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b1mbodoll · 8 months

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i dont know why hybrid breeders thought it was a perfect idea to put bunny!you in a cage with wolf!nicho (＞人＜;) he so obviously could break you to pieces but instead he likes to play with you! pulling on your ears and flicking your tail :( it's enough to make you whine everytime but he doesn't care !!!! and eventually when his heat comes, you can tell bcs hes twice as mean when teasing you, pushing you down and lifting your ass up so he could "play with you like normal" but the whole time his hybrid cock is running against your pussy TT n when you get really fussy it gets hard not to fill you all the way up completely (non con) ★★★ literally theres no way you're getting out of his hold! you can cry and try to push him away but hes 10x stronger than you and his heat makes him soooo hot all he can think abt is making your tummy swell up with his pups! (so unrealistic but i know you're into it but imagine him fucking his knot into you so deep it starts pooling out your mouth and your eyes are rolled back and u cant do anything but feel it completely)

love 🎀 anonie!

pairings: nicholas wang x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + inflation + knotting + breeding + blood + noncon + jealousy + a/b/o dynamics + drool + daddy kink + subspace + inflation

💌: i had to prio this bc its so dreamy like 😵‍💫 u included a lot of my fave kinks n tropes n im so thankful i love u so much for swndinf this my way idk how much i can add on bc its lrtrly perfect but i hope i do it justice !

the first time you and nicho r forced into the same cramped cage your heart was racing and ur tail was twitching so bad :( your reaction tugged at nicho’s heartstrings but the lust he felt was overpowering any bit of sympathy. he’s not a complete monster so he doesn’t take your virginity immediately. instead the wolfboy satiates his sick need to torment you by tugging at your loppy ears and mouthing at your cotton tail, strings of saliva coat the entire thing n pool at your asshole.

he doesn’t go any further yet, has to get you used to the “tame” stuff before he can fuck you raw. tries to hold back for as long as he can but the closer he gets to his rut, the less self control he has n it’s your fault he’s got his teeth planted on your shoulder as he slips his cockhead inside. “your pussy is so tiny, bunny,” he murmers, words slightly slurred from the drool escaping him, “gonna fuckin’ tear you apart.”

before he’s able to fill you up completely, nicho’s needed in the breeding room n your handler lets you out into the gated pasture, doing their best to keep you two in seperate enclosures from that moment on.

it’s been a week since your caging situation was sorted n the wolfboy is lucky if he catches a glimpse of you through a fence. words cant describe how furious nicholas is, snarling at the sight of bunny hybrid! euijoo cuddling up to you under a tree wishing he could scare the male into submitting to him n prove to you that he’s the prime mating choice.

it’s not long before your luck runs out and wolf! nicholas corners you after your caretakers have gone to bed. he’s so large and intimidating and his cold stare makes your legs shake with fear. the silence is deafening and he breaks it by asking to play, the question making your blood run cold because in his world, “playing” means letting him grope you n leave bloody lovebites across your chest. he doesn’t bother waiting for a reply because no matter how much you refuse he’s not gonna leave you alone. he needs to touch you.

nicho decides to go about toying with you differently this time. has to put you in your place n get it through your head that you nd your bunnycunt belong to him! snarls when he gets a whiff of euijoo’s scent, “present f’me, slut” he demands and the need to obey is so strong. has you opening your legs immediately, small hands spreading your hole open to expose your pussy. he groans at the sight and his mind becomes cloudy due to his impending rut, cant take the time to prep your cunt for his huge cock so he just opts to get it over with and makes you take his entire length in one go. “knew you’d feel good ‘round my cock,” his voice is thick, “gonna make you have my pups, bun.” more filthy words are directed to you n they have you keening, fucking yourself on his cock faster n faster.

it’s easy to slip into a submissive headspace, the feeling of his balls slapping your clit and knot beginning to inflate are overwhelmingly delicious leaving you no choice but to beg. “pleasepleaseplease cum, alpha! need your knot so bad i hafta make you a daddy!” nicholas fucking howls when his seed shoots directly into your womb and it makes your eyes cross. even after his knot reaches its full size he continues grinding his cock into you, cum getting pushed so deep inside it spills out of your open mouth n trickles down your chin. he’s too far gone and can’t stand the sight of his semen dripping out, cups your jaw with his hands n covers your mouth, makin you choke on the creamy fluid <3

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luck-of-the-drawings · 3 months

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my TWO FAVORITE THINGS IN THE WORLD, VAMPIRES N COWBOYS... deacon keller is SUCH a fun character, hes charming and funny but ALSO formidable and STRONG when he feels he needsta be. i hope him and arthur can get a chance to talk more and be better friends. l ike really good friend s. . like. like really good f. hangon i gotta go i think i hauve rabies.

#jrwi fanart #jrwi show #jrwi suckening #jrwi suckening spoilers #deacon keller #arthur bennett #OOUGUGHHAAOGUguguhh i feel so cringe whenever i ship two characters. like theyre not even REAL #why cant i be more 'hyperfixated' on getting bitched or something. CHRIST. anwyay i want em to hold hands or smth. yknow. freak stuff.#SO DEACON KELLER!! HE OVERHEARD ARTHUR TALKIN ABT THIS PLACE GETTING ATTACKED.. WE SAW HIM APPROACHING #AND THEN THE WHOLE FEAST PORTION OF THE PARTY HAPPENED N HE GOT STUCK #BUT HE KNEEEWW HE OVERHEARD ARTHUR SOMEHOW!! i just think thats neat. hes dedicated to protecting his people. hes respectable!!#GOD he doesnt even have that much screen time but i LOVE HIMMM n his silly lil shadow steed named Sunshine.. like cmon.... ugh.....#hes sweet n hes funny and he CAARES about the things hes in charge of on some levels. he certainly does his best to look after his own.#god idk what else to write here other than how much hes been on my MMMIND lately. the doctors are still running diagnostiscs #i just think hes so neat... also i think its funny that hes afraid o snakes. OH YKNOW lemme just talk abt my damn art. first o all this too #SSSOOO LONG. WEEKS EVEN.IVE BEEN WORKIN ON IT SINCE EP 5 WAS ON PATREON.it was sposed to be justa buncha doodles but then it Evolved #idk man...cowboys are just so cool...especially w VAMP POWERS..fastest shot in the west for a REASON BABY...n with the red smoke #n the glowing eyes..CMOn thats so cool i hadta get my visions into reality. the eyes were inspired by the music video for RATTLESNAKE (kglw #that where the IM THE SERPENT lines come from.lyrics from tha song.ooh yeah i love kglw so much...i also have other hidden messages here #i like to hide things...ALSO ALSO. I HAD SO MUCH TROUBLE W SO MUCH O THIS. the two bits with arthur n deacon biting eachother. AGONY #POSES ARE SO HHARRDDD SAME WITH THAT doodle o arthur slammin deacons head into the ground. WEEKS to get that pose RIGHT. I BLED SO MUCH #OHH AND GUNS???COWBOYHATS?? HIS GAY LIL JACKET? W THE DANGLIES?? AGOONYYY IT TOOK SO LONG TO PERFECT IT..especialy guns. OUUUHH #i also dont draw mustaches enough... which sucks bc im weak for a good mustache... BUT i think im doing pretty well on that.#it was hard but yknow what!! i think i did good! i rly like how this all turned out!! EXCEPT FOR THA FUCKIN RIBBON BOW THING I FORGOT TODRA #IN THE TOP RIGHT... THAT I JSUT NOTICED...its fine its fine i dont care that much. this is good enough to FEAST upon so im content n happy.#anyway i gotta leave ina few hours to start TRAINING for my NEW JOB!! CHEER FOR ME!! TRUCK IS A BLACKJACK DEALER NOW!! IEAAAHHH BABYYYY!!!!#thanku for reading my weird lil scrolls i bury beneath my posts. if u leave tags i WILL absorb them. and feel joy.

