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Remember to smoke a lot of weed and blast music incredibly loud directly in your ears and not drink any water or eat any food today, okay?

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Robincore posting.

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eden carrying pc. thank u and good night

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hghghhhhh big hairy smelly protective strong possessive hunter dick and balls.........

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Sunny-side up forest man wishes you a good day too @tomboywife

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hey everyone its april fools. but dont worry i dont have anything planned. just going to sit here and...

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Hi guys i'm so glad no one's doing april fAAAAAAAHHH AHHHHHH AAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! WHO DID THSI

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i think the secret to writing is to be sad and then write the sad thoughts out. then you will be still kind of sad but feel less alone AND have several words in a google doc

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what if kylar turns normal after he has kids. what if he becomes a nice young man who loves his spouse and goes to school fundraisers. what if he actively looks forward to taco tuesdays. what if he’s balding

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pc 1 introducing their feral german shepherd rottweiler hunting dog of a husband (eden) to pc 2‘s poodle husband who has never seen a twig or a leaf (avery)

i want to domesticate eden but. like. in a shitty way. like sure he’s housebroken and he plays well with other husbands but he still chases you around the yard and humps your leg

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i want to domesticate eden but. like. in a shitty way. like sure he’s housebroken and he plays well with other husbands but he still chases you around the yard and humps your leg

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vrelnir degrees of lewdity i am speaking directly into your ear. i need to bury my face in eden’s armpits immediately

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gn!reader/m!eden. cw for implied stockholm syndrome, descriptions of violence, and self-image issues. 1.14k words.

thinking about worshiping eden’s body.

it starts small. it has to. he’s not used to it. he’s sat in front of the fire, and something long-forgotten bubbles inside him when you bend over and kiss the scar on his cheek.

he doesn’t like it. are you making fun of him? it sure feels like it. your skin is so clear, so soft and smooth compared to his, rough and marred. it’s as if you’re taunting him when you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.

there’s no malice in your smile, though. just warmth. he’s not sure what to think about that.

you’ve both lived hard lives. it’s not easy to relax. eden handles it differently than you do. he can bury himself in work or in you and pretend he's not afraid. he still tosses and turns most nights, but his sleep is only ever interrupted by you, teary-eyed and shaking as you curl up in his chest.

he traces his thumb over your cheek and pulls you close. “you’re okay,” he murmurs, voice low. he’ll keep you safe. he pulls his flannel open and you do your best to squirm inside, white-knuckled grip on his shoulders.

you’re not like this often. not anymore, at least. your eyes are red and puffy, bottom lip trembling while you hiccup. eden’s never been good with words, so he holds you tight and presses an uncharacteristically soft kiss to your neck.

it’s hard to be anxious in his arms. both protected and vulnerable, your breathing slows and you can begin to relax. there’s no bailey, no leighton, no doctors or buyers or nightmares when you’re held so tight.

you think you love him. you really hope you do.

whispering, you tell him you’re sorry for waking him up. you can make it up to him, though. he frowns. are you sure you’re up for this?

you throw the blanket off his bed and roll on top of him. “please. let me take care of you for once,” and he can’t bear to say “no” to you anymore. he doesn’t have time to worry about that, though. not when you kiss him so tenderly, like he’s worth kissing.

you pull away and press your lips to his cheek once again. he winces. the scar’s an old one, but he can’t cover it up like the ones that cross his chest. he tenses when you shift down to his pecs. there’s a fresh one there, one he wears thanks to you.

you still wanted to go to town. to check in on robin, to drop goodies off at the museum, to finish your classes and pretend that someday you might be able to have a normal life with a comfortable job and a little apartment. you were safer at eden’s than at the orphanage, but the trek through the forest was a long and lonely one. it was easy to get caught off guard, wild animals biting at your body, making you scream. you were lucky eden liked you so much - if anyone else had scared off his prey, he’d have been furious. but for you? he can fight off a wolf or two. maybe he was a bit too focused on your fragile frame tangled in the undergrowth to notice the claws tearing through his shirt and skin.

you hadn’t left the cabin for a while after that. it was a deep cut, and no matter how much he tried to hide it, the pain he was in destroyed you.

