#serene sun kinktober

[serene-sun]

𝕷𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙

Kinktober day 1-3 (green)

Pairing: Cirrus x Rain

Warning: face sitting, pain, edging, bondage/bdsm, leather whip, femdom, Ball crushing

Rain whined, and he struggled against the pink fluffy bed as white ropes restricted his limbs.

Drool dropped from his lips, a nice pair of pink panties stuffed in his mouth. His hair was soaked in sweat, glistening as it stuck hair to his forehead. Rain's chest heaved, pale translucent skin shivering with chill bumps as his blushed blue bends and joints ached against the bed.

Pink bed sheets poked out of his sides like an ocean as a soft white pillow rested his head. Rain's horns dug into the pillow as he pushed his head back in agony.

“Please..” be muffled through the makeshift gag in a hurried voice.

Rain whimpers as he hears the sound of high heels clicking against the floor until they silence on the red carpet around the canopy bed.

“Oh…poor boy.” a deep and rich voice mocks from behind the bed curtains.

“C-cirrus.” he panted, cock twitching at the breeze of cold air she brought with her.

“Shut up.” she snapped as she stepped into the soft light.

Rain groaned as he saw what she was wearing, a rich red lace lingerie with matching gloves. She held in one hand a small leather whip, the other holding a white vibrator.

Cirrus chuckled, bringing a hand to slap Rain's inner thigh. She laughed harder at the way his cock jumped and the water ghoul let out a sound.

“Aw, so sensitive?” she babied him as she turned on the vibrator to the highest setting and pressed it into his hard tip.

Rain's legs quickly tried to squeeze shut but were restricted by the rope, he let out a long light string of loud moans before grinding into the vibrator as she brought it down to his base.

“Cir…us..” rain yelped as she tugged on his heavy balls.

“That's not my name.” she bit out with venom as she pulled harder.

Rain found it hard to breathe as he shamed, cock twitching with precum, “Mo-mommy.” he gulped.

“Good boy,” Cirrus whined as she lifted her leg to rest her heel on Rain's stiff cock.

Rain tensed up as she dug the thin shoe harder into his cock.

“Aw, what’s wrong baby, can’t take mommy's shoe?” She chuckled deeply, the leather whip rubbing against the water ghoul's bare chest before she gave it a hard slap.

Rain jumped, whimpers falling from his mouth like drool, “N-no.” He replied.

“That’s what I thought.” Cirrus took her heel off of his dick and climbed onto the bed, “your mouth seems offley full.” She said as she took the panties out of his mouth.

Rain took a deep breath, happy he could breathe properly again.

Cirrus tugged her red-laced panties to the side as she climbed onto the water ghoul. “Poor baby thirsty?” She cocked a smile as her knees met the soft bed and her plush thighs were against his ears.

Rain whined, “mhm.” He said as his cock strained behind her.

“Good.” The air ghoulette whispered evilly before sitting atop his face.

Rain groaned as her slick cunt wrapped around his mouth. Her slit was right on his hooked nose and his tongue immediately started lapping at her gaping hole.

“Oh yes, just like that.” She said as she reached behind her to jerk his cock off.

Rain rubbed her clit with his nose, arousal filing his tastebuds as he prodded at her entrance with his tongue. He thrusted it in and out of her tight cunt without thought as her folds glazed over his soft blue lips.

Cirrus grabbed his cock at the thick base and dragged her hand back up and down. She sped up as his cum made it slip over his tip and back past it. She kept going until she felt his veins tense, that erotic sound of wet skin moving as the ghoul's head twitched.

Rain moaned as he devoured her, bucking his hips into her hand as he felt the edge of orgasm come on to him rather quickly as he struggled for air.

“Close?” She asked as she squeezed his head between her thighs harder.

The ghoul tried to nod, but he panicked as the air failed to fill his lungs. He tried to grab her thighs, but his restraints quickly bruised his skin.

Rain whimpered, trying to shake her off of his face as he felt cum start spilling from his cock.

“Mm mm.” She got onto him as she took her hand away, earning a sad groan from rain,

“ladies first, you fucking slut.”

[thef1diary]

Fill Me Up | C. Sainz

Kinktober 5/11 - Breeding Kink

Summary: Your husband, Carlos, realizes how much he wants to see you pregnant with his baby.

warnings: 18+ smut, mentions of pregnancy obvs, unprotected sex, husband!carlos, lil bit of body worship

wc: 3.2k

kinktober masterlist

© thef1diary 2024. all rights reserved. Do not copy, steal, translate, or repost any of my work

The Mediterranean air was cool as it drifted through the open balcony doors, carrying the scent of the sea into the bedroom. The soft sound of waves crashing against the cliffs below your villa was the only noise breaking the peaceful silence. 

You lay nestled against your husband’s chest, the steady thrum of his heartbeat lulling you into a serene haze. His arm rested lazily over your waist, fingertips grazing your skin underneath your blouse in absentminded circles. The room was awash in the amber glow of the setting sun, casting shadows that danced lazily across the walls, making everything feel soft and intimate. 

Carlos murmured your name softly, the rich, deep timbre of his voice stirring something in you as it always did. His accent, thick and sultry, curled around each syllable like a caress. You tilted your head up, meeting his gaze, a small smile tugging at your lips. 

“Have you ever thought about what’s next for us?” He asked, his voice gentle but laced with an unmistakable undercurrent of anticipation. 

You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued as you propped yourself up on one elbow, searching his face. “What’s on your mind, love?” you teased, your lips curving into a grin. “I mean, I already have a ridiculously handsome husband who spoils me to no end… what more could there be?”

Carlos let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head while a smile graced his lips. “I love spoiling you, cariño.”

You leaned in, pressing a playful kiss to the tip of his nose. “Mhm, I know,” you murmured against his skin, feeling the warmth of his smile as he grasped your left hand, his thumb brushing over the diamond that glistened in the fading sunlight. 

His gaze dropped to your ring finger, lingering there as his expression softened. He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the base of the ring, where it met your skin. 

“I love spoiling you,” he repeated, his voice lower now, more serious. “But there’s something else I’ve been thinking about.”

The shift in his tone made your heart skip a beat. You tilted your head, searching his eyes, feeling the sudden intensity of the moment. “What is it, Carlos?”

“I’ve been thinking…” he began, his words deliberate, measured. “About spoiling someone else, too.” His eyes flickered with meaning, the weight of his words hanging between you.

You felt a sudden rush of warmth flood your chest, your breath catching in your throat as the implication of what he was saying began to sink in. “Someone else?” you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper, already sensing where this conversation was leading.

Carlos nodded, his thumb still tracing circles on the back of your hand. “I want to spoil our child, cariño,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. “I want to start a family with you.” 

The words hung in the air, charged with the same magnetic energy that always seemed to exist between you and him. You blinked, a thousand emotions swirling inside you all at once—surprise, excitement, desire, and that unmistakable longing that had been quietly growing within you, even if you hadn’t fully acknowledged it until now.

Carlos shifted underneath you, his hand sliding from your palm to rest on your stomach, his touch warm and possessive. “I want to see you carrying our baby,” he whispered, leaning forward just enough for his lips to graze your temple. “Want to give you everything… including the family we’ve always dreamt of.” 

You took a deep breath, your hand coming to rest over his where it splayed across your stomach. “I’ve thought about it too,” you confessed, your voice low and thick with emotion. “Maybe a couple of kids… hopefully with your fluffy hair and those big brown eyes. Getting to see you become a father… that’s always been the plan.”

Carlos’ grip tightened slightly as you spoke, his gaze locked on yours with a fire that made your heart race. But even as you spoke, you couldn’t help the question bubbling up inside you, the slight confusion that tinged the edges of your joy. “But… where did this suddenly come from?”

His hand slid lower on your waist as he gently maneuvered you onto his lap, his back resting against the headboard. His strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his chest. The new position made your heart pound faster, the intimacy of it filling you with warmth.

He didn’t respond, which caused you to lean back a bit, narrowing your eyes as you pressed the back of your hand against his forehead, pretending to check for a fever.  

“Are you feeling okay?” you teased, your voice light and full of mock concern. “You’re not running a temperature, are you? Because this doesn’t sound like my Carlos. Last I checked, we were on the ‘wait and see’ plan.”

He let out a low chuckle, his lips curving into that devilishly handsome smile that always made your heart skip a beat. Carlos gently grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from his forehead, but not before pressing a kiss to your palm.

“I’m perfectly fine, cariño,” he murmured, his eyes glinting with mischief. “But you can check me all you want if it means you’ll be this close.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, playfully pushing against his chest, but he was having none of it. His hands slid up your sides, holding you firmly as he leaned forward, gently turning you on your back. The cool sheets beneath you contrasted with the heat of his body hovering above, and your pulse quickened, the intensity between you crackling like electricity in the air.

He looked down at you, his gaze locking onto yours while his hands, firm and sure, settled on either side of your head, caging you in as he lowered himself just enough for his breath to ghost over your lips.

“Do you want this too?” Carlos’ voice was low, a husky murmur that sent a shiver down your spine. 

Without hesitation, you reached up, threading your fingers through his thick, dark hair, pulling him down until your lips met in a searing kiss. The hunger in it was undeniable, your body arching up into him as you deepened the kiss, tasting the desire and the promise in his every move. 

When you finally pulled back, breathless and flushed, you stared up into his eyes, your voice barely above a whisper but filled with every ounce of need you felt.

“Put a baby in me,” you murmured, your words bold and breathless as your hand trailed down his back, fingers grazing over the toned muscles that tensed under your touch. “Right here… right now. I want it, Carlos. I want everything with you.”

Carlos let out a low, guttural moan at your words, his hips pressing hard against yours, his control slipping as you felt the full weight of his desire through his pants. 

“Dios, cariño… you’re going to look so perfect, carrying our baby,” he mumbled, his voice rough and dripping with lust.

His hands moved with purpose, sliding down your sides to tug at your clothes, pulling them away from your body as fast as he could. The cool air hit your skin, but you barely felt it—your body burning for him, for the promise he’d whispered into your ear.

Carlos’ gaze lingered as his hands roamed over your bare skin, rough fingers tracing a path from your collarbone to the soft curve of your breasts. His breath hitched, eyes darkening with desire as he cupped you gently, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, making you arch into his touch.

“Look at you…” he murmured, his voice low and filled with reverence as he massaged your breasts, his touch both tender and possessive. “You’re already so perfect… but when you’re pregnant, cariño…” His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and the hunger there made your pulse race. “Your tits will be even fuller, and I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”

His words sent a jolt of heat straight to your core, your body responding instantly to the way he worshipped you. Carlos leaned down, his lips grazing your skin as he kissed the tops of your breasts, his breath warm and ragged against you.

“They’ll be sensitive… aching for me to relieve the pain,” he continued, his voice rough as he squeezed you gently, his thumbs teasing your nipples until you gasped. “And I’ll be there to make sure you feel good… every single day.”

A low moan escaped your lips, your hands gripping his biceps as he continued his slow, deliberate worship of your body, each word from his mouth stoking the fire building inside you.

Carlos lifted his head, his lips brushing yours in a soft, fleeting kiss before he pulled back, his eyes locking onto yours once more. “You want that, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “You want to feel me inside you, filling you up until you’re carrying my baby… until your body is mine in every way.”

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you arched up, pressing your chest against his, needing more of him—needing all of him.

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice low and filled with need. “I want it… I want all of it, Carlos. I want you.”

Carlos groaned at your words, his control slipping further as his hands moved lower, gripping your hips as he settled between your legs.

“I’m going to give it to you,” he whispered, his voice dark and full of promise. “You’re going to feel me, every inch of me, until I’m deep inside you… filling you up.”

You moaned at the raw intensity of his words, your hands sliding down his back, pulling him closer, needing to feel him, to be consumed by him.

Your hands moved with urgency, sliding down his back before pushing at his shirt, needing to feel more of his skin beneath your fingertips. Carlos helped you, sitting back for just a moment to pull the fabric over his head, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the toned muscles of his arms. The sight of him, all broad shoulders and strength, made your mouth go dry.

He leaned back down, pressing his lips to your neck as you fumbled with the waistband of his pants. Your fingers trembled slightly, driven by the heat building between you, and Carlos smirked against your skin, his breath hot and teasing.

“Eager, cariño?” he teased, his voice a low rumble against your throat.

You let out a soft laugh, though it was shaky, your fingers finally succeeding in pushing his pants down his hips. “You have no idea,” you murmured back, biting your lip as you felt him, hard and ready, pressing against you through the thin fabric of his boxers.

Carlos groaned as you reached down, palming him through the material, his hips jerking into your hand in response. “Fuck…” he breathed, his voice rough with need. “You keep doing that, and I won’t be able to take my time with you.”

You smiled, leaning up to nip at his jaw as you slid your hand into his boxers, your fingers wrapping around him, feeling just how much he wanted you. “Who said I wanted you to take your time?” you whispered against his skin.

His hips bucked into your hand at your words, and you could feel him, hard and throbbing against your palm.

Carlos pulled your hand away, pinning it above your head as he lowered himself back down over you, his free hand sliding along your thigh, spreading you open beneath him. “You’re such a tease, but I’ve waited long enough,” he murmured, his voice thick with need as he positioned himself between your legs. “I want you now.”

Your heart raced, your breath catching in your throat as he leaned down, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was more intense, more urgent than before. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension in his body as he hovered just above you, holding back for only a moment.

And then, with one slow, deliberate thrust, he was inside you.

A gasp tore from your lips, your body arching up to meet him as he filled you completely, the feeling of him deep inside making your mind go blank for a second. Carlos groaned low in his throat, his hips grinding against yours as he buried himself to the hilt, his breath hot and ragged in your ear.

“Fuck… you feel so good, so wet” he mumbled, his voice strained with pleasure. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, the intensity of his gaze making your pulse race. “You’re perfect, cariño. So fucking perfect.”

You moaned softly, your fingers gripping his shoulders as you moved with him, your bodies falling into a slow, steady rhythm that built with each thrust. Every movement sent a new wave of pleasure crashing over you, your body responding to him in ways that left you dizzy and breathless.

His hand slid down to your lower stomach, pressing lightly as he groaned against your skin.

“You feel that?” he rasped, his voice dark and full of desire. “Feel how deep I am inside you… I’m going to fill you up, just like you asked.”

Your breath hitched as Carlos’s hand pressed against your lower stomach, the weight of his touch amplifying the sensation of him buried deep inside you. His words sent a shiver racing down your spine, every syllable dripping with raw desire. You could barely think, your mind clouded with the overwhelming feeling of him—how he filled you completely, pushing you closer to the edge with every movement.

“Yes,” you whispered, voice trembling with need, your fingers clawing at his back as you arched into him. “I feel it… I want it, Carlos. I want you to fill me.”

A low groan escaped him, his hips grinding harder against yours in response to your plea. His lips found the sensitive spot on your neck, trailing slow, heated kisses as he began to thrust deeper, each movement purposeful and powerful. The friction, the pressure, sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, leaving you breathless.

His lips grazed your earlobe, sending a shiver straight down your spine, making you clench around him. He hummed, pressing a kiss behind your ear, “squeezing me so tight, cariño, I could stay inside you forever.”

Just as you thought the pleasure couldn’t get more intense, Carlos’s hand slipped lower, his fingers finding your clit. He teased you, drawing gentle circles that made you gasp, every touch sending electricity through you. As his fingers worked their magic, he leaned down, his mouth finding your nipple. He licked and nipped at the sensitive peak, his tongue swirling with a heated urgency that drove you wild.

The tension inside you coiled tighter, your body responding to him with every touch, every word. You could feel your release building, the pleasure tightening in your core as Carlos pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m so close,” you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. Your nails dug into his back, desperate to hold on as you lost yourself in him. “Don’t stop, please… I need it.”

“Then cum for me, cariño,” he urged, his fingers never relenting on your clit while his mouth continued to suck and tease your nipple. “I want to feel you break apart around me.”

With the combination of his thrusts, his fingers, and the heat of his mouth, you felt yourself spiraling toward ecstasy, every sensation amplifying until you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Carlos!” you cried out, your body quaking as pleasure washed over you in waves, your orgasm crashing down with an intensity that took your breath away. You felt him groan in response, the sensation of him filling you with his cum driving you even higher as your body clamped around him, squeezing tightly as he rode out your release.

He buried himself deep inside you, his fingers still working on your clit until you were completely spent, trembling beneath him as he kissed you softly, his lips lingering over your skin. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “Absolutely perfect.”

For a moment, you both lingered in that afterglow, bodies entwined, breaths mingling as you basked in the warmth of each other. Your fingers drifted over the planes of his back, feeling the steady rhythm of his breath beneath your palm, while his gaze remained fixed on yours, a small, tender smile playing on his lips. He reached up to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch featherlight and intimate.

Carlos’ presence enveloped you like a cozy blanket, and the sensation of him deep inside you sent soft waves of pleasure through your body. 

With a slow, deliberate movement, he pulled back, his cock slipping free from your body. The emptiness that followed made you whimper softly in protest, a sound that drew a low chuckle from him as he glanced down at the evidence of your shared pleasure pooling between your thighs.

“We can’t let any of this go to waste,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that resonated through the quiet room. His smirk widened as his fingers traced a path down to the mess between your legs, gathering the remnants of his release. The touch of his warm skin against your sensitive folds sent a shiver coursing through you, and when he pushed the slick mixture back into your clenching heat, you gasped, the intimacy of the act making your pulse quicken.

As he withdrew his fingers, you caught his wrist, guiding his hand to your lips. Your gaze locked with his as you wrapped your mouth around his cum-coated fingers, licking them clean with deliberate slowness. 

A playful smile tugged at your lips as you released his hand, your fingers tracing a gentle line along his jaw. “You know,” you murmured, voice low and teasing, “it might take a couple of tries for you to get me pregnant.”

Carlos’ eyes darkened with a mixture of amusement and desire, his hand still resting on your hip as he leaned closer, his breath brushing warmly over your lips. “That’s alright,” he replied, his voice a rich, gravelly whisper. “In fact…” His fingers dipped lower, tracing lazy, suggestive circles over your still-sensitive skin, “I’d say the practice is half the fun.” 

Your breath caught as he dipped his head down, capturing your lips in a slow, heated kiss that spoke of lingering hunger. His other hand moved to rest on your lower stomach, and you could still feel the phantom sensation of him filling you, of being stretched and claimed. When he pulled back, his mouth barely an inch from yours, he whispered, “Besides, I plan on savoring every single attempt until we get it just right.”

The promise in his tone sent a thrill racing through you, the implication that this wouldn’t be the last time he would fill you, over and over again, until you were heavy with the proof of his desire.

“Then why don’t we put in a little extra practice tonight?” you murmured, your voice carrying a teasing edge as your fingers traced the line of his jaw. “I want to make sure we get it just right too.”

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[peachdues]

IN THE NETHERWOOD

PART II

KINKTOBER 2023 ♤ WEREWOLF!SANEMI X RED RIDING HOOD!READER

PART I HERE

A/N: I would apologize for the utter lack of plot, but we all know why you're here. You can have plot later; for now, enjoy some 9.5k words of pure monster porn. 13.4k words total.

CW: explicit sexual content • MDNI • werewolf fucking x F!Reader • knotting/mating • breeding • tummy bulging • so many creampies • like a concerning amount of cum • Sanemi half-transforms and has fangs/claws • slight blood mention • spit kink • oral sex (F!receiving) • Reader gets fucked stupid tbh • mildly violent/potentially upsetting content at the end but I don’t want to give anything away

You awoke the next morning not upon a bed of pine needles or curled against an overlarge piece of driftwood but cushioned against warm skin and rocky muscle.

Your eyes fluttered open, squinting against the watery light of morning, having not seen the sun since you’d first entered the Netherwood more than a week earlier. But the clearing by the river Sanemi had led you to the previous night meant fewer trees, and so, the dull gray of morning was visible above your heads where you’d slept curled atop the Huntsman’s broad chest.

You rolled your head against his sternum, peering up at the soundly sleeping Woodsman, admiring the peaceful serenity of his slumbering face.

His chest rose and fell steadily as he dreamed, and you could not stop yourself from allowing your hands to wander, to explore this Wolf who was to be your mate.

Your fingers began at his forehead, brushing his silvery strands back and exposing the cross-crossed scars lanced across his forehead. You traced each one, marveling at the shiny, smooth texture beneath your fingertips.

You danced your fingers over and down the features of his face and to the hollow of this throat. You then ventured lower, grazing over the thick scars rippling across the exposed portion his chest.

With a hard swallow, you allowed your hand to drop lower, teasingly traipsing down the ridges of his abdomen until you came to the waistband of his breeches.

Your eyes lowered to the seam of his pants, breath lodging in your throat at the rigid bulge that had formed at his groin.

