#thirsting howl

[dippedanddripped]

Ralph Lauren celebrates its most iconic product, the Polo Shirt, with the release of a new coffee table book, “Ralph Lauren’s Polo Shirt,” published by Rizzoli International. The quintessential, ubiquitous piece of clothing has served as a canvas for the lifestyles and worlds that have inspired Ralph Lauren since 1972. The book launch is accompanied by a 360-degree marketing campaign that reflects on the incredible cultural impact that the Polo Shirt has had over the past five decades while introducing it to a new generation of consumers.

At the centerpiece of the campaign is the Rizzoli International-published book ($36.95), which is a fascinating look at the history of the enduring wardrobe classic. With beautiful photography, a foreword by American Filmmaker Ken Burns, an introduction by Ralph Lauren, and an afterword by David Lauren, the book shines the spotlight on the shirt as a cultural symbol. As stated within the first chapter, “The Polo shirt is to Ralph Lauren what Mickey Mouse is to Disney or the Empire State Building is to New York City.”

As Lauren states in the introduction, “I wanted the shirt to become part of the life of the person who wore it. I never knew that after fifty years it would become such a personal icon all over the world. What I do has always come from the way people live. It’s honest and from the heart and hopefully that is what touches the diversity of people who wear my Polo and all my clothes.”

The 544-page compendium celebrates and documents the iconic style and influential impact of the Polo Shirt, which has never been defined by the latest trend. A juxtaposition of modernity and heritage, tradition and individuality, refinement and ease, it always endures and continues to evolve in innovative and sustainable ways. As seen through historic imagery and told through the personal stories of celebrities, politicians and presidents, royals, world-class athletes, as well as everyday people, the book showcases various individuals who have made the Polo their own and inspired others to follow suit along the way. From the classic white to the weathered Polo, from the Earth Polo to the US Olympics, the US Open, and Wimbledon Championship collaborations, this unique volume celebrates the full spectrum of the Polo, making it a collector’s dream.

In line with the corporation’s sustainability goals and in connection with the launch of the book, there will be expanded offerings of the classic Polo Shirt, including a limited number of select vintage and collectible designs, (some are seen within the pages of the book), available for purchase in select stores and regions, as well as on the Polo app. Also introduced with this vintage offering will be The Upcycled Polo Shirt, selected from a limited-edition collection of Polo Shirts that have been hand-repaired by artisans from the Los Angeles-based circular design platform, Atelier & Repairs. Exciting new options will also be built into Ralph Lauren’s Create Your Own (CYO) Customization program.

The Company will open The Ralph Lauren Polo Shirt Shop Concept Stores in both Berlin (Opening May 18th) and Ginza (Open Now). The shops will celebrate more than 50 years of Ralph Lauren design through deeply engaging storytelling, exciting visual presentation, immersive technology, special programming and augmented reality virtual shopping experiences. The shop will be focused on selling this singular, iconic product and will showcase its most extensive breadth of Polo shirt offerings ever including a Custom CYO shop for men, women, and children for a limited time.

To further amplify the campaign and bring Ralph Lauren’s loyal customers into the fold, the Company invites everyone to join the conversation, and style their favorite shirt or share a fun memory across social platforms by using the hashtag #MyPoloShirtStory and tagging @PoloRalphLauren. Fans, friends, and followers will also be able to share their own personal stories and unlock an exclusive experience through an official Snapchat lens. Audiences will be able to explore a 3D version of Ralph Lauren’s Polo Shirt in their Snapchat app world view, with the ability to interact with stories from those who have worn it, loved it, and made it their own. The lens can be accessed via Ralph Lauren stores, social channels, and digital properties inclusive of the Ralph Lauren App, as well as OOH units in North America and Europe via a scannable Snapcode.