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ellawrites-if · 2 months

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SHARED DESIRES

This short (spicy-ish in a very vague, very gender-neutral (i hope) way) story was inspired by Newmann fanart I saw of Hermann and Newt sharing a dream of them kissing. The artist is @/dad-dumpster.

As always this is unedited and vaguely proofread, so any mistakes are my own. I’m pretty sure the tense changes like 8x but whatever.

Your lips crash against theirs, knocking the breath from their lungs.

That’s not unusual, although it’s usually because of your mere presence rather than your lips.

They kiss you back with a fierce hunger, with a need to wreck you, to consume you, to make you crave them as much as they crave you.

Your hands slide up their stomach and push, and they’re powerless to do anything but fall.

They hit their bed and you’re on them. Your teeth nipping at the skin of their neck and soothing the sting with your tongue. All they can do is pant and tip their head back for you. Their hands latch onto your hips and dig in. They’ll probably leave bruises, and that thought thrills them even more.

Your lips have reached their jaw, but it’s too much and not enough all at once, and they delight in your surprised yelp as they flip you onto your back.

They immediately latch onto your neck, paying you back with a love bite that you’ll struggle to cover up.

Your hands fumble with their trousers, pushing them down just enough to gain access to what you want. Your fingers explore and they moan, their voice echoing across the space.

You laugh, triumphantly, even as your pupils swallow the colour of your pretty eyes. It drives them crazy to see how affected you are by them.

They decide to return the favour, pulling your hands away from them, so they can tug your own trousers down and lay between your thighs. The only thought in their head is that they’d die here quite happily.

Their mouth descends onto you, and your hips jerk as your snarky words are cut off by a choked out moan. A bit of information to file away for later.

They want to make you feel good. Want to taste your desire on their tongue. Want to be the one you pleasure yourself to thoughts of. Want to be the only one you turn to when the need gets too much.

They’ll ingrain themselves on your soul if they have to.

You scream, your thighs tightening around their head and your hands yanking at their hair.

They’re in heaven.

It’s the only explanation.

Ciaran jolts awake, their heart thundering in their chest and their breathes coming out in harsh pants.

They wipe the sweat from their brow.

A dream.

The only explanation that actually makes sense.

They take a few gulps of their water from the glass they had left on night stand, and attempt to do what they always do when it comes to you.

They shove their feelings down into an abyss and pray that they never come crawling out.

Once they calm down enough to get back to sleep, they place their water back on their night stand, and flop onto their mattress. They hit their pillow a few times and force their eyes to close.

Ciaran is a master of burying their head in the sand by now. This is no different.

At least, it isn’t until the next morning when they spot you and you can’t look them in the eyes.

Ciaran raises an eyebrow at your behaviour as they sit opposite you.

“What’s up with you?” They ask, curious. “You dream about me or something?”

They don’t know why they asked you that, but your reaction makes them freeze up.

Did they send you their dream through the connection between your minds? Did you send them yours?

Or…did you share the dream? Your subconscious coming together with theirs in a mess of both of your desires.

They shake the thought away.

Breakfast, surrounded by some of the sharpest minds in the world, was not the place to be thinking about such things.

“Idiot, just eat your breakfast and stop being weird.”

That snaps you out of it.

Good.

Your nonsense should hopefully be able to stop them from launching over the table and kissing you senseless in front of everyone.

#ro: ciaran #sinful whispers #this is my first (vague hand motions) spicy-ish story so it probably sucks but whatevs #what’s writing if not a fun lil learning curve #THE MIND LINK IS SO PERSONAL TO ME #ITS SO *BITES THE BARS OF MY CAGE*

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geraskierfanficprompts · 6 days

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Prompt 13

How was Jaskier supposed to know that the lovely woman he spent the night with had a husband? Let alone a husband in a big scary poacher gang? So Jaskier is hauling ass through the forest, only to get his leg caught in a beartrap. He faceplants (very daintily, prettily, and most certainly not with an embarrassing wail, thank you very much) and begins sobbing with the pain. Not to mention his cheap lute breaking into splinters. Great. Just great. What a LOVELY day he's having! A pure white werewolf with bright golden eyes suddenly prowls out of the bushes, growling at him, and Jaskier decides that today really is his worst day. No matter how majestic the beast is, this is cearly the end of Jaskier the bard. He sobs and begs to live, apologizing profusely, and the last thing he sees is the monstrous snout getting closer. Geralt, the werewolf, is stalking for food for his pack, only to come across one of those humans in their own traps. Except... This human isn't one of them. He's wearing brightly colored delicate clothing, and wasn't familiar with where their traps were. It's an innocent human. One that smells very nice, under all the stench of blood and fear. Wolf!Geralt creeps closer, and pries open the trap, intending on releasing the human back into the wild, but it just kind of stares at him in horror before passing out. Hm. Well, it appears it needs more care than he initially thought. So imagine the other witcher's surprise when he doesn't bring food back to the pack, but instead brings a human to patch up. The moon dips out of the sky, they all turn back into their witcher-human forms, and now they're all SCRAMBLING over what they're meant to do!? HOW DO YOU CARE FOR A HUMAN AGAIN??? FUCK- I DON'T KNOW! Geralt stop petting him, he doesn't like that, he's human, not a wolf! What do you mean he likes it? Oh shit- EVERYONE QUICK PET HIM! No wait- He doesn't like it any more- One at a time pet him! And uh- Fuck- What do normal people eat!?

♡!Optional addons!♡ • (ORIGINALLY A TAG) Is Aiden a werecat or also a werewolf? And if he is a werewolf (and/or a werecat I suppose), perhaps he's from a rival pack (against his will) and needs to be rescued by Lambert as a sideplot • Maybe the poachers find poor trapped Jaskier and Geralt has to fight them off first, or perhaps they come back later, intent on killing the White Wolf • Perhaps Geralt turns Jaskier into a werewolf (Either with his consent or without his consent ONLY if he has to do it to save his life, we don't fuck with forced bonds here, people)

#I just want to see a bunch of dumbass witcher werewolves care for their bard #Geraskier #And/or MonoPoly Witchersexual Jaskier #Please someone write any of my prompts i need something good after shane madej and ryan bergara broke my heart by becoming capitalists :(#fanfiction prompts #geralt x dandelion #geralt x jaskier #witcher fanfiction #the witcher #geralt loves his bard!#writing prompts #requited unrequited love #optional smut of course #the regular werewolf sex shenanigans #maybe a knot #maybe a lil scent marking #maybe a lil growling and biting #its up to you darling #werewolf #werewolves #WerewolfAU #Werewolf au #Werewolf Geralt #Is aiden a werecat? or a werewolf like the rest of them? Coen and Letho could also be there to fill up the pack some more #Aiden could be from a rival pack against his will that Lambert helps break him out of as a side plot #if we felt extra gay #lambert x aiden #a soft spot of mine

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entomolog-t · 6 months

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Bite Me - Chapter 10

What is this? Highschool musical?