You held your breath as your hand graced lower, your curiosity a tug in your gut not capable of being ignored.

Before you could brush your hand against the bulge, a warm hand snagged around your wrist, halting it in mid-air.

“Lamb,” Sanemi’s voice was thick with sleep but full of warning. “May I ask what you’re doing?”

Feeling bold, you threw a leg over Sanemi’s hips, rolling yourself atop him and pressing your groin flush against his, breath hitching as the rigid formation in his pants brushed against the sensitive spot between your legs.

“Wolf,” You mocked his tone, though your breaths were jerky and short. “Touch me again.”

A low growl reverberated from Sanemi’s throat, his fingers digging into the plush of your thigh, though you could not tell whether it was out of his wavering restraint or mounting desire.

When he did not move his hands, you bucked your hips against his, pushing against his groin in impatient demand.

Your name fell from his lips, choked and guttural. “If you keep doing that,” he ground out through clenched teeth. “I will not be able to stop myself.”

You leaned forward, lips grazing the vein protruding in his neck, savoring the way it thrummed under your touch. The blunt tips of Sanemi’s nails bit into your skin as he snarled against your neck.

You only smirked at his fraying restraint. “Then don’t.”

Sanemi gently but reluctantly pushed you off him, though his hands lingered against your waist, his fingers tracing circles.

“Didn’t your grandmother warn you never to provoke a hungry beast?”

“She may have, once,” you conceded with a sly grin, your fingers slipping below the waist of Sanemi’s breeches to tug him forward so that his hips were pressed against yours once more. “But I was never particularly good at listening.”

“A bad habit you’ve carried with you into the Wood, it seems,” the Huntsman agreed. “And you’ve made me quite ravenous, little Lamb.”

You squeaked as Sanemi’s hands braced around your waist and he promptly lifted you off him and plopped you unceremoniously on the pebbled shore beside him.

“But I, unlike you, possess a morsel of self-control.” He shot you a sly grin. “I can wait until we get to my den.”

“You certainly had no compunctions when it came to tasting me last night.” You grumbled.

Sanemi lifted an eyebrow as his lips quirked up in a smirk of his own. “And taste you again I shall,” he purred, sitting up. “But I want you spread out across across the floor of my den — not here, in the open.”

Sanemi rose to his feet and swiftly began gathering your supplies, preparing for the trek ahead.

“How is your wound?” He called conversationally as he fastened his traveling cloak around his shoulders.

You’d not given much thought to the gash Kaigaku had inflicted upon you the day before, and your stomach dipped at the thought of your skin stretching around the tender flesh.

Only, to your slight confusion, you really felt no pain at all; none of that burning, sharp aching you’d felt all the previous night until Sanemi had distracted you with his wicked fingers and even more wicked tongue.

“My leg!” You gasped, your skirts bunched in your hands as you pulled them back, damning propriety as you exposed its bare length to the Huntsman.

To your shock, all that remained of the wound inflicted by Kaigaku’s knife was a thin, reddish scar, as though the injury was several weeks old as opposed to mere hours.

You pressed the tips of your fingers against the thin stripe of skin, testing it. “It does not hurt, either!”

You looked back to Sanemi though he seemed nonplussed in contrast to your wide-eyed bewilderment.

“At least I won’t have to carry you anymore,” the Huntsman’s tone was teasing as he fastened his worn traveling cloak around his shoulders. “You constantly grabbing fistfuls of my fur was starting to get annoying. I thought you were going to leave behind bald patches.”

You gaped at him. “Does it not concern you that my wound magically healed itself overnight without a drop of medicine?”

“Not particularly, no,” Sanemi held out a hand to help bring you to your feet. “Not when it’s my mark you bear upon your skin.” He said with a naughty wink.

You accepted his assistance with a huff, secretly marveling over the calloused, steady warmth of his touch as you righted yourself. “It’s humbling to know that, despite you spending the evening with your head between my legs, you continue to be as vague and elusive as you were when we first began this journey.”

Sanemi, who had turned away to adjust the various knives he kept strapped on his belt and in his pouch whipped back around to you. He frowned at the bemused yet vexed expression you wore.

“I don’t mean to be withholding,” he said after a moment. “I am just — unaccustomed to this,” the Huntsman motioned back and forth between you.

You returned his frown. “Talking?”

“Ye — no,” Sanemi ground his teeth for a moment, struggling for his words. “It is not the conversation part I find difficult. That part has been easy — with you, at least.”

Your cheeks warmed as the Huntsman continued. “It’s the…intimacy of it.” He scrunched his eyebrows in thought. “Sharing the details of what I am with someone who does not already know them.”

Your irritation melted into something lighter, as a slow grin spread across your face.

“What?” He snapped.

“How serendipitous,” you said coyly. “You once found yourself irritated by my questions and now it seems you’re in need of them.”

Sanemi shook his head, muttering softly to himself as he secured his satchel around his shoulders and turned back, waiting for you to follow him back into the Wood. “Trust you to find amusement when I try to be serious.”

You only smiled as the pair of you set off, shoulder to shoulder, to begin your trek not towards any human village resting on the other side of the Netherwood, but to Sanemi’s den.

“What is a den anyway?” You kicked a small pebble, sending it skittering off into the brush. “Is it a literal wolf’s den?”

“A cave,” Sanemi’s tone was relaxed even as his eyes remained sharp, his nostrils flaring every so often to scent out any potential threat hidden in the shadows. “I s’ppose it is pretty close to what you think of when you consider wolves’ dens. We use them for mating, or for our heats.”

“You can go into heat without mating?”

“Aye,” he answered. “Our heats don’t happen often — maybe once or twice a year.” Sanemi looked back to you in thought. “I do find it ironic that our paths crossed right before a Blood Moon.”

You frowned. “And what is a Blood Moon?”

“Simply put, it is an eclipse,” Sanemi’s fingers moved to brush your cheek. “One that makes the moon appear crimson. But for wolves — cursed like me and those born — it is a time when our strength is at its peak; but we are also more unstable. Wild.”

You felt an excited chill pass over your skin. “But what does that have to do with your heat?”

The Huntsman only shrugged. “Blood moons can trigger heats behind the usual cycle; they can be stronger. More intense.”

“Which is why,” Sanemi reached over where you walked beside him and flicked your nose. “Your cloak is important, Lamb.”

“Speaking of that, you once warned me about the color of my cloak,” you frowned, pinching the fabric between your fingers. “You said red can symbolize many different things.”

“Aye, it can,” Sanemi held out a hand to help you over a particularly rocky bit of terrain, not letting go until he’d ensured you reached even ground. “I am surprised your Grandmother did not warn you of that.”

You felt slightly defensive of the old woman. “She may not have known. It’s an old cloak. It was an heirloom.”

“I highly doubt she did not know its import,” Sanemi disagreed, casting a sidelong glance your direction. “I told you it was enchanted. It has been acting as a ward against those in the Wood that would do you harm.”

“Cloaks like that are not just made and sold to unsuspecting villagers. Those who desire them, do so for specific reasons.”

You frowned, thumbing the fabric. “And what of the color? You’ve yet to tell me what the red means.”

Sanemi’s cheeks pinkened. “Red is an important color to wolves like me. It is the only color we can see.”

Your head whipped towards him with a soft gasp. “You mean — you cannot see other colors?”

The Huntsman shook his head, his eyes roaming the path before you. “Only the red of your cloak.”

“And its meaning?” You pressed.

Sanemi hesitated. “Red has been understood to be a mating signal. A declaration that one is unmarked but willing.”

You gaped at him. “So that day — the day we met,” you managed, your cheeks warming. “You thought I was — that I was offering myself to you?”

Rather than flush further, Sanemi laughed — a rich, velvety sound that filled you with warmth.

“No Lamb,” he said affectionately. “I didn’t think a scared little thing like you even knew what that cloak meant. Especially when you looked half-ready to pass out when you saw me.”

You crossed your arms self-consciously in front of your chest. “I’d been running for over a day, and the Wood is terrifying.”

The Huntsman’s hand found yours and he laced your fingers with his. “And yet you found me all the same. Perhaps the cloak worked.”

He lifted a hand to your shoulder, where his mark sat below the heavy fabric of the crimson hood. “After all, I am no longer taking you to another human village; I’m taking you somewhere so I can utterly defile you.”

Your thighs clenched together, his words sending excitement, coarse and hot, cascading through your veins. “It is not defilement when I am begging for your touch, Wolf.”

Sanemi tugged on your hand, pulling you against his chest and surprising you with a soft kiss, his thumb stroking your chin.

“Beg you shall, my darling Lamb.” He murmured against your lips. “So let us speed up our step so I can hear those sweet pleas.”

You giggled as Sanemi led you deeper into the Wood by your hand, your cheeks flushed pink and your stomach tittering with excitement at the prospect of what the moonrise would bring.

—-

It was late afternoon when Sanemi slowed to a stop.

You slowed beside him and followed his line of sight, looking down a small valley to see a series of small, interconnected rocky formations peppered throughout the ravine.

You exhaled softly. “Is that—?”

Sanemi nodded. “My den is just over there,” he pointed to a mass of moss-covered rock about halfway down the valley. “Though you  cannot tell from this distance, it’s fairly deep on the inside.” He glanced down at you, eyes softening at the exhilaration upon your face. “We will not be disturbed.”

You tore your eyes away from the peaceful spread of land, the soft slopes of the mountainous terrain appearing so out of place with the murky darkness of the Netherwood. “And this is where you go every time you go into heat?”

“Aye, when wolves are unmated, it’s best for us to be alone,” Sanemi blushed slightly, a hand jumping to rub at the back of his neck. “To weather it alone, that is.”

Your hand found his and squeezed gently. “You won’t have to any longer.”

The Huntsman’s answering smile was warm as he tucked you into his side, kissing your hair.

“Come,” he said. “Let us get set up for the night.”

———

Sanemi had spoken the truth; though the cave had appeared small and unassuming from the outside, once he parted the thick ivy curtain which obscured the entrance from the sight of any wandering passerbys, you could see the mouth of the stone gave way to a comfortably large, rocky alcove.

The wall was set back about twenty feet from the cave’s entry. On one side, you spied a series of unevenly spaced ledges that Sanemi appeared to use as shelves, a cluster of odd-shaped packages wrapped in cloths of various fabrics resting upon the sediment.

Across from the little storage area was a thick pile of animal furs, soft and in pristine condition. Each was piled atop the other, creating a pad several inches thick that would serve as a barrier against the dirt-rock floor of the den.

Your eyes lingered on the pelts before you turned to Sanemi, head cocked in question.

Sanemi’s gaze darkened as it flitted between you and the furs. “A nest,” he explained, his voice turning to gravel. “To make the heat more comfortable.”

He paused for a moment. “Had I known I’d be finding myself a mate, I would have brought more. I was expecting to endure my heat alone —“

“It’s perfect,” you cut him off, hand covering his in assurance. “It’s all perfect.”

Sanemi brushed your hair back, hand caressing your face. He nodded towards the makeshift shelves on the opposite side of the nest. “Provisions,” he said. “I came here just before you found me to stock up on dried meat and fruits — and water.”

He nudged your foot shyly with his own. “And trust when I say you will need your sustenance.”

The suggestion in his tone was enough to make you step into him, heat pooling sensually in the depths of your stomach.

“Sanemi,” you whispered, and the Huntsman’s breath quickened. “Kiss me.”

Soft lips moved softly against your own, but it was not enough. With an eager gasp, you pressed forward, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, your teeth tugging at his bottom lip in silent request.

Sanemi opened, and your tongues melded together, both of you sighing deeply into the other as you breathed him in.

You walked him back, Sanemi allowing himself to be led to the edge of his nest. You pushed lightly on his chest, and he lowered himself, the Huntsman’s hands sliding down your waist and to your hips, tugging you down with him to straddle his lap.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as you rest against him. As the two of you settled against the soft furs of the den nest, the Huntsman’s hardening length pushing against the sensitive spot between your legs, causing you both to gasp.

The Wolf’s chest rose hard and quick as you pushed your hips down against his once more.

Sanemi was panting against your mouth as you ground down once more against his crotch, mewling at the way his hardening bulge connected with that spot between your legs that made your toes curl.

“You must keep your cloak on,” he managed to whisper against your throat as he nuzzled against your skin.

At the first sound of the whimper building in your throat, Sanemi pushed your hips down against him, rolling his clothed groin up into yours. “I will still remove your dress, little lamb,” He huffed a quiet laugh skimming your jaw with his nose. “But the cloak is for your safety.”

“I do not wish for you to take me safely,” you whined, “I want you to take me as your mate.”

The declaration that you intended to accept the bond made the huntsman groan, his grip on your hips tightening as the fabric of your dress gathered beneath his palms.

“Be careful what you wish for, woman,” he warned, nipping at the tender spot beneath your ear.

“I will mate you, little lamb, but you are human.” Sanemi pulled back to face you, a warm hand coming to rest against your face as he gently, but firmly, forced you to meet his eyes. “And it is the full moon; it will be hard enough to restrain myself from transforming while I take you, even with your cloak on.”

Sanemi’s eyes shut tightly and for a moment, it looked as though he was in pain. “But were I to shift while claiming you right now, I couldn’t guarantee that I wouldn’t harm you. It is a risk I will not take, lamb.”

A warmth spread through your chest at the consideration and care the roughened man continued to show you, even as his heat only continued to heighten, evidenced by the ever-growing swell beneath his trousers.

The flutter in your stomach was tempered as your mind processed his words. “But you will shift while taking me? One day?”

Sanemi hesitated for a moment before nodding, and it was a struggle for you to refrain from clenching your thighs together. The wolf’s eyes were concerned, if not timid, as they searched yours. “Does that frighten you?”

The only thing that frightened you was how excited you felt at the prospect of Sanemi fully transforming into his fearsome, powerful wolf form as he pressed you into the pelts of his bed, but you weren’t about to confess that to him right then.

So you only shook your head, your fingers rising to gently caress the scar jutting across his cheek. “No, my wolf; that does not scare me at all.”

A pale eyebrow quirked up as a small smirk pulled at Sanemi’s lips. “So I am your wolf now, little lamb?”

“If I am to be yours, then you are to be mine, no?” You kissed him again, moaning softly at the soft fullness of his lips as they moved easily against yours. “Doesn’t the mating bond go both ways?”

Sanemi’s eyes were full of wonder as they roamed your face. “It does,” he whispered. “What you feel, I shall also, and likewise.”

“Then that makes you, my wolf.” You answered simply, smiling slyly. You leaned down to kiss him once more, your arms winding around his neck. The Huntsman groaned, his hands roaming the curves of your body, until they came to rest against your chest.

“Allow me,” Sanemi said gently, fingers coming to unlace the stays on your outer corset. “I’d prefer for you to be undressed before the moon rises.”

You grinned. “You just want to see me bare.”

“Aye, that’s true,” the Wolf chuckled, the sound sending goosebumps over your skin as his fingers deftly unwinding the cords keeping the garment secured. “But I also don’t want you trying to skin me for having destroyed your only set of clothing in my haste to have you my way.”

You mocked a pout. “But the cloak must stay?”

“Yes, you seductive little thing; your cloak stays for your protection.”

You groaned, huffing in annoyance as Sanemi finally undid the last lace of your corset and cast it aside. He pushed you back to sit against the pelts, kneeling before you to unlace your boots.

Once he’d set aside the worn leather shoes, the Huntsman focused his attention on the pair of long wool socks that went just over your knees. You tried to keep from squirming as his warm hands brushed against the bare skin above the tops of your socks, but the Wolf seemed intent on teasing you as much as possible. As he worked each sock slowly down your leg, he allowed his fingers to teasingly drag along the sensitive skin of your upper thighs.

You fought the urge to clench them together, your teeth gnashing together as you willed yourself not to shiver beneath his tantalizing touch. But you could not control the rush of arousal which flooded you, and your cheeks turned scarlet at the way Sanemi’s nostrils flared slightly, scenting you, a cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“So eager, little Lamb,” he simpered, allowing his fingers to drop to the space above one of your newly exposed ankle and massaging it. “So enticing.”

You glowered at him. “You know precisely what you’re doing, and I won’t fall for your little game.”

It was a lie, and you knew it as well as he, for all it took was a quick press of his lips against the crease between your shin and knee to have you whimpering, hips involuntarily bucking as you grew desperate for him to continue.

“It would not take much for me to have you begging, Lamb,” Sanemi warned, eliciting a gasp from you as he nipped the sensitive skin of your thigh. “Be grateful I will be in no mood to tease once the moon rises.”

You whined as Sanemi’s hands removed  your skirts one at a time, and then your shift, slowly peeling back each of your layers until you were bare beneath him.

He pulled away once, to remove his cloak and the billowy linen shirt he wore, and then his boots. Left in nothing but his breeches, he knelt before you on the pelts, covering your trembling body with his warm solid form.

Your fingers jumped to the ties on his breeches, but Sanemi jerked his hips out of the way. At your small whine, he chuckled, his lips beginning a descent down your body from your neck.

“I first need to taste you,” he said simply between the soft nips he trailed down your torso, breaking up each prick of his teeth with alternating licks of his warm tongue.

Your small pout was quickly chased away by the electrifying sensation of Sanemi’s lips drifting closer and closer to where you wanted him most and you settled back against the furs, a tiny smile tugging at your mouth.

You spread your legs wider to accommodate his mass, so lean yet so solid, the muscles on his chest looking as though they’d been carved from the finest stone by only the most skilled of masons. Against the flickering light of the small fire he’d lit inside the cave, Sanemi’s hair was reminiscent of starlight, and his eyes, locked steadily with yours, glimmered like two, precious stones.

His mouth trailed lower, sweeping across your hipbones as he drew nearer to your core, Sanemi groaning softly as he scented your arousal where it pooled between your legs.

Your hands drifted to your naked breasts, your fingers pinching and tugging at your soft peaks as you nudged your hips forward, silently begging Sanemi to bestow upon you the same pleasure he’d given you the night before.

The Huntsman did not need a great deal of convincing. Hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you wide open, he surged forward and latched his mouth to your eager cunt.

Sanemi devoured you like a man starved.

He was sloppy; his face was pressed firmly against your center, jaw working furiously as his tongue lapped between your folds before dipping inside of your entrance, savoring the way your tight walls cinched around the wet appendage, before he pulled out and repeated the movement. The sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs could not rest, not between alternating brushes of the tip of his nose and the graze of his teeth as feasted.

Every so often, he would pull back, leaving only the tip of his tongue flicking against your bead, his face shiny with your slick, as he watched your face, the way your eyebrows knit and how your lips parted to let loose your breathy, desperate whimpers and pleas for more. But that brief moment of respite as he observed you rarely lasted more than a few thunderous beats of your heart before the Huntsman swooped down upon you once more, thrusting his tongue deep into your entrance and curling up, brushing against a spot within you that had you screaming his name.

One hand gripped your thigh harshly, his nails digging into the soft inner skin as he pulled you harder against his mouth, groaning between lewd slurps and smacks against your cunt. The other made its way towards your entrance, his fingers dragging lightly over the soft, fatty underside of your backside before settling at your opening, teasingly circling it.

“I can see you clenching,” he muttered between harsh sucks at your pearl. “Do you long to be filled, Lamb?”

Speech was difficult, but you managed to nod desperately your throat remembered how to make sound. “Y-yes!” You could hardly hear yourself over the roar in your ears as you chased that ascendant feeling building steadily in your gut. “P-please, Sanemi — I feel so…s-so empty —“

The Wolf seemed to be in a charitable mood, for he swiftly plunged two of his fingers into your core, burying them right down to the joint. Half a beat later, and Sanemi crooked those thick, calloused digits, fingertips massaging your inner walls until your thighs vibrated around his head, and his name left your mouth in a small shriek.

The Huntsman’s lips latched around your sensitive nub, alternating between sucking and licking, making you writhe against the furred pelts of the nest. The thumb of the hand working steadily at your entrance stretched up the length of your cunt, pressing firmly against your pearl and rotating in small circles, so he could continue to stimulate you even during those brief few seconds when his mouth would pull away from you so that he could swallow your juices like it was the finest nectar.

Your cries bounced off the walls of the cave den, the coil in your cut winding tight, your entire body shaking beneath the furious ministrations of Sanemi’s mouth against your cunt.

Sanemi’s head dipped down to plunge his tongue into your opening, right alongside his fingers and you came undone, the soft pelts beneath you disappearing as your body ascended high through the clouds of your pleasure.

Sanemi moaned as he drank from you, his free hand moving from your thigh to your hips to help you grind against his face, his eyes rolling back slightly as he savored your sweet taste.

Your dizzying high gradually guttered out, letting you drift softly back down against the pelts, your skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

The Huntsman imparted two, final licks against your hyper-sensitive folds before drawing back, his tongue running over his lips to collect the last traces of your juices that still lingered around his mouth.

