#it’s a primal urge to wanna kiss his cheeks

[shameanon]

category is: your camera roll if you were dating harry

[dilf-c0nn0isseur]

soft, gentle sex with logan howlett x fem!reader

NSFW!

a/n: just a short little smut scenario where we get to see soft, lovey logan:) enjoy!

With Logan, there were two ways he would fuck you-

Rough; his primal and animalistic urges showing as he pounded you, profanities slipping through his lips, teeth grazing those sensitive spots on your body that never failed to turn you into a moaning, quivering mess.

And the other, well, that's how he made love to you tonight.

You had just gotten out of the shower, a white towel wrapped snug around your body, hair still dripping small beads of water down your back. You pushed the door to the bedroom open where you saw Logan lying on the bed. One hand was folded behind his head, the other draped across his exposed chest. Upon seeing you enter, his eyes dragged slowly up your body, taking every inch of you in visually. He opened his arms up, an invitation to come lay with him.

"C'mere Bub," he said.

"You don't have to tell me twice."

You smiled softly as you crossed the room and flopped down onto the bed next to him, towel still hugging your frame. Logan immediately scooped you up in his arms. He held you against his chest on top of him. You watched as he leaned in and took in a whiff of your freshly washed hair. "Smell so good," he mumbled against your neck. One of his hands traced up and down your back and back up to your hair where he entangled his fingers, gently rubbing your scalp.

"That feels so good Lo," you sighed. "Could put me right to sleep."

He continued his massage. "How'd I end up with a woman as great as you?"

His compliment made you blush. He was so appreciative of you.

"And how'd I end up with The Wolverine being such a sweetheart to me?," you quipped back with a small smile as you raised your head up to look him in the eyes. He brought his other hand to your face and gently cupped your cheek with it, running a coarse thumb over your soft skin. "You're the only one who gets that sorta treatment princess."

He leaned up and planted a soft kiss against your lips to which you sighed. The friction of your body against his, your small frame compared to his larger, muscular one, made him melt. You felt a familiar hardened bulge against your thigh through his sweatpants.

"That cause of me?," you teased gently, acknowledging his boner.

He chuckled and pushed your hair behind your ears. "Y'know it Bub."

You sat up, legs now straddling him on either side. You gazed down at him as you loosened the towel around you, letting it slip off. His breath hitched in his throat and his boner grew somehow harder beneath you. His eyes drank in every inch of you, admiring you as if you were a Goddess who decided to bless him, out of everyone you could have, him.

"Beautiful."

His low, husky voice switched a flip inside of you. Warmth built up in your stomach. Your hand began to slid down to the waist band of his sweatpants, eager to pull out his length and get him inside of you, but you were stopped. Logan's hand was wrapped around your wrist. A confused look crossed your face.

"Not tonight, sweetheart. I wanna be able to hold you while I make love to you," he said. His hands grabbed your sides, gently, and rolled you over to where he was on top of you. In another swift movement, he removed his sweatpants, every inch of him now visible to you.

"I want you so bad Logan."

"If only you knew how bad I wanted you, princess."

You reached between your bodies, hand wrapping around his thick cock, earning a sharp inhale from Logan. He placed his hand over yours and helped guide himself to your entrance, now dripping wet. Feeling his tip slide between your folds forced a whimper out of you. "Tell me you want this," he whispered, bringing his forehead down to meet yours. You stared into his eyes, now only inches from his face. "Please, Logan. I want this."

With a low grunt, he began pushing inside of you, slowly. Your head fell back against the pillow. You loved it when he took his time with you like this. His cock was now halfway sheathed inside of you and you felt yourself stretch around him.

"God, you're so tight," he groaned.

"Give me all of it."

Logan leaned down and connected your lips in a slow, messy kiss as he thrusted his hips into you until you felt them make contact with your skin, indicating that his full length was now hidden deep inside of you. You moaned against his lips as you felt him push forward into the end of your cunt. That's how big he was. Able to fill up every inch of you. "That's music to my ears darlin'," he said with a deep exhale.

He began to thrust in and out of you, settling into a steady rhythm.

This sex was slow, yet it burned with passion. You could sense how bad he wanted you as he pushed as deep as he could with each thrust. Using one of his arms, he hitched your leg up around him, somehow giving him access to deeper thrusts.

Just when you thought it couldn't get better, you felt his thumb drag down your stomach and land on your swollen clit. You yelped as he placed pressure on it.

"Fuck, Logan, right there."

"I know."

And he did. He knew exactly what you wanted. Exactly what you needed.

His thumb began tracing circles around your clit, forcing a knot begin to build in your stomach. Your breasts rocked with each of his thrusts. Now, his lips were latched onto your nipple. He was sending waves of pleasure all over your body. "You're gonna make me cum," you said between a string of moans. He lifted his head so that his mouth was planting sloppy, wet kisses against your neck and collarbone. "Hold it Bub," he plead with you. "Let me finish with you."

You gave him a quick acknowledging nod and bit your lip. That knot grew tighter by the second, each thrust and circle of your clit threatening to unravel you. Your walls tightened around him and a deep, husky groan left his lips against your flesh. His thrusts started to become uneven.

"Fuck baby, let go. Let go with me."

With his permission, you gave into your orgasm, back arching up towards his toned body. With another couple of sporadic thrusts, you could feel him release his load into you.

In the peak of your shared climax, his free hand found yours and intertwined your fingers. He squeezed it tight as thrusted into you, pushing every last bit of his cum deep inside of you.

The two of you road out your orgasms to the very last second. Logan collapsed against you, his cock growing soft inside of your dripping pussy. You stroked his hair and sighed. "That was amazing," you whispered.

He wrapped you back up in his arms, holding you tight against him. All he wanted was to be close to you. "If that doesn't show how much I love you, I don't know what would."

[toxycodone]

ship. Laios Touden x Reader

content. nsfw + gender neutral reader + period sex + bloodplay/kink

You and Laios have a pretty decent sex life. It’s a lot smoother than most couples. Laios is surprisingly into trying new things. The two of you share your kinks pretty openly. (Which is pretty necessary, considering that Laios is such an avid fan of roleplay…but that’s another story).

You two are in bed, kissing and messing around a little. This is common, you two gently feeling each other up. It doesn’t always go farther than this—most of the time it’s just you showing some affection—but it takes a little turn when Laios’s fingers start to trail under your night shorts.

Your breath catches in your throat, but not in a usual positive sense. You stop Laios in his tracks by grabbing his wrist.

“Hey, stop.” He abides. Before he can look at you puppy dog eyes and fall over himself apologizing, you speak. “I’m on my period. Didn’t want you to accidentally stick your fingers in blood.”

You expect his face to twist in discomfort, for Laios to do his usual dorky laugh to offset the awkwardness and for him to cuddle you to sleep. However…he gets that look. The one where his expression doesn’t really change, and you can see the cogs start to turn in his mind. He can’t be…?

“Are you in the mood?” He asks. He’s avoiding what’s really on his mind by testing how you feel. You just go along with it instead of pressing for now.

“To be honest, yeah.” You shrug. “But I don’t need to do anything.” “Well…” Laios looks away from you before spouting his biology facts. “Y’know, an orgasm releases endorphins. Dopamine. Oxytocin. The good chemicals, happy ones.” His fingers dip under your waistband again now. He doesn’t seem thwarted by the fact you’re on your cycle. “If you want…I don’t mind. Y’know, I can... Help you. Make you feel good, and—“

“Just say what’s on your mind Laios.”

He takes a breath, then sighs it out. Laios’s cheeks flush pink as he speaks.

"I still want to have sex with you. Even though you're on your period, I'm curious. I wanna try it."

"Are you sure?' You ask. He might be a bit swayed by different forms of media. So you want to ensure he knows what he's getting into. "It's messy. And it smells. And you're gonna get blood all over yourself if you do."

He nods, but his interest hasn't been quelled. He's oddly into this. Really into this.

"You just really want to know what it tastes like, huh?"

Cue his cute little blush.

Laios scrambles to get a towel when you give him the go ahead. Of course he wants to experience this, but he knows he can't just hop on into it. He wants to make sure you're comfortable and into it as well before he starts exploring.

Laios is EXTREMELY into period sex. You're so warm, so wet without him even trying. Sex this way is one of his favorite things to do. And it helps that each orgasm he gives you makes your cramps and other symptoms much less severe.

He really leans into the more primal side of it. Some things still linger from his time as a monster, and one of those is his affinity for blood. The sight and smell of it drives him wild. He'll start to growl and fuck you more roughly, digging his fingernails into your skin while he pounds into you. (Also...since the risk of pregnancy is low on your period...he's finishing balls deep inside. He cant resist the urge.)

And his teeth sink into the flesh of your neck when he finishes. The taste of your blood is addictive to him...you bring out a more monstrous side of Laios that's gotten buried deep within his psyche.

Your blood acts like an aphrodisiac to him. His senses are much more sensitive. You smell weak--like prey--and he wants to take advantage of you. He'll make sure he has his fill of all you have to offer and then some.

And speaking of tasting your blood...period head is always on the table. That coppery taste others may refuse is one he finds delicious (blame his appetite and newfound monstrous palette).

It's actually a sight to behold. Laios's mouth stained with blood as he's buried between your thighs. He'll look up at yours, eyes dark with lust, before gripping the meat of your thigh and pulling you flush against him again so he can consume you with fervor.

And Laios is SO ridiculously shameless about it too. After you've spent yourself on his face, he'll rest his chin on your stomach and wipe his mouth off with the back of his hand--only to lick the blood smears off his pale skin. It's so obvious he enjoys eating you.

[cordeliawhohung]

i've been thinking a lot about this ghost x fem!reader smut drabble where he makes you look at yourself in the mirror while he fucks you and well, consider this a part two.

warnings: smut (minors dni thanksssss) fem!reader, mirror sex (obvi) Simon is very teasing.... a lot of praise

here's my masterlist if you want more....

Soon enough, the lone mirror on the bedroom wall wasn't enough for Simon. You had accidentally led a horse to water and he would not stop drinking.

He made good use of the mirror in the bedroom, but it wasn't uncommon to find yourself bent over the bathroom counter, face mere inches away from a mirror fogged up by the shower the two of you had taken together. It was like some primal need developed in Simon, and he fucked you with such passion it left your mind reeling.