so you try to kiss it better. you’re so grateful for him, you appreciate how hard he works, you love the sound of his voice and the way he moves and the way he looks. he won’t believe you if you say it. instead, you trail down his body, running your hands over his soft muscles.

it’s always been a bit strange to you how much effort he puts into his appearance. something about it is endearing, but there’s a quiet sadness to it that he tries to mask.

you think he’s perfect. you try to show him, your tender gaze meeting his as you pepper his scars with gentle kisses.

i love you for you, not in spite of you, you think. you’re sure of it.

neither one of you will be satisfied like this, though. with a final kiss to the long scar stretching across his abdomen, you move further south and nuzzle your cheek against his thigh, lips brushing against his cock.

he raises an eyebrow when you press your lips to the side of his shaft, then position your face underneath it. it feels like it dwarfs your head in length. his eyes narrow, then squeeze shut when your tongue grazes his balls. he hisses through his teeth. he doesn’t particularly enjoy surprises, but he can make an exception just this once - it’s hard to be angry when he sees his dick stretched across your face, struggling to fit his low-hanging sack into your mouth. you’re torn between burying your nose in his pubes to take the full thing into your mouth and keeping your eyes on his, even as your cheeks burn.

you love every part of him. even the parts of him that don’t make you feel good. even the parts that he thinks are ugly, that he wants to hide from the world. you want to prove it.

you feel his cock throb against your face as you swallow more of him, lips wrapped around him. his legs tense up and his hands find their way to the back of your head, pushing you further down. your tongue finds itself swirling around him, reaching the backside of his sack while his precum drools onto you.

he’s never seemed so wild before. his grip is tight, not from a desire to control, but from a need for more. you like seeing him panting, teeth gnawing at his bottom lip.

you look a bit like a squirrel, cheeks stuffed with his nuts. it would make you laugh if you could form any coherent sounds. the vibrations in your throat seem to please him, though, since he groans and tangles his broad, calloused fingers into your hair.

“so good to me,” he mumbles, pulling your head back. you whine - you weren’t finished yet. but he’s taken the reins once more, pulling you up by your shoulders until your hips come to rest just above his. his cock twitches.

“if you’ve gotten all the sappy shit out of the way,” he huffs, “i’d love to get started.”

back to his comfort zone. to ignoring his feelings for a while longer. that’s fine. you have all the time in the world to show him just how wonderful he is.

you hope he’s got some idea after tonight.

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Dinner with Avery

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How do u think eden would react to PC trying to be have intercourse with less rough housing and more love? Like actual love making. Slow, deep, staring into each others eyes, i love yous, i wish you could be vulnerable with me, i want to know you, i love how u show u love me when u do things for me when i ask. Etc. Lots of scar kisses the whole shebang.

Very confused at first. And they'll be a little more rough because they takes it as a challenge to their authority.

After some time introducing softer things slowly, they'll grow to liking it. Now they know it's not you saying that you're the boss - that you're actually showing them appreciation for taking care of you - they'll melt into your hand on their face.

It's almost embarrassing to them when your lips trail over their scars. It's drawing attention to the things that make them self conscious, but you do it in the exact way that tells them they shouldn't be. These scars are a mark of pride; they're proof that Eden has made it all of these years taking beatings and yet they still keep on surviving.

The 'l love yous' make them blush heavily, but it's a rush to their head to know that you are so enamoured with them. You'll do exactly as they say, won't you? You won't leave them. You belong to them. Forever.

The orgasms are less intense during these sessions, but they feel more satisfying and sweet. They still pull away rather quickly after. They can't yet handle the intimacy of aftercare.

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Now up on AO3, if you’d prefer to read there!

M!Eden/Wolfgirl!Reader. Eden takes advantage of your heat. CW for extremely dubious consent and choking. 1.6k words.

Eden’s not quite sure what to make of you. The sooner you give in, the sooner he can weaken his iron grip. You know it, and he knows you know it, but you still seem hell-bent on making his life difficult.

Your tail reminds him of the pack. You insist on fighting him at every opportunity like they do, too. Just his luck.

Eden groans. He’s reluctant to get up – he’s got important work to do (not least of which is training you), but being fought day after day tends to take the fire out of a man. When he unties your leash from the headboard and tugs, though, there’s none of the resistance he’s used to.