June stress cleans, and Aedes stresses.

Pumped out another promptober prompt!! Glipse

Taglist: @smallsday @ratcatcher0325 @not-a-space-alien @bittykimmy13 @naive-bias

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Previous Chapter : Chapter 9

Next Chapter: Chapter 11

Word count: 2520

CW: Mentions of blood, Adult language, mild depictions of anxiety

As if a passenger in her own mind, June watches her actions playing out before her as her mind hums, buzzing with thoughts of the night- thoughts of Aedes. The shock of realization, the way he moved both too fast and too rigid. She remembers his voice, silky smooth and deep- how it cracked as he begged her to stop. She grimaces as she remembers the fear so clear on his face- and how deeply she desired it.

As her hands numbly move from task to task her thoughts seem to ebb and flow- at times, however briefly, placated by the monotony of cleaning. At first it was easy- she made her bed, picked up discarded clothing, and straightened the various contents of her desk. Yet, as her room became more and more tidy, she became desperate to find more tasks to occupy her mind.

She rearranged her plants, switching their positions from her desk to the shelves to the window sill.

Play with me, my human

She optimized the layout of her room, moving her laundry basket right beside her dresser to keep things thematically consistent- to find a logical flow. Or so she told herself. There had to be some reason- some excuse to think about anything other than him.

Indulge your delusion

His words seemed to echo in her mind and June found herself craving more stimulating tasks to busy herself- to quiet her mind. To quiet him.

So she continued on. The guitar should go near the desk, not the stand mirror. The rug looks better at the side of the bed, not the foot of it. Maybe the bed should face the other way?

June sighs.

This was getting ridiculous.

Looking at the space in front of her, her room was as meticulously kept as it had ever been. Immaculate by her standards, and yet the thoughts of him persisted. Her lips drew into a tight line. How could they not? Everything about the night was so far beyond her realm of normalcy she hadn’t even initially believed it herself.

Even now she found herself full of questions and doubts. The reality she was apparently living in felt inconsistent with the reality she’d always known. Why was he so small? How could vampires exist- what even constituted a vampire? Was he immortal? Or was he just some guy who drank blood? Two lines of thought thrashed against one another, competing for her attention. Logic, alight with curiosity, demanded answers, while the more empathetic part of her wanted a conclusion- needed an apology to be heard, a way to show him she was sorry.

Each question seemed to compete for her attention, growing louder and more desperate as she shoved them to the back of her mind while simultaneously shoving book after book back into her bookcase. Though she meandered about in silence her thoughts were loud. Unbelievably so- as if they were drowning out all actual sound. Her mind was loud- but she could be louder.

A song, gentle and familiar, starts to form on her tongue.

I fall to pieces

Each time I see you again

The notes felt smooth in a way it was hard to describe. Smooth in a way that seemed to soften the sharpness in her mind, as if the softness of the song could dull the edge of her emotions. The melody a soothing balm on her agitated mind.

I fall to pieces

How can I be just your friend?

The tangle of thoughts that constricted around her mind seemed to relax, coming undone as though the song pulled just the right thread to untangle the mass, pulling the thoughts further and further from her, as if sending them floating away on her melody.

You want me to act like we've never kissed

And yet, for as placating as it was… something felt off. June couldn't shake the thought that something was amiss- an unsettling undercurrent lingered just beneath the shallow tranquility of the song. A particular unease seemed to creep at the edges of her mind. Not a foreboding dread, but instead something lighter, almost like deja vu, as if it was something she should have known- The feeling of forgetting something but not being sure what; The feeling of pulling a loose thread only to unravel a crucial stitch…

You want me to forget

Pretend we've never met

As she sang she felt as thoughts, abstract and formless, seemed to shift in the back of her mind. As if the words of her song had breathed life into something dormant lurking in her subconscious. The words were familiar, yet not, taking on an enigmatic allure- as if they held secrets she ought to have known. With each lyric that escaped her lips, a subtle transformation occurred, as though the music itself was a conduit, channeling something she felt compelled piece together.

And I've tried and I've tried

But I haven't yet

Movement out of the corner of her eye catches June’s gaze

All at once, her heart stops and the gears that were futility catching finally seem to clunk into place. Aedes… he hadn’t left.

You walk by and I fall to pieces

I fall to pieces

The lyrics became a prophecy to unfold, as June falls to pieces. The words barely register in her mind, her lips numbly singing the words as her eyes stay locked on him for the longest second of her life. Something in her feels as though it crumbles. She’d sung the song countless times, and yet it was as if she’d never known it. The words seemed to resonate in more than just her chest. Her very being shaking under the resonance, it was as if she’d unlocked a new understanding- a whole new song. The words hadn’t changed, neither did the notes. It was something in her.

June looks away, feigning that she was looking at something just near enough, but not him. Heart beating wildly in her chest she desperately fought to keep her face as neutral as possible. How could she bring herself to look at him after all that she'd done…

He… he was still here…

He hadn’t left…

June felt a lightness in her chest. Like a flower pushing up through the concrete, a small fragment of hope seemed to bloom from within her.

Should she-

No. She dismissed the idea before it could fully form. She’d done enough damage.

But maybe she could make it right if she just-

June chews her lip.

Just what was she supposed to do? Just waltz up and say ‘Hey I’m really sorry for scaring you- it's just that you being terrified really turned me on and I kinda thought you were into it’ ??

Embarrassment hot on her face, June flops to her bed, wishing she could just scream into her pillow, but the awareness that she had company forced her to keep some sort of decorum. Instead she reaches for her nightstand, pulling out the relic that was her childhood mp3 player.

God, she wanted to make this right.

He hadn’t left yet… maybe she still could.

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Aedes' heart seems to jump in his chest as for the briefest of moments he is once again trapped in her stare- captive in her overwhelming gaze.

Or… not?

She moves on, still singing that enchanting melody.

He releases a breath, his body all at once relaxing. She hadn’t seen him.

Slowly, he backs away. He’d been stupid. He’d nearly gotten himself caught, and for what? To watch some natural disaster of a woman sing? He sighed, making his way back to the far corner beneath the dresser.

He could have sworn they’d locked eyes…

A part of him, as terrified as he was, almost wished they had.

Her song finishes, fading off into a melodious hum as he hears her settle on her bed.

Something felt off-

No, not felt- sounded.