But things really changed when a mirror was installed on the ceiling over the bed.

You thought it was going a bit far, and honestly, you weren't sure Simon would be satisfied until the entire room was covered in a reflective sheen. How was he even supposed to benefit from it, anyway? The ceiling? Really?

It wasn't until he had you on your back, pinned underneath him, that you realized that the mirror wasn't for his pleasure; it was for yours.

It was enough for you without the mirror, really. Feeling the way his cock bullied itself into you, brushing against your walls with such fervor you felt like you were going to burn from the inside out. Even just the way he looked at you made your body threaten to come undone.

But that fucking view?

That view of your legs spread wide to accommodate Simon's hips as he pressed himself into you over and over again? That view of the tense muscles in his back, tight with the way he supported his own weight as he leaned down to press hungry kisses to your neck? Fuck...

He must have known by the way you tightened around him that you had realized what the mirror was for, and you felt him grin against your neck.

"Enjoying the view, love?" he asked. His voice was low and surprisingly even, despite the pace his hips were rutting into you.

You couldn't even think of what to say in response to him. All you could focus on was him. You wrapped your arms around his torso where the tips of your fingers dragged long lines across the skin of his back. In slow succession his muscles tensed and twitched under your touch, and it was the first time that you ever got to really see it for yourself.

Simon's hand slowly trailed up your throat until he grabbed your jaw, tilting your head up more as if your eyes hadn't already been focused on the mirror above you. The longer you stared, the more you felt your brain melt into mush.

"Look how fuckin' beautiful you are. Takin' me so goddamn well, sweetheart," he mumbled, the huskiness in his voice thick. His grip on your jaw tightened, but only slightly as his lips pressed against your ear. "I wanna hear you say it. Say how pretty you are, love."

You tried, you really did, but it felt like every single nerve in your body was fried from ecstasy. Fingers continued to dig into the rigid muscles of his back as you parted your lips to say something but nothing rolled out but a high pitched moan.

Not satisfied with your pathetic attempt at an answer, Simon buried himself deep inside of you and then stopped every single movement. You were so full of him. All you could focus on was the tip of his cock and how it prodded the deepest parts of you that had you squirming underneath him.

"C'mon," he urged. As if the playful tone in his voice wasn't enough, you could see the side of his cheeky grin in the mirror as he tilted his head to plant a kiss on your cheek. "Say it."

"I- fuck," you cursed. Right as you tried to speak, Simon pressed more weight against your hips, which sent a sparking jolt throughout your body. "I-I'm pretty..."

A dark hum rumbled in Simon's chest as his fingers let go of your jaw and moved so that his hand could brush along your cheek instead. "Yeah?" he prompted.

"I'm s-so fucking pretty," you repeated, this time with more confidence.

Without warning, Simon continued his thrusts, and the pleasure ripped through you so violently you swore it was going to tear you apart. Your vision blurred as your eyes fluttered shut and your back arched off the bed. Even with your eyes shut you could still see the image of Simon's body hovering over yours as he fucked you senseless.

"Atta girl," he praised, his thrusts becoming more needy and almost desperate. "Beautiful girl. My gorgeous fuckin' girl. So goddamn perfect, and don't you ever forget that."

[soshirohoshinasimp]

Soshiro Hoshina when you size him up

inspired by: @Yoredoesmore (

Tw: Slight suggestive material, fluff, kissing, language. 

Wc: 701

Genre: Fluff/suggestive?? (does it count…?)

Note: sorry for any mistakes, once again typing on my phone.@jjkamochoso-main @imthecosmicbasball

Vice Captain Soshiro Hoshina, known to you as your boyfriend, had just wrapped up a grueling day battling kaiju, buried under a mountain of reports in his office. As a tech specialist for the department, your day involved monitoring and checking kaiju vitals. Having the desire to see your boyfriend again, you made up some bogus excuse to go see him. Skipping over to his office, you head into his office before knocking. “Excuse me, you have to knock before coming into my office!” he scoffed. “The fucking audacity”   You found him amidst the paperwork, despite his anger you entered with a smile.

His face lit up at the sight of you. "Oh, it’s just you Y/N-chan~!" he greeted cheerfully, before his expression returned to its stoic demeanor, diving back into the reports spread across his desk.

You approached softly, while he asked, "Why are you here, Y/N-chan?" His gaze remained fixated on the paperwork as you replied, "Just wanted to check on you, Vice-Captain Hoshina. Everything okay?"

"Shits tedious," he muttered, gesturing towards the stacks of documents. "Gotta do reports, which is so boring." His tone softened noticeably when he mentioned you. "But you always brighten up my day just by being here."

Wanting to lift his spirits, you decided to tease him playfully, knowing he found it cute when you did. You moved closer to his desk and got into a playful fighting stance.

"What are you doing?" he chuckled softly.

"Wanna go, bro?" you teased with mock confidence, throwing light air punches near his face. "Nah, you don’t want the smoke."

He simply looked at you with amusement, completely unfazed by your antics. "Yeah… you're probably trembling in fear by how intimidating I am," you teased further, pretending to throw an uppercut.

"Babe, sorry to break your heart. But you're not scary whatsoever," he countered playfully, regarding you with a look that suggested he found you adorable.

"Come on~! Boy, I'll have to let you know I am terrifying!" you continued to provoke him, maintaining your playful stance.

"Fine, if you insist," he finally relented, rolling back his chair and standing up. He went Into a mock fight stance.  

“Come at-” Before you could finish, he went at you

 with unsurprising speed that was as quick as a lightning bolt, he swiftly picked you up in a bridal hold, twirled you around, and placed you gently on his desk. You ended up facing him, with his hands firmly holding your waist, his face inches away from yours.

"Hey, that isn't fa—" you began, but he gently shushed you, leaning in closer.

"Guess I'll subdue ya," he murmured, releasing his left hand from your waist and gently placing it under your chin, urging you closer to him.

Caught off guard by his swift maneuver, you found yourself drawn in, inching closer to a kiss that seemed inevitable.

You could feel the heat spreading across your cheeks as his remaining hand slowly moved up from your waist to under your top, inching closer to your chest, , his fingers lightly grazing your skin.

 You opened your mouth to speak, but before any words could escape, his lips crashed against yours, silencing you in an instant. The intensity of his kiss was almost too much to bear, as if he couldn't get enough of you. Despite your best efforts to stay composed, your body began to betray you, responding to his touch with an almost primal desire. 

He pulled you closer, his arms encircling your waist.

 His kisses grew more demanding, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth as he deepened the embrace. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as he pressed against you, his hands wandering over your body, igniting a fire within you that you couldn't ignore. 

Any sounds you made were muffled into his mouth. 

Oh god, hes really not going to do it with you in here, right...?

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 Note: (thinking about making a series? Would it work?)

Note July 5th: Oh my gosh, I just realized my work is similar to another person's work. So I made a lot of changes and put their name at the top, so you can see their great work too.

[littlefireball]

can I get an idol yeosang x reader where they are chilling in the dorms and they start to go at it and while she starts to squirt onto Yeo, the other boys walk in and etc? Please make it your own as well💙

Thx for the request! Actually I once wrote a similar article, but that was wooyoung. This article is different from that of course ;)

ʏꜱ|ᴏᴏᴘꜱ! (ᴍ)

ɪᴅᴏʟ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ x ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ|ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀɴᴅᴄᴜꜰꜰ|ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ|ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx|ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴋɪɴᴋ|ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.5ᴋ

In the happiest moment, you find yourself lying on the couch with Yeosang, his arms wrapped around your waist from behind. His chest rises and falls against your back, enveloping you in his comforting scent.

Alone in the dorm, you can relax in his embrace, a rare display of affection between just the two of you. The rest of ATEEZ might find it surprising how clingy Yeosang can be when no one else is around.

"Wanna watch a movie?" he asks, planting a gentle kiss on your temple as he caresses your head.

"Any movie is fine," you reply. Yeosang scrolls through the movie options, unable to decide.

So that you suggest a game: closing your eyes and choosing a movie at random when he says stop. He agrees, and you quickly pick a movie to watch.

As the movie plays, you both become engrossed in the story. Suddenly, Yeosang notices something familiar on the screen.

"Do you recognize them?" he asks, but you brush it off, urging him to continue watching.

However, as the scene unfolds, it becomes clear that you've accidentally chosen an adult film.

The female was pushing onto the bed, her wrists and ankles were locked together with handcuffs. Both of their clothes were pulled down, lying naked on the bed making out.

"Hiss..." You finally remember these two characters and the name of this movie- fifty shades of grey.

Oh my god, you still can't believe what you have chosen.

As the female's moaning sound fills up the air, the erotic fantasy washes over both of you.

Although the sex scene is short, you both are turned on. The heat of the moment washes over you both, stirring desire and arousal. Your bodies react to the erotic scene, heartbeats quickening and pulses racing.

In the midst of the unexpected turn of events, you and Yeosang find yourselves drawn closer. You can feel he pushes further aiming for more friction and there is something hard nestling between your ass cheeks.

As you feel his hand trailing down to your tummy, a nervous excitement courses through you, causing you to bite your lip.

His touch circles gently, seeking permission, and you can't help but let out a soft moan, the sound escaping your lips accidentally.

"Babe, how should we handle this?" Yeosang's voice is a mix of concern and desire as he presses forward, showering your face with kisses.

His tongue traces over your skin, occasionally nipping playfully. You lean into him, granting him more access, your head resting on his shoulder.

"Let's figure it out together," you whisper, cupping his face with one hand and pulling him into a passionate kiss. He responds eagerly, deepening the kiss with a hint of urgency.

It surprises you, this slight roughness from him, as he's usually so gentle. Parting your lips, you welcome his tongue, the intimate dance between your mouths intensifying.

The sounds of your kissing and moaning drown out the background noise of the TV, creating a world where only the two of you exist. His hand moves to your pants, swiftly pulling them down and caressing your clit.

A soft moan escapes your lips as his thumb circles your sensitive nub, while his fingers slide smoothly into your warmth.

"You're so wet," he murmurs between kisses, his own desire evident. He's not one for dirty talk, but the movie seems to have ignited a primal side of him.

"I need to prepare you well before you take me," he breathes, his words fueling the fire within you. The sensations below send waves of pleasure through your body.