Strange.

He turns, half-expecting to see you’ve run off in the night, but you stand behind him, present as ever. You’re wearing an expression he’s never seen before - the indignation he’s grown accustomed to is still there, but it’s masked by a bowed head, drooping ears, and a worrying dose of shivers.

His first thought is that you’re ill. Sure, you’ve looked miserable the whole time you’ve been here, but this is different.

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M!Eden/Wolfgirl!Reader. Eden takes advantage of your heat. CW for extremely dubious consent and choking. 1.6k words.

Eden’s not quite sure what to make of you. The sooner you give in, the sooner he can weaken his iron grip. You know it, and he knows you know it, but you still seem hell-bent on making his life difficult.

Your tail reminds him of the pack. You insist on fighting him at every opportunity like they do, too. Just his luck.

Eden groans. He’s reluctant to get up – he’s got important work to do (not least of which is training you), but being fought day after day tends to take the fire out of a man. When he unties your leash from the headboard and tugs, though, there’s none of the resistance he’s used to.

Strange.

He turns, half-expecting to see you’ve run off in the night, but you stand behind him, present as ever. You’re wearing an expression he’s never seen before - the indignation he’s grown accustomed to is still there, but it’s masked by a bowed head, drooping ears, and a worrying dose of shivers.

His first thought is that you’re ill. Sure, you’ve looked miserable the whole time you’ve been here, but this is different.

He can’t imagine what you would have come down with, though. You’re the only person he’s been around, and he feels fine. Allergies, maybe?

Whatever the cause, you’re much better behaved. He can question it later. If it happens to make you rely on him more, well, he won’t complain. For now, he’s content to enjoy his breakfast without the side of snark you usually add.

The quiet throughout the rest of the morning is welcome, though a bit disconcerting. He keeps a watchful eye on you - this could be a ploy to run off - but by the time he ties you to a tall pine behind the cabin, he’s convinced you just feel like shit. That, or you’ve finally realized he’s taking care of you. He huffs at the thought. Silence wasn’t the thanks he expected, but he’ll take what he can get.

He splits log after log, occasionally sparing a look in your direction. It’s not until he’s started stacking the firewood that he realizes you’re fiddling with something. Immediately, he rushes to your side, ready to beat your conniving little ass raw – until he sees exactly what you’re doing.

Your hand is sandwiched between your thighs, a shameless display of lust and want. Frantically humping your fingers, you don’t even notice Eden - you’ve held back all day, and now you’re desperately trying to cum before he notices your arousal. Your eyes are squeezed shut and you’ve bitten your lip raw trying to stifle your moans. When he grabs your jaw, though, you know you’re done for.

“Hiding something?” He grins. “Move your hand.”

You can’t stop - hell, realizing he was there barely slowed you down - and so he grabs your wrist and pins it to the thick trunk behind you. He kneels and hoists one of your legs over his shoulder, giving him a perfect view of your throbbing, drooling pussy.

“Is this for me? Didn’t realize you were such an animal.”

“It’s not - I’m not! I-”

“Stop,” he orders. For the first time, you obey. He smiles. “You’re acting like a bitch in heat. Have some dignity.” There’s a twitch of malice to his words, though it’s overshadowed by his pride and lust. “Is this why you’ve been so good all day?” he asks, his thumb tracing the outline of your engorged cunt.

His touch is feather-light, but it’s enough to make you shudder and gasp. Eden chuckles.

“Cute. Why’d you hide this? You clearly need some attention.” He releases his grip on your hand and reaches behind you, tugging at your tail. You yelp.

With his fingers tangled in your fur, his eyes widen.

“...Are you actually in heat?” You nod, frantic and shaky, and a shit-eating grin spreads across his face.

“You poor thing.” He doesn’t sound sympathetic. “…I could help you, but I’m not sure I should with how you’ve been acting. If you don’t want me to take care of you, then you can handle this on your own. Right?”

You sure as hell don’t want to find relief with him, but you’ve been toying with yourself for hours. His smugness is tolerable; the want in your core is not. You swallow your pride.

“...No. No, I can’t. Eden, please-”

You’re cut off by him pulling on your leash. He’s wrapped most of it around his palm, leaving you little slack. Despite him being on his knees, you’re hardly taller than he is, especially not when he yanks the rope down.