While his spike of bloodlust had abated for now, his ears could still pick up the faint sound of her heart beating in the distance.

It was fast.

Far too fast for someone laying down.

Fuck.

She had seen him hadn't she? But she hadn't said a thing- she hadn't even made a move in his direction…

Was she just waiting for her chance- wanting to catch him off guard?

He scowled. That didn't make sense. He was cornered. If she wanted to catch him she absolutely could.

The sound of her movement makes him jolt- nearly thwacking his head off the low cover of the dresser. He watches with his heart in his throat as she pads away from the bed and towards her closet, rummaging around in boxes she had moments ago neatly stacked away. His eyes follow her as she moves to sit at her desk- back to him.

He swallowed.

She wasn’t acting like it but he couldn’t shake the suspicion she had seen him. He frowned, not fond of staying in the spot where she had glimpsed him. He needed a better spot, and thankfully he had quite literally been delivered one. The freshly placed laundry bin perfectly covered the once bare space between the dresser and standing mirror. Carefully, Aedes made his way out from underneath the dresser, squeezing himself between the wicker laundry bin and the wall.

Nothing.

She continued to sit at her desk, idling fiddling with something.

Aedes frowns.

While entering the window and getting to the bed had been a quick and easy drop, the same couldn’t be said for the way back up. With no headboard to the bed Aedes found himself eyeing her desk as the only means to scale back up the window sill.

With her back still turned, Aedes darts from the laundry bin to the mirror- peaking back to see the human still occupied at her desk. She hummed softly to herself as she sat hunched over something, her scale and his relative angle completely obscuring whatever it was that had her focus.

Aedes sighed. Whatever it was that she was doing, he didn’t get the impression she’d be moving on anytime soon. He let him slump back against a large potted plant that sat decoratively beside the mirror. The cool ceramic felt nice against his skin. He felt his body once again start to relax, the sudden heaviness of exhaustion finally hitting him, as if he only now was bearing his full weight.

Once again, he was back to waiting.

Waiting for her to open the window.

Waiting for her to leave the room.

Waiting to get away.

The sun cast the room in a smothering warmth. Cozy, yet too much. Her hum droned on in the distance, with the occasional odd sound of her fiddling at her desk. Even in this relative calmness, the light of day was still so busy. Aedes found himself longing for the night- a cool breeze and fresh air. Peace and tranquility and freedom. He couldn’t wait to leave. To feel the crunch of dirt under his boots. The tall grass providing cover as he searched for something to feed on. A dark sky above him, stars bright and clear- the compelling song of a heart beat singing in his ears even more clear- Crystalline. A soft wordless melody filling him with vigor- resonating in his chest. The blood, sweet on his tongue, filling him with a hazy warmth. A cozy warmth. Enveloped in soft hands. Lips on his stomach. Her inaudible whispers hushed against his chest. What was she saying? He couldn’t hear her over the sound of her heart beating. Thunder in ears. So loud he could feel it- a vibration shaking him. The floor trembled beneath him

The… floor?

Aedes jolts awake.

His breath catching in his throat as her steps shake the floor. Fuck.

He scrambles to his feet, peaking around from the cover of the plant.

There she was, in all her magnitude, walking straight towards the dresser. His throat tightened as she knelt down.

No.

She had seen him.

Fuck.

Was she looking for him?

He held his breath, heart slamming against his chest as his body tensed, preparing to run the second she turned her attention his way.

Only- she didn’t.

She knelt for only a moment, and then moved on- standing up and exiting the room, a soft hum fading into the distance as she left. She hadn’t reached under the dresser, hadn’t even looked. Aedes felt as his brows knit together. She had left something. A small vaguely rectangular shape sat just beneath the dresser.

He swallowed. There was no denying it. She had seen him. She knew he was here.

So just what was she doing?

His eyes flicked from the strange rectangle back to the door. She had left. the air around him felt lighter. More crisp, as if the tension of her presence left some kind of haze. His relief however, was short lived, as he attention was brought back to the window- still closed.

Trapped.

She wasn’t even here and he was still trapped.

He drags his hands along the length of his face, frustration building. Think. There had to be something he could do in the meantime- someway he could move himself closer to escape.

His eyes flicked back to the rectangle- curiosity gnawing at his focus.

His eyes, adjusted to the daylight in the room, couldn’t quite make out what she’d left under the dresser with it obscured in the heavy contrast of shadow. The whole thing felt off, like a trick or some sort of trap, yet off in the distance he could still hear her, however faintly, humming to herself.

Aedes scowls, eyes narrowing as he tentatively moves back toward the dresser, ready to sprint away in a second notice should he hear her return.

Drawing closer, he makes out more details; black, soft edges, folds. Aedes’ frown deepens. The more he saw, the less sure he was of what exactly he was looking at.

Was it… fabric?

He nudges the folded fabric with his foot- nothing feeling amiss, though he wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking for.

Aedes pauses for a moment, considering if he should touch it- the weight of the action sitting heavy in his mind. She had left this for him clearly, in taking this he was essentially confirming that he was here…

But there was no harm in looking, right?

As he lifts it up, the fabric unfurls, and for a moment, Aedes isn’t quite sure what exactly he’s looking at. He would have thought it a blanket if it wasn’t for the strange way it hung from his hands- stitched together at seemingly random points. He turns the fabric this way and that, trying to figure out how it was supposed to be oriented. His eyes fall to something pinning two points of the fabric together - a silver stud.

Aedes blinks, some part of his mind seeming to recognize the shape.

His heart freezes in his chest as the familiarity dawns on him,recollection drawing his face into a deep scowl.

A cloak.

#OOOOH #ANGSTY CATNIP FOR ME #Lil cloak for a lil vampire #GOSH WHERE IS THE GT #I am the writer and I'm impatient with my own plot #chop chop lets get to the hand helds and fluffy fearplay #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t prompts #g/t writing #promptober #Juneoc #AedesOc #Bite Me #Entowrites

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the-cookie-of-doom · 2 months

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The alpha greets Kinn with Kim at his side, a possessive hand on the back of his neck forcing Kim to keep his head bowed. He gnashes his teeth against the radiating command of submit, submit, submit. He refuses to look at his brother, even when he hears Kinn’s sharp inhale.

Oh, Kim is certain he makes quite a shocking sight. His alpha has been kind enough to allow him pants for this meeting, a pair of filthy days-old sweats that still stink of his heat. The rest of his body is left bare. Every last mark on his body—the bruises sucked and beaten into his flesh, the scratches raked into his skin—is on display. And the crowning jewel—the still-healing bite in Kim’s neck, too high to even think of hiding it, barely scabbed over and flushed an angry red.

“Kim—”

The alpha digs his claws into Kim’s nape and he snarls, jerking in the unforgiving grip. He’s half-feral with fury and doesn’t care at all about the sticky warmth now dripping down his spine.

“Thank you for the gift,” the alpha says smoothly, dragging Kim into his side. He fights it, digging his own claws into his palms. He will not submit. “Not as docile as an omega should be, but it was a pleasure to break him in nonetheless.”