"I'm cumming, babe," you gasp as your walls tighten around his fingers, each thrust hitting your sweet spot with precision.

Juices flow, wetting his fingers and creating a slick, erotic sound.

"Let go for me," he urges, his voice husky with desire. You surrender to the climax, your head throws back in ecstasy.

"You did so well, darling," he praises, leaning in to kiss your lips.

"Babe, I want to try something," he suggests, tilting your head as he straddles you.

"You mean... handcuffs?"

"I know Wooyoung has a pair," he reveals, surprising you but also piquing your curiosity.

With a quick nod, you both share a knowing smile and he goes to wooyoung's room to get one.

Feeling a mix of nerves and excitement, it is a first for both of you to explore this new experience at Yeosang's request.

The anticipation is palpable as he returns with a handcuff and condom, his gaze fills with desire mirroring your own.

Following the lead of a character in a movie, he undressed both of you, leaving your bodies bare and vulnerable.

With a whispered reassurance to communicate any discomfort, you nodded as he secured your wrists and ankles with the cool touch of metal, igniting a fiery passion within you.

"Tell me if it's too much." As he rolls the condom onto his length, your nerves heightens with the anticipation of his entry.

"Love you babe." With a declaration of love, he positions himself at your entrance, his thrusts eliciting a primal response from deep within you.

"Hah~" The sensation of being restrained added a thrilling edge to the intimacy, intensifying every touch and movement between you.

Despite the unfamiliarity of being bound, you try to find a comfortable position, only to be thwarted by Yeosang's unyielding control. His rhythmic thrusts and the sound of your bodies meeting filled the room, heightening the intensity of the moment.

What you can do is throw your head on the armrest, just like what the female did in the movie, moan from Yeosang's movement.

Yearning to touch him, your attempts are thwarted by the restraints, forcing you to surrender to the pleasure he is giving you.

Your moans and cries of pleasure mingle with the sounds of your bodies coming together, creating a symphony of desire that enveloped you both in its embrace.

"Ah~ah~Sangie~"As he hits your most sensitive spot, the pleasure surges through you, driving him to push harder and faster.

The symphony of your lovemaking crescendoed, each movement bringing you closer to the edge of ecstasy, lost in the intoxicating dance of passion and desire.

"Please sangie, I want to touch you."

"Use your other hand then."

"You brat." He smirks at you as he picks up the pace, eliciting gasps and moans from you. The sound of your voice sends a jolt of electricity through his body, igniting a fire within him.

"Cum for me, babe," he urges, his own voice husky with desire. You moan uncontrollably, unable to contain the pleasure that courses through you, leaving you breathless and speechless.

You two don't expect there are so many sex scenes, as the rough skin slapping sound comes out from the TV, both kf your minds are consumed by a whirlwind of ecstasy, overwhelming your senses.

"Shit."

The sounds of passion from the TV blend with your own, creating a symphony of desire that heightens the intensity of the moment.

"I need deeper."

Yeosang places his hands on your head for support as he thrusts, each movement deliberate and deep, pushing you to the brink of pleasure. Your breath catches in your throat, your body arching in response to the overwhelming sensations.

Your leg wraps around his waist, drawing him closer, allowing him to delve deeper into your depths. The rhythm of his movements builds, driving you both towards the edge of ecstasy.

"Sangie," you cry out, on the cusp of release, the intensity of the moment almost reaching its peak. All you need is a few more thrusts, just ,more.

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"Why does Yeosang have the TV so loud? We can hear it outside," Wooyoung complains as he unlocks the door.

"Maybe he's playing video games?" Yunho suggests.

"But he doesn't need to blast it. Our neighbors might complain," Wooyoung argues.

"It's not that serious," Jongho counters.

The rest of ATEEZ knows you would stay company with yeosang, so they leave early for dinner. Now they come back and neither of you know what the other is doing.

"Hey, kang yeosang, turn the volume down!" Wooyoung shouts, only to be met with a shocking sight of you both in an intimate moment.

"WHAT THE FUCKK!!!" "HOLY SHIT!" They all swear in disbelief. You feel embarrassed and try to cover your face, forgetting that you are handcuffed.

"Hey, Yeosang, what the hell!" Wooyoung points to the handcuffs but quickly averts his gaze when he sees you naked.

"Hey, sangie..." You urge him to unlock the handcuff and escape as soon as possible.

However, he doesn't stop thrusting and smirks at you.

"What? Wanna join us?" Yeosang's face twisted into an evil smirk as he exposes you to the group without a care.

Oh, because he knows, he knows you have this kink or even want to try something new but you never told him. It's just that he noticed it himself. You can't help but let out a moan as he thrusts deeply.

Trying to stifle your sounds, you lock eyes with the stunned onlookers. They are unable to tear their gaze away from the sight of Yeosang moving in and out, and your body responding in kind.

"See, babe, they all want you."

[inkedells]

reader accidentally calling “daddy” dbf!joel !! i wanna know how he reacts 😫 btw i love reading ur stories!! 🫶🏻

A/N: i've been wanting to write this for so long and this request gave me an excuse to sooooo here ya go!

m!dni | requests open.

tags/warnings: daddy kink (obvs), shy!reader, dbf!joel lovessss dirty talk, like srsly the filthiest dirty talk, grinding, sorta kinda some reeaaaally light humiliation vibes, p in v

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The first time you blurted it out, Joel thought he was hearing things.

It was early morning. With your legs twisted into his, you had maneuvered yourself so that you were straddling his thigh as you both lay on your sides. Joel just embraced you, petting your hair and cooing dirty things and sweet things alike as you worked your hips against the warm heat of his skin.

“Mm,” You moaned, gently kissing the column of Joel’s neck as his large hands grabbed your ass and guided the movement of your hips. 

“C’mon, honey, use it. You’re not stopping ‘till my thigh’s soaked.”

Joel removed one of his hands from your backside in favor of stroking himself from beneath the cover of his boxers instead. The way he tented the fabric had you salivating, something primal taking over as you whispered, “Want it…”

Joel noticed the way your eyes were intensely trained on his crotch, and he immediately understood.

“What?” He pulled his cock from its confines, “You wanna fuck this instead?”

You bit your lip and nodded, completely aware of the blush rising to your cheeks.

“I’m not sure you want it bad enough, though,” Joel teased, and you knew immediately what this was about. He wanted to hear dirty, depraved things come out of your mouth. His favorite part about you being vocal was the way your arousal would make you stumble over your sentences and mumble just barely above a whisper as you whined between words.

Maybe it was the intoxication of his scent as you continued to grind against him eagerly, or the way he kept muttering, “I got you,” with every whimper that fell from your lips, but you were suddenly filled with an urge you didn’t know how to stave off.

It came out like a whisper. Something you could’ve easily shrugged off and insisted never happened.

“Daddy… Want it, please...”

The hands that were working your ass over before were now frozen.

You removed your face from the crook of Joel’s neck and looked up at him with hooded eyes as you continued grinding on his thigh.

Joel cracked a crooked smile. “It’s like that, huh?”

You blushed as you nodded hesitantly, hugging Joel tight as he untangled your legs from his own and rolled you onto your back, towering above you as he bracketed your hips with his knees.

“Don’t you worry, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna fuck you good and hard and deep, just how his baby needs.”

“Oh god, yes,” You moaned. Joel never took his eyes off you as he slipped off your panties and swiped a finger through your aching, wet folds.

“So fuckin’ wet. Anybody else get you like this?”

“No,” You whispered shakily, hands darting to grip Joel’s wrist as he worked against your pussy in tandem.

“Who? Who do you become a whining, wet, horny little mess for?”

“You, Daddy,” You whimpered, groaning at the loss when Joel pulled his hand away from your pussy in favor of taking his cock out of his boxers.

“Mm, that’s right. Baby’s gonna get fucked real messy now, that alright? Can Daddy stuff this cute little pussy to the brim with his cum?”

You hadn’t even responded yet when Joel suddenly pressed against your entrance with the tip of his cock and entered you in one smooth motion.

"Ruin it, Daddy."

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[amymbona]

Pls make a blurb about Reader forcing Patrick to help build a house for calico critters made with real wood and anything and this big man with big hands is just sewing tiny curtains, it sounds tew cute 🥹

It's not you who forces him but your baby girl Eleanor who doesn't like any of the houses displayed on the website. She has this particular idea about a princess looking three storey house with flowers and hearts, having provided Patrick with multiple sketches and thorough instructions on where the furtniture must be located.

"She's gonna be the death of me, I swear. Are you sure we can't find anything like this online?" Patrick mutters in partial annoyance, that is present mainly to find his distress, because - apart from tennis - he's not used to working with his hands at all.

You have a hard time focusing, unable to tear your eyes away from the typical dad stance - feet apart, balled fists resting on his hips - a belt with all the necessary tools ha going loosely around Patrick's hips. Damn, he looks really hot.

You rub his exposed arm, glad for the summer heat that made Patrick wear one of his sleeveless tops, and you thank god that Eleanor has currently gone to the local swimming pool with Lily and the Donaldsons. At least you don't have to control your primal urges.

"Oh, don't be so fussy babe. You're gonna nail it," you coo, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

The sight is a mix of both arousing and comical. Patrick's muscles flex as he cuts the wood planks with a hand saw, the motion reminding you of multiple different things. He's grunting and mumbling under his breath - Why did I agree to this? Goddamn, this is ridiculous. - eyes rolling onto the back of his head when he sees that one piece is smaller than the remaining three.

"Are you having any issues, darling?" you mock with a laugh from where you're sitting in the garden chair, legs crossed comfortably, glancing up from your book. His reaction makes you giggle.

Patrick shoots you a glance, brows furrowed, and a drop of sweat rolls down his cheek. "You wanna try it yourself, sweetheart?"

This is the peak dad performance in your eyes, with you lounging under the sun while your gorgeous husband looks absolutely stunning, sweat covered, with little insults leaving his mouth. He manages to get all the essential pieces before putting them all together, drilling screws into the wood to form the main box shape, and finally putting in the planks make for the storeys.

When the outline is finally done and painted all white, Patrick lets it dry outside and moves into the living now, now fighting with your sewing machine. Unfortunately, the little windows must have curtains.