“When we get home,” Sanemi’s voice was husky, as he brought the fingers he’d hand inside you to his mouth, his tongue carefully cleaning your essence from his digits. “You are to spend an entire day sitting upon my face while I feast. You will not move until I’ve had my fill.”

His vow made your stomach flutter and your mouth go dry. “You mean that was not enough?”

Sanemi’s answering grin was wolfish. “Not in the slightest, Lamb. You provoke a hunger in me that I fear cannot be sated.”

He leaned down over you, hand firmly cupping your jaw to part your lips as he slotted his mouth over you. His tongue slid into your mouth to caress yours, and you moaned at the musky, sweet taste of yourself still on his lips.

He broke the kiss with a wet smack. “So we shall start with a day and see how well you please me. If I am still unhappy, then you shall have to remain there until I am otherwise satisfied.”

“And what of my satisfaction, Wolf?” Sanemi’s grin only widened at your challenge. “So far, I’ve heard talk of only yours.”

The Huntsman’s fingers grazed your dampened slit, still so sensitive from what he’d done with his mouth that you hissed lightly, as he covered your body with his own.

“Have I not pleased you enough, sweetling? My sincerest apologies.” He mocked, rolling his clothed groin against your bare one. He dipped his head low, sucking one of your breasts into his mouth before kissing his way up your neck to your chin, stopping to let his lips just hover above yours. “We shall see if you’re still feeling so cheated once my cock is buried inside you, hm?”

The reminder of what was about to transpire in a matter of minutes as the sun dipped lower and lower below the horizon outside the cave stilled you, momentarily breaking through the lusty haze in your mind.

“Sanemi,” the seriousness in your tone drew the Huntsman to a halt, his eyes flicking to yours, his hands stilling.

You gulped. “It will hurt, will it not?”

Sanemi’s eyes softened, and his fingers began rubbing soothing circles into your skin, his touch gentle. “It will at first, yes.”

You nodded. “Do you think — can we start before moonrise?” Your hands found his and squeezed, pleadingly. “If it is going to hurt, I would prefer to do it before your heat sets in.”

Sanemi’s hand pulled away from your grasp to hold the side of your face, tilting your head until you had to meet his gaze.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Sanemi’s fingers were delicate as they caressed the curve of your cheek. “You do not owe me anything; I would not dream of asking you to do anything you did not want.”

You parroted his touch by stroking a thumb softly over the scar that crossed his cheek. “I am certain that I want you, Wolf.” You leaned in and pressed your lips gently against his before pulling back. “I ask only because I want that moment to belong to you. Not as my mate, but as the man I’ve chosen to spend my days beside.”

“So please,” you entreated, pressing yourself closer against your Huntsman, your other hand toying with the faint trail of silver hair that spread across his bared pectorals. “Before you claim me as your mate, make me yours, Sanemi.”

The Huntsman’s breath was ragged. “All right, then,” one warm hand wrapped around your waist, its heat somehow burning through the layers of your skirts and shifts. “As you wish, Y/N.”

There was a beat as Sanemi nuzzled your nose with his. “But the cloak stays on.”

He chuckled at your small harrumph, quieting you with the sweetest of kisses, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Nice try,” he murmured against your lips, before rolling you beneath him.

Sanemi kissed his way down your body, a low growl vibrating in his chest as he neared your waiting core, but he held back, pulling off you to raise up on his feet, his hands coming to rest against the front laces of his breeches.

The Huntsman held your heated gaze as he slowly unlaced the leather cord securing his breeches. Without breaking the connection, Sanemi leisurely worked the soft deer hide down his hips and over his thighs, unveiling his toned lower abdominals and strong, muscular thighs.

Your eyes traced over every ridge and dip of the Huntsman’s nude body, cheeks growing hotter and hotter as your gaze dipped down lower.

There was that faint, silvery trail of hair that began just below his navel that had first made you view the Huntsman in a different light, all those days ago. That trail led down past his hips, right where the evidence of his desire stood proud, and waiting.

Sanemi’s manhood was thick and long, its tip level with his navel. It was a few shades darker than the rest of his skin, the head a pinkish color that seemed to grow deeper the longer you stared, as though sensing the events about to unfold and eager to move them along.

You’d seen him nude before, but this time was different. For now, Sanemi’s nakedness was about to belong to you as much as yours was to belong to him.

Sanemi turned slightly to the side to discard his breeches, placing them atop the many layers of your skirts and shift. From that angle, you spied a faint hump near the base of his length, almost imperceptible in the orange, flickering light of the cave, that you nearly mistook it for a trick of the shadows.

“Is that —?” Your voice faltered with your blush.

Sanemi’s answering smirk set off a flurry of butterflies in your stomach. Though you’d seen him in a far more compromising position between your thighs, his beauty still had a habit of catching you off guard.

“Aye,” his voice was both silky and rough as he drew closer to you. “That will be my knot, once it fully forms.”

The Huntsman knelt down beside you on the soft pelts covering the den nest, lowering himself to graze his lips against yours. “But don’t worry about that right now, sweetling.” Sanemi then shifted so that he was hovering over you, a knee wedging between yours to help guide your legs open as he settled into the cradle of your thighs.

His lips ghosted against the side of your neck. “Just focus on me.”

You nodded, breath catching in your throat as his warm weight settled against you. You hissed at the feeling of the tip of his manhood brushing against your slick folds, a spark of pleasure jolting through you like a lightening bolt.

Above you, Sanemi ground his teeth, a tendon popping in his neck as he exhaled sharply. “Christ,” he ground out, repeating the sliding movement of his velvety head against your core. “I pray your cloak is enough, sweet girl. Because I don’t know how I’m going to hold back when you already feel this good.”

The mark on your neck pulsed with a simmering heat that only sent another gush of fluid between your legs. You mewled for him, fingers tugging lightly at his silver locks as you bucked your hips upwards, your body nearly thrumming with your need to be filled by the thick, searing length tracing up and down your folds.

Sanemi moaned. “Alright,” he said, exasperated but his voice shook. “Needy little thing.”

One hand skirted down the length of your thigh, gripping behind your knee to wrap your leg around his hips. The Huntsman’s other hand moved to grip the base of his manhood, lining it up with your entrance. Sanemi’s eyes lifted once to yours in silent question, and anticipation fluttered in your gut.

“Please,” was all you could say, breathy and desperate. “Please.”

As the head of his cock pushed into you, Sanemi rattled out a gasp, his eyes screwing tightly shut as he panted hard above you.

“L-lamb,” he stuttered even as he continued to breach your walls. “You’re so soft…so warm.”

You cried out at the way pleasure and a faint discomfort blended together into a pinching pressure as the Huntsman worked himself into you, his muscles trembling.  The thick, blunt tip of his cock pushed against an inner barrier within you, and your belly clenched in anticipation as Sanemi paused the sinking of his hips into yours. His head dipped to the crook of your neck, right where he’d seared his claim into you, and he began to brush his lips against it, caressing the raised skin with his tongue.

The stimulation of your mark sent a flood of warmth trickling through you, relaxing your tensed limbs and allowing your body to open up to him — this Wolf, who was committed to making you his for good.

Your cry of discomfort melted into a deep moan of desire as your head tilted to the side, exposing more of your neck to the Wolf’s feverish mouth. With a growl of approval, Sanemi surged his hips forward and finally pushed past that thin, inner barrier, embedding himself to the hilt within your spasming walls. The flash of pain from his breach caused you to tense for a breath, your core pulsing at the intrusion. But then Sanemi’s fingers were there, working the nub between your legs to chase away any lingering discomfort as he pressed open-mouthed kisses against your neck, murmuring soft praises.

Pleasure bloomed beneath Sanemi’s skillful touch as the last of the burning subsided. Your breath eased as you relaxed in his embrace, shyly rolling your hips against his to signal you were ready for more.

He pulled back, eyes searching yours. “Are you alright, sweetling?”

Your hands clawed at his back, trying to press the Huntsman closer to you, despite the way your bodies were pressed flush together. “Y-yes,” you managed, your breath stuttering as Sanemi shifted above you, the movement stimulating a spark of heat between your legs.

“M-more, Sanemi,” you moaned, fingers digging into the grooves of the muscles of his shoulders. “Please, more.”

He nodded with a groan, an arm shifting to wrap around your waist to hold you up against him. With his face buried in the crook of your neck, Sanemi began to move, his hips rolling into yours and pushing his manhood deeper and deeper into you.

“Lie back, sweet Lamb,” he murmured in your ear as he rolled into you once more. “Let me make you feel good.”

You couldn’t imagine how much better the Wolf was capable of making you feel than he was at that moment, with every lurid push of his length into your tight heat, but you weren’t about to question his abilities. With a quiet moan, you fell back away from him and against the soft pelts of the den nest, your arms dropping from his shoulders and coming to rest above you, against the furs.

“Fuck, just like that,” Sanemi’s gaze darkened as he beheld the way your position arched your lower back slightly, raising your peaked breasts higher up, your nipples stiff and desperate for stimulation. “You’re so good, little Lamb. So good for me.”

The Huntsman’s gentle praises made your thighs clench and warmth pool in your lower belly. Sanemi leaned forward with a sigh, running a hand up the length of your arm to grip one of your wrists to press it down into the nest. The other returned to your hip, angling you slightly in a way that allowed him to sink even deeper into your syrupy heat.

He lowered his head to wrap his lips around one of the sensitive buds of your breast, tugging it lightly between his teeth. “Gods, Lamb, you’ve no idea what you do to me,” he groaned. “It’s taking — fuck — everything in me not to tear this cloak off you and rut into you like the beast I am.”

You nearly whined at that, drawing upon every ounce of self control within you to not admit that was exactly what you wanted — Sanemi, unrestrained and utterly wild. You locked your ankles against his backside and used all the strength in your legs to push him into you, bucking your hips in tandem with his. “Sanemi, please, I need more —“

He answered with a pointed thrust of his hips, choking you off with a gasp.

“Is that so?” Sanemi’s breath was hot against your ear, and a shiver jolted down your spine at the faint growl that tinged his words. He shifted your legs so that they were wrapped higher around his hips, the fat of your backside resting against his sturdy thighs. “Then you better hold on tight, little Lamb.”

The Huntsman locked a muscled arm around your waist and moved his hand to grip both your wrists, pinning them above your head.

His lips crashed down against yours as Sanemi began to thrust into you with a steady rhythm, each push of his length into your spasming core as precise and fluid as the Huntsman had proved himself to be in the Wood. Only now, he was not faced with an opponent, but with something far more tantalizing — something he desired far more to dominate.

You.

And you were only happy to give into him, what with the way his cock charted previously unexplored places deep inside you, repeatedly brushing against spots that had your mouth falling open and stars appearing in the corners of your eyes.

Sanemi’s tongue slid into your mouth as his hands moved to arch your back further, your legs rising higher on his waist until they were locked just under his ribcage, the Huntsman bearing more of his weight down upon you and pressing you harder into his nest.

You pulled away from his lips, your breath ragged. “I - I f-feel,” you tried to babble, though your mouth struggled to form coherent words against the symphony of moans and whimpers that each push of Sanemi’s length into you dragged out.

Sanemi’s lips moved down your neck and danced across your throat. “How do you feel, Lamb?” He cooed, the tip of his incisor brushing against the hollow of your throat, his pace only increasing with every deep plunge of his length into your silken cavern.

Your eyes fluttered shut even as your eyebrows knit together, the knowledge of how to properly speak nothing more than a distant memory.

“F-full,” you managed to pant after a moment. “So — ah — full, Sanemi.”

Amidst the sounds of your breathy moans and Sanemi’s rugged pants and snarls, a pointed, wet schlick began to echo off the walls of the cave den as Sanemi continued to build his rhythm, his cock nearly pulling all the way out of your honeyed heat before he plunged it right back in, hitting you so deep, you wondered whether he might be able to touch your very soul.

Your moans grew louder as that familiar coil began to tighten behind your navel, just above where you felt the tip of Sanemi’s length begin to twitch within you.

Sanemi stuttered out a broken groan of your name. “My sweet, sweet girl —“

“I love you!” you gasped, the thick, pleasured fog in your head unable to keep the words from tumbling out of your mouth. “Ngh — I love you — fuck, Sanemi!”

The Huntsman only growled in response, his hands digging into your hips to pull you to meet his thrusts, his hips snapping faster against you.

Just outside the mouth of the den, the clouds parted and the moon’s silvery rays filtered through the small cracks in the earthen wall of the cave.

Sanemi’s thrusts stuttered as his body suddenly seized. His head was thrown back, the tendons and muscles in his neck rigid with strain, while his chest heaved, struggling to take a breath.

The fingers digging into your hips tightened and you cried out at the sharp prick of nails sinking into your soft flesh. At the sound of your voice, Sanemi’s hands pulled away to reveal fingers now with long, curved nails.

His claws.

A choked, strangled noise that was somewhere between a groan and a howl ripped from Sanemi’s throat as he shuddered violently above you. The tremors sent faint vibrations right to where the two of you were connected, sparking new yet short-lived waves of pleasure rippling through your core. you mewled at the loss of stimulation as the huntsman stilled once more, desperately wanting him to start moving again to ease the burgeoning friction between your legs.

Your hips involuntarily twitched up against his and Sanemi’s head snapped down, his attention now wholly focused on you, writhing below him.

The first thing you noticed were his eyes.

No longer did they reflect the soft lilac that you’d come to find comfort in; that regarded you with a curious gentleness that often contrasted with Sanemi’s gruff and scarred countenance.

Now, the eyes that watched you from above had faded to a startling silver that glowed nearly as bright as the fat moon which hung just outside the mouth of the den.

But his eyes were nothing compared to the fangs that had formed on both his upper and bottom rows of teeth.

Sanemi’s incisors had lengthened, the upper pair extending nearly to his lower lip. The teeth tapered out to sharp points, glistening in the moonlight with a promise of violence to anyone who might find themselves at their mercy.

He had warned you that it would be difficult to keep himself from shifting while he mated you, but you’d assumed that the presence of your cloak would keep him in his human form. It seemed, however, that the magical protection afforded by the Ruby red wool draped around your shoulders, still could not fully temper the beast within.

Especially when that beast was in the thick of his heat and claiming you as his mate.

Still embedded deep within your heat, apparently oblivious to the growing friction that caused you to squirm, Sanemi’s nostrils flared and his eyes dropped to the sides of your hips. His pupils contracted, a deadly glint igniting within his silver pools, as he beheld the thin rivulets of blood which had gathered and crested beneath the marks left behind by his claws.

A growl, low and dangerous built in his throat at the sight of the crimson, but the arm wrapped around your waist tightened in silent apology.

His free hand rose to cup your jaw and he squeezed, forcing your mouth to fall open. Sanemi leaned over you, his tongue falling out of his mouth where you could see he’d gathered some of his saliva, and he let it drip past your parted lips. You accepted the fluid, warm and slightly sweet, as it pooled in your mouth until all that connected his lips with yours was a single, clear string of saliva that broke as Sanemi spoke once more.

“Swallow,” his voice was gruff and tinged with an animalistic snarl.

You obeyed, and Sanemi huffed in approval, his eyes lowering once more to your sides, waiting.

The skin around the marks left behind by Sanemi’s claws grew warm and then tingled before the sensation quickly faded away.  Curious, your hand fluttered to the outer curve of your right hip, fingers seeking out the tender, bleeding skin. With a soft gasp, you realized all that remained on your flesh were drying flakes of your blood.

Your eyes flew to Sanemi’s in surprise, and the wolf nodded.

His half-shifted form was apparently only able to speak a single word at a time. “Healed,” he confirmed, tongue darting out from between his lips to lick alongside your neck. “Healed.”

 The huntsman’s nose moved to press flush against the soft spot beneath your ear, inhaling deeply. Your breath hitched at the sudden, light graze of his fangs against the curve of your collar bone, accompanied by a distinct wetness that pooled just beneath it.

Sanemi breathed into you again, his corresponding groan deep and possessive, and it occurred to you that in this half-shifted form, he was scenting you, needing to confirm that you were the one he’d marked; the one who was accepting his mating bond.

And your scent was making him drool.

“Mate,” he growled, dragging his nose down your neck to the hollow of your throat where your pulse thrummed. Your breath caught in your throat as the tip of one of his fangs grazed the delicate skin, and you realized it would take no effort for the wolf above you to pierce your neck and claim your life.

It would’ve frightened you, had you not realized that Sanemi was continuing to hold still above you. He remained that way, even though it was likely every instinct he had was screaming at him to move, to mark to, to claim you, especially when he was already sheathed deep within the sanctity of your walls. His restraint was palpable, given how he trembled, even as you felt his cock twitch within you, desperately seeking to fill and breed.

“Mate?” Came his snarl once more tinged by the faintest uncertainty as he awaited your response.

If you wanted him to stop, you had no doubt his will would overcome his base instincts, and he would pull away.

But you didn’t, and so you merely breathed, “Yes, wolf. I am your mate.”

A dark hum of approval rippled from Sanemi’s chest and he answered with a deep push of his hips. You gasped, hitching your legs higher on his waist and you swore it felt as though his cock had somehow grown hotter, thicker, as he began his rut.

But Sanemi in heat did not want your legs wrapped around him; he wanted you submissive, utterly at his mercy as he claimed you as his mate, and so, he flipped you to your hands and knees with a supernatural dexterity that left you breathless.

Clawed hands came to rest on your hips and dragged you back to him, carefully folding the hem of your cloak up and back to expose your rear end to the Wolf’s hungry gaze. One hand left to push against your upper back, pressing you into the soft pelts of the mating nest, while the other tilted your hips until your backside was in the air.

Your stomach clenched at the hot exhale of air that blew against your cunt, thighs squeezing together at the sound of Sanemi scenting you with a deep intake of breath.

“Pretty,” Sanemi marveled, the calloused pad of his index finger swiping along the slick folds of your core, causing your muscles to clench, desperate to be filled once more.

His voice took on a darker edge. “Mine.” He growled, and your head fell forward with a throaty moan as Sanemi’s tongue flattened against your folds for a strong lick.

His mouth only caused your essence to gush once more, and this pleased him, given the contented humming that sent vibrations rocking through you, loosening a desperate cry from your throat.

The sound of your desperation seemed to spark something in the wolf at your back, for Sanemi suddenly tore his mouth away from you and rose to his knees. You were about to turn to beg him to touch you again, when you felt the hot, leaking tip of his cock press into your entrance, slipping past that first ring of muscle before stilling.

Sanemi left his clawed hands on your hips and shifted his weight to let his knees knock your thighs together. Tilting your hips even more, Sanemi then rose up, the head of his cock still tucked safely inside you, and planted one foot on either side of your knees, coming to a squat.

And then, Sanemi began to fuck you once more.

Your thighs trembled beneath you as Sanemi’s cock stretched and filled you, reducing you to no more than a quivering puddle of your own arousal and desperate need to be claimed.

With every relentless push of his cock, with every pointed slap of his groin against your backside, you were reminded that at the end of this, there would be no part of you that remained wholly yours. Sanemi fucked himself into every crevice, every nerve that made up you, his cock chasing away anything that could not be marked by him.

You did not exist for yourself; you existed only for his pleasure and to take his knot.

“Mine,” Sanemi growled, over and over, with every bruising thrust into you, as the swelling base of his cock pressed closer and closer to your entrance.

He was too fast; Sanemi fucked into you at a pace so brutal, it was all you could do to continue holding your hips up, fingers desperately digging into the soft pelted blankets for purchase as every drive of the wolf’s hips made you bounce.

“Mine, mine, mine,” Sanemi chanted, each reminder punctuated by the possessive thrust of his cock into your drooling cunt, so forceful that you struggled to take a breath.

It felt like heaven.

“Yes,” you half-groaned, half-screamed into the fur below you. “Y-yours! Your mate!”

Your words only seemed to make him grow more feral and desperate, his hips snapping even harder against you as his engorged cock threatened to tear you apart from the inside, out.

One of his hands left your hip and you nearly whined, needing to feel him everywhere you couldn’t touch. You chanced a glance over your shoulder, just in time to see Sanemi raise his thumb to his mouth to bite the long, thick curved tip of his claw clean off. His thumb now resembling that of an ordinary man’s, Sanemi brought it right between your legs, pressing down against the series of nerves at the apex of your thighs that made you howl.

Even in the thick of his heat, your pleasure was his priority.

“Oh gods, oh gods,” your voice trembled in time with your body as the pressure in your navel built, much faster than it had before, the walls of your cunt fluttering harder around the thick, bulbous length of the wolf bent over your back. “Sanemi!”

The wolf’s thumb swirled around your bud more insistently, his cock throbbing as he shoved it deeper and deeper into you. From your position on your knees, chest firmly smushed against the pelts of the den nest, you began to feel the soft furs lightly graze against the skin of your stomach, though the lower half of your body was largely still suspended above the ground.