Kinn, forever wearing his heart on his sleeve, stands there struck dumb. Kim wants to yell at him, to demand he do something, say something, anything other than stand there, his silence an admission of his weakness. But Kim, trembling beneath the force of fury and fear and that fucking command, pulsing through their bond, can’t force the words to come.

“I believe we have business to discuss,” Kinn finally manages, a small relief, even if his voice is tight with barely restrained horror and hatred.

“Yes. Let’s find somewhere more comfortable. Come along, darling.”

As if Kim has a choice. He’s led by neck as the alpha turns on his heel and begins walking down the hall. Is it a deliberate choice to pass the room where Kim was forced to spend his heat, the thick, cloying scent of it still wafting out as they pass? It must be. Kim feels the charge in the air, Kinn’s hackles rising.

Kinn wants to kill him. The alpha that has taken what does not belong to him. He wants to protect his pack. Kim wants to tell him it’s too late for that. Years too late. Their father ensured a long time ago that there was nothing left to protect Kim from, no torment he’s been spared. Nothing he hasn’t learned to endure, just as he will continue to endure this.

Kim catches Kinn’s eyes only long enough to shake his head. Slowly, so that his brother will understand.

What’s done is done, he wills his brother to understand. Kim has already sacrificed himself to his brother’s cause. If Kinn ruins it all now in the name of hollow vengeance—it will have all been for nothing. The violation, the mutilation, a bite mark in his flesh that will scar into an unbreakable bond, forever tying him to this thing that is less than a man. Kim needs his sacrifice to be worth it.

This alpha will get what’s coming to him someday. Kim will make sure of it. But when that day comes, it will be his hand that delivers the killing blow. It’s the least of what he’s owed.

#cookie writes #just a lil thaaang #i love fics where Korn uses Kim as a femme fatale #Kinn would never allow it #would never ask for it #but in this fic #Kim knows he can sell himself once last time #to make Kinn's life easier #so he does #unfortunately he's not expecting the alpha he seduces to give him a mating bite #and it's going to fuck him uppp #then everyone tries to force him to bond with Chay to help override his other bond #which just makes Kim even angrier #he doesn't want to bond with anyone after what he's been through #he wants to be left alone for the rest of his life #but chay is sweet and unassuming #takes care of him so well without demanding anything in return #he's really hard for Kim to resist

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lorelune · 8 months

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jing yuan who hasn't had sex in centuries (since he and his complicated multi-species polycule break up) who is almost a born again virgin the first time you fuck. he's confident, has the muscle memory, but he moans so pretty when you suck and bite a bruise into his neck. he voice breaks when he cums, punched out and far more desperate than you thought the general could be

#lore writes #thirsts #he makes me feel a way #i like to think he is very measured concise so skillful in bed #but i like the idea of him being a lil rusty too... cumming so fast #biting too hard #he wants and he wants and he wants and it takes a round or two for him to remember how to rein himself in

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 7 months

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what if you wanted To Draw but your tablet said Swiper No Swiping

#sometimes it does this. this THING #where it stops registering my fingers and i cant fucking move anything #its like 'oh you wanted to draw? you wanted to draw a line?'#NO I WANTED TO ZOOM OUT AND MOVE OVER #and then it spits in my face and calls me pathetic. and i almost throw it at the wall <3 #fine. Fine! i was gonna doodle laughingstock & some Update Things but nooooooo #absolutely unprompted #biting people Biting! People!#there is nothing to bite. no one.#stfg im gonna get myself a fucking dog chew toy at this rate i need to sink my teeth into something #something that wont break my teeth. sigh #k... maybe ill write a lil somethin.... or at least do a clumsy Outline those are always fun...

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rainymoodlet · 11 months

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Kiss Me in Komorebi+ 🌸

[Episode Five] One Last Push!

Guess who got another First Kiss whim! 💋 Ezra has by far surprised me the most: Dan seems utterly enamored with him in the sweetest ways possible! Even though they seem on the surface like they’d be polar opposites, these two have an energy with each other that is just too irresistible not to watch!

[ Part 11/?? ] 🌹

@kawaiishitty

(ezra was sweaty bc he overheated outside bc i filmed these at 8am in-game ya NASTIES)

#ts4 #ts4 screenshots #ts4 gameplay #ts4 challenge #ts4 bachelor challenge #;kmik #sim: daniel #ezra ruiz by kawaiishitty #||#i was BITING MY KNUCKLES and SCREAMING while i was posing these!!!#when i tell you they have surprised me SO MUCH #daniel just adores talking to ezra and even though #he DOES. NOT. LIKE. MISCHIEF like when i tell you this man gets TENSE whenever anyone is like #bro whats that spot hardy har #he just never ever gets mad at ezra this man laughs like his whole life depended on jt #it*** too #its just been such a delight to write daniel and ezra together ok 🥹#when his lil first kiss whim popped up i about shit my pants #they give me such an easy breezy vibe #and daniel is already incredibly physical and ezra has always come off to me #as someone who is just like #personal space can and should be respected but if you’re my friend #pet my hair like a lap cat bc i’m fallin asleep on u mofo #and i just adore him 🥹 so fcking much #this scene is so goddamn SWEET i could EAT CONCRETE AHHHH #GOING SUPER SAIYAN WITH HOW SWEET THIS IS

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blamemma · 9 months

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Omg I love 2! “Why are you mad?” “I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”

Like, let's be real, this would be such a Max thing to say.

lil bit of angst (no real happy ending), vile vibes, mentions of cheating, mentions of irl wags, changed the prompt ever so slightly as well sorry xx

Daniel watches Max with a hawk-eye, tracks him as he paces back and forth, his fists clenching, un-clenching, clenching, un-clenching, palms spread wide, knuckles cracked, clenching once more.

He doesn't have much space to move in their hotel room, but Max covers every square inch in the time he takes thinking. Daniel watches as his mouth opens, always as if he's about to say something, all that leaves though is an angry 'mmph' or a swear word. Daniel wants to tell him that he looks like a goldfish; the constant 'o' of his mouth reminiscent of the pet fish he once had. He doesn't want to poke the bear though, doesn't want to make him more incessantly pissed off.

Max stops, crouches down, wrapping his arms, around his legs, hugging himself almost. The soft demeanour of his posture is starkly different to that of his face; pursed lips, furrowed eyebrow, scalding eyes. He says nothing, just stares at Daniel, through Daniel, and so Daniel pokes, breaks the deafening silence.

"Why are you mad?" Daniel asks, "It's what you wanted."

Max's arms unravel themselves from around his legs as he throws them outwards in anger and shock, but the quick movement forces him to lose his balance, tumbling backwards onto his arse. Daniel laughs and Max face scrunches up, scowling even more at Daniel.

"That is not what I wanted at all Daniel. You are not stupid enough to think I wanted you to do that, her, or I don't know maybe you are. You were stupid enough to kiss me in the fucking harbour."

"Max." Daniel tries, raising his voice slightly, overwhelmingly annoyed at how the blame is being put on him. "Max, you told me to go out and kiss someone and be photographed doing it. You don't get to tell me what's right and wrong in this fucking game you're playing. You told me to kiss someone, she was there, we were photographed. You should be fucking happy."