"This is fucking devil's work. How do you even use that?" he's sitting there like a school boy about to cry over his math homework, completely lost.

You lean over him, your arms on either side of his head as you take one of the pink fabric squares. Patrick's breath hirches completely as you begin explaining the basics. "It's easy, just work slowly. First, you took the thread - yup, here - then just place it there, under the needle."

Your husband has a fucking hard time focusing on the instructions, lips parting hungrily as the soft inside of your arm brushes over his cheek. He really can't resist, pressing a few kisses to your soft skin, for which he earns a gentle slap on the back of his head.

"Focus," you command, earning a sigh in response. He really just wanted to kiss you, to feel you. "Foot on the pedal - good - it begins moving when you step on it. Just let the fabric run through the whole way, and be careful about your fingers. C'mon, try it."

It takes Patrick a few tries - okay, a bit more than just a few - but eventually, he ends up with four squares that resemble curtains at least a bit. That is, unfortunately, all he can deliver. Being a good wife, you do the rest for him, sewing little beddings for the beds, a table cloth and the two remaining curtains.

The rest of the afternoon consists of Patrick painting messy details on the wooden walls and bringing some boxes from your old home down from the attic - thank god you kept all of your Barbie house equipment - and attempting to fit the pieces into the wooden house. He steals a few mint leaves from the garden and makes tiny makeshift house flowers with them, knowing he'd have to swap those every two or three days, but whatever makes his darling daughter happy, right?

And when Eleanor comes back home, her hair damp and a thin layer of sunburn on her freckled cheeks, she can't contain her excitement.

"Daddy!" she squeaks, throwing her short arms around your husband's neck. He picks her up, literally blushing when she peppers his fave with sloppy baby kisses.

"D'you like it, princess?" he asks with excitement shining in his own eyes. He'd be really fucking disappointed if she didn't.

And she nods eagerly, immediately squirming to hop down and examine the small house thoroughly. "It's so cute daddy, they're all gonna fit rhere! The bed's too big but that's okay. They can have a sleepover!"

Later that day, when Eleanor is playing in her room and moving the animal figures into their new accomodation, you take Patrick in your arms. He seems to be exhausted, even though this whole process can't come even close to what he experiences on court, but he's more than happy to snuggle in your arms.

"She really loves it," you whispers, gently threading fingers through his curly hair. Patrick hums in response, digging his face deeper into your chest. "I'm so lucky to have such a handy husband at home. All for me."

At that, Patrick perks up, lifting himself on his elbows to hover over you, mischief glowing in his eyes. "Yeah?

You nod, humming as you begin rubbing his arms, gently squeezing the muscles that flex as Patrick's holds his weight above you. God, you could bite into that flesh. "Yeah. And he's really fucking hot as well."

"Is he?" Patrick echoes, leaning closer to nudge your nose with his own, chuckling at your smugness. You're so pretty.

And you nod again, now wrapping your arms around his shoulders to bring him in for a kiss. His caloused palms move under your shoulders to scoop you into him, fully settling between your legs and pushing you into the mattress. You're so warm and soft for him, a perfect pillow to rest on, cheeky and smug when you compliment him. He supposes that's good enough of a reward for his hard work.

But unfortunately, a high pitched daddy! fills the house before he could move further, and all the appetite is lost when Eleanor asks for yet another home made house.

[nerdraging4point0]

Scorpion and the Scales // Chapter Fourteen // A MIW/Bad Omens PolyAU

Tropes and Tags: why choose romance, MF, MFM, MFMM, MM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers.

Content warning: 18+ only minors DNI. PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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Chris’s POV

The energy of the venue still pulsed through the air, the thunderous beats and roaring crowd leaving a lingering ringing in my ears. As the masses slowly filed out, the floor was left littered with the remnants of the night's festivities - discarded solo cups, shimmering confetti, and the occasional lost earring or bracelet. Meanwhile, the crew was methodically disassembling the technical equipment that had brought the stage to life, carefully packing it all away onto the trailer to be transported back to the warehouse.

Yet in the midst of this bustling post-show activity, we three had sequestered ourselves in a darkened corner, lost in our own private reverie. Sweaty and flushed, I struggled to push back the long tail of my shirt, desperate to get a better view as my rock-hard cock disappeared into the warmth of my girlfriend Eve's pussy. Balancing precariously atop the stacked storage boxes, I threw my hat on backwards, Eve straddling my lap with her short black dress bunched up around her hips, the fishnets that covered her shapely legs torn to provide unimpeded access.

Standing behind her driving into her ass was Rick, sandwiching our girlfriend between us, his dark hair falling in his eyes as his lips kissed her neck and hands roamed up her torso to cup her breasts through her dress.

I fumbled in the dimly lit space, my fingers instinctively reaching for the familiar outline of my phone in my pocket, I could barely maintain my grip on the device as the scene unfolded before me. Eve was bouncing rhythmically on my throbbing cock, her movements perfectly synchronized with Rick's powerful thrusts. Watching their bodies intertwine, I was transfixed - the way Eve's hair cascaded over her face, the way Rick's chiseled cheeks puffed out as he exhaled sharply, pushing the stray strands away from his eyes. The sight was utterly captivating, and despite my best efforts to maintain composure, I couldn't resist the urge to capture a quick snapshot, the camera shutter clicking discreetly.

A sly grin spread across my face as I typed out a message, my fingers trembling slightly with excitement. But just as I was basking in the thrill of my voyeuristic exploits, Rick's seductive drawl snapped me back to attention. 

"Are we boring you, Chris?" he purred, his hips never missing a beat as he drove into Eve with renewed fervor, eliciting a guttural moan from her open, panting mouth. Reflexively, I bucked my hips to meet his rhythm, the sensation nearly causing me to climax then and there. Eve's voice rang out, her scream echoing in the confined space, but Rick quickly covered her mouth with a large hand, muffling the sound. 

"Now, now, babygirl," he admonished, his tone laced with a hint of warning. "You wanna get us caught?"

She shook her head, her eyes bulging wide with a mix of desperation and vulnerability. She looked absolutely captivating, drawing us in with a raw, primal allure that was impossible to resist. In that moment, I couldn't believe my luck. We moved quickly chasing the release till both of us were spilling inside her. I pulled my pants back up, hastily securing them just as a few crew members were walking by. I let out a sigh of relief when neither of them turned our way, suddenly jumping when Eve placed a hand on my chest. 

“Anything?” she asked in a hushed tone. 

I pulled out my phone, scanning the text and re-reading the message I had sent, my heart sinking as I shook my head, struggling to keep the corners of my mouth from betraying my disappointment. Her eyes immediately went downcast, the glistening of tears betraying the depth of her anguish, and I watched helplessly as she turned to Rick, who swiftly tucked her under his arm, the two of them making their way out of the venue.

We had known when he left on tour that it would be difficult, that the distance and time apart would be challenging, but nothing could have prepared us for just how much we would miss him. For the first couple of weeks, he had kept in touch faithfully, texting the group chat multiple times a day, sharing updates and photos from the road. But slowly, gradually, the messages had become less frequent - down to just once a day, and then, after a week had passed with complete silence, the worry and dread began to set in. 

I didn't want to jump to conclusions, didn't want to believe the worst, but deep down I knew what this prolonged lack of contact likely meant. He was pulling away, creating distance, and my heart clenched painfully at the realization. 

 The past month had been a whirlwind of change and uncertainty for all of us, including Rick. After his first date with Eve, he found himself unsure of exactly where he stood with her - was he her boyfriend? Her partner? Her casual fling? The poor girl had to spell it out for him, clarifying the nature of their relationship as he slowly and hesitantly took on the role of her boyfriend. Rick struggled with the confusion of not being Eve's one and only, having to come to terms with the fact that he was sharing her with Noah and I. But as the weeks progressed, he gradually grew more comfortable, even embracing the position of neutral mediator. It was a refreshing change of pace for Rick, who relished the opportunity to provide a calm, levelheaded presence amidst the emotional ups and downs. 

Then, just before Noah left for a big tour, everything shifted again. I spent a few intense days with the two of them in Los Angeles, and the experience seemed to alter the very foundation of our unconventional relationship.

I was off doing a podcast while Eve spent some alone time with Noah, flying in just two days before he left. We’d used the restraints from Noah’s secret box a few times together, this time she was tied down by her wrists and ankles secured by soft red rope to each leg of Noahs bed. Noah and I happily lying between her parted legs.

Not sure if it was just the fact that our tongues kept gliding past one another, or the stolen glances between us, or maybe it was that stupidly well placed golden grill he’d put in his mouth beforehand; whatever it was I was flawlessly lost in it all. So when our tongues slid past one another again-I wasn’t sure who moved first- but soon our tongues were mingling with each other, pushing into one another's mouths with some fire I hadn’t known I could feel. 

 We didn’t really bring it up much afterwards, Noah and I hadn’t discussed it completely, but the way I teased him told me he didn’t seem to openly object.

Rick and I took turns showering at the venue before we all piled back on the bus. It seemed weird to use a bus for a three night sold out show. But we were nothing if not consistent when working.

With it being our last night, most of the crew were taking the next flight out in the morning, opting for a hotel instead of being on the road with us. It was just the three of us, Vinny, and a few crew members who'd all retired to the back of the bus by the time we were on the freeway.

“Has anyone tried calling him?” Rick sat on the couch across from us, Eve’s head in his lap as he twirled one of her long curled strands around his finger. Her eyes drooping as she fought to stay awake.

“A couple times,” she mumbled as sleep started to melt into her body.

“He’s always texting that he is sorry he missed the call. Usually after she is asleep. I wait up and try calling back but it goes straight to voicemail.” 

I glanced down at my phone once more, the text I had sent to Noah earlier that evening stared back at me, the delivery status updated to "read" nearly half an hour after we had already set out on the road. A sinking feeling began to settle in the pit of my stomach, and I couldn't bring myself to mention it to the others.

 "Is it me?" Rick asked suddenly, his brow furrowed with concern. I simply shook my head, trying to push down the growing sense of unease. It couldn't be something I had done - Noah was always so reliable, so quick to respond. Surely, if I had done something to upset him, he would have said something by now.