Not even your mind-numbing pleasure could stymie your curiosity as your hand drifted down your abdomen until it met a hard, bulging lump that throbbed just below your navel.

A lump that pulsed in time with every vicious thrust of the wolf’s hips against your backside. With a strangled gasp you pressed down, palm cupping around the thick, protruding head of Sanemi’s cock from the outside as it battered you from within.

The pressure made Sanemi tip his head back, a pleasured snarl rumbling from deep within his chest. His hips stuttered once, causing his heavy, full balls to slap right against your swollen bead and you came undone.

The walls of your core seized around the Wolf’s cock with a dizzying force, your limbs locking up as a euphoric scream tore your throat raw, and tears sprang into your eyes. Your cunt pulsed around his length, a gush of your sticky pleasure surging forth to cost him and his groin, the scent mixing with the heady, thick musk that permeated the air of the den.

Your eyes strained as they rolled deeply back into your head, your brain only vaguely registering the way Sanemi inhaled deeply behind you, a cross between a whine and a groan falling from his lips.

Sanemi’s hips gave one final, mighty push of his cock deep into your womb before you felt a sudden explosion of hot, sticky warmth flood you as Sanemi’s own climax ruptured.

You felt his seed fill you, a stray bead just managing to eke out from where the two of you were joined to trickle teasingly down your inner thigh. You wouldn’t have paid it any mind, but Sanemi growled lowly at it, as though the single drop of his milky pleasure managing to evade capture within your tight warmth was something to mourn.

Several moments passed, and yet Sanemi’s length remained rigid and spurting inside you, only prolonging your own release. As he spilled, Sanemi’s hips lurched forward once more, somehow pushing his cock deeper into your core as it spasmed around him with the last fading waves of your pleasure. But that pleasure was quickly replaced by a burning stretch as something hot and hard and thick bumped up against your entrance.

With a grunt, Sanemi nudged it forward and the hardened gland slipped into your hole, eliciting a mix between a scream and a moan from you that was only muffled by the fur against which you’d buried your face.

His knot, you realized, as your walls tried to rebel against the intrusion and push it out. Your swollen, aching cunt, however, was no match against the heavy, bulbous weight of the plug determined to keep every bit of the hot seed still spurting from Sanemi’s cock locked deep within you.

Several more moments passed as you remained pinned beneath the Wolf, his knot locked snugly within your cunt as he sighed and mewled above you, his lips grazing the back of your neck and shoulders. As your womb began to feel slightly bloated from the volume of hot, viscous seed with which Sanemi filled you, you began to finally feel his cock soften, and the burning stretch of your walls around his knot started to lessen as it slowly shrunk.

As his knot finally ebbed, Sanemi’s cock slipped out, only a small trail of his seed behind it, trickling lightly down your thigh.

His chest pressed harder into your back and you both fell forward, collapsing against the soft pelts cushioning the floor of his den, panting.

Your cheeks were flushed a bright red and your eyes were glassy, every inch of you trembling from the intensity of your joining. To quiet the thunderous beat of your heart against your sternum, you concentrated on on the feeling of his seed, thick and heavy, as it sloshed within your womb.

Soft lips grazed your still-burning mating mark before they moved softly down your spine as Sanemi’s weight lifted from your back. Warm, gentle hands gripped your hips and eased you flat against the nest before turning you over, your body boneless beneath his touch.

Sanemi’s fingers brushed your hair from your face, his eyes full of concern as his hand caressed your cheek. “Are you okay, my lamb?”

It took a surprising amount of effort to remember how to nod your head, and enough time passed that Sanemi lurched over you, his eyes wide as a worried call of your name echoed over the roar in your ears.

“I’m fine,” you managed after a moment, your voice a faint warble as your hands searched for him, needing the warmth of his skin to bring you back down to earth. “I promise I’m okay.”

You took a deep breath and allowed your eyes to slide shut, your face turning to nuzzle deeper into his palm as it rest against your temple. Sanemi’s fingers continued to brush your hairline, over and over, in an effort to soothe you.

When you opened your eyes again, you felt steadier; more grounded. You finally met his worried gaze, his irises having faded back to that delicate lilac hue you loved rather than the glowing silver they’d been during your rut.

But as you shifted beneath him, you felt another gush of his seed leak out of you, and the way it trickled down the curve of your ass before pooling on the fur beneath you made your core pulse once more.

Sanemi’s eyes flickered silver as the embers of your arousal caught once more, and your thighs clenched in anticipation.

Your hand found the back of his neck and gripped it firm, tugging his head back down towards you until your lips nearly touched. Sanemi’s breath was warm and sweet as it fanned over your face. Slowly, your other hand trailed down his chest, savoring the way his muscles rippled and tensed beneath your soft caress.

Your fingers found his still-stiffened member and they closed around it, giving him one, strong pump.

“Again.” You ordered, and your thighs fell open, the full scent of your arousal mixed with the muskiness of his seed making Sanemi’s nostrils flare, his pupils narrowing to slits as he growled in reply.

—————

Hours passed, and the sun had long since risen and begun its descent in the west, but Sanemi’s heat had still not subsided.

The periods of Sanemi’s lucidity gradually grew in length with every small break between his knot finally subsiding and his heat reigniting. The last break had lasted long enough for Sanemi to bring you several strips of dried meat and a handful of dried fruit, along with a skien of water that he had to help hold to your lips as you slurped greedy mouthfuls of the cool, spring water. You hadn’t had much of an appetite, given the way your stomach seemed to bulge slightly from the amount of seed he’d already given you, but the Hunstman insisted, lecturing you briefly about the need to keep your energy — and stamina — at a consistent level.

You’d begrudgingly accepted his offerings, less so out of hunger and more so because of the way he’d pulled you against the sweat-slicked skin of his chest while you ate, his fingers tracing delicately up and down your spine as his lips peppered your forehead in gentle, reverent kisses.

But that had been at least two hours prior, and you were right back where you started: head thrown back and nonsensical babbling lilting from your mouth as Sanemi impaled you on his monstrous length, over and over, until you could not remember where you ended and he began.

To his credit, even Sanemi in heat tried to feed you his knot in new positions, still committed to ensuring that you got as much pleasure from the experience as he. The current position was the most toe-curling one yet, one that had Sanemi resting on his haunches, his back straight as he kept you perched atop his cock like a throne.

One clawed hand was splayed across your lower back, keeping you upright as the other stretched across your lower abdomen, hand pressing down against your navel so you could feel the bulbous head of his engorged cock rub against that spot at the front of your wall that made you forget your own name, even if you could not seem to forget his.

This position also allowed him to guide you up and down his length in time with his lurid, frenzied thrusts, which you supposed was a good thing, considering your legs had long since been reduced to jelly and were utterly useless.

You felt yourself growing more and more lightheaded the harder Sanemi continued to fuck himself into you, the pleasure wrought by each frantic, deep stroke of the Wolf’s thick length in and out threatening to overtake you entirely.

His seed was steadily squelching out of you with each impassioned thrust, running down your thighs and dampening the furs below you. you’d lost count of how many times he’d already given you his knot. Truthfully, you’d stopped counting around the third or fourth time, your body too concentrated on trying to simply keep up with the Huntsman’s insatiable stamina. Still, despite the exhaustion, your mouth managed to form only a single, coherent plea for more, a command the Wolf was only too happy to oblige

You were getting closer to that pinnacle again, a slew of whimpers falling from your mouth in time with each harsh drive of the wolf’s cock into your cunt. But despite the number of times Sanemi had brought you over the edge since this dance had begun, you felt as though this time, it would be different; more extreme. How could you not, given the way your own juices slid down your thighs, mixing with his essence as he fucked it both into and out of you?

Sanemi’s length was hardly pulling out of your sopping heat, so you felt the swelling at his base steadily growing larger and larger, and you knew  his release was imminent. You tried to tighten your arms around his neck, a high-pitched whine keening from your throat as your head fell back.

The Wolf bent low and sucked one of your aching breasts into his mouth, his teeth adding new reddish-purple marks to the fatty flesh that his tongue worked to quickly soothe. A graze of his fangs against your nipple sent another gush of fluid rushing from your core, followed by a wanton moan as you arced your back, pressing your breasts harder into his face.

You felt your walls begin to tighten around his rocky length once more, and your pearl brushed against the swollen hub of the enlarged gland at the base of his cock.

With a final jolt of his hips upwards, Sanemi’s knot pressed flush against the apex of your thighs and sent you catapulting into the burning fire of your climax once more, your body seizing as your vision faded white. There was only a faint ringing in your ears as you felt yourself floating along clouds that matched the precise hue of your Huntsman’s hair, and you let yourself be utterly lost among the pleasure that was Sanemi.

You were content to remain amidst that departed bliss, your body weightless and your mind empty, but the Wolf still embedded deep within your cunt was not.

Your rapture was disrupted by a faint pressure between your thighs, just against that nub Sanemi had shown you was sacred to him. That pressure grew, your limbs no longer floating but stiffening, tensing as something warm and calloused pinched more insistently at your pearl.

With a keening cry, you plummeted out of the clouds of mindless bliss you’d ascended to and right back down to earth, to that cave den where Sanemi had you draped over his thighs, one clawed hand supporting the middle of your back to keep you upright as the other furiously worked between your legs.

Tears of pleasure so intense leaked from the corners of your eyes as you deduced that the Wolf rutting into you had forced you back to consciousness with yet another climax, this one just as powerful as the previous. Though, now, instead of your vision fading to white, a rush of your own fluids surged forth and coated the Huntsman’s groin, wetting down the coarse, silvery hairs that surrounded his cock.

Sanemi’s nostrils flared at the scent of your pleasure as it soaked him. With something more akin to a roar than a groan or a shout, Sanemi’s cock erupted within you, his hot seed shooting so deep, you swore you could taste it — him — at the back of your throat.

Had you been capable of speech, you would have tried to tell him you could not possibly be expected to hold anymore of his pleasure — not when you’d already taken more loads of it than you could count, not when it felt as though his seed had replaced every trace of blood within your body, so coating everything inside that made you you to instead make his. But you weren’t; not when your tongue was half-lolled out of your mouth, not when your eyes had rolled so far back into your skull, you’d wondered whether they might become stuck there.

And even if you could have spoken, it wouldn’t have mattered. For the moment Sanemi’s cock ceased twitching inside you once more, you felt felt his hips surge up and in, felt that hard, bulbous knot slip right into your core with far more ease than it had earlier in the night, ensuring that not a single drop of Sanemi’s pleasure could leak out of where he’d just unloaded it within you once more.

Not that you would want it to be anywhere else, anyways; not when it was so warm, so comforting as it sloshed around inside your womb, making you feel a fullness not even the most decadent of meals could impart.

Somehow, still, you wanted more; needed it. Needed him.

You continued to float as you took the Wolf’s knot twice more, your brain little more than liquid and your senses too dull to perceive anything that wasn’t him. Distantly, you felt him tense and heard his soft groan, quieter than any noise he’d made since first claiming you all those hours ago, and his dwindling knot lodged into your entrance one final time.

The two of you breathed heavily for a moment, you folded half against the cave wall, sandwiched between cool rock and Sanemi’s solid warmth. Dazedly, you realized Sanemi had called your name, his voice barely a hoarse whisper.

Blinking, your eyes blearily opened to meet a pair of lilac — not silver — irises hovering above your own.

Sanemi’s face was flushed, but his human features had returned, with not a trace of those elongated fangs or pointed ears left.

A sheen of sweat coated his skin, dampening the ends of his snowy hair to a dark silver. Sanemi kept himself braced above you, his muscles rippling in the dim, fading light of the small fire feebly flickering within the cave. From your spot below him on the pelts, your eyes traced a bead of sweat that rolled down his neck and over one of his scarred pectorals.

“You cannot possibly take anything more from me.” He panted, and to your amusement, he almost looked alarmed as his eyes roamed your equally flushed and  sweaty form spread out below him.

You smiled serenely up at the Huntsman — your mate.

“I can take whatever it is you want to  give me, Wolf.”

Sanemi groaned loudly as he pulled out of you, both of you wincing at the loss of warmth.

“I have nothing left to give you, woman. My heat has ended,” his eyebrows raised. “Even if yours, apparently, hasn’t.”

Between your legs felt sticky and gooey with the remnants of Sanemi’s heat slowly leaking forth and mixing with the fluid drying on your thighs.  But despite the slightly uncomfortable sensation of the Huntsman’s copious seed beginning to dry where it crusted on your skin, you smirked at him nonetheless as he laid out beside you with a heavy sigh.

“So I am a Wolf, then? If you think I am in heat, that is.”

“I think you are the most insatiable devil ever to grace the Wood,” Sanemi countered exasperatedly. “And I think you may be the death of me.”

You giggled as the Huntsman helped ease you down from where he’d pinned you against the wall, his hands gently guiding you to your side against him as the two of you laid down upon the furs.

Your head nestled into the crevice in the middle of his chest, your cheek pressed flush against his sternum, the steady beat of his heart a lullaby that threatened to bring sleep fast and soon.

“You said something earlier,” Sanemi said gently. “Just before I —“

Your eyes flew open, a faint blush of embarrassment staining your cheeks as you recalled your words, cried out just before the moon had triggered Sanemi’s partial transformation.

I love you!

“Where are you going?” Warm fingers caught you beneath your chin, preventing you from burying your face against his chest in your effort to hide away.

Your head was turned up, and your eyes  met that warm, lilac gaze. “Don’t hide from me, my Lamb.”

“Pretend I said nothing,” you squeaked, eyes dropping. “It does not have to mean anything.”

Sanemi’s other hand dropped to the mark branded into the juncture of your neck. At the first brush of his gentle yet strong fingers against the mark’s curvature, a warmth flooded through you, your teeth sinking into your lip to prevent you from purring at the contact.

“I did mark you, you know,” he smiled softly. “Bound myself to you for life, even if you decided to reject me.”

His smile faded slightly, his eyes earnest. “I would not have done that if I didn’t care for you — deeply.”

Sanemi’s lips pursed in thought. “If I did not love you, too.”

And though you had just spent the last day and a half allowing him to bend and twist you into positions that had you sobbing for him, the Huntsman’s words made your heart flutter like a bird.

“From this day forward,” you whispered, taking Sanemi’s hand in yours and pressing the tips of his fingers against your lips. “Wherever you go, I wish to follow.”

“You say that as though there was a chance you wouldn’t; as though you’d ever willingly leave me in peace.” He brushed a kiss against the top of your nose and his voice quieted. “As though I’d have it any other way.”

You answered his soft smile with one of your own, leaning up to slant your mouth over his. Sanemi’s lips parted easily for yours, your tongue sliding into his mouth to languidly dance with his, your hand snaking up his chest to hold the side of his neck.

The Huntsman growled softly into your kiss, an arm tightening around your waist as he pressed your nude body flush against his own.

“My heat may be over,” he said huskily against your mouth as he broke away to catch his breath. “But the fire you’ve lit within me still rages hot, little Lamb.”

You mewled as you traced your lips down, gliding over a scarred pectoral to take his pert little nipple into your mouth, your tongue swirling softly around it as Sanemi moaned.

“You’ve taken me as a wolf, Hunstman,” you purred, your hand sliding down his chiseled torso to where his cock had begun to stir once more. “Now I want you to take me as a man.”

With a low growl, Sanemi’s hands seized around your waist and flipped you over, laying you out on your back atop him, body pressed flush against his.

“Who am I to deny my mate?” His teeth grazed the shell of your ear, and one hand snaked around to your front to gently squeeze the sides of your throat.

“But since I’m taking you as a man, then I suppose you are no longer a Lamb, which means you no longer need this.” Sanemi’s fingers dropped to the collar of your cloak where it was still draped around your shoulders.

“And as fond as I am of your little red riding hood, I’m no longer concerned with being held back, sweetling.”

He flung the ruby cloak into a far corner of the cave before sliding his hand under you to position his cock between your legs, his tip already leaking as it pressed against your entrance.

His other arm looped through yours, pulling them back and pinning them against his chest, before he gave a great thrust up, sheathing himself to the hilt within your ready and eager walls.

You moaned, loud and unrestrained as Sanemi nipped at the side of your neck, your thighs spreading wider to accommodate his thrusts up from below.

“Let’s see how much more of me you can take now, little Red.”

—

SOMEWHERE IN THE NETHERWOOD

The silent, still trees of the Netherwood were helpless against the icy mist that rolled in from the foothills of the tiny, isolated village at its borders.

Though the forest had always been a void where sound and sunlight went to die, the mist heralded forth an unnerving stillness, so that not even a brave little songbird risked fluttering its wings. Even the shadows seemed to recoil as the source of the mist slunk through the ancient Wood, the most fearsome of its residents cowering away from the sinister intruder.

A figure emerged from the icy fog. Though the sun had long since set, the traveler needed no lantern or torch; his eyes, an unsettling kaleidoscope of colors, saw easily through the dark, the Wood unable to keep its secrets hidden from his hungry gaze.

It was quite a lovely night, the figure mused. A cool, late autumn evening with air so crisp it could only mean snow was imminent.

And snow made it much easier to track his prey.

Not that he was having much difficulty to begin with; after all, the girl’s noble attempt to muddy her own scent only made the chase that much more fun for the creature prowling through the Netherwood. Especially since the girl’s actions would lead him to a far bigger — far tastier, prize.

He smiled fondly to himself. He hadn’t imagined that the scrappy village girl would have ever made this game of his so interesting, and he certainly hadn’t expected her to be capable of serving him the feast he now tracked through the Wood.

He would still dispose of her the same way as the others, just as he planned. It did not matter to him that she’d already tainted herself by allowing a Wolf to mate her. In fact, the figure mused as he licked the remaining blood from his last his meal from his fingers, he hoped that the Wolf’s attempt to breed the succulent little human had been successful.

Mortal women and girls were far more satisfying than any other prey, with the way their bodies stored fat and held onto nutrients in preparation for child bearing. But a human woman carrying a Wolf’s pups? His mouth watered at the thought as he shuddered with delight.

But even if she was not carrying the fruits of the Wolf’s seed, it wouldn’t matter; she would still sate both his appetites.

And then there was the Wolf himself.

For the Wolf was the creature’s true target; the fat goose he hadn’t expected to find when he broke into the hen’s house in search for a new bride to claim.

The creature suppressed the primal, longing growl that bubbled up in his chest as he imagined how it would feel to sink his teeth into the furred flesh of the cursed Wolf, and how it would feel to swallow his mouthfuls of power and boundless strength.

His stomach growled at the thought, though he’d just feasted on a little girl he’d snatched from her parents’ bed as he’d waded into the Netherwood. She’d been bony and small, likely barely pubescent, but he’d been in need of nourishment before embarking on the long journey ahead. And, she’d been unbroken, and while he was not someone to care as much about such trivial matters, he couldn’t deny that it did feel so much better when they were untouched and untainted.

But she would do for now, as she rested in his belly. She could hold him over until he decided it was time to set his plan in motion, and his daring, rebellious little Y/N led him straight to the wolves’ den.

And Lord Douma knew how to be patient. And so, he would wait.

[beomiracles]

hii i'd like to request for kinktober! i was thinking actirasty + public sex on mc's and soobins backyard (established relationship) :3

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

DAY 22 : SOOBIN + PUBLIC SEX & ACTIRASTY — “What about it?” He asks, cocking a brow in your direction as he slides your thin gown down your chest. Your small shriek echoes as you give his arm a scolding slap, hands quickly covering your chest.

Sexual arousal to the sun's rays. It could safely be said that you will find many individuals who indulge in actirasty who are beach regulars.

pairings soobin x fem!reader warnings unprotected sex, kissing, public sex, actirasty but im horrible at portraying it so you probably can't even tell

#serene adds ✎ this one's super cute but, I am ass at incorporating this kink, I apologise if its not what you wanted >_< also feels like im cockblocking you with every single drabble but..

EVENT POST

“Quiet, quiet, might wake the neighbors.” The soft hum of Soobin’s voice washes over you in gentle waves as the pads of his fingers brush over your parted lips. You blink, eyes squinting against the crisp morning sun as you nod. — Allowing yourself to sink back against the comfort of the sunbed, you can’t help the small smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. 

Your boyfriend returns the gesture before leaning down to press appreciative kisses along your exposed neck, fingers curling around the loose gown you wore, tugging the material down your shoulders. Your soft sigh echoes out into the early morning air, your head falling to the side as a small giggle builds in your throat. “H-Hey, that tickles!” But Soobin’s persistent kisses don't falter and you feel him smirk against your skin. 