“I’m not mad, I just think you could have chosen someone better to kiss.” Max retorts from his place on the ground, the spare fabric of his shorts scrunched into his fists. He keeps unconsciously picking at the beard burn marks on his neck and Daniel wants to creep forward on his hands and knees, bat his hand away so he doesn't irritate them more.

"Oh alright, next time you tell me to kiss someone, I'll wait around for the pre-approved list." Daniel bites out instead. He stands up and starts pacing this time, searching for whatever reprieve it gave Max.

"If you had not been so dumb to have kissed me in public Daniel, then I would not have needed you to go out and kiss a woman so that public do not think you are gay."

"Or so Kelly doesn't think you're gay?" Daniel stops pacing instantly, feels bile form at the back of his throat. He knows they've crossed a line that they can't go back from. He could dig further down in hopes of finding gold, or beg for a ladder to get him out of this hole.

He digs.

"That's what it's all about really though Maxy," He watches intently as Max's face goes soft at the pet name, and then immediately sour again. "Can't have her finding out your dirty little secret can you. It's been harder to hide hasn't it, now I'm back on the team, back in the paddock. She'll start noticing you've disappeared after races. Start asking questions about where you are. Is that why she hasn't been to many races this season? Scared she'll see the truth."

Daniel's hurting the both of them now, but it's all he can do. His stomach turns every time he thinks about how drunk he had got, how he'd had to psyche himself up to kiss Heidi in the packed club, how he'd had to linger for longer than he'd liked hoping that someone had pictured it.

He wanted some sick satisfaction from it, wanted Max to know it was Heidi he had kissed, felt a small sense of pleasure when the picture had finally landed on numerous fan pages, hoped it was as painful as Max to see as it is for Daniel seeing him with Kelly.

"It didn't have to be her." Max whispers. He looks up at Daniel, all bright blue teary eyes, pouty lips, scarlet red cheeks. Daniel wants to kiss him; kiss him, kiss him and kiss him. Never kiss anyone else. Never want Max to kiss anyone else. For this to be enough.

Instead he sits down opposite him, curls his knees into his chest and wraps his arms around them.

"Yes it did Max. You know it did."

#dr #mv #maxiel #my writing #aight sorry #maybe hate this maybe love it #its like when u take the first bite of ur food and ur still a lil sceptical

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i-am-plotting · 2 years

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The Game of The Crown

#Snippet 6 - Possessive

CW: Charlotte is a child in this one, death mention.

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As soon as she entered her small greenhouse, Charlotte allowed her legs to fail and her knees soundly hit the floor, the thud came with a small pain, not that this little fall could as much as break the skin under the fabric of her clothes. Part of her wished it had truly hurt, part of her thought she deserved the pain.

She closed her eyes tightly, she couldn’t cry, crying wouldn’t help, in truth, it would make things worse, the area around her eyes would become reddened, showing her weakness to however was there to see, her voice would break and her mask would fall; she can’t allow any of that.

But she could do nothing about the deep helplessness inside of her, this growing certainty that no matter how hard she tries, she won’t ever be able to protect anyone. That thought was worryingly increasing in frequency, the thought that everyone would be better, safer and happier if she wasn’t alive. It’s hard not to think so when this is so clearly true, still... still she wants- she needs to live, and people need to die so she won't.

“Found you.” Kaine's nonchalant voice came from behind a wall of roses, making Charlotte flinch. “I already told you not to let your guard down, you are supposed to feel me approaching.”

She took a deep breath, she hadn’t cried at least, but who knows what will happen once she starts talking? “You were hiding your presence.” She tried, but she knew this was just a useless excuse.

“Then be sharper, also I can feel your presence way too well, hide it, control yourself Charlotte, or do you want to die?”

Charlotte shook her head, putting her breathing under control and hiding her presence as much as she could while still focusing on her surroundings.

She should look up to her brother’s face, she shouldn’t keep her head down, but she knew what she would see on his face; nothing. No a single emotion, a unbreakable mask that doesn’t allow her to as much as glimpse into his true feelings, much less guess what are his real thoughts.

“You are sad,” he commented, a hint of planned artificial curiosity in his voice, because the only emotions he shows are the ones he fabricates.

“Of course I am!” she snapped, but quickly controlled herself again. “But it shouldn’t be visible, I know, I’ll stop.”

“Are you like this because mother killed that maid?” Kaine said, not judging… maybe; Charlotte can’t ever know. “Were you close to her?”

“Do I need to be close to someone in order to not want them to die?” she asked, but not waiting for him to answer, the lack of ethics in that place was the last thing she wanted to listen to right then. “She barely made a mistake, she didn’t deserve to die for that!”

“It doesn’t matter what people deserve, it only matters what they have power to get,” Kaine said, the same trained motto that Charlotte was sick of hearing. “Do you want to protect them? The commoners I mean.”

“If I try, mother will just kill them.”

“Because you are not trying enough, better, you are not trying right,” Kaine said, “Charlotte, you know how you should treat commoners, don’t you?”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t want to.

“Charlotte!”

“...objects, I should treat them as objects. I know, okay, but I don’t want to simply use and dispose of people,” she snapped again, damn, she really should learn to keep her feelings inside. The maid would —maybe— be alive if she had properly hidden her worry back then.

“You are too slow, Charlotte,” Kaine said, “Think with me, will you? If you must treat them like objects, and you want to protect them, then protect your objects just as much.”

“... I don’t get you…”

“Of course you don’t,” he sighed, but even this sign of annoyance was thought about and planned. “Be possessive, Charlotte, if you protect them, if you treat them as people then they will become your weakness, people will hurt them to hurt you, or will hurt them just because. But…” Keine’s bright red eyes gleamed dangerously, “If you make them yours, if their life belongs to them the same way your clothes do, then you can have total control over them, you will be the only one they will need to fear, because no one else will touch what is yours.”

Charlotte thought about it for a second, “How are you sure… that they will leave my people alone this way, mother will–”

“–Be pleased. You know very well that power pleases mother the most, so show your power. Go overkill, go extremely overkill if someone as much as touch your things wrong, then, when someone hurts your people, you can go overkill in the punishment for it too.”

Charlotte thought about it, go ‘overkill’. Kaine is telling her to kill people, right? The only way to make things work is by blood, she needs to kill some people first then the next ones will be warned, everyone will be scared of her… including the very people she wants to protect.

“They will hate me.”

“You are being too greedy, Charlotte, you can’t be loved and protect them at the same time, so pick one–” he held her by the shoulders, making her glance at his eyes and freeze. “Do you want them to live or to love you?”

Charlotte remembered the life before the palace, before it all happened, she remembered the fire and the deaths. She can’t go through it again, she just can’t. “I want them to live as safely and comfortably as possible.”

“Great. Then make them yours, and make everyone fear the very thought of touching them,” Kaine said, and once again Charlotte couldn’t tell what he was feeling, there was nothing on his face. “We should start tomorrow, so we need to plan the scene and the pawns.”