My guitarist's next words, however, caught me off guard. "Was it the kiss?" he inquired, one perfectly groomed eyebrow raising in my direction. I snapped my head up, staring at him in shock. How on earth could he have known about that? My eyes quickly darted to Eve, who was fast asleep in his lap, oblivious to the conversation unfolding. If her word alone wasn't enough to confirm the truth, the telltale blush I felt creeping across my cheeks gave Rick all the answer he needed.

Noah’s POV

As I sat at the makeshift dining room table, the surface was cluttered with a jumble of scrawled notepads, each one filled with a scattered mess of lyrics and half-formed ideas. Fragments of melodies and phrases were scrawled haphazardly across the pages, some lines crossed out while others were circled or connected with arrows, the disorganized chaos taking up nearly every inch of the paper. It was the disjointed, frenzied creative process laid bare - the struggle to capture the elusive spark of inspiration and mold it into something coherent. In the midst of this lyrical battlefield, I found myself lost, sifting through the wreckage of my own thoughts, searching for the seeds of a song that had yet to fully blossom.

Several nights before we headed out the band and crew threw a small party for the upcoming sold-out European tour. As I watched my girlfriend effortlessly converse and bond with my bandmates, I found myself mesmerized, unable to take my eyes off of her all evening. 

The guys couldn't resist teasing me, playfully insisting that I was clearly in love, though I brushed off their comments at the time. But deep down, I knew they were right - the undeniable connection with Eve had blossomed into something far deeper than a casual fling.

Later that night, as she straddled my lap I was suddenly overcome with a profound realization. In that moment, with her legs wrapped around me and our breath mingling together, the words I had been holding back for so long came spilling out. "I love you," the confession like fire on my tongue, the vulnerability betraying the weight of those three little words. It wasn't the most conventional time or setting to make such a declaration, but with her skin against mine and our heartbeats in sync, it felt like the only appropriate time.

So what was the problem?

I couldn't believe I had allowed myself to become entangled like this, emotions that I knew deep down would only lead to heartbreak in the end. What was worse? It wasn’t just her I had feelings for. 

When Chris arrived at my door, we took off immediately to my room. I’m not sure where my head was at, where I'd gotten the idea or what possessed me. But the way her juices glistened off his lips, and the sounds he was making-I was so close I could see the three scars of his previous piercings on his bottom lip- I lost control. I leaned in, capturing his lips with my own. He hesitated at first but I was persistent, my tongue cleaning all of Eve off his still closed lips, but then he relaxed, opening his mouth to let our tongues mingle together. 

I’m not sure if it was feelings or just lust but he was driving me just as insane as her, the smell of him, the taste of him. I was a man being driven mad.  Then the way he looked standing in my kitchen as I finished packing my shit, seeing him lean against the counter with his arms crossed in his nike joggers and t shirt. His hair grown out, dark roots with lilac tips, every so often I’d catch his hands running through it to keep the strands out of his eyes. 

I couldn't quite put my finger on whether it was genuine feelings or a more primal, carnal lust - all I knew was that this man was driving me just as insane as Eve does. There was something about his scent, a subtle yet alluring blend of cologne and something innately masculine, that sent tingles down my spine every time it wafted past. And the taste of him, the memory of those lips against my own, haunted me. 

The incessant buzzing of my phone on the table sent a jolt of dread through me. Pulling me from the constant replay of my memories. I knew exactly who it was from - one of them, the people who had slowly been tearing my world apart. For a few agonizing minutes, I tried to resist the urge to look, to bury my head in the sand and pretend I hadn't seen it. But the pull was too strong. With a trembling hand, I finally flipped open the screen, my eyes immediately drawn to the image that filled the display. There was Chris with Eve - straddling his lap, her thighs cradling his hips as his hands gripped them possessively. Hovering above them, hands firmly grasping Eve's waist to hold her in place, were a set of familiar, heavily-inked fingers. Fingers I had only ever seen in photos. Seeing them there, intertwined with their bodies and me not there, it felt like a punch to the gut, stealing the breath from my lungs. 

The text beneath the delicious image making my heart flutter.

Room for one more baby 😘

After that fateful kiss, he had taken to playfully teasing me with affectionate pet names and gently ruffling my hair, the terms of endearment continuing as we texted back and forth in the following days. At first, I had simply played along, not thinking much of it. But as time went on, I gradually found myself becoming more and more drawn into the idea of being his "baby" - the way the words rolled off his tongue, the underlying intimacy they implied, it all started to slowly chip away at my carefully-constructed defenses. 

Somewhere deep down, I could feel myself beginning to melt and surrender to these new feelings, allowing myself to be enveloped by the sense of belonging and security that his affections seemed to promise. Yet just as quickly, my own stubborn pride and need for control would reassert itself, reminding me that I was the one in charge here - no one took possession of my heart without my explicit permission. I was the king of my own castle, after all, answerable to no one. But the truth was, they already had - my traitorous heart had betrayed me, opening itself up against my will. Feeling a surge of panic at this loss of autonomy, I did what came most naturally to me in times of vulnerability-I ran.

“Alright guys,” Matt's voice broke the silence,  dragging me out of my thoughts, glancing up I saw him gathering the band around the kitchen. Jolly was still half asleep drinking his coffee as Nick and Folio rubbed the exhaustion from their eyes. “I got an email about a festival in Vegas, they want a response by next week-since we will be back state side to turn in the new live recordings it would be best for me to meet with them if we plan to go through with the festival. I guess, bottom line, who votes for the festival?”

“Book it.” my voice was harsher than I had intended. The other band members whipped their heads around to look at me, surprised by the abrupt answer. 

Jolly paused, mouth hanging open, “Noah, you sure?” 

“We’ve been going non stop, i’m not sure how much more we could take,” Nicholas argued. I only shrugged my shoulders, whatever they wanted, but I knew I wanted to stay busy. 

"If Noah is on board, I guess so am I," Nicholas said halfheartedly, his tone conveying a clear lack of enthusiasm. I glanced up from my work, peering at the group through my lashes, and saw the rest of the guys nodding along in agreement. With a final, fleeting glance towards Matt,  I could see the resolution forming on his face - this was happening, regardless of any reservations. Bowing my head, I returned my focus to the task at hand.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

A part of me wants to know what the fuck the parents said to baby Dick but I don't have the heart to read that.

Fluff with baby Dick? Or just Bruce realizing he's fallen for reader in doting!husband?

They went from 0 to 100 and I wanna know when the gas pedal hit the floor. 💙

Somewhere between one breath and the next. When you give him this doe-eyed look and snuggle into his jacket that he'd put around your shoulders to protect you from the chill- Bruce realized he was in love.

The sensation slammed into him like a truck. It left him giddy and breathless. Terrified and trembling all at once.

"Bruce are you okay?"

He didn't know how to answer you. He didn't know what his face looked like. Probably like he'd seen a ghost or touched a live wire. But when you reach up to cradle his cheek in your hand he melted. He didn't know what else to do but kiss you.

So he did.

Leaning down slowly, not able to find the words to ask like a proper gentleman but- hoping to give you enough space to pull away. To telegraph his movements so you can protest. And when you don't, his heart pounded and his head swam. Until his lips brushed yours.

The softest touch. Still waiting for you to pull away. But when you wrap your arms around his neck, he smiles against your lips.

He should control himself. He should pull away. But he can't stop now. Lost in the sense of you. Touch, taste, and smell. It washed over him and all he could do was lick into your mouth. Inviting more if you wanted it. And when you whine wordlessly, he growled. Any pretense he might have had at restraint dissolved.

That little whine unlocked some primal need. And urge so intense it hurt. To make you his. To protect you.

When you pulled away, needing to come up for air, Bruce flushed realizing that in the moment, in the parking garage of all places, he'd put you on the hood of his car. Pinned you there. And was rutting against you- your dress pushed up around your hips.

"I- I didn't intend to-" He stammered and coughed, fumbling for words.

"Bruce," you murmur, looking up at him, carefully rearranging your dress. "Take me home?"

"Of course-"

"And tuck me in?"

He blinks for a second. And when you give him a shy smile, he thrilled again. You wanted him. You wanted him to stay. And so he was going to. And you weren't going to regret it.

[chrisisaboy]

Detrans Camp part 2

CW: heavy misgendering/detrans, drugging.

The next morning you wake up with your partner wrapped around your arms. You’re both still mentally trying to wake up while rays of serene sunlight and the exchange of body heat keep you both warm in this otherwise cold tent. Still sensitive from last night you keep lazily tracing each other and cuddling till the bell announcing breakfast rings. You stand up and drowsily walk outside to see the other couples leave their tents, all in various stages of the detransition process. It’s a secluded area away from the girls and boys tents, specifically for those that have a significant other mutually helping each other becoming more comfortable with their sex.

You decide to follow a particular couple, a tall one with both shoulder-length hair, to make you’re on the right way. A guy with black hair and a nose piercing turns around and looks at you. ‘Aren’t you the couple of last night?’ You nod in agreement after which they slow down their pace to walk besides you. ‘Sorry about last night. I swear we weren’t the ones to throw things at you. It’s one of the initiation rituals here.’ ‘One of?’ Your partner asked. ‘Yea there’s another one but, it’s best not to think too much about it. It’s not as bad as the first one.’ Your group enters the communal eating place and promptly sit together at a long picknick table. ‘Say whatever you want about the initiation rituals’ the girly blonde looking partner of the boy said ‘but it does break the ice. It’s quite the hurdle to just let go and admit to your primal urges.’ Clearly kneading his partners leg under the table. The ice might be broken but you’re not as mushy as the other couples. Meanwhile breakfast is being served by the people that had to do the kitchen chores that day. ‘Thank you for looking after us, what are your names actually? We don’t know many people here yet.’ ‘I’m Lisa’ answered the dark haired one. ‘You don’t look like a Lisa.’ It’s true, the person before you looks just like an androgynous guy forced into the girls uniform. ‘It’s a long process alright, at least I already accepted that I’m a girl. I even got a nice attentive boyfriend who used to be just as confused and insecure as the two of you’ as she lovingly looks at his blond, still effeminate, boyfriend. ‘And I’m James.’ He answered brightly. ‘It’s true, my girlfriend here is a godsend. Going back to a guy made my libido higher than ever, my dick works again and it just feels so good to admit that I want to fuck people like her.’ Higher libido as a guy makes sense, but then why do you feel so suddenly aroused now? Sexual frustration is quickly taking you over and your partner too seems restless, almost grimacing. Lisa smiles shyly at the two of you. ‘The second initiation is getting spiked by aphrodisiacs. I still remember our first time. We did so many things we’d normally regret’ slowly putting a hand before her face in embarrassment.