#Ralph Lauren’s Polo Shirt #lo life #thirsting howl #upcycled Polo Shirt Ralph lauren #Atelier & Repairs #fashion books #streetwear blogging

[jbsrainbowstrap]

Just taking a moment to appreciate JB’s arms

#julien baker #snarling and howling #thirsting

[niilue]

TUMBLR CRASHED WHILE I WAS WRITING THIS THIRST FDMWK😡😡😡

anyways, i was scrolling through my tumblr drafts and i found a sub!howl smut that I haven’t posted and decided to share it with you —

imagine sub!howl getting so excited (and horny), that a few of his feathers pop out. howl is really loud when this happens. the only times this ever happens is when you’re riding him, pulling his hair, and calling him a slut. (and he’d beg for you to call him a slut again.)

he lets out the most prettiest and pornographic moans and whimpers when you caress his feathers, he also shivers a bit too.

and lastly, to add onto howl’s feathers + hair pulling.. howl’s feathers are sensitive. when you pull on his feathers, he’ll enjoy it. when you yank on his feathers to make him look at you, he’ll enjoy it! he’ll also cry a bit, but in a good way.

- 🦇

ahahshbsnxhhahaha,!!!! omggg22!! 😮‍💨😫

that was me reading, thankssss for the amazing, delicious and scrumptious food 🤩🥵

the thing about howl being very sensitive when you pull his feathers!!! aghhhhhh i'm on the floor. hadn't thought of that but it definitely makes a lot of sense!

and yep, howl is such a cute little slut <333 he loves it too and isn't afraid to whine and cry loudly because of how good it feels when you do it to him.

#thirsts⎯✨ #🦇 #sub howl pendragon #sub howl #dom!reader #i love u so much #thanks for sharing this to me <3333

[candidapple]

all beastfolk are hard-wired to have a breeding kink and it just depends on how well they can ignore it. leona fucking hates kids so he's usually pretty good at avoiding his urges. ruggie knows how expensive babies are and that's like a cold shower. jack has a stable and happy family and as a result he's DYING to get married and start making an adorable lil' pack of cubs as soon as he falls for you. man's pullout game is nonexistent when he's in love, good luck reader!

cw knotting, breeding kink. minors dni 🔞

jack howl x afab!reader

my, why big eyes, ears, and teeth he has, right? but those aren't the only parts of him that aren't quite... human. jack's pullout game isn't just nonexistent; once he knots you, he couldn't pull out right away even if he wanted to.

(he really doesn't want to.)

jack's hesitant at first. you're not beastkin, you're human, and your body wasn't built to take a cock like his. not all of it, anyway, and he'd never forgive himself if he hurt you or tore you -- especially during sex, which is supposed to be a way of showing how much you two love each other.

and fuck, does he love you. he loves you so much he could stay like this forever, fucking you slow and steady but just hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs with each strong forward thrust of his sweat-slick hips. he's careful not to go all the way in, though. sometimes he even wraps a hand around his base to keep from slipping in those few extra inches and accidentally tying you down on his dick.

and at first, you don't really object. jack's already intimidatingly big in every respect, long and thick with a wide spongy head and an even broader base. the first time he fucked you, he ate you out for hours before he let his dick anywhere near you, making damn sure you were wet and loose enough to take him. but after a few instances of getting your brains lovingly fucked out, your curiosity begins to grow until it becomes a sense of hungry longing gnawing at the pit of your stomach. you feel his swollen knot bumping your tender entrance and start to wonder what it'd feel like if he put it inside you. wondering soon becomes a want and want becomes need.

the thing about jack, though, is that he's very bad at saying no to you -- doubly so when it's something he also wants but doesn't think he should have. so it doesn't take much in the way of begging and pleading and soft damp kisses pressed to his panting mouth to convince him to test your body's ability to take him. he growls under his breath, in frustration or surrender, and the next thing you know you're being flipped onto your front, a pillow stuffed under your belly to support your raised hips. and then he's pressing in and in and in, and you can feel it, you can feel his knot swelling inside you, stretching you so wide it feels like it's blocking off your throat so you can hardly breathe.