Charlotte didn’t like to use people as pawns, but she had to, she had to kill a few to protect more, and she had to survive no matter what.

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#the game of the crown #the game of the crown snippet #snippet #lil bites of writing #oc charlotte #oc kaine #on writing #my writing

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lilac-hecox · 5 months

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apologizes if you've already written smth like this but I am absolutely in love with Ian's teeth(/especially those fangs 😵‍💫) and was wondering if you could write a bit of an Ianthony thing where he gets to put them to good use 👀

Ian/Anthony -Fangs

Ian’s teeth dig into the soft skin of Anthony’s neck.

“Fuck,” Anthony breathes. He’s mostly clothed, laying on his back in his own bed, Ian on top of him. Only his shirt is gone, and Ian’s still fully dressed, and really, all they have done is kiss and now Ian’s sucking and nipping at his neck, but even this little bit of action is enough to have Anthony rock hard. He should worry about Ian biting where his tattoos are, but he can’t be too concerned because Ian would never go too far -without asking- and would never hurt him – unless Anthony wanted him to- so he sinks into the feeling of Ian’s teeth pressing into his skin, making a fire scorch inside of Anthony.

Ian trails his mouth lower, grazing his teeth over Anthony’s collarbone, then traveling lower still, to his pecs and Ian bites hard on Anthony’s left pec, earning a hiss from the older man.

“You’re unusually aggressive,” Anthony says breathlessly.

Ian looks up, quirks an eyebrow and licks over his reddened lips, “Want me to stop?”

“Fuck no,” Anthony breathes.

Ian laughs, “When I saw you in that lace shirt today. God, it should have looked so stupid on you but it didn’t. It looked so fucking hot. You looked so fucking hot. It was so hard to focus. I wanted to bend you over the table right then and there.”

“Fuck,” Anthony moans, letting his hips rock upwards to meet Ian’s ass.

Ian bites him again, “Wanted to trail my tongue over your body through the lace and fucking devour you, Anthony.”

He licks over Anthony’s left nipple, then bites down, hard enough to make Anthony see stars and a surge of electric pleasure shoot straight to his dick. Anthony grabs Ian’s hips. Ian groans and grinds his ass down against Anthony’s hard on, smiling in this filthy way.

The way he smiles, the little tilt of his mouth shows off Ian’s cute little pointed canines, the ones that always look like fangs, the ones that leave perfect marks on Anthony’s tattooed skin. Then Ian moves to Anthony’s right pec, and he bites at Anthony’s skin, tugging with his teeth, sucking hard to absolutely leave a mark on Anthony’s chest, something deep and purple that will look right at home among the black mass of artistic chaos that decorates his skin.

If he could, Anthony would tattoo those marks, the bruises Ian’s mouth leaves behind, a permanent badge of honor he would be happy to carry, like a scar, like surviving something you once thought would kill you.

Ian sucks at Anthony’s right nipple too, watching it stiffen before he drags his teeth over it, making Anthony shiver, making his cock twitch in his pants.

“I need you,” Anthony says, squeezing at Ian’s hips, “Ian please.”

Ian hums and keeps sucking, swirling his tongue over Anthony’s nipple and repeating the process all over again. Anthony’s senses feel heightened to the extreme, he feels so hard, so on edge. God, how was Ian’s mouth and teeth working him up this much?

Ian scoots back so he’s straddling Anthony’s knees, and he easily undoes the button and zipper of Anthony’s pants, dipping a hand inside and freeing Anthony’s cock.

“Yesss,” Anthony groans.

“Ah, ah, don’t celebrate so fast,” Ian says, a mischievous twinkle to his eye that Anthony knows all too well, “I’m not going to touch your dick, you are, for me.”

“What?” Anthony asks, propping himself up on his elbows.

“I want to see you jerk off for me. I want you to make yourself come for me while I bruise your pretty body.”

“Holy shit, Ian.”

Ian leans in and presses a damp kiss to the tip of Anthony’s cock. Anthony moans and tries to thrust into Ian’s mouth, but then he’s pulling back and pulling away.

“Get yourself off for me, baby.”

Anthony curls a hand around the base of his dick, stroking himself from base to tip, circling around the head in the way that makes him shiver. He thumbs across his own slit the way Ian always does, as if it is some mimicry, something to make him feel like it is Ian touching him.

As Anthony strokes himself Ian rolls off Anthony’s body, kneeling next to him instead. He kisses Anthony’s taut stomach, drags his tongue over the lean muscle, traces the soft fuzz of Anthony’s happy trail that leads to his crotch.

Ian completely bypasses Anthony’s crotch where Anthony is stroking himself, working himself off with quick strokes. Instead, he goes lower to Anthony’s thighs and digs his teeth into Anthony’s tender and pale thigh.

“Shit,” Anthony grunts.

Ian hums and repeats the motion, biting in the same place, a fraction harder. Anthony fucks into his own fist and moans. He wants so badly to fast forward time, to see the bruises that will bloom across his skin like dark flowers, patterned by Ian’s mouth.

Anthony uses his free hand to sink into Ian’s hair and he tugs just a little, which only makes Ian bite down harder on his skin. Anthony’s cock twitches in his grip and he rolls his hips upwards to fuck his hand. There is pre-come slick on the head of his dick, and it slides over his curled fingers making everything that much slicker, that much more pleasurable.

“You love my teeth digging into your skin?” Ian asks, his breath both warm and cool over the dampness of his skin. Ian kisses where he has bitten, where Anthony’s skin is red and angry, soothing the patch of his skin. “You like me biting you until you bruise?”

Anthony speeds up, panting openly as he touches himself and focuses on all the points where he can feel that lingering pain from Ian’s bites across his body like a private map that only he and Ian can read.

He’s pathetically close, but being with Ian has made them both feel like teenagers again and Anthony finds himself able to get hard again and again over the course of a night each time they are together, like Ian ignites a fire in him and even if he comes now he’ll still be able to have fun by trading places with Ian, by pinning him to the mattress and teasing him with his mouth, his hands, his body until Ian is a whimpering mess under him.

The thought spurs him on and he groans, so on edge. Ian has moved to his other thigh, biting a twin bruise on the right side to match the left.

“I’m close,” Anthony warns.

Ian’s eyes meet Anthony’s even as he sucks hard, digs his teeth in, makes Anthony groan and whine embarrassingly loud. Ian’s warm eyes, his mouth full of Anthony’s skin, it does Anthony in. He tosses his head back and comes so hard over his own fingers, Ian biting him through it.

Anthony slumps against the bed, boneless, panting, his hand covered in his own come. Ian slides up next to him and catches Anthony’s wrist, draws Anthony’s hand to his mouth. Anthony watches with slitted eyes as Ian sucks each one of Anthony’s fingers into his mouth, his tongue dancing around his sticky skin, collecting his come. He feels the graze of Ian’s teeth even on his fingertips and Anthony shivers.

“I can’t wait to hold you down and finger you until you fucking cry,” Anthony says.

Ian moans around Anthony’s fingers and releases them, licking his lips.