‘I think it’s better if we leave to our tent’ your partner says ‘we can just sleep the effects off.’ As you’re walking back to your tent you can’t help but notice your partner and her beautiful sharp chin, pink flush on her cheeks and the way her ass moves. In these clothes it’s impossible to hide arousal. She noticed but tries her best not to look. ‘Last night was fun, eventually, when we like, finally got into it.’ You say, slightly looking away from her. ‘It really was, your kisses where so sweet and you felt so good inside of me.’ Now you’re both red in the face. ‘Being inside of you felt so much warmer than I thought, I was so surprised by that. It was just really nice to feel your soft body against mine.’ The two of you are nearing the tent, not sure what’s going to happen now. ‘I really wanna do it again, the urge is too strong.’ ‘I need this too’ you replied.

Once inside you embrace each other in a deep kiss while pressing hard into each other. Tongues twirling as you’re grinding into each other. She places a hand on your groin and feels your hardness. ‘Do you perhaps wanna share deadnames. Our little secret.’ ‘Why do you wanna know that?’ ‘The thought of it really gets me going, for some reason. Just the idea that we share something so personal with each other. To imagine you as a guy with that name, that’s just so hot.’ The hungry look in her eyes, the buildup of her horniness, and her lips are too inviting. As you tell her your deadname your dick throbs in anticipation, right between her legs. She shared hers as well. ‘Would be a shame if you referred me by that name sometimes.’ ‘I bet you’d like that’ you correctly guess as her breathing is getting heavier thinking of the idea. She places her hand in your pants as you pull her in closer.

‘You’re such a cute girl when you jerk me off like that. Nothing but a girl in my arms.’ ‘Yes, and a cuter one than you ever were.’ You rub each other in heavier motions. You can feel her getting more wet the more you play with her. Being inside there felt better than anything else, you think to yourself. You allow yourself to finally grab her ass, feel the softness of it, bumping your erection into her, imaging what it would be like to feel her insides again. She bites her lip before releasing all the pent up energy, letting out an unwanted girly moan. ‘That was so intimate to see’ you say as the two of you are still embracing and kissing, her face more red than ever out of slight embarrassment. ‘Do you want to do it’ she asks between the smooches. ‘It just makes me feel too much like a guy, that’s all.’ But sweetheart, you are a guy. That’s just who you are and what you’re supposed to be. Isn’t that the entire reason we’re here? I genuinely prefer you this way. Dominant, confident, such a thick cock that’s just aching to get in me, I just need you to be like this all the time. ‘I do want to get in you’ you respond desperately. It’s been a while since you’ve been this hard.

You slowly push her onto the bed, as she slightly spreads her legs, allowing you on top of her. ‘This time without the ropes?’ ‘I’d love to, ropes aren’t my thing either.’ You pin her completely with your superior strength. ‘I prefer to restrict girls like you with just my hands.’ ‘You’re such a guy for doing this, for even wanting this.’ ‘You’re one to talk. Isn’t it you who opened her legs for a strong boy like me, isn’t it you that is quivering of the thought that I’m putting it between her legs.’ ‘Just take me like a girl already.’ She gasps lightly as you push it in, not breaking any eye contact. ‘I am so glad we’re doing this together again’ she says as the first few shallow thrust are being done. ‘Just look how cute we are, we just look like every other straight couple.’ ‘This time not even against our will, just the two of us, surrendering to our nature.’ Out of pure instinct you both push yourselves harder and harder into each other. Even the kisses are getting wetter and more desperate. ‘Don’t you like it how our genitals define us, how we’re nothing but what’s between our legs?’ She exclaims. ‘It feels so good to give in.’ ‘A real boy would never get this wet for me, only girls do.’ ‘A real girl would never get this hard either, only pent up guys.’ You’re pushing yourself fully into her, giving it your all. A genuine growl escapes you. ‘You’re such a good girl for taking it’ you say as you deadname her and stroke the hair on her head. The girly moans are coming back. ‘Im going to cum just like a girl.’ ‘you’re going to make me cum just like a guy’ you respond. Her walls contracting all around you, her mouth making noises right next to your ear. She moans your deadname as she grabs you tighter than ever, making you orgasm as well. Still slowly pushing inside each other with locked arms, you’re astounded at what a blessing the other person is to you.

‘I like having such a strong boyfriend’ she says. ‘I like having such a cute girlfriend’ you reply. With all the love chemicals in the air you spoon your cute girlfriend with a big protective hug while slowly dozing off to a nap. Still exchanging body heat, in this otherwise cold tent.

[demonskiss]

what type of lingerie would they (excluding violetta) buy for you??? any specific colors or features or things they’d want to accentuate?

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lingerie dress up

cw: bruising, biting

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

emory loves how red looks on your body. the way it makes any blood on your body stand out, as if it was merely just accessories to your fashion. they most want to accentuate your neck, and exposing your bruised, marked neck is a fast track to getting them hard and pinning you down for more. they’ll comment about how lovely the ring of bruises around your neck looks, especially with the collar attached to your lingerie. the host smears blood on your cheek, gripping your chin tightly and bringing you in for a painful, but passionate kiss. they think they should make you wear only red lingerie from now on.

blythe enjoys pastels, the frilly stuff that makes an average person have cavities looking at it. he has no preference what he wants to accentuate when it comes to choosing lingerie for you, after all you’re perfect in every shape and form! they also love the themed lingerie too. a maid variant? oh, they’ll be your number one customer! a doctors uniform? dear nurse, they’re not feeling too good, wanna check up on them? no matter what you wear, they’ll always respond in kind, but that little preference of his makes him more reactionary, thinking with his dick than his head!

ambrose is incredibly conflicted. he grew up in a time period where showing your ankles was considered scandalous after all. he’s trying to unlearn his upbringing but! it’s so hard when you look so… so appetizing. the ghost adores when you wear white, babydoll lingerie specifically. or white in general, he’s incredibly sexually repressed. he thinks you look stunning, like an angel called from heaven to bring light to this man, or torment, with the way he’s getting so hard he can’t control himself. the white decorates your body perfectly, and it calls forth something primal in him, an urge to ruin you.

[nautiscarader]

Starco- Breed me!

It was impossible for Marco to misinterpret Star's orders, especially when she was pinning him to her bed with her four arms, her eyes and cheeks glowing with magical, raw aura. The butterfly princess had only one thing on her mind, and she was speaking it clearly.

"Breed me."

It didn't take long for Marco's clothes to leave his body, with both young adults desperate to join their hormonal bodies in a primal union. And though Star once might have stayed on top in her magical form, by now Marco has learned her weak spots and toppled her back, his hands pushing her legs apart and onto her body, as he prepared himself to fulfil her wishes.

Star moaned when the formerly safe boy slipped inside her, his lips locking with her in a ravenous, hungry kiss, interrupting more moans that escaped her mouth as he worked her magic. Star felt the desire and dedication in each and every thrust that seemed to reach deeper and deeper.

And she could see it in his eyes that once might have been afraid or hesitant at mere thought of making love to her raw, but now, Marco Diaz was in on her plan as much as she did, and he wasn't shy about it.

"Say it, Star…", he huffed between his thrusts, "You want me to knock you up, don't you?"

"YES!". the princess cried, coiling her arms and legs around him, in an irrational worry he might pull out.

"You want to be mated by an earth boy, and have his kids?"

"Y-Yes!", Star's voice broke as she realised she was now on is mercy.

"And do that all before our wedding? You want to walk the isle with a bun or two in the oven…"

That has done it for Star. She cried his name, repeating it together with her desires as orgasm tore through her body, her walls spasming around him to ensure sapping every drop of seed.

"Breed me, Marco, please. Twins, triplets, I wanna… a whole dynasty…"

And Marco gladly followed her orders, supplying her with batch after batch of virile seed, watching as her cheeks glow with each one that made it inside her.

For five or so minutes the horny teenagers lied locked in a passionate embrace, until their bodies stopped rocking, having fulfilled their biological needs. Star's extra limbs disappeared as she returned to her slightly less imposing form, though she kept her arms and legs still locked around her lover.

"I wonder…", Marco suddenly spoke, breaking the silence, "If the real thing will feel as good."

"Oh, it will be a thousand times hotter", she quickly replied, meeting his eyes. "And my mouth will be even dirtier…"

"I really can't wait for that day."

He smiled, and the young couple fell into another, long kiss. They both knew it would be irresponsible for them to start family at such relatively young age. But condoms could protect them so far, especially when their hormones often made spur-of-the-moment decision for them, often disregarding any sense of caution…

And so, Star switched to a spell she had to cast monthly, ensuring the two didn't have to limit their urges, and didn't have to worry about pregnancy. But Star still liked teasing Marco with scenarios from their future, watching as her cautious safe kid transforms into a bad by ready to knock the princess up.

"Do you… want to practice again?"

Star's eyes sparked as she heard Marco's proposition.

"Yes! Now take me on all fours, laser puppy style!"

And with that she slipped from their embrace and got on all fours, lifting her ass high up, allowing Marco to watch as thick strands of his cum that didn't make it to her womb seep from her used pussy.

"Breed me, I'm your bitch.", the rebel princess spoke, wriggling her butt invitingly.

[glorywrites]

Before the Abyss

Pairing: Marian Hawke x Fenris

Just a little one shot I wrote for a contest between friends last year. I found it again and realized I never posted it. Figured I’d share since I wanna start posting here more! We’ll see though.

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The sound of the even, measured, breaths beside her were hard to ignore. The rhythmic inhale and exhale somehow sweeter than any melody. Perhaps it was because it was rare for Fenris to be the first to fall asleep, and even rarer for him to look so at peace. It was a mesmerizing sight, something she was doing her very best to commit to memory.