but you take it, somehow, because you're so good, aren't you? you're always so damn good for him, sweet thing. he mutters gruff praise in your ear and licks the sweat from your shoulder, nipping you with sharp teeth that only ever tickle you without breaking the skin. he's grinding that fat knot inside you as it catches and keeps you locked down on his dick, which is still thrusting shallowly through your tight sleeve of wet muscle, and you've already come two times now but somehow you are seizing up and coming again. you bite a pillow and cry into the cotton, feeling like your guts are being squeezed out to make room for jack's knot.

and when he finally comes, he keeps coming, thick, viscous warmth flooding your insides, more and more of it stuffing you full till it starts to drip back down your thighs to make a mess on jack's bed. he doesn't seem to mind, though, not at all. he just sets his teeth against your shoulder and growls so softly it sounds like a purr, pressing you flat against the mattress and sheltering you with the breadth of his body. yeah, you're so good for him, aren't you? taking his knot so well, letting him fuck you full of cum. he'd keep you like this forever if he could, stuck on his dick and just begging him for more. you shiver and press back against him and resign yourself (yeah, right, resign, like it's such a trial) to being there for a while.

you have to walk through savanaclaw's lounge to get to the mirror the next morning, jack at your side because he never lets you walk home alone. his hand is at the small of your back, ears perked, tail wagging gently. his happiness reflects yours, making you glow with content warmth. leona takes one look at how sickeningly twitterpated the two of you are and announces loudly that you smell like a wet dog in rut. ruggie just sighs and puts back his ears and thanks his lucky stars he's not responsible for washing jack's sheets, at least.

(are they a little bit jealous? probably. but they'll never tell.)

#jack howl x reader #twst x reader #!candid thirsts

[jdms-flat-ass]

LOOK AT THAT MAGNIFICENT HAIRY ASS CHEST 😫😫😫💦💦💦

#the walking dead negan #negan #jdm #jeffrey dean morgan #barking and howling #omfg hes such a daddy 😩🫶💦 #daddy’s hairy chest #S TIER THIRST 😮‍💨💦 #old man hottie #my posts

[adamstan]

I Wanna Be Your Dog

#the leigh whannell thirsting continues #david saw #leigh whannell #saw #saw 0.5 #adam faulkner stanheight #need this man to be my dog or whatever #YES I kept in moaning sounds and thunder for ambience #flashing #tw flashing #howl

[xo-cod]

i saw the spoiler of mw3 and im ☹ i won’t spoil anything dw! but :/

i don't really care for spoilers here lmfao, i'm not playing the game anyway so it's okay :) i just wanna see simon's face so bad 😭

but anyway, don't be sad babe <33 sending you the biggest, gentlest, sweetest hugs from the 141 and me 😙🤍

remember the cod games are made up and fanfic is real 🤭🫂‼️

#asks #yes i am a fake fan no i don't care #yes i only wanted to thirst over big burly thick masked men that could 100% break me what about it?? #i saw an image of simon WHY DID THEY MAKE HIM SO PRETTY 😭😭 #yelling crying howling yearning </3

[anxiouspineapple99]

Howl

In the darkness of night, the sound of padded paws pounded across the cold earth, running after the scent of prey. The heavy beat of the feet striking the ground, the claws sinking into the soil, splashing across a shallow stream and then leaping the main body of water to land on the other side smoothly were the only sounds nearby. The foot beats stopped suddenly, a scent on the wind capturing the attention of the wolf, arresting his flight as he halted to find the direction of the smell. His mighty head turned, his sharp glowing brown eyes reflecting the light of the silver moon. Two perfectly shaped black ears flicked, tracking and identifying any small sounds. The breeze carried the scent to him again… . Prey and hunger completely forgotten, he turned to follow the wind, homing in on the whiff of spicy flowered perfume on the air; it called to him like a siren.

He ran through more gullies and over two more hills, all senses on alert to narrow down his search. In the valley between the last hill and another, he stopped, padding to a halt and standing quietly. The scent was near; he felt the bearer would appear any second. Sure enough, a silhouette took shape, as a lean, blue eyed female trotted softly to the crest of the short rise.

