#i like to think about the way theyd growl. a spiked collar or jacket. the way theyd press their nose into my soft skin and sink their hands

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thinking about being a sheepgirl with a big butch guard dog whose finally broken the tension between us and started kissing marks into my neck.

them growling about how they've wanted to for so long while my voice wavers and my arms wrap around their shoulders for stability. theyd get on top of me and be everywhere, caging me in with their arms braced on either side of my head, helping me shut out the world n just focus on trying to grind against their bulge. Id get to feel their back muscles work as they leaned back n helped me wrap my legs around their waist.

I want them to look down at me and get lost in the needy look in my eyes and the flutter of my long eyelashes, only to lose their swagger when I blurt out "fuck me. I want you- I've wanted you to fuck me." I like to think they'd never expect me to be so vulgar and direct about it. either way i want to hear them let out a strangled, surprised little noise. i want their eyes to drop down to between my legs, biting their lip a little, and instinctively bucking their hips ever so slightly. all i want is to whine n pout n clutch at them and force their hunger become too great to resist