Moonlight poured in from their inn room window, bathing him in an almost ethereal glow. His white hair shined, a messy halo that framed his narrow face and pointed ears. His usually furrowed, brooding visage was unusually relaxed, making him look more his age. With his armor removed, and only his lower half covered by the sheets of their shared bed, her eyes could follow many of the pale lyrium markings that covered every inch of his tanned skin. She had kissed the swirling pattern mere hours before, her lips tracing every inch of his scarred flesh. A part of her craved to do so again, but Hawke dared not move, not wanting to risk him stirring and pulling him from a rare sweet dream.

Though his magic markings often gave him pain, he claimed to find relief in her touch… and though it baffled her how it could be so, it made her happy to help in some way. How he had gotten them still haunted him, the pain creeping up when he dreamt. In this way, she slowly replaced it with new memories, sweeter touches, and kinder words. As blunt and straightforward as they both tended to be, it was a wonder at the tenderness exhibited in their almost nightly ritual. A rarity that they shared with only each other.

Her want, however, could not be considered completely altruistic. The wish to touch the handsome elven man before her was something instinctual, a primal urge whenever she looked at him. There was something about committing oneself to another that felt intoxicating, and each hour that passed by without participating was another that left the heart aching.

Though, to be clear, Hawke felt no ownership over Fenris. She would not touch him unless he allowed her to first. He had suffered enough lifetimes as someone else's pet, his body not being his own. She would never, could never, claim to own it like other wonton lovers often claim one another. He was hers, just as much as she was his… but their body and will would always be their own.

She was humbled by the trust he put in her... Honored that she could be his solstice… and perhaps, where it any other night, this notion would have lulled her into a contented slumber.

But not tonight.

Tonight she struggled, because it made what she had to do that much harder.

“It’s rather rude to stare.”

Though eyes still closed, the deep gravel in the voice was unmistakably his, the breath of his words accompanied by the sweet smell of the wine they had shared that evening.

So lost in thought, she had uncharacteristically missed the change in his breath, a telltale sign that signaled he was awake. Even so, she could not help but smile, unashamed of being caught in her trance. “Did I wake you?”

Fenris’ eyes fluttered open, mesmerizing green eyes meeting her pale blue. His lips pulled into a smile that caught her breath, giving her the kind of sultry look that only good wine seemed capable of setting free from him. “And here I thought I was still dreaming.”

Hawke wasn’t the type to blush from pretty words, and it was clear that her beloved was feeling the effects of the alcohol in his system. However, even tispy, Fenris did not say things he did not mean… and so her heart leapt in response to his sweet nothings. Even more so as one of his hands moved from her waist to her face, his thumb rubbing against her cheek.

“Shall we test it?” she smiled back, mischievous in nature, before leaning in to kiss him, her body melting into his as it often did when he touched her.

The kiss was rough, but tender, a paradox that reflected their personalities. After a moment, he pulled back, regarding her through lidded eyes. Even still affected by sleep, and half intoxicated, he looked at her in a way that felt like he could see through her. She shivered in response.

“What’s on your mind?”

“You.”

It wasn’t a lie… not completely.

The truth was more complicated, more polarizing. It was one that she had been unable to tell him the moment she’d hid away the letter she had received from Varric a few days before, the contents asking for her help.

There was a sense of foreboding that came with it, a realization that was hard to bear. A part of her, somehow, knew what would come of such an undertaking, knew what risks came from pursuing what her dear old friend had explained in his hurried letter.

She also knew the choice that she was taking from Fenris by not showing him, knew the trust that she was breaking by not telling him. She had thought of doing it, if only because it was the right thing to do. He had followed her through more troubles than she could count, had stood by her against his own beliefs, and she knew she owned him that much.

Yet old words spoken to her had come back, ones she had nearly forgotten.

"We stand upon the precipice of change. The world fears the inevitable plummet into the abyss. Watch for that moment... and when it comes, do not hesitate to leap. It is only when you fall that you learn whether you can fly. You have my thanks... and my sympathy."

For such a message to come back to her, she knew what it meant. The danger that was coming toward her.

“I’ve caused you so much trouble, I’m surprised I haven’t scared you off yet,” she masked her words in tired jest, a light and airy facade a little too easy to pull off. If he caught on, he didn’t show it, and she knew that if he was sober he would have noticed the undertext hidden in her words. Even so, not wanting her expression to give it away, she pulled close and burned her face into his chest.

“So much… but I would follow you into the fade itself,” he half mumbled drowsily, amused in tone, into her hair, his arms encircling her.

That was the problem wasn’t it?

It took everything in her to hold back the sting that prickled at her eyes, tears threatening to spill out but she couldn’t allow it. The moment they did, he would know, and she could not let her resolution be broken. Fenris would rather die than let her put herself into harm's way, but Hawke would rather die than allow that to happen.

Marian Hawke was not afraid of death. However, she refused to watch anyone else she loved die in front of her. Her parents… Carver… She would not let Fenris be added to that list. Even if the choice to do so was purely his own.

“I love you,” she whispered, wondering if he would think her cruel in the morning for saying it.

When he woke up, she would not be there.

Even though he had not been so cruel when he had left her their first night together, she knew him too well to offer the same courtesy. Any conversation would end with him coming anyway. In this way, he would try to look for her, but she knew better than to make it easy on him. By the time he realized where she had gone, her business with Varric and his Inquisitor would be done.

If she survived he could chastise her then. She would happily face his ire.

If she didn’t…

Well, at least he’d be alive.

But for a few more hours she focused on the present, listening to his breath slow as he fell back to sleep, and committing to memory the feeling of being in his arms.

Whatever tomorrow may bring, she would ignore for now.

The abyss could wait.

[lichthey]

❝  i’m all yours.  ❞

meme ⸝⸝ jealousy of sorts.

the  statement  had  came  as  a  relief.    primal  urges  had  taken  over   &   the  foxian  currently  had  their  nose  buried  into  gepard's  neck.    this  was  also  the  case  fifteen  minutes  ago.    all  possessiveness  in  their  body  nearly  boiled  over  at  dinner.    with  their  schedules,   it  was  hard  to  find  a  full  free  night  that  the  two  shared.    so  imagine  that  the  minute  the  two  had  been  seated,   a  small  group  of  admirers  of  belobog's  shield   (    spencer's  beloved  knight,   behind  closed  doors   )   had  demanded  his  attention.    at  first,   the  foxian  hadn't  minded  the  interruption.    gepard  was  a  man  of  the  people   &   who  were  they  to  stop  him  from  getting  the  rightful  praise  that  he  deserved?    it  was  when  it  had  trickled  into  conversations  about  how  strong  the  captain  seemed  to  be  physically.    having  several  women  coo  over  the  man  who  has  kissed  them  in  corners  under  the  moonlight  . . .  

❝     i  don't  blame  ya'  for  not  realizin'  or  anythin'.    yer  as  dense  as  bricks  when  ya'  wanna  be.     ❞    its  purred  into  his  skin  as  cheek  rubbed  over  the  area.    it  was  only  instinctual  to  want  to  cover  him  in  their  scent  after  an  encounter  like  that.    ❝     it  just  pissed  me  off.    ya'  wanted  t'  spend  yer  evenin'  with  me  but  they  didn't  even  look  at  me.    yer  mine,   geppy.     ❞

[imaginedreamwrite]

Taste Of Honey: Part 8

A/N: Smut, chase kink, biting/marking

“You are officially the worst at making s’mores.” The sound of your laugh and the way the light had been cast upon your face, the rise and fall of shadows that had been reflected upon you, was another fabrication that made him crumble completely.

“I thought the point was to get your fingers covered in marshmallow?” Ari had leaned in to press his fingertips against your cheeks, absorbing your surprised squeak with a kiss from his lips, the sound akin to a wounded animal becoming a soft and relenting giggle as you willingly started to straddle his lap.

It felt as if it was the beginning of your relationship, the first true start and the memory itself would be engrained in his mind. The feel of your flesh against his, the sound of your laugh and the flutter of your heart that he coined as the most beautiful sound he had heard yet, had been carved in stone in his mind.

You were his everything. You were all he had ever wanted and needed.

Ari woke with fire surging through his veins and the beast inside of him gnawing at the surface. He had woken to the bolt of electricity striking him down where he had laid, fat beads of sweat dripping down his cheeks and neck as he had gripped the sheets with all his might.

He had fought against the ravaging cycle that would make him more beastly in human flesh than he had been in ages. It was you that set off the rut, it was you that had driven him to such irreparable highs that were agonizing. He had molten lava coursing through his veins while the barrier between the bear and the human had dwindled to a razor-thin line.

“Y/N,” he spoke your name, groaned in contempt as he rutted his hips, the tip of his cock painfully jutting against the seam of his jeans, “you need to leave.”

He had pictured it, he had seen it behind his eyelids like a porno playing out before him. He had seen your mouth open in pleasure and your voice raw from screaming his name as he fucked you with everything he had. Ari had seen the way you dug your nails into his shoulders until he bled until you were unable to grasp reality.

Ari could feel his cock plunging into your soaked pussy, his cock stretching your pussy walls as you struggled to take him all. His balls slapping against you as he fucked you stupid, as his rut forced him to use you as a receptacle for his seed, and he would be unable to stop. He wouldn’t stop until your pussy was dripping his cum and your belly had been prodded with his cock.

“Fuck!” Ari growled your name, your scent coiling around him like a vice that was urging him to break the binds of his bear, to allow that animalistic drive loose. “Y/N you need to get out of here!”

“Ari,” you stepped through the door into his bedroom and his bear had growled with need and desire, “Ari you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

“You need to leave!” God, how he wanted to pin you down and fuck you for hours. How he wanted to chase you through the woods only to catch you and sink his teeth into the nape of your neck, marking you as his. He wanted to fuck you into the earth, to fuck you in the dirt and reduce the two of you to the primal carnality that bound you together.

“Ari, please…” Your hand rested against his cheek, your palm brushing against his beard as your scent invigorated him. “What’s wrong?”

“I wanna fuck you,” he howled with desire and vibrant need, “God! I wanna make you ride my fucking face, Honeybee.”

He couldn’t be gentle anymore. He was in a rut.

“W-what?” You stuttered, taken back and mildly surprised by the deep husk of his voice. Your heart was racing, you were scared of him but not terrified. You knew, in some manner that you were not going to be hurt by him, not in any way that wasn’t pleasurable.