Her body was streamlined for speed and strength, her triangular white tipped ears pricked to listen to the sounds of the forest. She stopped quite suddenly, her head turning side to side, trying to locate what she sensed was near. For a brief moment, she’d caught a whiff of something on the wind, and was puzzling it out. Her beautiful dark brown coat was smooth and yet fluffy, with a puffy full tail lying quietly behind her. There were gold and silver accents to her fur, and in the moonlight she almost glittered like a jewel. A small breeze stirred, bringing new smells from the small valley below to her sharp nose, and her gaze immediately fixed on the black shape sitting quietly below her.

The fetching female stared at the handsome black wolf, standing briefly, her paws dancing slightly beneath her, before she sat back down with a soft yip, her puffed tail settling beside her haunches. The male stood and walked to her slowly, carefully taking in her sight and smell as he made his way up the short hill to her. His head and ears lowered, tail raised to about half mast, he moved past her, taking her in as he moved in a circle about her. Her head followed him as he made his circuit, her bright blue eyes following him in the dark. The dark male carefully moved in closer to sniff at her haunches; the spicy floral scent was hers, after all. Having ascertained her identification, he approached her face on, sniffing at her full collar of soft fur, then sitting in front of her, curling his own tail to his side. The two gazed at each other in silence under the full October moon.

After what seemed like a long time, the female stood and turned to look back at the dark male, as if asking him to follow. He also stood, his eyes watching as she trotted off into the darkness of the woods, her poofed, white tipped tail raised high like a muted flag for him to chase. The black wolf trotted after her, watching her melt into the treeline; he could see her tail but he was following her rich scent; he would know that smell now anywhere.

Knowing he was following, the female glanced back once and then took off at a gallop, breezing into the darkness of the woods and weaving between trees. She’d heard a little huff of surprise behind her when she took off, but she could hear his heavy paw beats following, and knew he was still with her. She ran faster, outpacing him some, glorying at the feel of the wind whipping past her fur. She heard a little growl of annoyance behind, and knew he was working to keep up with her. Her pink tongue lolled out in a triumphant toothy grin, as she streaked through the dark forest, leading him to Maker knew where. He would follow though; there was something intoxicating about her that made him stick to her trail like a burr.

She came to a large stream, lit and sparkling like diamonds before them as it wound through the trees like a pale grey ribbon. The she-wolf sped up, bunched her muscles and leapt the stream in one bounding stride, landing lightly on the other side and continuing her sprint to the other stand of trees. The black male slowed, a little more hesitant about leaping the wide channel, but did his best to clear the water as gracefully as she had. He landed just shy of the shore with a resounding splash. He climbed out of the water a little shamefacedly, shaking out his fur quickly and hoping she hadn’t seen that. He heard a soft chuff from just inside the tree line and saw two luminescent blue eyes dancing with laughter gazing back at him. Ducking his head slightly in embarrassment, he gave a short bark of annoyance and took off like a shot to follow her. She whirled away, back to leading him on the mystery path.

She ran a bit longer, and over the trees the male wolf caught the soft smoky scent of a home, dim lights glowing in the distance. He wondered where she was leading him, whether they would be safe in the company of humans? He had no idea what to expect, but he instinctively knew he could trust the beautiful she wolf. He saw her gait slow to a trot and she turned her head back to him, waiting for him to catch up. When he got to her side, he gazed at the small log cabin sitting quietly in the small pasture, the light pouring from the windows inviting and warm. The two wolves sat side by side for a moment, merely watching the smoke rise from the stone chimney, their eyes reflecting back the light in little sparks and flashes. After minutes passed, the female glanced over at the black wolf, stood and walked to the cabin door.

The door was cracked open, not latched. She nosed it fully open so she could walk inside, her paws placed so softly she moved silently. Her nose pulled at the scents, finding nothing but the old aroma of humans, long gone. She heard a soft creak of the floor boards and knew that the male had followed her into the small house. Turning back she made eye contact, and whuffed softly to indicate they were all clear. The black wolf curled his body back to shove the door shut, and then padded over to her.