”Good girl. You’ve got lots of apologizing to do.” With a surprisingly gentle kiss to your hips, Eden rolls your leg off his shoulder and stands tall. With the leash wrapped tight around his hand, Eden has total control of your head. He doesn’t let the cord go taut, though.

“Down. On your knees.”

You oblige, shaky legs resting on the damp ground. He keeps his hand on the back of your head, occasionally trailing his thumb under the base of your ears. It makes you shiver.

“Was that so hard?” You shake your head, and he smiles.

“Good. Get to work, then.”

Eden uses his foot to spread your knees apart, the worn leather of his boots soft and unfamiliar. He wedges his shoe between your cunt and the ground. You instinctively rock your hips against it, but your mind is racing – this is ridiculous. He’s going to just let you get off? Sure, fucking yourself on his footwear is incredibly degrading, but –

Your thoughts are cut off when he pulls up on your leash.

Oh. Oh no.

“Why’d you stop? Keep going.” He doesn’t give you any more slack – when you try to sit back down, you choke.

“Can’t,” you whine. “Please, I need-” you don’t bother finishing your sentence, instead reaching up to tug at the tether. Your stomach sinks when he laughs at you.

“Show me how bad you want it.”

Tears prick at your eyes. Of course he can’t make it easy. You desperately hump at the air – each time his shoelaces brush against your thighs, you whine – but if you want any actual stimulation, your collar is going to choke you.

(In the back of your mind, you wonder when you started thinking of it as your collar.)

Gritting your teeth, you hold your breath and sink down onto his boot. Electric shocks rip through you, the smooth, protective material already glossy with your juices. It’s slick and easy to rock against, and you take full advantage, your hips rolling back and forth. Your bliss is only broken when he tugs on your leash, forcing the oxygen from your lungs and dragging you out of ecstasy. It hurts – not the choking, but the separation. You cling to every sliver of friction you can.

His twisted smile has only grown since you gave in. “Knew you’d come around eventually,” he murmurs, though you hardly hear it. Like the generous man he is, Eden grants you enough leave to wiggle back down onto his boot. It’s fun seeing you debase yourself, and positive reinforcement is important - it wouldn’t do to punish you when you’re finally being good for him.

You take full advantage. The tight lacing creates a ribbed texture that drives you wild as you gasp for air. You rut into his boots again and again and again, choking out whimpers all the while. Even when your vision blurs and you have to sit up straight for air, you barely notice the bulge in his trousers – you’re single-minded, desperate to shine your captor’s shoes.

“Look at me,” he commands, and you listen. Panting and shuddering, your heavy-lidded gaze meets his, hips jerking into the air as he pulls you off him. He lifts his hand, tightening your leash so that you’re struggling to breathe even as you sit up straight.

“Choke yourself out, and I might let you cum.”

His grip is iron as you hiss, your fangs buried in your bottom lip.

He’s sadistic. Perverted. A complete and utter asshole.

And you can’t bear to disobey.

It was bad enough when you weren’t on the edge of orgasm, legs trembling and a tightness in your core that’s ready to snap at any moment.

Fine. Fine, you can deal with this.

You gulp down as much air as you can before slamming down onto his boot, grinding against him as fast as your body will allow. He looks lecherous, licking his lips as you thrust your clit against him again and again and again and –

You cum. Hard enough to see stars. Collapsing against Eden’s leg, you can’t be bothered to breathe anymore, instead trying to ride out the shock waves tearing through you. Perhaps there’s some kindness in him – as the corners of the world start to go dark, Eden finally unravels the rope, letting you splutter and gasp for air.

“Good girl,” he huffs. Even as shudders rock your body, you hump against him, desperate to cum over and over again.

“You’ve got a lot more work to do, you know.��� You whimper as he slides his foot back, leather pulling at your folds one final time. Panting and shaking, you clatter to the ground.

Eden tenderly grabs your hand, pulling you off the ground. You lean against his strong body, your legs trembling like a fawn’s. He smiles. Slinking his arm around your shoulder, he patiently walks you back into the cabin.

“Hope you don’t think that was enough to make it up to me.”