“What about breakfast, hm?” You wonder as your gaze falls on the plate of freshly cut fruits. Eyeing the ripe apples and the cluster of purple grapes. Two untouched glasses of orange juice and a stack of forgotten pancakes. Breakfast out in the backyard, that’s what he’d promised. But the topic of food seemed long lost as Soobin hovers above you, regarding you as if you had become the meal itself. 

“What about it?” He asks, cocking a brow in your direction as he slides your thin gown down your chest. Your small shriek echoes as you give his arm a scolding slap, hands quickly covering your chest. — Soobin chuckles, your skittish reaction only spurring him on further. “Don’t worry, there’s only us here”, he hums, fingers playing with the loose straps hanging around your arms.

You glance around the small yard, eyeing the high fences on either side. “Yeah, for now”, you murmur before your hesitant gaze returns to your boyfriend. Soobin grins, not bothering to pay his surroundings any mind. “So we’ll have to be quiet”, he muses, lips latching into your neck once more, the motion easily distracting you from the dangers of your situation. 

“It’s still early”, he then adds, “everyone’s still asleep, relax.” This time you allow him to pull your nightgown down and Soobin quickly pulls back, eyes immediately drawn to the way your nipples perked in the morning air. He finds himself mesmerized by how your skin shines under the warm sun, fingers gliding along the curve of your perfect tits as he presses a soft kiss between them. 

His free hand slides up your thigh, bringing the flimsy gown along, leaving you nearly bare before him. Your eager hands tug at the hem of his shirt, and Soobin is quick to comply as he leans back to pull it over his head. — You smile as you reach for him, pulling him back into your embrace once more, nails dragging across his naked skin. 

Your boyfriend groans, hand sliding between your already parted legs as he runs his fingers along your clothed cunt. With a small whine you arch off the sunbed, nails digging into his back as you wordlessly beg for more. And despite the sting of nails on his back, Soobin chuckles, thumb pressing against your clit as he effortlessly draws a moan from you. 

Unable to wait any longer, your eager hands reach for his sweatpants. Quickly slipping beneath the rough fabric, your fingers wrap around his hard cock before pulling it free from its confinements. — Soobin’s breath is hot against your face, his lips inches from yours as his eyes screw shut. The sight makes you fall in love with him all over again and your hand around his shaft only tightens in the hopes of gauging yet another reaction from him. 

“F-Fuck wait, baby I didn’t bring..” — “Doesn't matter”, you shut him up with a kiss, so desperate to have him inside your throbbing cunt that you couldn’t find it in you to care about anything else. — Quickly catching on, your boyfriend merely groans before tugging your panties down, letting you guide the head of his cock to your soaked cunt. 

He eases himself past your folds with one slow and deliberate thrust, making you let out a small gasp as your head falls back against the sunbed's cushion. “Fuck”, he exhales, breaking the heated kiss in order to catch his breath. But before he can move again, a small noise from somewhere to your left, makes you both still. 

Your wide eyes meet his, and you swallow. “You think someone’s..” But Soobin only shakes his head, “probably just the neighbor’s cat.” His statement is followed by a deafening meow that echoes through the neighborhood. You’re unable to hide the giggle that rips from your throat and Soobin rolls his eyes at the unpleasant interruption. “Fucking pet, could’ve had at least some decency.”

Paying his commentary no mind, you bring him down for another kiss, one he happily reciprocates as he starts moving slowly. You’re thankful for his mouth on yours as it swallows the breathless gasps and moans of pleasure you emit. — Arms wrapped around his neck, you keep him as close as possible, whining as his thumb rubs over your throbbing clit. 

The sun bathing you in its warmth adds to the euphoric sensation coursing through your body, and in that moment, you don’t think you’d ever felt closer to him. Seemingly sharing your thoughts, Soobin’s eager lips trail down your jaw and neck, pressing kiss after kiss to your hot skin as quiet hums of praise rolls off his tongue. 

“Gorgeous.” “M’love you so so much.” “Perfect.” 

His lips return to yours, tongue forcing its entry inside your mouth and you respond with a small whine. Somewhere in the far distance, the faint meows still echo and Soobin grunts against your lips. — “Does this mean we’re not adopting a kitten?” You hum to which your boyfriend pulls back with a grimace, “fuck no.”

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Kinktober Day 5 - Monsterfucking - Tarquin x Reader

TW: sexual themes including shapeshifting and beast forms

word count: 1.71k

A/N: my baby Tarquin doesn't get enough love but it's alright, i love him enough to make up for it

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You woke up to the morning sun’s rays barely peeking over the shores of Adriata, the crisp white sheets of your bed caressing your pale legs. You threw an arm over your closed eyes, not ready to meet the day yet. A few hours ago, you had been so comfortable - curled into your mate’s side, the salty sea breeze lulling you to sleep. 

Your other hand flailed around the other side of the bed searching for your High Lord, only to find empty sheets. Your head shot up, seeing that he was nowhere to be found in your bedroom.

Softer light peaked through the door leading to your washroom before Tarquin peered around the doorjamb. He smiled and softly chuckled at his very sleepy mate before walking over towards you. You started to stretch across the bed, willing your body to start waking up. “Why are you up so early, my love? The sun isn’t even properly up yet,” you were quite confused by his behavior this morning, knowing he preferred to stay wrapped up in your embrace until you both woke up naturally. 

He gripped your calves and pulled you up to the edge of the bed. You sat up and nuzzled your head in his chest as you wrapped your arms around his middle. “You’re so warm, come back to bed.”

Tarquin pulled up your shirt - his shirt really - to sit around your waist as his hands rubbed up and down your back. “Not right now. I have a fun idea and it’s best to do it before the sun is fully up.”

Your head popped up and you quirked an eyebrow at him, “Now what is that supposed to mean?” 

Tarquin just gripped your arms and hoisted you up to stand. He tugged you close to him, resting a strong hand on your ass. “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you all the details, silly. Now go get dressed.”

You sighed deeply and padded over to your closet. “Make sure it’s something that can get wet,” he added cheekily before swiftly spanking your ass. You looked back and shook your head admonishingly. While you did greatly appreciate having a mate who essentially treated you like a goddess, the sheer amount of mind-blowing sex could be exhausting. 

“On the topic of clothing, I sure hope you’re planning on wearing something besides that. I wouldn’t imagine the people would take too kindly to their High Lord strolling around in just your underwear, as attractive as it may be,” you sneered over your shoulder as you quickly stripped out of last night’s shirt and into a teal tunic and your favorite white and gold cotton shorts. 

Tarquin playfully winked at you before slipping on similarly colored items, always feeling the need to match with his High Lady. He turned around to grip your hand before winnowing you out to one of the gates on the side of the palace. He quickly led you down the steps with a sly smile on his face.

You started to giggle once he led you toward a small beach, hidden behind and out of view of the main city. “Well now I wonder what you could possibly have in store for us this fine morning, darling?”, you added sardonically. 

You both stepped onto the beach and found a nice outcropping to set your shoes on. Tarquin went to lead you into the water but found you sitting down in the sand, staring off at the shoreline. “Just a minute,” you murmured. The sight of the sun cresting over the waves, pushing the pink and lilac night sky away, left you breathless. Moments like these were some of the only times you could find true serenity. 

This moment of peace had been exactly what you had been looking for to start the day properly. Sensing that you were ready from the tranquility radiating down the bond, Tarquin offered his hand to you and pulled you up, embracing you in a tender kiss. “Ready, my love?”

You nodded and he led you into the soothing water, padding over to a concealed cove. You both dropped down into the cove, swimming down into the large grotto below. In the middle was a submerged sandbar, flanked by seaweed and coral.

Thank the Mother that your High Lord and Lady powers allowed you to breathe underwater, there’s no way you could properly have the time to appreciate it otherwise. While being muffled, you could thankfully still speak to each other while underwater. 

Tarquin sat you down on the edge of the sandbar and swam in place in front of you. “So what is this fun plan you have in mind?”, you tipped your head to the side and took him in. He was truly in his element in his waters. 

He softly grabbed your hands, “I’ve been messing around with transforming into my beast form - or my alter ego as you so lovingly call it - trying to only shift part of myself. Anyway, I think I finally figured it out.”

A slight smile grazed your lips and you leaned back on your hands, “Well let’s see then, Mister High Lord.”

He rolled his eyes at your antics before the sea around him started shifting, bubbles and seafoam swirling around him. You couldn’t tear your eyes away as his legs started to shift into a large teal serpent’s tail, quite akin to his massive sea serpent beast form. The tail was covered in an ombre spread of azure scales that started to blend into the deep brown skin around his waist. 

Your eyes skimmed over his entire form. It was amazing to see how he could control the transformation enough to keep his torso and above in his normal fae form. You tamped down your amazement, not wanting to give too much away. “Quite impressive, I wonder what else you can do like that?”, you added a teasing wink at the end. 

Tarquin swam towards you and caged your chest under his as you leaned back. He started leaving open-mouthed kisses up your neck before whispering in your ear, “Any ideas, my love?”

You wrapped your arms around his waist before pulling back to face him. Feigning ignorance to your baser desires, “Nothing in particular,” you could tell that he easily saw through you.

Tarquin started to nibble at his favorite spot right under your ear. “Are you sure about that, sweetheart? Because I think I might know what you’re thinking - you want to know if I can fuck you like this, don’t you?”

The mere idea of that had your core sparking with arousal. You moaned in agreement, feeling him smirk against you. Tarquin picked you up and moved you further back onto the sandbar so you could lie down.

He quickly removed your tunic and shorts while continuing to leave love bites along your neck and shoulders. His hand drifted down to your core and two fingers slipped into your entrance and expertly stretched you open. Your hand rose up to card through his locks while the other blindly felt around for his member. 

In this new form, his cock was a bit longer and thicker. Most noticeably different, the tip narrowly tapered off quite differently than the rounded head you were used to. The texture was also different - now ribbed in a way that you could tell would feel amazing inside you. 

He groaned as you gripped his cock in your hand and slowly stroked it. You pleasured each other for a few minutes before you couldn’t take it anymore - you needed him inside you. You bit into his neck before whimpering from need, “Gods please fuck me, I need you.”

He grinned and you felt him twitch in your hand. Tarquin gripped your thighs and moved to spread your legs farther, “As my Lady wishes.”. The pointed tip of his cock inched forward to press against your entrance. The water along with your slick allowed him to easily slip deep into you with a single thrust. 

A tsunami-like wave of his power accompanied the thrust, his magic amplified in this form. You instinctually wrapped your legs around his waist. He started to buck into you, dragging the ribs of his cock against your sensitive folds with each stroke. “By the Gods - you feel fucking amazing, baby.” You were barely staving off your impending orgasm. It only took a few more strokes before you tightened around him and your legs shook. 

He kissed you and lightly chuckled in your mouth, “Fuck baby, you’re already cumming for me? We’ll have to do this much more often if you’re going to cum like that.” His hands squeezed up and down your legs, helping the strung muscles relax. 

Spurred on by the bliss of your orgasm, his thrusts gained speed as he thoroughly fucked you into the sand. “Fuck, your cunt is always so good for me - so tight, squeezing me just the right way.”

You blushed madly at the praise, “Feels good, baby? Keep fucking me just like that, harder!” You gripped his shoulders as his thrusts became chaotic and uneven.

He growled against your neck, the force of his thrusts making you see stars. “That’s it right there. I’m going to fill up that deliciously tight pussy with my cum until you’re so full that it leaks out of you.” 

His words were already making you fall over the edge again, “Yes baby, keep fucking me just like that. Please fill me up with your cum, I need it!” 

You reached up and pulled him down to you. His lips roughly brushed against yours and your tongue slipped into his mouth. You felt his roaring groan as he tumbled over the edge before filling you up with his cum. The narrow tip of his cock had his cum sit so deep inside of you, it was like nothing you’d ever felt.

Tarquin slowly pulled out of you before transforming back to his normal form. You softly panted against each other. “I do have to say, that surprise was worth getting up early for.” He nuzzled his nose into your neck as you cuddled in the sand for a time before resurfacing back up to the beach.

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In the Glow of Serenity

Day 25: Somnophilia | Lucien x Reader word count: 2.4k author's note: when does this take place? idk! but you and lucien live in the day court so do whatever you want with that :) ✦ . Kinktober Masterlist . ✦

Lucien stood frozen in the doorway, the low afternoon light spilling softly through the half-drawn curtains, casting golden patches over your resting form. He didn’t move. He couldn’t. His eyes were locked on you, curled in the middle of the bed, blissfully unaware of his presence. Your breathing was slow and steady, your lips slightly parted as you slept soundly beneath the heavy blankets.

Lucien’s chest tightened as he stood there, watching you. You looked so… peaceful. Content. As if the world’s worries had melted away, leaving you in some untouched sanctuary, sheltered from all that lingered beyond. The thought made his chest ache, a flicker of tenderness weaving through the heavy tension that gripped him.

Gods, he thought, leaning against the doorframe. You were beautiful like this. So soft. So perfect. It felt wrong to be watching you, even if it was just this—him standing here, doing nothing but admiring the peacefulness in your face. But there was no stopping his mind from wandering. His gaze lingered on the soft curves of your body beneath the blankets, imagining the warmth of your skin beneath the layers—inviting, a tender contrast to the crisp autumn air drifting in from the cracked window. The soft light of late afternoon in the Day Court bathed you in a light so gentle, it felt like the world itself wanted to preserve this moment, as though even the sun wished to cradle you.

He shifted, the leather of his boots creaking softly as he moved his weight from one foot to the other. You were deeply asleep—he knew that. The sleeping tonic had been strong, something the healer had given you to help with your recovery, to make sure your body rested, really rested, in a way it hadn’t been able to on its own. The healer had warned him of the tonic’s strength, that it would pull you into a deep, unshakable sleep. Six hours, he had said. Six hours during which not even the world collapsing around you could stir you from your slumber. 

His eyes dropped to your parted lips, watching the way they moved slightly with each breath. How long had it been now? Three hours? Four? That would leave two hours—two fleeting hours—during which you would remain blissfully unaware of anything around you. Two hours where you wouldn’t wake, no matter what he did.

Lucien felt a shiver of guilt race down his spine. He shouldn’t even be thinking about it. Not now. Not like this. You needed rest, and the healer had been adamant that your body needed time to heal. But the longer he stood there, watching you, the more difficult it became to suppress the fire that smoldered in his veins. His fingers flexed at his sides, and he took another slow step into the room, drawn to you like a moth to flame.

You’ve done this before, he told himself, though it did little to ease the growing tightness in his chest. It was true. You’d been more than clear with him about what you wanted, about the things you liked. The nights when you’d whispered to him, voice low and breathy, about how it thrilled you to wake to him already inside you—those nights lingered in his memory. You’d tell him how much you loved the idea of being taken in your sleep, the only sign of anything happening being the sweet ache between your thighs when you finally stirred awake.

She’d wanted this before, he reminded himself, even as the guilt gnawed at him. But this… this felt different. You hadn’t said anything about this specific moment, about being under the influence of a sleeping tonic, completely unaware, completely helpless. He should’ve stopped, turned away, but your softness, unaware and inviting, was too irresistible to deny. 

But fuck, how could he, when you were laying there like this? His mind was spinning, half buried in the haze of his desire. He took another step forward, slowly, as if testing himself, testing the boundaries of how far he could go before the guilt became too much to bear.

From this distance, he could see more of you, the blanket dipping slightly, revealing the barest hint of your shoulder. His eyes traced the line of your collarbone, the soft, exposed skin making his breath catch in his throat. He clenched his fists at his sides, battling with himself, knowing he should stop—but he didn’t.

He moved closer, his pulse thudding heavily in his ears now, drowning out any remaining thoughts of logic. He knelt beside the bed, his movements careful, silent, as if even the slightest noise might disturb this forbidden moment. His fingers itched to touch, and before he could stop himself, he reached out, letting his fingertips graze your shoulder. The contact was electric, sending a jolt straight through him. You were so warm, so soft, and it made everything inside him tighten with want.

You didn’t stir, not even a twitch, and the realization sent a rush of heat through him. His hand lingered, his thumb brushing gently over your skin, testing the waters. No reaction. His breath hitched, guilt wrestling with arousal as he moved closer, his eyes raking over you. You looked so innocent, so serene, while his mind was anything but.

He slid his hand lower, fingertips ghosting over the fabric of your nightgown, tracing the curve of your breast. His touch was featherlight, hesitant, but the thrill of it surged through him all the same. His cock throbbed against his pants, straining, but he swallowed hard, fighting to keep himself steady.

The guilt crashed over him again, sharp and suffocating, and he pulled his hand back as if he’d been burned. He shouldn’t be doing this. Not to you. Not like this. But the memories of your whispered fantasies flooded him again, mixing with the sight of your soft, pliant body beneath his touch.

We’ve done this before. She loves this. She wants this.

His hand found its way back to you, this time bolder, more deliberate. He cupped your breast fully now, squeezing gently, watching for any sign of resistance. But you remained still, lost in a deep sleep, and it was that silence that finally broke him.

Lucien let out a low groan, his breath warm against your neck as he leaned down, his hand tracing a path lower, over your stomach, to the edge of your nightgown. He was trembling now, the desire coursing through him too strong to resist. You wanted this, you’d told him so many times. He’d make sure you woke up satisfied.

And with that thought, he slid his hand between your thighs, his fingers brushing over your warmth, feeling how wet you already were. Even in your sleep, your body welcomed him, and that nearly undid him. His guilt melted away, replaced by pure, unfiltered need. His breath quickened as he felt the heat radiating from you, his fingers gliding through your warm slickness, reveling in the way your body responded to his touch. It was intoxicating, this power he held over you, and with each featherlight stroke, he felt himself surrendering deeper into the depravity. Lucien pressed a tentative kiss against your inner thigh, the soft skin warm against his lips, igniting a fire within him that he struggled to contain.

What would it feel like, he wondered, to have you climax on his tongue, fast asleep? The thought consumed him as he lingered, feeling the weight of his desire pressing against the confines of his pants. Would you arch your back? Would your eyes flutter behind those dark lashes, your dreams blending with the pleasure he gave you? Would you writhe in your sleep, lost in the pleasure yet unable to wake? The thought quickened his pulse, an urgency swelling within him, coaxing him on. 

Lucien traced a path with his mouth, letting his tongue tease the sensitive skin, whispering caresses against you, noting the absence of your body leaning into his touch. He could feel your warmth, how your body responded to him, even in sleep. The rise and fall of your chest quickening slightly, each breath a little shallower, and the change drove him wild with longing. 

The moment his tongue met you, tasted you, a low groan escaped him, reverberating through his chest like a distant thunder. You were divine—sweet, intoxicating, and utterly perfect, the very essence of sensuality woven into every breath, every pulse beneath his touch. The world outside faded, leaving only the two of you in this sacred moment, and Lucien felt the weight of his guilt dissolve, replaced by an unquenchable hunger. 

“Gods, how could I resist you?” he murmured against your skin, lost in the haze of lust. The way you felt—so soft, so inviting—made him dizzy, and he couldn’t help but lose himself in the rhythm of his mouth against you. Each flick of his tongue drew forth more of your essence, and he could see the way your brows furrowed, a subtle tension kitting between them, and it thrilled him to think that even in rest, you could sense him. You’re so responsive, he thought, the lust coiling tighter within him. You want this just as much as I do. 

His eyes fluttered shut as he focused on you, feeling the heat of your arousal permeate the air. So helpless, so perfect. Lucien savored the way your body began to shift, the telltale quickening of your breath, a silent confession of the pleasure he drew from you. 

He slid a finger alongside his tongue, deepening his claim of you, feeling the way your body welcomed him, eager for more. Your warmth enveloped him, drawing him in, and he could feel your pulse quickening beneath his touch. Your cheeks began to flush, a soft pick spreading across your skin, and he reveled in the sight.

With each languid stroke, he began to lose track of time, caught in the throes of ecstasy he was stirring within you. Your body quivered, trembling with an unspoken need, and Lucien felt a sense of power unfurl within him, pushing him further into the depths of his desire. The taste of you was addictive, and he couldn’t resist the urge to take his time, to draw out every moment, every shaky breath that passed your lips.

“Just a little longer,” he whispered, the words heavy with longing. He pressed a kiss to your swollen clit, feeling your body tense in response. Lucien’s tongue danced over you, feeling your arousal dripping down his chin, the soft whimpers escaping you like music to his ears. He could feel the weight of his own need pressing against him, urging him to claim you fully. But he felt the tremor of your body beneath him, the way your core tightened, and it sent a rush of exhilaration through him. You’re so close, my love, he thought, urgency racing through his veins as he lapped at you, each stroke igniting a fire deep in his core. 

Then, with a gasp that echoed in the stillness, you came undone—your back arching, body quaking with bliss. Lucien held his breath, the sight sending him spiraling into a lustful daze. It was mesmerizing, watching you climax, just as it had been every time since the first. Seeing you clench around nothing… He couldn’t hold back any longer. 