“I wanna fuck you stupid. I wanna impale you on my cock and fuck you into exhaustion.” He had looked your way, he had cast his gold eyes upon you only a flicker of his usual blue within the intense gaze. “Come here, sweetheart. It’s okay. Come closer so I can feel you.”

Ari’s bear was enticing him, it was gaining control and urging you forward so he could pull you onto the bed and slam your slick cunt over his mouth. He was using the draw, the connection between you two to try and convince you to come within reach because once he could grab you, the rut would start.

“I think you’re right. I think I should leave.” You stepped backward, you had moved less than a foot, and the movement had stirred an entirely different reaction in Ari.

“Yes, sweetheart.” He growled pleasantly, stirred by the prospect of a fight. “Run, run away from me so I can catch you and fuck you where you’re caught.”

“Ari…,” you whimpered, and when he had caught the scent of your honey dripping between your thighs, it wasn’t a human sound that was yanked from his throat. It was pure animalistic drive and lust.

“Run,” he growled and started to push himself to stand, “fucking run.”

Ari watched you with the intense gaze of a predator, he had watched you as you stepped back again, fingers splayed against the door frame. He watched you, he studied you and then white hot pleasure had shot through him when you had licked your bottom lip and swallowed heavily.

You were as turned on as he was, you were blissfully aware and wanting to be fucked, as he wanted to fuck. You just didn’t know that his rut had triggered a response of your own, something Ari would tell you later when you both settled. He would tell you exactly what happened and why, after his rut was over.

“You want me to run?” You were halfway out the door already, simply confirming what he was trying to get across. “You want to chase me?”

“I’m going to hunt you,” Ari growled low in his chest, and rut his cock against his hand, “now run little rabbit. Run and let me catch you.”

Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run

Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun

You felt like the rabbit in the children’s song that was steadily echoing in your mind, the prey that was being tracked down by the beast of man with iron and steel in his hands, the ability to render you lifeless. You had felt like the small critter bursting through the woods while the predator that was waiting to sink its teeth into you was trailing behind.

It was the falsity of fear that had surged through your brain and the adrenaline flooding your system while you darted off into the woods knowing that Ari would come crashing after you.

It wasn’t as if you feared him because you thought he would hurt you, it was the kind of fear that was arousing and erotic, the kind of jarring that made you well aware of how warm it was between your thighs and how desperate you were to come to a complete stop.

You wanted him to catch you, but you would not let it be easy.

“Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run. Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run. Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun.” Ari’s voice carried through the woods, his tone lingering and hovering low to the ground that had thrown you off guard, stilling your movements.

You had thought he was farther back however perhaps you were wrong, maybe he was closer than you had anticipated.

“Are you scared?” the hair on the back of your neck had stood, a shiver running down your spine when Ari had spoken again.

His husky voice was all around you, it echoed from every direction and there was no clear indication of where he was in the woods surrounding you, and as eery as his voice was coming from your surrounding, it was nothing compared to the silence that followed.

Ari was a predator among the woods, he was intimidating and the life around him was reacting in silence. It was still, any wildlife around him as he was on the hunt had become lifeless, aware that at any moment Ari could strike out at them.

His presence while he was in that primal and intensified state of needing to ‘find and fuck’ was intimidating to even you, and you had the secured knowledge that he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Ari…” your chest rose and fell with rapid and exhausted breaths, your eyes darting around the surrounding expanse of thick woods and overhanging limbs.

There was a heaviness to the leaves that hung from the spindly branches, the overhanging greenery casting shadows that had truly made you question what was real and what was in your head.

“I’m here, mate.” Ari’s crisp baritone was present in your ear, over your shoulder and surrounding you in every possible way like a vine crawling and climbing up your legs for stability. “You don’t see me?”

“You’re fucking with me.” You wiped your hands on your legs and exhaled slowly, your heart racing with a steady thrash, your skin prickling when you heard branches snapping behind you.

“Am I fucking with you?” Ari was close and you were hyper-aware of his presence as he surrounded you, as stalked around you. “Am I screwing with you, mate?”

Your eyes closed for a moment, and your eyes fluttered closed when you felt hands upon your arms and a puff of warm air against the back of your neck. The presence of a strong chest against your back was an illusion that spurred you into action and gave you another chance to run.

You had to dart forward again, dashing through the tree line with new invigoration that spurred you forward. You had turned a corner, sharply, and had narrowly missed a low-hanging branch. You had thought you were safe, though you had escaped Ari and the chase had continued.

“I told you I would find you,” Ari had come from out of nowhere and grasped your hips, pulling you back to his chest, his lips slated against your ear, “and now I’m going to fuck you as I promised.”

“Ari,” you shuddered against him, pleasure already buzzing within you and the warmth that had been pooling between your legs was immense, “please-“

“I know what you need.” Ari had slipped his hand down your stomach to the band of your jeans, his fingers tearing the button from the denim, throwing it to the side like it was a piece of cotton.

He had kept himself pressed against you, firmly holding your back to his chest while his lips grazed the shell of your ear. His hand had slipped beneath the band of your jeans, fingers pushing aside your panties with a stark drive and hunger. The feeling of his fingers against your warmth, against your dripping cunt was immediately drawing moans and whimpers from your lips.

He was relentless in the soft strokes of his fingers against your puffy pussy lips, first getting you stretched out and worked up with his thick digits pushing into your cunt, sinking into your length. You were driven by the same hunger, the same lust that was driving Ari and had started rocking your hips against the thrust of his fingers.

You rest your head back against his shoulder, your body and mind aware of Ari’s free hand continuing to rip and tug at your clothes. He was freeing you of your restraints and the chill of the air that had hit your bared flesh was another soft whimper that was snuffed out quickly by his fingers tracing your lips.

“I love the sounds you make and I don’t want you to be quiet-“ Ari grunted and ground himself against you, his cock angrily pulsing against your bare ass, trapped behind his restrictive clothing. “-give me all you have.”

Ari’s fingers curled inside your cunt as he pushed them deeper inside your spongy dripping walls, stirring the fire within your belly that was making you crater against him.

It was your desire and your need, it was your hunger that had made you ride his fingers. You were desperately holding onto him, your nails digging into his forearms while he whispered sweet and filthy things into your ears.

You were moments away from orgasm, moments away from hitting that pivotal high that would’ve been as blissful as it was endless when Ari had pulled his fingers out of your cunt, denying you the ability to have that pleasure.

He had turned your head and swallowed your whines with his lips, silencing your stifled whimpers.

“You’re not going to cum unless it’s on my cock.” Ari had pulled away, just long enough to set you on the mossy ground and spin you to face him. “Tell me what you want.”

He towered above you, still clothed while you were standing on the strips of cloth he had destroyed, your body reacting to the chill of the cooling weather and the heat that was radiating from his massive body.

You had whined in need, your thighs rubbing together to feel some kind of friction that you needed and craved, holding out as long as possible to keep yourself grounded with the feeling of being in control.

You knew, that realistically, you were going to completely lose your mind and all sense of reasoning when Ari had decided he couldn’t hold out.

“Come on mate, tell me what you want.” Ari had worked quickly on his barriers, ripping and tearing them off just as he had done with yours, freeing himself to the same chill and the same basest nakedness that you were reduced to.

It was the sight of his veiny and thick cock, the beads of precum dripping from his head and the weighty drop of his balls that had made your inability to speak your desire more obvious. You were captivated by his thick length, by the promise of the stretch and burn that would come as he plunged himself deep within your walls.

However, it was the way he had grabbed his cock at the base and pumped his shaft twice that made you crumble. It was the soft and languid strokes that had lit the fire in your belly.

Your lips moved with your desire, you spoke your want and needs while your ears rang. You couldn’t hear the sound of your voice but you knew you had given him the admission he wanted because Ari had proceeded to follow up with the quick yank of you to his chest. His hands grasped your hips, lifting you from the mossy ground to pierce your cunt with his throbbing cock.

The pleasured and slightly startled squeak was high-pitched yet momentary that had quickly bled into your moans that were deeply rooted in desire. You were rocking your hips against his thrusts, your body jerking from how he had thrust into you. Ari’s hands had gripped and squeezed your ass as he helped you ride his cock, assisted you in taking every thick inch. It was the sound of fucking, the sound of skin slapping skin and the feel of his lips against your chest as he lapped at the beads of sweat that had rolled down your chest.

It was the primal drive to fuck and be fucked that had made you cry out his name as he lifted you from his cock only to slam you back down onto his shaft.

“You’re taking me so fucking well.” Ari’s eyes had flashed gold, he was becoming more beastly with every thrust. “You were made for my cock.”

Ari had pushed you back against the nearest tree, holding you against the bark as he fucked into you. His lips had traced your left nipple, tongue teasing the hard nub as your back arched and your head lolled against the wood. You were unable to form thoughts and make any kind of noise that wasn’t a pleasured scream. You were stuck between his body and the tree, jerking and moving pliantly as he fucked you how he wanted.

“Ari, I’m close,” your voice was strained by gasps and whimpers, your body rocking against him as your pussy clenched tightly around his thick cock, “Ari, I can’t-“

He growled against your lips, more beast than man. He was swallowing every sound you made, every cry and whine, every grunt of your pleasure was muffled by his lips as he took all you could give him. Ari was relentless, he was fucking you like the wild animal he felt he was, using you as a receptacle for his seed.

“Bite me,” one hand was against his back, nails digging into his flesh while the other had grabbed a hold of his hair, yanking on the sleek brown strands, holding onto him with all you could, “bite me, mark me, make yours-“

Ari had pushed you against the tree, pulling out once more to slam back into you. He had angled his head against your neck and suckled on your flesh.

He waited until he felt your cunt and your orgasm on the edge, and then he parted his lips and bit down on your flesh. His teeth sank deep into your neck as your pussy clutched his cock, your cunt walls squeezing him while your release had gushed. You were screaming his name, your voice on the cusp of being hoarse from how you had screamed your desire.

He took it all, he had taken all of it while he flooded your pussy with his thick, hot seed, fucking his spend into your cunt to deposit every last drop.

Ari had kept his lips on your neck, he had kept his tongue against your flesh lapping at any residual blood, cleaning you as if you were both nothing but beasts bound together by fucking to mate.

“I’m not finished with you yet.” Ari had finally spoken, huskily promising an entire night of you fucked to your limits.

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