Closing in on her, he lightly ran his muzzle beside hers, passing down the lines of her body, stopping to sniff her cute butt carefully, then moving to come back. She wagged her tail and watched him as he took in her smell, a smile on her face as her tongue lolled out, knowing he found her enticing. The male carefully nuzzled at her, pressing his weight into her soft silky fur and licking at her face, her ears, as she closed her eyes and allowed his affection. He growled softly and pressed her to the floor with his weight, chuffing a little in a chuckle as she rolled to her side, her paws up and a happy grin on her face. He buried his snout in her neck fir, nudging at her and wagging his tail excitedly, finally lying down facing her, his black muzzle on the floor before her. His deep brown eyes bore an expression of soft love, and he crawled even closer to her, snugging his body next to her.

The two lay huddled next to each other, taking turns licking and sniffing at each other, the warm fire crackling in the hearth. After some time passed, their fur faded, their forms elongated and both wolves took on a human form, lying naked and snuggled together. The black furred male was now a handsome, tanned, black haired man, his rich brown eyes staring back into the blue eyes of the woman before him. Her face was surrounded by lush brown curls, the sparkles of gold and silver within the mane shining with the fire light, her long, lean body pulled closely to his own, warm and welcoming.

She smiled softy at the man, and murmured, “Hello you.”

He smiled back at her and answered in his low, rich baritone, “Hello.”

“Fancy meeting you in the woods, this crisp Halloween night.” She smirked at him, showing a single dimple. She felt his hand tentatively touch her hip, running up her side to her arm, then moving slowly back down to graze her thigh.

“What’s ’Halloween’, General?,” he murmured back to her, his smile one of ironic curiosity. She loved bringing up mysterious Earth colloquialisms, and they always had to ask for explanations.

“It’s the one night of the year when the veil between the living and dead is so thin, the dead can pass freely and walk among the living. And ghouls and monsters are free to roam,” she explained patiently, her own hand extending to run her fingers lightly up his muscled chest.

“I see…so you’re saying that’s why we were running around tonight, in wolf form?” His hand gently explored beneath her arm, brushing past her breast, the thumb tracing softly over the nipple, making it rise and stiffen at his touch.

“You tell me. Is this a dream, or is this real?,” she whispered, leaning forward ever so slightly to touch his lips with her own. He inhaled rather sharply at her soft contact, but kissed her back eagerly. He suddenly pulled his body as closely to hers as he could get, rolling her onto her back as he gently rested part of his weight across her, keeping one hand free for exploration and caresses. His hand traveled down her abdomen, to the shallow trough at the top of her groin, then further south as his fingers teased their way between her thighs.

“I’m not sure if this is a dream…give me a bit longer to decide,” he murmured in her ear, reaching forward to nibble at it lightly. She shuddered in response, her breath coming out in something of a giggle and squeak. Her response made her shift her position, her legs opening to brace herself against the tickle of his bite. He took full advantage, his fingers ghosting over her warm, wet center carefully, and he smiled to himself as she replied with a low moan of need. He carefully drifted the tips of his fingers through her moisture, then slowly inserted one finger inside of her, feeling her arch against him, welcoming his touch within her. Moving his thumb higher, he made gentle, assertive circles around her clit, feeling her body tremble with arousal.

Her head went back as she raised her chin, taking in a breath of air like a racer trying to recover. Her voice came out in a strangled growl as he slipped another finger inside, slowly but surely thrusting them, hooking them slightly to rub on the soft, spongy node that would send her over the edge. Primer couldn’t help but smile at her reaction to his touch, and he bent his head to kiss along her jaw, down her neck to her collarbone, his soft lips ghosting along the depression made beneath the bone. He loved the little noises she made when he gave her pleasure. He loved touching her, taking in her spicy floral scent as well as her light musk of arousal. Primer continued to circle her clit with just the right amount of pressure, feeling her sex engorging at his stimulation, readying itself for a climax. Drawing himself further down on her body, he gently pulled her nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly at the sensitive bud and feeling her hands move up the side of his face to drag her fingers through his black hair. He could feel her tremble as her orgasm drew closer, and he increased the pressure on her G spot with the pads of his fingers, tapping at it lightly then almost pulling at it, both watching and listening to her response for cues to success at his work.