His hand shook as he fumbled with his belt, urgency eclipsing all reason. He pulled himself free, giving his cock a few pumps as he moved over you. He lifted your nightgown, exposing the soft, inviting curves of your breasts, the sight fueling the wild desire raging through him. 

“Gods, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed, unable to resist. He positioned himself at your entrance, feeling the heat radiating from your body, the scent of your arousal enveloping him. He slid into you slowly, every inch of him igniting at the sensation of being wrapped in your warmth. 

Lucien moved slowly, feeling the way your body shifted to accommodate him, pulling him deeper, closer, the heat pooling in his gut. His hands found your breasts, cupping them, squeezing gently as he thrust into you, rocking his hips slowly.

“Fuck,” he groaned when your muscles fluttered around him, the sound raw and desperate as he lost himself in you. Each thrust set his nerves alight, and he couldn't help but speed up, the overwhelming pleasure rising in waves. The way your body responded to him, even in sleep, pushed him to the brink, urging him on until he felt like he might unravel.

With each movement, he rubbed your clit with his thumb, feeling the way your body began to writhe beneath him, the pleasure mounting, spiraling into a dizzying climax. Your muscles clenched around him, drawing a guttural groan from his lips. Lucien lost all sense, every ounce of restraint shattered as he drove into you with reckless abandon, losing himself in the sensation of being buried in your warmth.

Your body was a symphony of soft gasps and gentle moans, and he felt himself on the brink, ready to let go. In one final thrust, he pulled out just in time, the ache of his release almost unbearable. He shifted, positioning himself over your face—your sleeping, serene, stunning face—and with one last look at the perfect picture you made, he let himself go.

With a series of quick, desperate strokes, he came, the hot, pulsing release spilling onto your soft skin, splattering across your cheeks, your lips. His breath was ragged, chest heaving as he watched the way his release painted your face, glistening in the dim light. The sight of you, still so peaceful, so perfect beneath him, had his head spinning, leaving him barely able to think.

Lucien stayed there for a moment longer, his heart racing, staring down at you with a mix of awe and lingering hunger. His fingers ghosted over your lips, smearing the last remnants of his climax across your skin. He bit his lip, wondering if you’d wake soon, if you’d see the mess he’d made of you, feel how thoroughly he’d claimed you without you even knowing.

Maybe you’d wake and beg him for more.

The thought stirred something in him again. He wasn’t sure he could stop, even if he wanted to.

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Day 13: Somnophilia

Mob!Bucky's Kinktober Honeymoon

Mob!Bucky Barnes × Wife!Reader

Summary: Bucky enjoys moments like this where his work doesn’t get in the way of waking up beside you.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, tagging dubcon as it is somnophilia but reader has consented to being woken up with sex, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie

Word count: 1.2k

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Bucky Barnes has always been an early riser. In his line of work, you don’t get the luxury of sleeping in and enjoying those extra hours in bed, not when so many people are reliant on him for vital business to continue as usual.

But on his honeymoon he promised to allow himself that time. Those sleepy moments with you as the sun rises above the sea, as your eyes flutter open for the first time that day, languid kisses as your muscles begin to remember what it’s like to move again.

Now he’s experienced what that feels like, how tranquil the world is when it is exclusively the two of you snuggling in the hazy state between sleeping and being fully awake, he’s certain he’ll never be able to leave you tangled alone in his sheets again.

Even though he physically can’t sleep with the sun rays streaming through the parted curtains, he enjoys the warmth and serenity of simply being by your side.

Through the night you’ve managed to pull all the sheets to your side of the bed, leaving him with nothing but cuddling up to your body for warmth. But he doesn’t care, he’d burn down the whole world to ensure your comfort and safety, letting you hog the blankets doesn’t even seem like a sacrifice - it’s a privilege.

Plus, he’d much rather snuggle you, pulling your body back where you slot together perfectly, like puzzle pieces made for each other, then sleep alone with a bedspread. So that’s exactly what he does, sling a tired arm around your middle, hug you closer and position his leg between yours so you are as close as possible.

There’s a long moment where Bucky closes his eyes and simply relishes holding the love of his life close, but you’re not still for long. You begin wriggling in his arms, the small little whines released from your lips shiver straight down his spine to his now hardening cock. With Bucky cuddling your naked frame so close, your ass presses up against his pelvis and as you squirm in response to the apparent dirty dream, you only stimulate him further.

“You’re dreamin’ of me, aren’t you darlin’?” Bucky whispers, and even though you’re most certainly deep in slumber, he swears he sees the corners of your mouth upturn in a smile at the sound of his voice.

The idea that he also finds you in your dreamland, even when you’re spending every moment together in your waking hours makes Bucky’s heart feel so warm and full that it may burst at any moment.

Bucky remembers the conversation the two of you had not long after you moved in together. He works odd hours when back at home, leaving early in the morning, returning home in the middle of the night - you’ve given him permission to take what he needs from you, whenever he needs it.

“Look how wet you are, sweetheart.” His fingers tease your already dripping folds, circling around your clit which makes you writhe and whimper in response. Even in your sleep you’re so needy for him. “I could jus’ slip right in.” Bucky lifts your leg and thrusts his hips gently against your ass so that his dick pushes through your wet folds, coating himself in your arousal.

When his name cascades in a moan from your lips while still sound asleep, he can barely hold back, his cock aching almost painfully to be nestled within your fluttering walls. But he reminds himself that you are peacefully sleeping, and doesn’t want to wake you with a fright.

Your breath hitches when Bucky’s swollen tip, leaking precum, catches at your entrance before nudging your clit and you instinctively press your hips back into him. Bucky grunts into your ear as he finally slips inside you, slowly filling you inch by inch as he feels your tight walls clamping down on him.

When he’s fully seated within you, he can feel you wiggle your hips as you stir.

“Bucky…”

“Mornin’ darlin’.” He gradually pulls out of you, feeling your walls trying to suck him back in. “Is this what you were dreamin’ about? Creamin’ on your husbands cock?”

It seems as though you’re already on cloud nine, too blissed out to do anything other than hum in agreement.

Bucky tilts his body, angling himself so that with each rock of his hips he grazes that spot inside you which makes you see stars. The moment feels exquisitely intimate, slow, deliberate movements designed purely for pleasure, sweet whispers of praise as one of Bucky’s hands kneads your breasts.

“Fuck, right there. Don’t stop, Bucky.” You beg breathlessly as your hand travels down to where your bodies are connected and begins playing with your clit. Bucky just about cums at the sight.

His grip on your thigh becomes a little tighter. Bucky loves this angle, being squeezed deliciously by your velvety walls, being able to feel how needy you are by pushing back against him with each thrust. He is also able to hold his entire world in his arms, feel the woman who he would give up everything he owns to protect and make happy come undone next to him

“I won’t - not until you cum for me.” Bucky pants, trying to maintain a steady rhythm with his hips as he places a gentle kiss to your shoulder blade.

Knowing he is responsible for every breathy moan, every whimper trickling from your lips only fuels Bucky to keep thrusting, trying to hold out just that little bit longer until he can make you cum first.

“God, you feel so good.” Bucky can sense you’re about to cum by the fluttering of your walls around him and the breathless pitch of your voice.

It only takes one, two, three more rocks of his hips before he feels your warmth clamp down on him as if you never plan on letting go. It’s enough to send Bucky over the edge right alongside you - his cock twitches, balls tighten, and the knot in his stomach unwinds as he spills every spurt of his orgasm inside you. The bedroom is filled with chants of both your names as you each ride the waves of pleasure all the way to the metaphorical shore.

“Did you like that, baby?” Bucky knows he should get a warm washcloth from the ensuite to clean you up, and he will, he just can’t release you from his warm embrace just yet. He needs another minute of holding you. “Like being woken up with your husband's cock?”

“Fuck yes.” You flip over so you’re now facing him, and what a sight to behold. His bewitchingly beautiful wife, the light of his life, a tired smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, in the gleam of the early morning sunrise, is looking at you like you cannot wait to spend every morning exactly as you’ve spent this one. “Want you to wake me up like that everyday for the rest of my life.”

“That can certainly be arranged.”

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[moonlit-stay]

Kinktober 2024 ▪ Day 3

▪ Pairing: Seo Changbin x Female Reader

▪ Kink: Choking

▪ Genre: Smut

▪ Word Count: 2.1k

▪ Warnings: Soft!Dom Changbin, Sub!Fem Reader, established relationship, unprotected sex, choking in the form of a headlock, creampie

▪ Please let me know if I missed anything

Color(s) Of This Fic: Black and Ivory <3

If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact with this fic. This fic contains inappropriate content and is strictly 18+

Everything in not only this event, but all of my work in general is consensual. Even if not stated within the work.

Enjoy :)

Gentle afternoon sun rays dance through the space of your living room, the soft beams bouncing off the four ivory walls that surround you to illuminate the room in a warm, inviting glow. You carefully turn a page of the book you're currently reading, enjoying the soft, distant sounds of birds chirping outside your window.

This was your favorite atmosphere. A welcoming, serene space, full of nothing but comfort that embraced you like a hug from a loved one. You took a moment to bask in the warmth of the sun, inhaling the sweet scent of your favorite candle burning on the coffee table in front of you.

You hear your front door carefully close in the distance, a smile settling onto your features as your eyes read over the words of your book. You can hear Changbin's approaching footsteps, and you know it won't be long before he steps into this peaceful space you've created, disrupting it only temporarily to check up on you.

Soon enough, you see Changbin's head peer around the corner of the archway into the living room. A close-mouthed smile pulls at his lips as he sees you curled up on the couch, exactly where he last saw you before he went to the gym around an hour ago. When you look up at him to meet his eyes, you notice the sparkle his eyes hold as he gazes at you. It's a sparkle of love and admiration, and it doesn't fade even as he moves to stand in the archway, slowly making his way over to you.

"Hi, baby." He quietly greets, watching you shove a bookmark into your book before setting it on the coffee table.

"Hi, Binnie." You greet just as quietly, meeting him halfway to embrace the buff man.

Your attraction to your boyfriend is no secret, your stolen glances and lingering stares often being a dead giveaway to anyone with the ability to see, even when you were almost certain you were being discreet.

No matter the location or who was around, your eyes always found Changbin.

As time goes by and the length of you and Changbin's relationship only grows longer, you care less for how transparent your love for him is, to Changbin himself, or anyone else who may witness it. It's something that makes love and warmth blossom in Changbin's chest, knowing that you'll never shy away from loving him.

"I missed you." He softly breathes out, feeling your arms circle around his shoulders.

You feel his arms rest against the surface of your back, pulling you against him as your fingertips come to draw small circles on his shoulder blades.

"I missed you, too." You chuckle lightly, moving your hands to grip at his biceps. "Even though you were only gone for a little over an hour."

"An hour is a long time, baby..." he trails off, looking off to the side as he sighs dramatically. "A very long time."

You let out a laugh at his words, rolling your eyes as he takes a step back.

"It was a good gym day, though." He simply states, waiting until you refocus your gaze on him to flex his arms.

The smile on your face slowly drops, a slightly dazed look taking its place as you let your eyes shamelessly rake along the expanse of Changbin's arms. Your eyes snap up to his, noticing the smirk on his lips as he watches you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

You've always had somewhat of an infatuation with Changbin's arms, even prior to being in a relationship with him. You tried not to make it obvious back then, doing everything in your power to avert your gaze when he would answer the door of his apartment in a black tank top or one of his black t-shirts that fit him perfectly, but now that you're in a relationship, you do little to hide the infatuation.

You can't help the scenarios that play in your head, the curiosity of what it would feel like to have one of his strong arms wrap around your throat just enough to slightly constrict your airflow plaguing your mind every chance it gets.

You're brought out of your thoughts by the feeling of one of Changbin's hands gently grabbing yours. You watch his hand guide yours to his bicep, resting it right against the swell of the muscle for you to grab at.

"Go ahead, baby," his voice is barely above a whisper when he speaks, and you audibly gulp at the feeling of his warm skin beneath your fingertips. "I know you love my arms."

You grip at the muscle, bringing your other hand up to do the same as you knead the flesh in your palms. Changbin brings his other arm down to wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

"I do, Bin." You whisper back, looking into his eyes as your hands continue their ministrations. "I really do."

"I always wonder what's going on inside that pretty head of yours when you zone out on me." Your eyes go wide at his words, your hands freezing in their place. He softly chuckles at your reaction, rubbing his hand along where it's placed on your lower back. "Is it a secret, baby?"

You look back into his eyes, not knowing exactly how to answer him.

"I don't know." You answer honestly, never having put a whole lot of thought into whether you would actually tell him about what you imagine or not.

"Well, if it is a secret, and you find yourself wanting to let me in, I'll be here. If not, it's okay." He softly smiles at you, the arm he was flexing lowering so he can hold both your hands in his larger one. "I'll be here either way."

You smile up at him, feeling safe in his embrace as your hands move to rest against his chest while his move down to your waist. You lean into him, pressing a kiss that he returns almost immediately to his lips.

You quickly deepen the kiss, the feeling of his broad, built chest beneath your palms, the scenarios still playing in your head, and his lips against yours being enough to send your mind into overdrive.

You feel Changbin use the grip he has on your waist to guide you both to your shared bedroom, never breaking the kiss as he lets you slide your hands beneath the fabric of his muscle tee. He kicks the door closed, briefly breaking the kiss to pull his tee over his head as you do the same, carelessly tossing both somewhere in the room.

The rest of you and Changbin's clothing quickly follow suit before you lay back on your bed, pulling Changbin down with you. He hovers above you, propping his weight up on his elbows as his forearms rest on either side of your head. His hard length rests against your bare core, and you let out a whine at the contact and lack of friction.

"Bin-" you choke out when you feel him guide his tip through your folds, collecting your arousal before resting his tip against your clit.

"Hm?" He softly hums, rubbing his tip along your clit to draw moans from your lips.

"P-Please-" you whimper out, hearing a moan slip past Changbin's lips before he presses his tip into your entrance.

He slowly pushes into you, relishing in the noise of pure relief you let out at the feeling of finally feeling him sink into you.

"There, baby." He breathes out, fighting to keep his voice steady when he feels your walls clench around him when he bottoms out. "Just what my girl needs."

The stretch has you keening as your eyes roll back, needing to feel him fuck you full. You buck your hips up against his and he chuckles lowly at your desperation, pulling his hips back just to snap them right back into yours.

Your hands fly up to his biceps when he finds a rhythm that has moans spilling from your lips almost endlessly. Your nails dig into his arms, leaving crescents in the surface of his skin as he fucks into you.

His pace is slow and steady, but harsh, with each of his thrusts shuffling you further up the mattress. He sits back on his heels, making sure he's still deep inside you as he lets both his hands cup your tits. He kneads the flesh in a way that is similar to how you kneaded the muscles of his arms earlier, and you let out a moan at the different form of stimulation.

He runs his hands from your chest down to your hips, holding you in place as he pulls out of you. You immediately whimper in protest, feeling empty as he carefully turns you to lay on your tummy.

"Just be patient for me, baby." He softly coos, gripping your hips so he can bring your lower half to rest on your knees, your ass in the air and on full display for his hungry eyes.

Changbin watches you nuzzle your face into the pillows as you sway your hips back and forth. He settles behind you, pushing the entirety of his length back inside you in one fluid thrust, and he has to hold your hips in place so you don't sink further into the mattress.

He quickly finds his rhythm again, hearing you almost scream into the pillows when he picks up his pace. He pulls you up until your upper body is resting on your elbows before he leans over your body to press open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder blades.

"Need to hear you, baby." He moans out, snaking his hand between your thighs to rub at your clit.

Your eyes roll back, your hips pushing back to meet his as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten. Your moans grow higher in pitch as you get closer to your high, and when Changbin hears your moans turn into high pitched whines, he rubs at your clit with more pressure to push you over the edge.

Your thighs shake and with your mind clouded in pleasure, you grab Changbin's arm that's between your thighs and bring it up to wrap around your throat.

Changbin freezes for a few seconds, the gears in his head turning as he hurriedly resumes his thrusts, slightly tightening his arm around your throat. You immediately clench around him, so hard that he has no choice but to briefly still inside you.

He didn't think it was possible for him to get harder, but seeing the effect something as simple as his arm has on you has him aching between your walls.

"Please, please, please!" You chant, breathless as he angles his hips to hit right where you need him repeatedly.

You let out a choked sob, the knot in your stomach coming dangerously close to unraveling as you feel Changbin speed up his thrusts, chasing his high as he moans into your neck.

It only takes a few more thrusts and Changbin tightening his arm around your throat to constrict your airflow just enough to allow only choked sobs and loud whimpers of his name for you to cum around his cock with a breathless scream.

Your walls squeeze his cock as they pulse around him, triggering his release as his hips stutter and he cums inside you with a loud moan of your name.

He releases his grip around your throat, letting you collapse fully onto the bed as you take in heavy breaths. You let out a cry when he carefully pulls out of you, and he's quick to turn you over and pull you into his side, softly hushing you as he rubs a comforting hand along the expanse of your back.

Your breathing eventually slows back down to a normal pace, and you nuzzle further into Changbin's side.

"Baby?"

"Yea?" You answer, looking up at him from your spot on his chest.

"Is that what you think about every time you zone out when you're staring at my arms?"

Realization hits you in that moment, and you freeze for a minute before you nod up at him.

"Was it as good as you thought it would be?" He gently asks, watching as you shake your head in response.

"It was much better than I thought it would be." You tell him honestly, watching a smile take over his features.

He pulls you impossibly closer to him, feeling proud and content as he hears you giggle. He presses a kiss against the top of your head before a shit-eating grin stretches across his features.

"What other secrets do you have, baby?"

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▪ Author's Note

This is excruciatingly self indulgent, especially after recent performances and fits...

I'm sorry, I needed this😩😵

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Released: October 3rd, 2024

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Kinktober: Day 28

Praise

A/N: aaaand all caught up again, another continuation of day 8 and 11!

Pairing: Ao'nung x Roxto x (fem) Sully reader

Warnings: threesoms, poly relationship, f x m, m x m, praise, handjob, guided smut, p in v, creampie

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You followed the path to the hidden hot springs that Ao'nung had shown you a little while ago, nestled higher in the mountains behind the village.

It's quiet. Serene. Animals around you are staring from the trees or darting off into the bushes. You're quieter on your feet, already having been used to the forest life. You cannot say the same for your partner behind you.

"I love this hotspring but damn," Ao'nung huffs, feet louder against the forest floor,"It is a hike."

You snort,"You would not survive the forest, that's for sure."

"Hey!" He chuckles, tugging the end of your tail playfully.

You roll your eyes then refocus, grinning as you see the entrance to the springs.

It's still early. The early morning sun rays are shimmering through the trees and cast a golden glow on the waters surface. It looks like a dream, really.

You're pacing forward to a more secluded area when you hear someone ahead. You turn to Ao'nung, quirking a brow in question. He shrugs, walking forward towards the sound. As you get closer, right beside your partner, you realize it's singing and the voice is familiar. With a soft grin, you hurry forward, breaking through the few bushes and not being the quietest you could've been, startling the singer in question.

Roxto jumps, turning around quickly. He's wide eyed, bare from the waist down and submerged in the water. He had been singing, his voice so so lovely and soft.

"Roxto!" You grin happily, peeling off your loincloth and quickly stepping into the water, wading over to him.

"Hello, tahni," he smiles softly, taking your hand, tugging you forward and kissing the top of your head.

You wrap your arms around his waist and burrow your face into his neck. He smells like the flowers that dangle overhead. Ao'nung comes in, cupping your lower back and pressing a soft kiss to Rotxo's temple before turning to grab some oils and flowers.

"How long have you been here for?" You ask softly, rubbing your thumbs gently into his sides.

"Didn't sleep well, so I walked here just before sunrise," his voice is soft, sleep evident in his tone.

"Ah, I'm sorry, hun," you kiss his cheek gently and hug him tighter. You lean your head on his chest and he leans his over yours.

You end up scrubbing the oils into your skin, helped by the boys and you return the favor.

After a little while, you press soft kisses up Ao'nungs spine, wrapping your arms around his waist. He leans into your hold and holds your wrists over his abs.

The water ripples behind you and you turn, watching Roxto begin to wade away towards the edge to leave and you frown.

"Roxto?" Your voice is soft,"Where are you going, tahni?"

He doesn't turn to you but responds,"Figured I would head out," he shrugs.

You pull your arms back and wade over to him quickly. Thankfully, Ao'nung is quick and tugs his friends tail to hold him still, and you circle around him with a soft but worried smile on your lips.

"What is wrong?"

He doesn't seem to be able to hold eye contact, turning his gaze away with almost a pout on his lips.

You cup his cheek and turn him to face you, staring into his eyes with unwavering fondness.