“Fuck, yes, lets do that. Finger me until you get hard again and then you can fuck me.”

Anthony smirks and pulls Ian in by the collar of his shirt to kiss him.

“On your belly,” Anthony says.

Ian nods and scrambles to follow his orders as Anthony laughs.

#ianthony #smoshships #polysmosh #biting #spicy fic #my writing #my fic #my fics #ian is all of us when the lace shirt pics dropped #lace shirt!anthony #prompts #ian's lil fangs #ian's day #Ian's day 2023

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skzoologist · 6 months

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It was a bit(e) of a mistake

word count: ~1.3k

genre: crack

warnings: none

summary: Filming their Halloween special was always a hazard for Bae, now more than ever.

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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This day of the year came again, something that Bae both looked forward to and dreaded at the same time.

Why?

Because his band members were notorious for teasing him more than usual, forcing the poor makeup artists to hurry and try to cover up his heated up skin, before the situation got so bad it would become straight up impossible. The poor staff members were all familiar with it, learning to enjoy it more than anything, if their amused smiles and laughter were anything to go by. And through it all, Bae couldn’t do anything, his only choice was to silently accept it and try to shoot their Halloween special video for their beloved fans, hoping that his cheeks only looked like they had too much blush applied to.

He tried in the past, but it didn’t work. All it got him was a firm place in SKZ meme compilations, something that wasn’t exactly his aim, to be quite honest.

“What do you think we’ll be dressed up as this year?” - Seungmin asked from beside him, breaking Bae out of his stupor. “Well, probably not something we already were in the past, so I’m curious too.” - Jeongin replied, sipping on some caffeinated drink he found in their break room. “I hope it’s vampires, that one was fun.” - Felix added in as he entered the room, plopping right next to their maknae and immediately clinging to him. “Oh my god, you’re right, we should be vampires again! The fans loved it, didn’t they, Bae hyung?” - Jisung excitedly said, wiggling his eyebrows at the mentioned male.

Bae, of course, silently shook his head in denial, even though his mind instantly relayed to him the clips of all the videos STAY made, some cool, some… on the more questionable side. His skin already started darkening, something his very ‘kind’ friends pointed out to him gleefully.

“I agree with Jisung, the stylists did a really great job.” - it was Minho this time, a devious grin already forming on his lips. “Of course you do, you couldn’t keep your hands away from him in those black leather pants.” - that expression of Chan’s was frighteningly starting to look like the one Minho had, making Bae do a double-take. “Please, as if you were any different.” - Hyunjin said as he rolled his eyes, his lanky form draped over Felix as he was watching the boy’s phone. “Says the pot to the kettle.” “Yah!”

In the blink of an eye a playfight broke out between the three, everyone else watching it, even though they were just as guilty as the participants. It was a miracle in itself that Changbin hadn’t joined in, opting to instead continue snacking in their limited breaktime. Jisung somehow managed to avoid it all, quietly standing back and enjoying the show while sipping on his own chosen beverage. Based on his dangerously rising energy levels, it had to have been coffee, adding to Bae’s increasingly worsening stress levels.

“Can we have ONE occasion where you guys aren’t flirting, teasing and just straight up grabbing at each other?” - Bae muttered out into his own hands that rested on his face, only the ones sitting next to him hearing it.

While he didn’t get a vocal answer, something he didn’t really hope to get -he wasn’t that naive-, Felix just sympathetically patted his back in a fruitless chase of comfort.

Soon they were whisked away, their stylists moulding them to the image in their heads, turning them into the idols their fans knew and loved. Bae always loved it, obediently sitting in the chair and letting the professionals work away on him, covering up any imperfections and painting on his skin. His long hair always got the same treatment, sometimes even having two people work on it at the same time. This time the dark strands were hanging free, some taken to be braided and clipped to stay in place.

He felt like a work of art himself.

“WOOHOOO, WE’RE VAMPIRES, YESSS!”

A very miserable work of art.

He truly couldn’t help the deep sigh that resonated from his chest, the notion not at all new to him. His red eyes followed the excited form of the others joyfully darting around the room they were soon to be filming in, somehow even Chan joining them, instead of trying to wrestle the others into his hold to calm them down. Bae dreaded fully stepping into the room, knowing fully well what was about to happen once he did so.

The stylists thankfully crafted a less daring outfit for him this time, granting him that classy, old time vampire look with a hint of that usual kpop industry shine. His skin was fully covered up, nothing to bashfully try and hide, yet his neck was delightfully peeking out, two little painted on red dots revealed in the right angle.

Of course, this didn’t stop the others from flustering him the moment they noticed him, latching onto his rigid form every chance they could get. No matter how hard Bae was trying to act unaffected, to dodge them and their hands, his mask was starting to crack. It didn’t help that Minho was using the short moments when Bae was distracted to do what he was the best at: hunting butts. Even his little discipline, Seungmin, joined in, causing Bae to have a smaller brain aneurysm.

He didn’t think it could ever get worse, until he felt a presence behind his back, sharp pain in his neck following it close behind. A strangled little shout left his lips, sounding more surprised than anything.

Bae didn’t know what to think, as he stood there, silent, just like the perpetrator, all the while the others were laughing so hard, he was becoming slightly concerned for their well-being. But soon his brain rebooted, his eyes darting to the side, discovering dark strands of hair and round cheeks.

A dangerous idea popped into his head, the taste of revenge too sweet to think of the consequences. Thus, he turned around, caging the mischievous little quokka in his hold and he bit, his two fake, elongated teeth sinking deeper than the others into his prey’s flesh.

A small sound took Bae’s attention away, his head urgently tearing away from Jisung’s neck and looking at him with wide eyes.

“Did you just fucking moan?!” - his voice was raised, something that didn’t happen a lot. “Hey man, I don’t kinkshame you.” - it was all the reply he got before his face shifted, his arms holding the man in his hold the furthest away from him he could.

Laughter bounced around the room, accompanied by thuds as some people fell down from the force of it. Some members were trying to form sentences, but failed as no word that left their mouths made sense. Even the staff members joined in, some desperately trying to hide their laughter, some entirely giving up on the impossible task.

“Holy s-shit, I, I have never seen, I-, Bae hyung look so disgusted, and, and h-he lives with Gymracha!” - it was Felix’s deep voice that succeeded first, riddled with laughter and wheezing, his lungs desperately trying to gather in air.

Seungmin and Jeongin were quick to agree, doubling over again, joined by the resident cat and weasel. All the while the mentioned members looked at the young aussie offended, but the memory of what just happened replayed in their minds once again and took their attention away, blessing them with another bout of laughter.

“I am giving you up for adoption, Jisung.” “Wh- wait, wait, Hyung, I’m sorry, please come back!”

As Jisung went out to chase after Bae, the others scraped themselves together, watching them with joy still swimming in their eyes.

“Now I wish I did it sooner.” “Me too Seungmin, me too.” - it was Felix who replied, but it was clear they were all thinking it.

“I guess I’m giving you all up for adoption then, bye.” “Wait, naur, Bae come back–”

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