thinking about the way jake mates you :((
the way he just folds you in half, covering you with his bigger body, overwhelming you with all of him – his scent, his weight, his warmth.
the way his hands, five fingers and all, pry your thighs apart so he can dip his head and lick your dripping cunt. you learned the word from jake, his voice curling into something deep and animalistic when he first ate you out.
the alien word was new, vulgar, outright dirty, but every time jake whispers it – "your cunt loves me, doesn't it, sweetheart?" – you could feel the way it riles him up more than it makes your toes curl. you feel it in the way he throbs inside you, his lips pulled into a snarl, and amidst glassy eyes you watch the way he flushes, losing himself in the throes of pleasure.
pleasure evoked by mating you.
jake is so deliciously big.
the way his belly presses onto your back whenever he fucks you on your knees, a hand wrapped around your chest and the other pressing on your belly. the position was not usual, but not nearly foreign, and you found yourself putty in his arms as he contorted your body, measured whispers rolling off his lips, praising you, telling you how beautiful you look like this, presented all for him.
“can you feel me here, baby?” he purrs, his breath is warm as it tickles your ears. “i’m deep inside you, aren’t i?”
your voice hitches, unable to reply to him well. jake chuckles anyway, like he expected your incoherence, almost even wanting to hear you be reduced to only keens and muffled whines.
“y’r taking me so good, sweetheart,” jake murmurs, before pressing a kiss on your shoulder.
you whimper, a choked moan falling from your lips as jake slides his cock out again, the length of it dragging along your plush walls. it is so heavy and hard, filling you to the brim as if he wants to carve himself into your very being. your eyes are wet with unshed tears, and your body trembles at how full you feel.
“jake!” you squeal, your voice squeaking into a high pitch when he pushes his cock back inside you again.
your arms buckle, threatening to collapse at the increasing pleasure rising through your being. it is only jake’s hold that prevents you from crashing to the floor, keeping you up at the perfect angle to sink his cock into.
“i know, sweetheart,” jake croons, fucking you with a relentless pace, his body warm around you. in you. “just few more, okay? you could do it, can’t you baby girl?”
you don’t recall ever nodding or doing anything to respond to him, feeling your toes curl as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your cunt spasming around jake’s cock.
“fuck, baby!” jake hisses, his pleasure curling into his words, his voice sounding so close yet so warbled and far away. “cum with me, sweetheart. with me.”
and just like that your pleasure tilts, expanding, before euphoric ecstasy crashes into you as you cum, your orgasm ripping a shrill cry from your throat.
“m’jake!” you scream, your back arching and your ears flattening on your head, your tail thrashing as the base of it thrums with a muted pain from being squished between jake’s bigger body and your back.
“jus’ like that, baby,” jake grunts, his face pressed on the juncture between your shoulder and your neck. “fuck, y’r so good, so perfect. my perfect mate, aren’t you baby? mine, yeah?”
you hum, you think. or you nod – you don’t even know, feeling yourself floating, engulfed with the overwhelming pleasure that only jake can coax out of you.
your uncoordinated response doesn’t matter to jake, feeling him chuckle amidst his panting, his tongue licking a stripe on your neck.
“yeah,” he whispers, almost like he is talking to himself. “my perfect mate, alright.”
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what happened to me today would make a funny moment in a fic
my work wife and i were talking about our body dysmorphia, and he said he had a hard time believing anyone when they said they were attracted to him
i, having secretly been attracted to him for several years now, started laughing
after a few seconds of this, it was with a sense of good-humored embarrassment that i realized i was going to have to explain why i was laughing or he might think i was making fun of him
i considered lying, but i figured he probably needed to hear it, so i was like "buddy. i'm attracted to you. you're so precisely my type that it's a little embarrassing"
he said "but you're a lesbian!"
and i said "if someone blushes and thanks me when i call them a girl, they're enough of a girl for me"
and he said "i did that"
and i said "i had forgotten that until this moment, but yeah you did"
i was blushing so badly that i was like "see, you have to believe i mean it because i'm so flustered that you know i'm not lying to you!"
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(Before Y'all Read: HEAVILY SUGGESTIVE CONTENT AHEAD)
The jolts of electricity running through his organic tissue were the only thing keeping him fully conscious at this point.
Very painfully, of course; but he'd take that over drowning.
It burned terribly, maddeningly, and his muscles tensed and jerked without him having any say over it. To admit the excitement the sensation stirred in him would have been mortifying, once, many years ago; but everybody had gotten their turn at it, and he could read in their faces the truth of the matter, and while a hilarious sense of decor still dictated nobody mention a word of it he knew his pleasured reaction was not an exception, but the rule.
Just enough time to get a gasp of air, and water was again washing over his face.
The voice came garbled near his head, strange and distorted by the liquid. The muffled sound couldn't hide the desperate snarling want within it, and the lack of air against his neck couldn't hide the intensity of those groans and pants.
One could have almost said it was nuzzling, what Ehlek was doing against his chin; one could have almost said there was something amorous about all of this.
One could have said his sharp teeth itching to bite his throat was a sign of love.
Clearly, one had never met the Barraki before.
He grasped the water dweller's wrist as tight as he could the very moment his lungs began burning from lack of air, hastily requesting to break through the surface before he passed out - which would have certainly caused the encounter to take on a disturbing necrophilic tone he wasn't particularly keen on allowing.
A clawed hand grasped the back of his neck as its twin did the same for his hip: just as the cold air met the creases in his armor again and his mouth opened wide to greedily take in as much of that sweet venom as he could, a lightning bolt lurched through him with a loud guttural shriek, tearing any last remnants of oxygen from his body as he let out a strangled sound nothing short of absolutely obscene.
He remained held up like that, by that trembling hand that so easily could have crushed his throat, dazed and stunned by the terrifyingly effective concoction brewed from electricity and coital bliss like a Gukko hit by a rock, for an amount of time that would have certainly put his life at risk.
But nothing struck to kill him.
He was laid down gently by that trembling limb on a thinner torso, face ever so slightly out of the water, just enough to be submerged, and allowed to slowly regain his breath. His entire body ached; warmth pooled inside him.
Claws sank into his flesh.
"The sea," Ehlek murmured, exhausted.
He gave a questioning grunt, still incapable of properly speaking beyond a hiss.
Ehlek rubbed his nose against the strong neck, submerged just enough so that he wouldn't need to leave any part of his face above the water; his fangs scraped against the exposed muscle, opening ever so slightly as though he were still looking to leave a mark, to tear him into submission, to taste his blood, the blood of a peer, the blood of a conqueror, the blood of a being perfect enough to deserve near total control over the known universe.
"I want the sea," he whispered; his gills gurgled lightly as he breathed deeply through them. "I want the seas, and everything within them... All mine... All mine..."
The claws digging deeper into his leg made his partner hiss in a pain close enough to ecstasy. An equally bloodthirsty hand reached to cup the water dweller's nape within it - pressing enough to pierce through what little flesh it could find to repay him with the same delectable anguish, making the other shudder and growl and hold onto the body in his arms tighter.
It might have been a surprise, that to convince a warlord into joining a revolution to seize power over everything they'd had to resort to a frankly astronomical dosage of such delightful torture; but then again, what else could sway a creature as anxious as him? And what else could make him lightheaded enough to request such a vast yet barren thing as his prize, one that barely amounted to anything to his allies in such an enormous playground only theirs for the taking...
"It can be arranged," he panted quietly, satisfied.
Ehlek gave a grumbling sound and nuzzled against him in a grotesque parody of affection.
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