"Tahni, talk to us, please," you brush your thumb over his cheek bone. You see Ao'nung lean his chin over Roxtos shoulder, arms wrapping around his middle.

He sighs outwardly from his nose, bowing his head as he looks away. His voice is still soft, almost sad in tone,"It- I don't understand why, my head tells me that I am.. not really part of this."

You frown as he gestures to you and Ao'nung, then glance to the other metkayina. He's frowning as well, but presses a soft kiss to Rotxo's shoulder.

You cup his cheeks, leaning closer to him,"Yawne, you are ours and we are yours-" you then take one of his hands, lifting it to press a gentle kiss to his palm,"I am so sorry you have felt this way, we really want this to work, despite the challenges we know are ahead of us.."

He nods quietly, and you lean up to gently kiss him.

"You're too good for us, Rotxo.. always taking care of us after a session, always so gentle," your voice is sultry, sensual and you spot the growing blush on his cheeks.

Ao'nung pipes in, kissing over his shoulder fondly and cupping over his abs,"You're too good with everything you do, even outside the bedroom," he lightly nips the side of his neck,"And your voice- goodness, eywa blessed you."

You grin softly, then gasp as stepping closer, you feel the rigid outline of his growing erection against your stomach.

He's blushing profusely by now, quickly clenching his eyes shut and ears pinning back to his skull. He purses his lips, and you think for a moment that he may be holding his breath.

You move your hands downwards, gently, over his pecks, kissing over the muscle there, then down his sides and holding firm over his hips. Your thumbs stroke the skin there, and you trail more kisses up his neck to suck a mark at the sensitive skin below his jaw.

He breathes out a shaky moan, hand coming to grapple at your hip, the other clinging behind him at Ao'nungs upper outer thigh.

"You're so beautiful, eywa did indeed bless you," you whisper against his skin, nipping over the purplish mark.

Ao'nung trails his hands up and down Rotxos front, fingers gingerly tracing over every ridge of the muscles there. You stand on your tip toes, nosing at his cheek before managing to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. He whines against your lips, kissing back weakly as your tongue slips in, invading his senses. His grip on your hip strengthens, surely to leave bruising later on.

You pull back and he huffs for breath, gaze hazy and full of lust. You spot Ao'nung lifting his head from Rotxo's shoulder, lifting his hand to angle his friends head his way before he too, kisses him deeply.

A new feeling stirs at the sight. Your two boys who held your heart. Goodness, the sight had your pussy leaking.

Ao'nung is dominate, overpowering, and his kisses reflect that. The kiss is hot, wet and claiming. Rotxo whines, hand coming up to clutch over Ao'nungs forearm and you take this moment of distraction to wrap your palm around the base of his cock.

The reaction is instant, he yanks his head back and cries out a wobbly moan as you immediately start to stroke him off.

"Can't get enough of your voice, tahni," you speak to him, tightening your hand as you stroke up towards the tip. You gaze down at his length to thumb over the head and grin as he chokes out a gasp, hips rutting his cock into your fist.

"You're doing so well for her, paskalin," Ao'nung mumbles into Rotxo's ear, kissing back down his neck again, hand then also closing in around his cock.

"Oh- mmph, please-" Rotxo pleads airily, whining before clenching his teeth.

"Please, what, baby?" You jerk him slower, teasing over the head as Ao'nung jerks the base.

He pants, gazing at you blearily,"Please, ma," a shiver rolls down your spine and you release a moan, he continues,"Make me cum."

You share a look with Ao'nung and he nods his head in the direction behind you. You nod quickly, backing up and disconnecting your hand from his cock. He groans, looking at you frantically for a brief moment before Ao'nung guides him forward to you. You lift yourself onto the ledge, leaning back slightly to spread yourself open.

Rotxo's gaze widens at this, gasping when Ao'nung once again takes hold of the base of his cock, angling him and guiding him forward.

"You're always so good to us, baby," you praise and he groans, hands grappling at anything.

Ao'nung peers over his shoulder, free hand gripping Rotxo's hip and moving him forward, cockhead pressing into your dripping pussy.

"Oh, great mother," he whines, head tilting back against Ao'nungs shoulder as he's guided forward until his hips are flush with yours.

"You see how well you fill her? How good you make her feel?"

You moan as his cock grinds perfectly into you and you gaze up, hand reaching to trace up his chest.

"You feel amazing, you fit so well," you praise more, leaning up to roll your hips down on his length and grin as he whimpers.

Ao'nung grips Rotxo's hips, dragging him back until only the tip remains inside of you, then pressing him forward to the hilt. He continues this, pressing sweet kisses over his friends shoulder and watching as he guides him in and out of you.

"So good, mmph, please-"

"Please, what, baby?"

He whines, eyes almost teary from pleasure as he gazes down at you,"Please, ma, can I cum?"

You nod quickly, trailing your hand down to rub your clit as you reach your peak, moaning as you finally cum, tightening up.

Rotxo tries to pull out, but Ao'nung doesn't allow it, pressing him into you and holding him there as he groans.

"Ah-! oh, mmph," Rotxo whines as he cums deeply into you.

You sigh in bliss, cupping his cheek,"Good boy, my baby," you coo, stroking through his hair as he slumps onto you. You grin up at Ao'nung, who leans down to press soft kisses over the boys spine.

"See how good you fit with us? You're perfect," he praises.

Rotxo pants, kissing your neck softly as he regains his breathing, nodding softly. You kiss his cheek, over and over.

"You're ours, my love."

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A/N: actually had so much fun writing this one I truly feel like if in a poly thing that Ao'nung would be swinging both ways

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨-Harvest of Hearts-Abby Anderson Headcanons-୧ ⋆ ˚｡⋆

I'm sorry I can't help myself with October and my Abby Anderson head-canons tbh..hdsfkjhf

- Also this makes up for the fact I wont be doing KinkTober -`♡´-

-October held a special place in Abby's heart; it was her absolute favorite time of the year. She adored the crisp autumn air, the rich tapestry of colors that painted the landscape, and above all else, the enchanting magic of Halloween.

-Abby cherished the moments she spent with you, her girlfriend, in your shared love for autumn. Some of her most treasured activities with you included Pumpkin Patch Dates, Haunted House adventures, Apple Picking, cozy Movie Marathons, and dreamy nights of stargazing.

Pumpkin Patch Date: Abby would insist on an early start, knowing that the morning sun cast a warm, golden glow over the pumpkin patch. It was the best time to choose the healthiest and most vibrant pumpkins for carving.

-As you would wander through the pumpkin patch, she'd giggle affectionately when you picked out pumpkins with quirky shapes, unusual spots, or even ones with multicolored splotches.

-She'd suggest taking polaroid photos of each other holding the chosen pumpkins, capturing your smiles and the sunlight filtering through the leaves from the mostly barren trees.

Haunted Houses: Haunted houses held a special place in Abby's heart, and the anticipation built throughout the year was her favorite. It wasn't merely the chilling thrills or the eerie ambiance that drew her in; what excited her the most was seeing your scared face and when you clung onto her after someone in a cheesy mask jumped out at you two.

-To comfort you Abby would let you squeeze her hand and she would do the thing where she rubs her thumb over your fingers. Her touch was not just comforting but almost therapeutic, she made sure you were okay throughout the house with soft pecks and giggles.

-When startled by actors in costume, Abby wouldn't just scream, she'd also burst into laughter, turning the scares into a shared joke between you two.

Apple Picking: Abby fucking loves apples, there's no way. Abby's excitement for apple picking was contagious, and she wanted to ensure that your day in the orchard was nothing short of perfect. She'd insist on an early morning start, well before the orchard's gates opened to the public. It wasn't just about the freshness of the apples; it was about the serene ambiance of the early hours, the gentle sunlight filtering through the trees, and the crispness in the air that made it the ideal time for picking.

-Abby would gently coax you into parting your lips as she playfully stuffed the apple into your mouth making you share one with her, giggling.

-Abby paid close attention to your preferences, and if you had a specific type of apple you favored, she'd make it her mission to seek out and handpick only those varieties

Movie Marathons: Abby made sure to remember your preferences on scary movies so she could make a list to watch with you..

-The couch or bed would be adorned with a multitude of plush pillows and a couple of cozy blankets for you both to snuggle into. Abby had a way of making you feel at ease, she often became your preferred pillow since you got easily scared at these movies..

-Abby held you even closer, her arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders. She made sure to comfort you when you shook or gasped. Abby's grip would tighten briefly, as if to say, "I'm here", and "I've got you hon."

-If you fell asleep during the movies she wouldn't even be disappointed because she knew you were like this when all snuggled up and cozy..

Stargazing: Abby would lay out blankets on the grass, creating a cozy nest for both of you to snuggle into. The softness of the blankets and the warmth of her presence was all you needed.

Abby would hold you close kissing your forehead and whispering soft compliments and sighs.

Sometimes if it was damp out Abby would set up blankets and pillows just like she would in the fields and do it in the 'bed' of her pickup truck..

Okay this was really lazy, I have a headache and I need to write smth about mechanic Ellie (?)

I love Abby and October so I needed to write my fav head-cannons.. There's probably a bunch of spelling errors but..whateverr...

Okay bye bye!! -`♡´-

[serene-sun]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊

Kinktobet days Orange- 7/9 (Vouyer/exhibition/risk)

Pairing: ghouls x ghoulettes

Warnings: perv ghouls, not proof read bc I'm on a 30 hour bus ride to Seattle

Summary: the ghouls find a little hole in the wall…

After the show, the ghouls are sweaty and ready to take off their clothes into something more comfortable.

The boys sulk into their dressing room, beside the girl's room as they prance in there.

“Look…” Swiss said, bending down a little to the wall as he held his balled-up shirt.

“Shit, I thought they filled it?” mountain said, eagerly coming to Swiss’s side and putting an eye to the wall.

“Guess not…” Swiss noted, repositioning himself to look through the hole after mountain.

“What are you guys talking about?” Phantom questioned, drawing the strings to his sweatpants.

“They’re being perverts.” Rain commented, stepping behind Phantom to his bag. He took a pair of clothes out and quickly changed his pants.

“Wait are you sure it’s the right one, Swiss? Remember, the other one they could see us back!” Sodo said, falling to his knees to see the hole too.

“A-are you guys looking at the ghoulettes through a hole??” Phantom asked out of his mind as he pulled his shirt over his head. “Is that not a little…rude?”

“Oh come on.” Swiss threw his head back at the ghoul, “So you don’t want to see Cirrus naked? I know you jerk off to that calendar a fan made of her.”

Phantom's face grew red In embarrassment, “ok Fine I mean what could you possibly see-“Phantom pushed them out of the hole and looked through it, “…they’re so pink…and..and perky…” his jaw dropped and his voice got higher.

“You all are so inappropriate.” Copia said, walking into the room, “When will my ghouls grow up?” He fake fretted, setting his mug down and stretching his back.

“Never.” Rain sighed, giving Papa a pat on the back, “Eh it’s alright, they’re just aware of the hole as you are…” Copia paused, “I think.” he grabbed his clothes bag and left the room with a small smile.

“See, even Copia thinks you’re all children.” Rain groaned as he plopped down in a chair. He opened up a bag of chips and began eating them.

“Oh but look, it’s cumulus in just a bra.” Swiss teased the water ghoul with a smirk.

Rain paused, a chip snapping between his fingers. “OK?” He got another chip.

“Oh my! It’s red and laced all over! Oh gosh, rain, so are her panties.” Swiss made a surprised voice and covered his mouth.

Rain got from his seat and pushed them out of the way, “you don’t say.” He mumbled as he looked through the hole.

Swiss hummed until a little spec of light got his attention, “shit…there’s another one?” He said while standing up.

“Really?” Mountain said, investigating where Swiss’s eyes lead, “hell yeah.”

“Shit.” Phantom bit his lip.

The girls were talking while changing, the vanity light making a warm glow on their pale skin.

Cirrus was sitting down on the couch in her underwear, the light green ones she always saved for ‘lucky’ shows. She lay her head on the armrest and kicked her feet up on the other end of the couch, her knees crossed on the other arm. She pushed her sweaty ebony brown hair back and sighed.

“That was a great show but I'm...burnt out..” Cirrus sighed as she put her arms behind her head.

“Yeah, I think the boys just have better energy when we go to this stadium,” Cumulus replied, unclipping the clasp of her bra behind her.

“Ah..” Phantom accidentally moaned, watching the way Cirrus lay there with her breast out, and her panties lazy around her thighs.

Swiss unzipped his pants, the room was so quiet the ghouls had to ‘snap out of it’.

Mountain did the same, pulling his heavy cock out and wrapping his sore hand around it.

Sodo watched the two, he eyed Phantom and the way his bulge pressed against his pants.

“Shit.” rain said, watching the way Cumulus’s breasts burst out of her tight red bra.

Swiss jerked his length, spitting in his hand and squeezing himself from his base, dragging his hand up to his tip and twisting it.

“Look at them…so clueless,” Swiss noted to the group, tugging at his length.

Sodo reached his hand down Phantom's pants, giving him a mischievous smirk as he palmed his erection.

“W-want her so bad…” Phantom groaned while watching the way Cirrus moved off the couch and off to take Aurora's clothes off.

“Yeah? Want to shove them into a wall and fuck them?” Sodo teased as he started to hump his thighs while palming Phantom.

Phantom let out a small trill as he watched the small ghoullette clothes be put away and her nude body shines in the dressing room.

Swiss whined as Cumulus put a shirt on, he watched her with prying eyes until she was clothed again.

Mountain hummed, feeling his tip twitch at the sensation of his hand before letting his load spill across the stone wall.

“Shit….they need to keep this hole..” Swiss grunted.

“It's not our fault it's here…” Phantom moaned.

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

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[clareguilty]

Mandalorian/reader - Hunted

This year's first kinktober prompt! Please heed the content warnings!!!

Mandalorian/F!reader - Noncon, Marking/Claiming, Predator/Prey Rating: Explicit | WARNING NONCON, BRANDING, ROUGH SEX, GUNPLAY Word Count: ~2100

One of the good things about Bothawui — despite all of its crowded spaceports and busy hyperspace lanes — is that the planet was mostly empty.

Just a few clicks out of one of the loud, teeming cities found you hiking through the wilderness up the gentle slope of one of the many mountains that littered this continent. It sucked that you had to leave your speeder behind when the brush grew too thick, but that also meant that anyone following you would have to go on foot as well.

The forest was peaceful — if you ignored the million credit bounty on your head and the still smoldering blaster hole in your pack from when you were trying to get off the last planet. Fuck Nal Hutta. Such a shithole.

Tall, slender trees with needle-like green leaves swayed as the wind whistled through the rocky valleys and gorges. Unfamiliar feathered and furred creatures darted through the tall branches and lush undergrowth. It all would have been very beautiful and serene if you weren’t trekking over boulders and roots trying to put as much distance between you and everyone else in the galaxy that apparently wanted you dead.

The last bounty hunter had been a warning. A clumsy Rodian that didn’t anticipate your instincts to flee at the first sign of danger. You had scanned the holonet while stowed away on a transport ship only to find that there was an obscenely high bounty on your head for seemingly no reason.

But you had provisions, and keen senses, and you were prepared to hide out in these mountains for as long as you could before sneaking off to a distant, remote planet to live out the rest of your days in hiding. The outer rim was full of places for people who wanted to disappear.

A branch snapped in the distance behind you. 

The sharp crack sent a shiver down your spine. It could just be wildlife, but that kind of thinking wouldn’t keep you alive.

You took off running. Not up the mountain — which would only slow you down enough for your pursuer to overtake you — but to your left, the nearest path with the least amount of craggy boulders.

The pliant branches whipped and scratched at you as you forced your way through the wilderness. Your boots kept sinking into the carpet of leaves and loam, and you stumbled far too much for comfort as you tried to put distance between yourself and whoever could be chasing you. It had to be another bounty hunter. There were no such things as coincidences, especially not this far out in the middle of nowhere.

The pounding of your heart and raggedness of your breath were not good enough reason to stop as you wound along the mountainside as fast as your legs could carry you. But you had been running for so long now, and the sun was beginning to fall behind the distant peaks. Every time you slowed to change course or drag in a deeper breath, you could hear the heavy boots behind you. They were getting closer.

In a last ditch effort, you turned to go back down the mountain. There was nothing you could do anymore, no way to throw this hunter off your trail. Your only option was to keep running.

You knew you were leaving an easy path to follow as you tore through the forest, but you couldn’t take the time to cover your tracks. All you could do was try to outrun your pursuer until you found a place to hide or leave them behind for good. The odds of that were very slim.

A spray of dirt and brown needles kicked up beneath your boot as you skidded down the slope. It took all of your focus not to topple forward.

Something massive slammed into you, knocking the wind from your lungs and throwing you against the hard bark of the nearest tree.

You tried to blink through the ringing in your ears, gasping for breath even as you clawed and kicked at your attacker. You met nothing but armor with every blow, cold and unyielding no matter how much you fought.

The cold tip of a blaster against your neck made you freeze. 

A Mandalorian. Hidden beneath an impassive, terrifying helmet. He towered over you, unmoving and unfazed by your struggling.

You pressed back against the tree, gasping for breath as the hunter pinned you in place with an arm across your chest and a blaster barrel digging in just below your jaw.

"Make one more move and I shoot," a cold, modulated voice spoke from the helmet.

“Please,” you whimpered. “I’m innocent. The bounty is a set up.”

“Credits are credits,” the Mandalorian didn’t move an inch. “Why should I care if you’re innocent or not?”

Your blood froze. You didn’t imagine anyone could be so cold. Was your life really worth nothing? Maybe not nothing since there were a million credits on the line, but you never imagined that your life would come to an end over simple greed.

“I’ll give you anything,” you begged. “Whatever it takes to spare my life — you can have it!”

“Anything?” The helmet cocked to the side in consideration. “You’re asking me to walk away from a million credits?”

“I know I can’t pay you, but there has to be something I can do! I can’t die like this.” You sagged against the tree, sobbing as you pleaded for mercy from this hunter that had overtaken you so easily.

The barrel of the blaster trailed down your jaw to your chin, tilting your head this way and that — as if the hunter was inspecting you. You couldn’t read any emotion through the metal and black of the helmet, and your heart pounded in your chest in fear. He could pull the trigger at any moment.

Tears streamed down your face, but you didn’t look away from that helmet. If you were going to die out here, you were going to do it with whatever dignity you could.

The Mandalorian lowered the blaster, and you let out a shaky breath. His other fist closed around the material of your shirt, and you squealed as he threw you to the ground. You had barely pushed yourself to your hands and knees when he kneeled behind you and ripped your clothes. The fabric shredded easily under his strength.

You tried to crawl away, knowing you wouldn’t be able to escape. Large, gloved hands grabbed you by the hips and dragged you back through the dirt and leaves, ignoring your screams.

The Mandalorian lifted your hips, forcing your knees apart beneath you and baring you completely.

You didn’t try to escape again, knowing that he would not hesitate to kill you. All you could do was squeeze your eyes shut and wait for what was to come. You could hear the Mandalorian kneeling just behind you, and you braced for pain.

But there was no pain, just something cold and unyielding trailing over your bare skin and making you wince. It took you several seconds to realize that it was the blaster barrel. The Mandalorian was teasing you with his weapon.

You whimpered as the tip of the barrel brushed over your entrance. On the second pass, the metal pushed inside, stretching you open.

“Please,” you begged, not sure what you were asking for. You knew that you were entirely at the mercy of this hunter, and that your life was in his hands. You would do anything he asked, and he could do whatever he pleased.

The blaster pushed inside another half inch, and you hated that you could feel yourself growing slick around it. This was wrong. You were overpowered and treated like prey, forced to the forest floor and fucked with a deadly weapon. Why did it make you ache? Why did you want more?

The leather of his gloves was cool to the touch as the Mandalorian gripped your ass, spreading you open obscenely as he fucked you with the blaster. The thrusts were shallow and slow. Practically teasing. The pain of the stretch was subsiding, and all you could do was whimper into the dirt as he toyed with you.

You cried out when he suddenly forced the blaster deeper inside of you, the terror more than you could handle as you screamed and tried to scramble away from the new pain. And then the weapon was gone, and you were aching and empty. 

Somehow that felt worse.

The gloved hands clamped around your middle, rolling you onto your back so the Mandalorian could pin you beneath him. You stared up at the expressionless visor, the gleaming armor. He had knives and blasters and bombs, and you were naked and unarmed.

“Your life belongs to me,” he growled, feral and low even through the helmet’s voice modulator. “You understand?”

You nodded, knowing that this was the price you would pay to not be killed, to not be turned over to a fate worse than death. You were giving yourself over to this hunter instead.