“Come on Lara, come for me,” he said with a low, somewhat gravelly order. “I want to feel you come on my fingers.” His kisses traveled down her torso, over her abdomen, until he was nestled between her thighs, one hand on her lower abdomen, the other working to give her pleasure and bring her to the edge. He took a moment to admire the view, sighing in contentment at her silky folds. “You’re so beautiful, Lara. So wet for me, so ready for this. Let me kiss you and you can come on my face and my fingers.”

Lara made brief eye contact with him, nodding breathlessly, her head rocking back as he bent to kiss her, pulling her clit softly between his lips. She gasped as his tongue ever so gently rasped over the surface of her sensitive nub, and moaned as he sucked harder, his goatee tickling her skin lightly as he buried his face in her center. She felt him remove his fingers for a brief moment, as he ran his tongue lightly through her folds, tasting her excitement, moaning slightly at her exquisite flavor. Her back arched as he fucked her with his tongue, thrusting it deeply within her, lapping up her juice like it was the water of life.

“God, Primer, you’re absolutely sending me tonight!,” she groaned. He responded with a light chuckle against her clit, the vibrations suddenly causing her to spill over the cusp of her climax. He felt her body clench on his fingers, as she arched her back and cried out in ecstasy, the contractions of her walls squeezing and caressing him as her moisture increased.

Primer worked to catch it all, lapping at her gently, working to not overstimulate her. He sat up on one elbow, watching as Lara fought to catch her breath, her chest heaving softly. “Maker, you’re beautiful when you come,” he said watching her hungrily. He wiped at his face quickly, moving back up to kiss her, the tang of her arousal on his tongue.

Their kiss was soft but passionate, long and loving. Had an observer seen the pair, they’d have known instantly the two were deeply fond of each other, if not completely, wholly enamored. Lara’s hands traced down Primer’s sides, feeling the muscles ripple beneath the skin, feeling the definition of ribs beneath the surface, passing finally over his strong hips and grasping lightly at his tight glutes. One hand splayed open over an exquisitely shaped bun, the other reached beneath him to grasp his hard, erect shaft, sliding down its length to graze over the silky head. Primer gave a little grunt that elongated into a needful sigh, his hips pushing into her hand the tiniest fraction, indicating how badly he wanted her touch. She gave him a couple of slow, tantalizing pumps while they kissed, a small growl escaping her throat as Primer lightly bit her lower lip, pulling at it and letting it go with a small pop. Lara thumbed the moisture of his precum over the tip of his swollen shaft, feeling the slickness and knowing what he wanted to do without even asking.

Primer sat up on his knees, grabbing her hips softly and tugging her to a kneeling position on all fours. He smiled softly at the view before him of her muscled back, her tight little backside on display, her sex open for him. He ran a hand gently up the skin of her back, reveling in the silky texture as he brought it back to grasp her hips. Primer leaned over her, kissing up the terrain to the back of her neck, reaching up to brush her curls out of the way. His tip dragged through her warm wet folds and he felt her tense slightly, then lean into him, her need for him obvious. He reached back, grasping himself to guide his cock into her, slowly giving her the tip, then when he felt her relax, he pushed in, sheathing his cock in her depths. He felt Lara push back against him, welcoming him, lowering her upper torso to the floor like a stretching wolf.

