems for being only four months pregnant.

He isn't wrong, though. He is only four months along but looks closer to six. You suspect that whomever bred his fertile womb did such a good job that they put at least two babies in his belly. And you couldn't wait to see how big he would get.

The next night you see him he is nearly five months along and his belly has grown beautifully. It has become the most lovely swell you've ever laid eyes on. His hips have started to widen just enough that he'll be able to give birth naturally and his breasts have turned from barely there to nice, little buds on his chest.

When you he finally sits down beside you your hands immediately go to his belly, caressing and rubbing the swollen roundness. You focus your ministrations low, which elicit the most exquisite sounds from him.

"You like being touched like this don't you?" You croon, continuing to rub his firm swell. "You like knowing your womb has been bred so nicely and you're growing more with every day?"

He nods, already breathless and melting in your arms.

"You want me to fill your belly even more?" You ask.

This has become a recurring conversation between the two of you, usually at the beginning of your sessions. But without fail it does wonders for both of you and often leads to him being bent over and with your cock buried inside him, shooting ropes of cum into his already occupied, but very fertile womb.

Just before you finish, you lean in and whisper: "Once you push this one out I'll make sure your belly is filled with my babies next."

Without fail that phrase brings both of you to the edge. It's quite obvious that despite his embarrassment, the boy rather enjoys having his belly filled to the brim and swollen with babies.

"I'll make sure to put at least three babies in that tummy of yours when the time comes." You add after cumming buckets inside him. Just saying it is often enough to bring your member to full hardness and make the poor boy wet all over again.

Two more months of this pass and he is absolutely glowing. His belly has started to turn into a nice teardrop shape, hanging low on his small frame. His hips have only slightly widened in the past few weeks which only serves to accentuate his gravid, rounded middle. You love rubbing his belly even more now that it's so tight and swollen, yet somehow larger each time you see it. He seems to love it just as much, you caressing his overtaxed and growing tummy.

When he sits now his belly spills into his lap, covering nearly half of it. Your length grows hard thinking about how much larger he will get in the final weeks of his pregnancy.

As time grows near for the birth, you go to the head mistress with a request. You wanted to watch the birth and were willing to pay extra to see it. Naturally, she agreed, seeing no issue in this, especially if you were willing to pay an additional fee up front.

Then, soon enough, the time came.

It miraculously happened during one of your fuck sessions with him, pounding him from behind, holding his incredibly swollen belly and filling him entirely. However when you pulled out, there was a gush of fluid that came with you and a groan from the boy, who clutched at his poor tummy.

"I suppose it's time for the little ones to join the world." You smile with a dark grin as the boy's face scrunches in pain with a contraction.

Several hours pass with his belly tightening and his face contorting in agony as he prepares to push. You rub his overtaxed tummy in a soothing manner, speaking in soft tones to him.

"Don't worry, it'll all be over soon." You say, though secretly hoping it takes much longer. You don't want this to go too quickly. You wanted to savor every moment of this. After all, it would be at least a few weeks before you'd be able to pump him full of cum and breed that little belly of his again.

He cries out in pain, pushing with all his might many times over before one of the midwives announces the head is out. Once this happens you've been asked to move to the side, which you oblige. At this point your cock is at near full mast in your trousers and needs attention immediately.

As the boy bears down with another contraction, you reach inside and begin stroking your length slowly, not wanting to cum too quickly. However this proves difficult at you watch his belly tighten again, the skin rippling across as he pushes hard one last time and the room is suddenly filled with a shrill cry of new lungs.

"It's a boy." The midwife says. "We will clean him off while you rest. There is still another in there!" She says with urgency.

"Wait...another?" The exhausted you man says with defeat. You spurt cum in your pants hearing that your theory was right. He really was meant to be bred if he was having twins on the first go.

"Yes, another. Be ready to push again soon."

As the boy slumps bonelessly against the cushion, your cock is already twitching, eager for the next babe to be pushed out.

Before long the young man is breathlessly pushing, his entrance straining against the babe's head.

"I think--" He pants. "I think it's stuck!"

"I know, I know. But you must keep pushing!" The midwife urges. Your length is hard as a rock in your hand again and you stroke it excitedly, hearing that the second baby seems to be larger than the first. It wasn't surprising given how round his belly had been since the beginning.

"That's it, keep pushing! Another!"

He screamed, echoing down the corridors and into the night air. With one last push the head popped out, leaving him enervated on the floor.

"I need to change positions." He says breathlessly, before shifting to his hands and knees.

You could hardly believe your eyes and neither could your cock. He was now bent into the position in which you consistently fucked him raw. It was almost too good to be true, yet there he was; pushing out a second baby like an animal in heat. Your cock leaked precum all over your hand, but you held out just a bit longer.

He grunted and groaned loudly as he bore down again, pushing with all his strength. You pumped up and down your shaft, grunting and groaning in your own way, just much more quietly. His belly tightened and he screamed, then suddenly the second baby was out and you were cumming for the second time in almost as many minutes.

"It's a girl!" Said the midwife, before taking the baby away to be cleaned.

You relax against the wall, watching as your favorite conquest collapses to the floor, entirely spent and practically asleep. You decide it is time to take your leave.

You clean yourself up and before stepping out you go over to the barely conscious young man and say just loud enough for only him to hear: "I'll be back in a few weeks to fill that belly of yours all over again. Don't worry. I'll make sure you're never out of a job while you're here."

He gives the barest of mumbled responses as you step away and disappear into the night.

Six weeks later, true to your word, you are pounding him from behind for the fifth time that night. His little belly round and filled to the brim with your seed. You just know it's already taking root in his fertile womb. It wouldn't be long before his tummy began to swell with young and this time, it would be you that claimed his womb.

The reason why so many white boys are turning to Allah is simply because Muslims have what they will never have. A sizeable brown cock, thick lips and a voracious sex drive.

Western men want to feel like a pet. When a white boy first meets an Abdul or an Ahmed or a Mohammed they don’t see a regular human being, they see a god which they desperately need to worship…

i’m afraid we have a code red... for @xjoonchildx

rihanna attends nba all-star weekend (02/14/15)

hiii!! can I request jungkook and reader trying out cockwarming and jk absolutely loving it and now has to do it every night to stay close to y/n? or something like that lol

Not me trying to figure out what positions would work best for this lmao. Warning for nsfw content ahead!!

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It’s become habit at this point. If there’s enough time for it, Jungkook has you sitting pretty on his cock. It doesn’t matter when it is, if it’s possible then it’s probably happening; you can’t complain.

Most of the time it’s later at night after you’ve both arrived home from work, tired and ready to relax. It’s not long before both of you are stripped down on the couch, Jungkook maneuvering you to lay on your side in front of him, pussy spread around his half hard dick. It’s not really about fucking, not most of the time.

“Comfy baby?” Surprisingly, you are. Feeling him inside you, being so close to one another had become one of your favorite things. It’s intimate, not quite like sex but close enough. You nod whitely to him, eating it up as his strong arms wrap around you snuggly, your naked back pressing against his bare front.

“Good, wanna be close to you.” And he is, skin to skin, practically wrapped up in each other. It’s probably not possible for you to melt any further into him. What is possible though is for you to drift off, warm and safe in his arms.

“Sleep well baby…”