Everybunny's Into Bunny Subs But Hear Me Out:

Imagining getting pregnant while in a polycule. Maybe there’s three or four of us, but I’m the only one willing or that can conceive. We all want children, have decided how we’d raise them, and they decide it’s time to knock me up and make us the parents we’ve always wanted to be. I’m off T for a few months, off birth control, ovulating.

We all get together the one night, and have me lay down on the bed in one of their laps, kissing between their legs, maybe I can hear them chuckle a bit from above me as they guide me further between, lapping at them. Then one of the other members goes between my legs, cock thrusting in, telling me how well I’m taking it, that I’m gonna be such a good little papa for our little one. The one I’m laying on soothes me, repeats what a good hole I am, how pretty I’ll look as their pregnant man. And the fourth waits their turn, smoothing their hands over my belly, telling me they can feel how deep it’s going, stroking in tandem with the thrusts.

When the first lets it out inside of me, their seed, filling me to the brim, the next comes over and does the same, with quicker thrusts, less languid and loving than the first out of sheer desperation, the need to inseminate me. The pure desire to watch me swell up with a child.

And when I finally get that positive test, I’m doted on, loved, hands on my belly, kisses down my neck. Prince treatment for their good, pregnant boy. Discussions about whose sperm actually made me swell like this, until we go for that pivotal ultrasound, the first checkup. We find out it’s twins, fraternal. There’s a chance they’ve both done it. We hope for it.

Of course, with two in there, I get heavy quickly. Looking ready to pop by midway through, what would usually be a cute, barely cumbersome bump is stretched and heavy, making me huff and waddle around as all three of my partners continue to dote, to kiss, to help me with those needs I can no longer reach between my legs. They’d tease me when they see how much my tdick twitches when they remind me I was so good for them, to the point I gave us two. And they’ll have all four of us to care for them in the way they deserve, as a unit, our own little village. I’d be able to cum with a warm swell in my chest, feeling loved, cared for, that heavy weight in my belly in the way I feel I need.

The prince treatment for their perfect breeder.

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you should let me trip sit you btw

You may be in her dms, but I’m tied up and blindfolded in her basement while wearing a collar and leash. All while she pulls me around like a puppy, making me worship her body

who wants to teach me how to kiss while saying stuff like "poor thing you're shaking" and "nice and easy kiddo" and "open up for me"

Thinking about someone being broken and trained to be an attack dog… Teeth sharpened, nails turned into claws. Muzzled and gagged — dogs don’t speak — except when it’s sicced against others in the same position in vicious dogfights, encouraged to be aggressive and to scratch and bite and win, because no one wants to know what happens to the runt, the loser, the one taken away and never seen again. Taught to track and outrun and subdue a prey, as that’s the only way to earn a really good meal instead of the usual kibble and water. Made to mount and fuck the whimpering, begging, weak thing underneath — wait, is that the loser of last week or someone else — and if the pace of its hips falters, whether out of pity or exhaustion or something else, the sharp hit of a cane quickly remedies that. Disobedience or sympathy to its weakers will only earn it a place as someone else’s bitch, until it lies ruined with holes bleeding, until it won’t hesitate next time and instead breeds its appointed target with violent, fear-laced and bitemarked fury. A human turned into an animal that understands that pleasure and safety can come only from obeying the master and attacking everything else before they can do the same.

guess whos at risk of homelessness again :)

im not gonna get into the weeds of it because i learned this at 6am and im running on very low sleep but please help me out if you can spare any amount of money right now

im still in the middle of getting my ID shit sorted and getting a diagnosis for my disability so im unable to work, and the people im living with are becoming considerably less patient and considerably more demanding of me.

please, if you can, i just need to stay afloat so that if/when i get booted out of here i have something to fall back on, but more than anything i just need to keep hold of the precarious situation im in for just a little longer while i get back on my feet.

thank you <3

You know what I want ? I want someone to sit on my lap with their bladder full, squirming and whining and telling me they can't keep it in, really, they're going to burst. They take deep breathe, try to squeeze their legs shut, bounce and try to talk just to distract themselves.

And I shush them, I tell them it's okay, tell them how good they're doing... and I massage their bladder, I play with what I find under their skirt, until finally, finally they can't hold on anymore.

I can already imagine the warmth spreading over both of us, the sounds, the smell. The moaning in my hear, their entire body relaxing, the irresistible urge to hump each other...

sometimes you call a girl your daughter and something changes in her face and you realise she’s never had someone call her that before. and you start fucking her more gently and kissing her more tenderly and touching her all over and whispering that daddy loves his little girl. and when she cums she tells you you’re the best dad a girl could ask for. afterwards you hold her tight, enveloping her in your big strong arms, letting her feel like a little girl for as long as she needs