Primer started to thrust, pulling himself back to near half removal, then heaving forward gently, savoring the feel of every centimeter of contact with her walls. He held her hips to himself firmly, his movement getting stronger and faster over time. The clone closed his eyes in satisfaction at the feel of her tight, warm sex as he rode her, the frenulum of his cock rubbing her in just the right spot even as his width stretched her deliciously. He heard her moan as she responded to him with her body, reaching her own hand back to stimulate herself, as his action started to send tremors through her. Primer was thrusting hard enough now that his balls were slapping against her hand and she removed it to let his own power bring her to a climax.

Primer’s voice growled lowly as he pounded her from behind. “Can you give me more than one, Lara? I want to face you, too. I want to come in you, take you like this, and then do it again, so I can see your face as I make you come again.”

“Anything for you, Primer. I want you however you want to take me,” she gasped back at him. “But you better hurry, because I’m about to fall to pieces on you.” Her voice came out in a rather choked sob, the way he filled her making her insides throb.

“Good, shatter on me then, come on my cock. I want to feel you.” He thrust into her somewhat more slowly, ending the action with a strong smack of his hips and balls on her thighs and clit. He felt Lara tense, her body suddenly clenching around him, enveloping his shaft in a tight embrace as she gave out a low growl that became something more of a roar. Her sounds sent him over the edge and he sucked in a breath of air, feeling the surge of his orgasm start in his balls, rushing forward to spill into her in hot pearlescent ropes. He gave her a few more tender thrusts as he laid himself over her back, his hands reaching forward to cup her breasts as he murmured to her, wanting a kiss. Lara turned her head back to him, meeting his lips with her own, her action tightening her body’s grip on his cock still inside of her. He moaned softly into her kiss, savoring the feel of her before pulling out.

Primer’s hands gently guided her to lay down, cuddling her to him as he kissed her mouth, her cheek, her jaw, down her neck. Maker, he could fuck her until he died. It was hard for him to put words to how he actually felt about her, how completely she dominated his world. He’d served by her side for years, followed her into the mud and blood and dirt, protected her, obeyed her, advised her, dreamed of her. The day she’d finally given in to their mutual need for each other, he’d felt he could never top the primal need for her body. But he’d been wrong. Chasing her through the woods on four legs, both tasting and smelling her scent, feeling her soft fur - if she’d given him half the chance he’d have taken her in wolf form. All the same, there was nothing about Lara that didn’t drive him mad with need and want. There was nothing he couldn’t imagine doing that wouldn’t end in the feeling of completion, of bonding with her at some molecular level that he couldn’t even wrap his mind around.

They both lay together, hands exploring lovingly, thumbs gently flicking at stiff nipples, feeling them snap back into place in response to their passing. They kissed each other like one or both of them was headed to the gallows, a desperate, almost frantic snogging that only drove them to higher levels of arousal. It didn’t take long for Primer to get hard again, and he rather assertively mounted her, guiding himself into her with an emphatic shove that buried himself into her slick pussy once more. He let out a long sigh and leaned down to rest his forehead against hers.

“I love you so much, Telperion Laurelin,” he whispered, his breath ghosting over her face. “You’re never just Lara to me. You’re so much more… you’re my whole soul, the fire that drives me. I’d follow you into hell and fight every devil that tried to touch you.”

Lara laughed softly, a little smile of humor on her face beneath him. Primer’s eyes flashed open and he pulled back slightly, looking at her with a touch of betrayal. “What, you don’t believe me?”

“I believe you, Primer. Completely,” she said with her soft drawling accent. “That was just so lyrical and…poetic. And appropo for Halloween. I bet we could wrangle up a few devils if you want to demonstrate…,” she said with a snicker.

“Here I am, professing my love for you, and you’re laughing at me!,” his voice deeply disgruntled.

Lara reached up to kiss him and he jerked back so she couldn’t catch his lips, his eyebrow arched in a snarky look. He shifted his weight and pulled out of her almost completely, stopping at her cry of surprise and dismay. She moved to grab him with her hands and he moved just as quickly to pin her arms by her side, smiling now with a naughty gleam in his eye. “Laugh at me will you?,” he said with a snarl.