He opened the fasten of his pants, stroking himself and sighing behind the helmet as he forced your thighs apart. His cock was huge even in his gloved hand, and you knew the barrel of the blaster had done little to prepare you for what was to come.

He splayed on gloved hand over your lower belly, forcing you in place as he lined himself up. “I own you,” he said, before forcing his cock inside.

You whimpered and cried, clawing at his armor as he sank inside you to the hilt, stretching you wide and filling you so deep you could feel his cock pressing into his own palm on your belly. All you could do was beg and plead, even though you had no idea what you were asking for, staring into the impassive visor of his helmet.

His hands moved to your hips as he began to fuck you, hard and deep with every thrust. You hated the way you were dripping around his cock, the way you could feel pleasure beginning to build with every thrust. He noticed immediately when your whimpers of fear turned to desperate moans of pleasure.

“That’s right, mutt. This is where you belong. Crying on my cock.”

He started fucking you faster, forcing your hips into the dirt as he hitched your knees over the cold armor plates on his shoulders. You were bent practically in half, split apart on his cock as he fucked you through your tears.

He chuckled when you came, eyes fluttering shut as you clenched around him. “You like that, little mutt?” He fucked you through your orgasm, his own breaths growing ragged as he drew nearer to his own. “You like being owned?”

All you could do was nod. It felt so good, and the rush of fear and pleasure and pain was overwhelming. Everything felt too real, yet like a dream.

He growled again as he came, forcing his cock deep inside and settling his entire weight on you. He was marking you. Claiming you.

You collapsed into the dirt when he finally pulled out, wiping his slick cock against your thighs to clean himself. It hurt to curl onto your side, to try and hide your face against the ground.

“You want to live?” The Mandalorian asked, wiping his blaster on your ruined clothes.

You looked up at him brokenly, nodding through your tears.

“Then you belong to me. That’s the price. If you decide you change your mind, I get my million credits.”

All you could do was nod. You weren’t expecting the Mandalorian to kneel beside you, brushing the dirt from your cheek with his thumb. “I’m gonna mark you as mine, mutt. You’re gonna want to bite down on this.”

He pulled his glove off and shoved the soft leather between your teeth. You did as he ordered, trying to stifle your terrified whines as he pulled a branding laser from his belt. The kind you had seen used on livestock.

He brushed the dirt and leaves from your hip and thigh, positioning his mark over the bared skin.

You screamed when the laser scorched your skin, etching the Mandalorian’s claim into your hip with a flash and a hiss. You were thankful for the glove, or you surely would have cracked your teeth.

You could feel the hunter’s come dripping out of you and spilling over your thighs. You had given yourself up completely, used and claimed. But the sense of danger had passed. You were alive. 

A breeze whistled through the trees, cool air brushing the newly burned skin. The mark was unfamiliar, a symbol you hadn’t seen before. Some kind of horned beast. It looked beautiful in a way.

“Easy, mutt,” he soothed you. “It’s done. You’re mine.”

[kassandras-one-braincell]

Kassandra x Reader - Succulence

Kinktober 12: Aphrodisiacs [mature]

Word count: 634

Ao3 link here.

Men, minors and ageless/default blogs DNI. You will be blocked immediately upon interaction.

In a rare moment of serenity, you found yourselves perched atop a balcony, legs dangling over the edge, watching the sparkling azures of Aegean waters ebb and flow. The air was quiet, save for the crashing of waves and the croaking of locusts. A wicker basket brimming with fruits occupied the space between you, from which Kassandra had peeled the ripest orange for you to savour.

For her own enjoyment, she plucked an apple – unblemished, with pale green skin that bled into a lustrous scarlet. Little did you know, this very apple would be the undoing of the evening’s tranquillity.

Kassandra tossed the fruit in her hand before bringing it to her lips. Eyes still mesmerised by the sea, she flexed her strong jaw to indulge in that first greedy bite.

There was a crunch, followed by a blink of surprise as juice burst from the apple’s punctured skin. A saccharine stream flowed from her lips to her chin, trickling down her throat. She chuckled, letting a small droplet fall from the corner of her full mouth before she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. All the while, more juices oozed from the teeth-carved cavity in the fruit, seeping onto the webspace between her thumb and forefinger.

The orange cradled in your hands felt heavy, all of a sudden. Heavier still, when Kassandra brought her hand back to her mouth after thickly swallowing her mouthful, slothfully lapping at the nectar streaming down to her wrist.

Your eyes traced the movements of her tongue as warmth flooded your face. Perhaps Eros had laced your mind with a fog, but you almost swore that there was something rehearsed about the way she cleaned the juice from her hand. A memory of the muscle, stemming from countless hot, impassioned nights that ended in your essence soaking her fingers, dripping down the palm of her hand. She would languorously savour every morsel, tiding herself over until your next coition. Your mouth, only moments ago salivating at the thought of fresh fruit, ran dry.

Seemingly oblivious to your indecent predicament, Kassandra sunk her teeth into the apple’s sweet flesh a second time. More rivulets ran their course. Although, unlike before, she made no move to catch them with her hand. Such an endeavour would be futile, given the ripeness of the fruit, hence the juices gushed freely down her chin. They glistened in the setting sun against her bronze skin, clinging to her jawline as she chewed and her neck when she gulped.

Her face was a familiar mess – minus the breathlessness and glossy eyes, which your vivid, lewd imagination eagerly supplemented. Your vision clouded with the dusky pink of her lips, intoxicated by the shimmer of the sticky, sugary liquid. The low, contented hum she relinquished at the taste was a cruel, perfect replica of the sounds muffled by your mons as she pleasured you with her—

“You haven’t touched your orange,” came her curious remark. It sliced through your thoughts. You snapped your eyes towards her, hoping your face didn’t betray any sign of fluster.

Shooting her a shy smile, you awkwardly fumbling with a segment of the orange. “Just lost in thought, that’s all,” you sighed, bringing the loosened wedge to your lips. Your teeth pierced the tangy citrus, although you were far too riddled with distraction to fully appreciate its ripeness.

Kassandra cocked her brow. It was a miracle you managed not to choke as her lips curved into a knowing grin, dripping with both juice and smugness. “I’m rubbing off on you,” she teased before taking another bite.

You, in stunned silence, gnawed through the segment under her amused gaze. Heart drumming against your ribcage, you hoped she had a desire to sink her teeth into more than just an apple.

[cutiedwaekki]

life in farm is (definitly) not bad

kinktober special fic

summary : five years later , Minho did not regret his choice on moving outside the city

contain : fluff , fluff , fluff , weight gain , fluff

if want so bad disappointed you, here's something to cheer you up hehe

enjoy ♡

(^з^)-☆

The quiet life on the farm had turned into a gentle, rhythmic routine for Jisung and Minho. Each day unfolded like a peaceful song, slow and steady, with its own comforting patterns. Since moving in with Jisung, Minho had split his time between the bustling city and their serene countryside home. It wasn’t an easy balance, but it worked. On weekdays, Minho would leave early in the morning, heading to the city for meetings and rehearsals, while Jisung remained behind, tending to the farm and their small, growing life together.

Jisung’s daily routine had a charm all its own, filled with little pleasures and, of course, plenty of food. The mornings always began the same way: with Jisung lazily rolling out of bed after Minho had already left, the sun peeking through the curtains. He would stretch, his long, tight overalls creaking just a little with every movement, and shuffle downstairs to find something to eat. Breakfast was always a grand affair for Jisung—pancakes stacked high with syrup, fresh fruit, and sometimes even a slice of the leftover cheesecake Minho had brought home from the city.

After breakfast, he’d take a leisurely stroll around the farm, feeding the chickens, checking on the vegetable garden, and making sure the cats were satisfied with their exploration of the vast grounds. The cats were his constant companions, following him as he wandered from the barn to the garden and back again, meowing for attention or treats. But Jisung’s favorite part of the day always came around mid-morning—snack time.

He had developed a habit of taking multiple small breaks throughout the day, which always involved something sweet or savory. Whether it was a slice of pie left over from the day before, or some pastries Felix had baked during one of his visits, Jisung never missed the chance to indulge. Sitting at the small table on the porch, he’d often nibble away at a brownie or biscuit, sipping on tea while the breeze carried the scent of earth and grass around him. His body had changed over the years, growing softer and rounder, and while some might have seen it as excessive, Minho only saw how content Jisung was. The city life had never suited him the way the countryside did. His freckled skin glowed, his cheeks were full, and his body now matched the peaceful, indulgent pace of his life.

But the best part of Jisung’s day was always when Minho came home.

The sound of Minho’s car pulling up the gravel driveway in the late afternoon made Jisung's heart skip a beat every time. By then, he had already had his third meal of the day, and perhaps even a second snack, and he was usually sitting on the porch waiting for Minho’s return, a light dusting of flour on his freckled cheeks from his latest baking project. Minho would step out of the car, arms loaded with bags from the city—bread from his favorite bakery, boxes of pastries, and sometimes, special ingredients he knew Jisung would love to experiment with in the kitchen.

“Hey Sungie!” Minho would call out as he approached, his smile softening as soon as his eyes landed on Jisung. The sight of him—round-cheeked, wearing his now-familiar overalls that seemed to strain a little more every week—filled Minho with warmth.

Jisung would waddle over, arms outstretched for a hug, and Minho would drop the bags just in time to catch him. Their embrace was always the same—Jisung’s soft belly pressing against Minho’s toned frame, a contrast they both loved, and Minho would plant a kiss on his forehead, breathing in the familiar, comforting scent of flour and sweetness that clung to Jisung’s skin.

“You brought more pastries, didn’t you?” Jisung would ask, a glint of excitement in his eyes as he peeked into the bags.

“Of course. I know how much you love them. Got your favorite cheesecake too,” Minho would reply, watching with amusement as Jisung’s face lit up.

Dinner was always a cozy affair, with the two of them sitting at their small wooden table, chatting about their day. Minho would tell Jisung stories from the city—how the rehearsals had gone, which trainees had impressed him—and Jisung would update him on life at the farm. It was a simple life, but it suited them. After dinner, they would often sit together on the couch, Jisung curled up beside Minho, his belly full and content, as they watched the sunset through the wide windows of their home.

As the months passed, Jisung continued to fill out, his overalls getting tighter and tighter, but Minho never minded. If anything, he adored it. He loved seeing Jisung so happy, so relaxed, and he never missed the opportunity to bring home more treats for his partner to enjoy. Sometimes, he’d even tease him lightly.

“You know, those overalls are looking pretty snug lately,” Minho would say with a playful grin, poking at Jisung’s round belly.

Jisung would laugh, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I know, I know. I really should get new ones, but I kind of like these,” he’d admit, tugging at the straps that dug into his soft shoulders.

One evening, after dinner, they found themselves sitting outside, much like they always did, watching the sun dip below the horizon. Jisung had a bowl of cheesecake balanced on his lap, taking slow bites as he leaned against Minho’s shoulder. The cats wandered around their feet, and the crickets chirped softly in the background. It was a perfect, quiet moment.

“You know, Jisung,” Minho began softly, “I’ve been thinking… Maybe it’s time we moved to the next step.”

Jisung paused, turning his head slightly to look at Minho, a confused but curious look in his eyes. “Next step?”

Minho smiled, nodding. “Yeah, like… being my fiancé , getting married and ... maybe we could adopt.”

Jisung blinked, then a smile spread across his face. “Adopt? You mean… a dog, right? Oh, we should definitely get a dog! The farm is perfect for one, and I’ve always wanted one! I always wanted a bichon frise !! No offense to our cats , they are my babies too , but a dog will be ... perfect !!”

Minho chuckled, shaking his head softly. “That’s not exactly what I meant, but… yeah, a dog sounds perfect.”

Jisung beamed, his excitement palpable as he started listing all the breeds they could get, talking about how the dog would love running around the farm. Minho just listened, smiling to himself. He hadn’t exactly been thinking about a dog, but hearing Jisung talk about it, his cheeks full of cheesecake and his eyes sparkling with joy, Minho realized it didn’t matter. Whatever the future held for them—whether it was a dog, or something more—they would face it together, side by side, just as they were now.

As the sun disappeared behind the hills, casting the farm in a golden glow, Minho leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to Jisung’s temple. “I love you, Jisung.”

Jisung smiled, resting his head back on Minho’s shoulder, his hand slipping into Minho’s. “I love you too.”

And in that moment, with the world quiet around them, everything felt perfect.

Life in farm was definitly not bad

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 11: Lakeside (Swimwear)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Sniper x Fem!Reader

Summary: An innocent getaway turns into a bit more when Sniper finds himself admiring your bathing suit

Tags: swimsuit, public, outdoors

Word Count: 1.8k

The Masterlist

You couldn’t deny that it was a rather romantic setting. The lake was clear and the water sparkled with reflections of the stars, making it seem as if you could dive in and swim through the night sky itself. The moon was full, illuminating you and Sniper just enough to make out each others’ silhouettes as you relaxed on the dock. He had brought you here in his van during some extended vacation time, hyping up how nice it was; a serene, isolated place for you and him to relax.

The two of you had arrived in the afternoon and you decided to spend the rest of the day swimming until the sun set. Now you were simply enjoying the night, leaning against Sniper with a towel draped over your shoulders as you admired the scenery. Sniper, on the other hand, was admiring you.

The gunman had seen you in all states of undress before. Which was why it was so odd that the sight of you in a simple two piece bathing suit that didn’t even show very much midriff was enough to get him hot under the collar. He had gotten tired of swimming before you and changed back into regular clothes, but as he sat on the dock he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, diving under the water, floating on your back, playfully splashing him whenever you thought he wasn’t looking- his sunglasses hid his gaze. Maybe it was more than the swimwear. Maybe it was the way the water glistened on your body or the way your cheeks reddened the more time you spent in the sun. Even now, he considered that maybe it was simply the way your figure was outlined by moonlight, showing off every curve and edge. Whatever it was, he couldn’t get enough of it.

You let out a surprised yelp when Sniper suddenly wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close and beginning to kiss down your neck. When you didn’t voice any protest, he continued down to your collar, letting his teeth graze ever so slightly against your skin to keep you on edge and, hopefully, get you as riled up as he was. “Mundy,” you sighed as he kissed his way back up again. “That feels nice.”

“I can make you feel even better, doll,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear and his hand trailing down your side. The insinuation was obvious, and a moment of clarity hit you.

“Right here?” you asked. “What if someone sees us?”

Sniper pulled away, looking at you, his lustful expression softening for a moment. “Want to go back to the camper?”

You hesitated, glancing around. It wasn’t like the two of you were at a popular tourist attraction- it was literally a lake dock in the middle of nowhere, at some ungodly hour of the night. Plus, you didn’t want him to stop touching you, not even for long enough to retreat to the privacy of the van. “No, it’s fine,” you said. “Just keep an eye out for anyone.”

“No one ever comes by here, doll. I told you, this place is isolated,” Sniper reassured you. “But I’ll stay vigilant. Wouldn’t want anyone else catching you like this. That’s a sight for me and me alone.”

The slightly possessive tone he had on those last few words made you shiver. That, coupled with the dangerous thrill of doing something like this outside already had you quite aroused. You squeezed your thighs together as Sniper continued to kiss you, now making obvious efforts to leave hickeys on your skin. You prayed that they would fade before the two of you had to return to the base.

“Hold on a moment,” you said, pulling away suddenly and moving so that you weren’t sitting at the edge of the dock. That was better. The possibility of you becoming a bit too lost in the moment and tumbling headlong into the cold water would be a mood killer, to say the least. You placed the towel that was over your shoulders out on the dock- splinters would prove to be a mood killer as well- and laid back on it, giving Sniper your best bedroom eyes and motioning for him to come towards you.

You tried not to laugh when Sniper leapt to his feet, almost stumbling in his eagerness. He knelt down on the towel and you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him close. His body pressed against yours as he leaned down to kiss you, and you could feel how hard he was through his pants. It only served to increase your own arousal.

“Please,” you whispered between kisses. “Fuck me, Mundy.”

Sniper groaned against your lips, his body jerking harshly when you emphasized your desire with a subtle buck of your hips. You smirked when you felt his fingers hook into the lower half of your two-piece, pulling it downward. He placed the garment to the side and you made a mental note to remember to bring it back to the camper once the two of you were done here. You moved to undo the clip holding your top on, but Sniper stopped you, taking your hands in his.

“Is something wrong?” you asked, head tilted in confusion. You couldn’t quite read his expression in the faint light of the moon, his face cast in shadow. It made him look so mysterious and you found it incredibly attractive.

“Nothings wrong, doll. It’s just,” Sniper paused, sounding a bit nervous. “Would you mind keeping it on? This is gonna sound weird but, you look really fucking hot in it.”

You were a bit surprised. Your swimsuit was relatively simple, even if it was a bit low cut, but the idea that Sniper got off on seeing you wearing it was enough to convince you.

“Sure!” you said, flashing a wide grin. Sniper mirrored your expression, his teeth glinting and showing off sharp canines.

“Perfect. Now, let’s get started,” Sniper undid his belt, pushing his pants and briefs down around his thighs. You didn’t mind that he wasn’t fully undressing. Honestly, if you weren’t so turned on right now you would probably be shivering in the cool night air. Plus, the less clothing you had to gather up after this, the better. Sniper pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, letting out a low groan as he felt how wet you were. “Ready, darling?”

You nodded frantically, and with your go ahead, he pressed forward. A soft moan was pulled from you as he began to thrust at a slow but firm pace, warming you up nicely without being too rough. You inhaled deeply, savoring the fresh air, feeling more invigorated than anxious about doing this in such an open space. Part of you wondered if you would even notice if someone else showed up. Your focus was entirely on Sniper, and likewise, his focus was on you.

He couldn’t get enough of you. The way you looked up at him, the way your body felt around his cock, and the way your curves were framed so perfectly in that swimsuit top all drove him wild. Sniper was a very observant man. Given his profession, he had to be. Not only could he interpret your every reaction, he could also keep a look out and prevent any uninvited guests from happening upon this little tryst. Then again, the idea of others seeing him laying claim to you, showing the world you were his and his alone, didn’t sound too bad either.

“Mundy…” The sound of you speaking his name snapped Sniper out of his thoughts, and he focused on you. “Could you go a bit harder? Please?”

If the situation was different, Sniper would have told you to beg. But you asked so sweetly, he couldn’t bring himself to do so. “Alright, doll,” he said, flashing a wolf-like grin. “Hold on to me if you need to.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, taking his advice. It also allowed you to pull him closer. Sniper paused for a moment, angling himself just right before starting to pound into you. You weren’t prepared for him to brush against that sensitive patch of nerves inside you, let alone do it repeatedly. Moans that you didn’t have time to stifle fell from your lips as you held on as if your life depended on it.

Sniper, meanwhile, continued to be absolutely captivated by you. While one hand gripped the towel, bunching it up in his fist, the other travelled down your side, caressing your curves before coming up again to feel your chest. He lingered there, relishing the gentle bounce of your breasts as he fucked you, and the way the bathing suit framed them so nicely. If he was more confident in his ability to multitask, he would have gladly leaned down and marked up the soft skin with his lips and teeth. He moaned at the very thought of that, low and gravelly as he felt the pleasure begin to build.

You weren’t too far off yourself, the steady thrusts against your sweet spot leaving you a shaky mess, barely able to even tell your lover how close you were. Sniper was quite aware though. He could hear it in the pitch of your moans, and feel it in the tightening of your grip on his shoulders, fingers flexing into the fabric of his shirt.

“You’re so bloody beautiful,” he groaned, taking note of the way you shivered at the sound of his praise. No doubt you had practically forgotten the two of you were even outside at this point. “I want to make you come, doll. Be a good girl for me and come on my cock, you pretty thing.”

“Fuck!” you cried, that being the first coherent word you had been able to say for quite a while. Sniper’s hand had traveled low on your body, and you had barely noticed until his fingers were on your clit, bringing you over the edge within moments. The feeling of you clenching around him was enough to do Sniper in as well, and he pressed his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss, muffling his own moans as you lazily tasted each other. The two of you stayed like that, caught up in a rough dance of lips and tongue until the aftershocks wore off and you parted for air.

Sniper withdrew from you with a long exhale, looking simultaneously exhilarated and exhausted. You, on the other hand, were entirely worn out, laying with a dreamy stare that you only snapped out of when you felt yourself being lifted upright. Sniper gathered you up into his arms, essentially wrapping you in the towel you were laying on. You reached out, grabbing your swimsuit bottoms just before you were lifted out of reach.

“As beautiful as it is out here, I’m guessing you’re not too keen on sleeping on a dock half naked,” Sniper said, carrying you back to his camper.

“Thank you,” you said through a yawn, not even bothering to hide how tired you were as the afterglow began to set in. You rested your head on Sniper’s shoulder letting your eyes drift shut. You weren’t even sure if you made it back to the van before you fell asleep in his arms.