“Dont be like that! Come on Primer you can’t promise me the prize and then snatch it away from me!,” her tone petulant and annoyed. He simply gazed back at her, pushing his cock back in only an inch at a time, teasing her with the thought of him filling her up but making her wait now. Her gaze softened and she stopped struggling, staring into his warm brown eyes. “I’m sorry. I love you, Primer. You’re the very fuel I live on. The fire to my coal, the steam to my power plant. Now I need you to pile drive my pistons and send this little rocket into orbit.” Her eyes sparkled with mirth, waiting to see his response.

After a moment of absorbing her utter nonsense, Primer shook his head, his shaggy top length of hair flopping slightly. He leaned down and kissed her for a long moment, delicately, then pulled away to stare in her eyes with his own narrowed. “On second thought, just be quiet and let me fuck you until there’s no room in your brain for silly garbage like that. I’m half surprised something like, ‘give me your bald headed yogurt slimer’ didn’t just come out of that pretty mouth,” he finished as she cackled with laughter.

“I’ll have to remember that one!,” she giggled. “Assault my pink palace, Sir Knight of the Summer Sausage.”

“Okay is that a big sausage or a little one? I’m trying to decide if I should be offended,” he asked, giving her a couple of thoughtful thrusts.

“Oh for you? Huge, of course,” she said with a little wink. “The compliments will get better the harder you give it to me.”

“Fair enough,” he said with a small growl. Primer started to take his assignment seriously, riding her hard, reaching for a place so deeply within her he hoped it rearranged her insides. He was cheered on by her moans and sighs, the way she arched her back, the pink flush that crept up her neck to her cheeks as he pleasured her body. Reaching back he pulled a leg over his shoulder and ran his hand down the back of her thigh, tracing along her backside to where they were joined. His fingers grazed over the feel of his slick cock thrusting into her wet sex, then trailed back to her other entrance, touching her softly, feeling her suddenly contract in surprise at his touch. “You like that?,” he asked her gruffly, the rough voice of the wolf peeking through.

Lara nodded her head jerkily, savoring the feel of his rough fingers over her opening. She arched as he pushed a finger in gently, advancing to the second knuckle, then burying it to his hand, thrusting it in and out even as he did. “Fuck, Primer!,” she cried out. She gasped as her body suddenly bucked, her orgasm rocketing through her unexpectedly, her hands grabbing, clawing at his back as she fought to meld their bodies into one. Her powerful climax caught him by surprise and sent him over the edge, slamming his cock into her as deeply as he could, feeling his own finish grip him powerfully by the balls as everything clenched, spilling himself inside of her with a cry.

He rocked her with a few more thrusts, relishing the warm, wet feel of her pussy still spasming lightly around his cock, pleased that he’d filled her up with his cum. He slowly pushed into her one more time, then bent down to kiss her once more, before collapsing by her side. She rolled to face him, letting him pull her closer to share their warmth. They laid staring into each other’s eyes, sharing each other’s breath, while Primer gently caressed her, nuzzling her like a wolf would its mate.

Lara sighed, accepting his touch, closing her eyes at the feeling of contentment at his care. “It’s the wee hours of the morning. We have one last thing to do before the veil closes.”

“What’s that,” he murmured.

Smiling, she sat up and rose to all fours, unconcerned about his juices leaking down her inner thighs. She looked into his eyes brightly, and he saw her change come over her, her soft, silky fur returning as she resumed her wolf form. Primer sat up and followed suit. The two padded to the door of the cabin, nudging it open with their noses, then broke into a lope into the dark woods. Primer followed her once again, her scent now fully mingled with his. She ran and ran, as if it was a joy to her, streaking through the underbrush like there were no barriers. Eventually she came to a promontory overlooking a glittering lake, slowing to a trot, then stopped to sit near the edge. The full moon of Halloween was lower in the sky, but still bright enough to illuminate the terrain below them. Her puffy tail tucked next to her haunches, her bright blue eyes turned to Primer’s rich brown set. Giving him a toothy wolf grin, Lara suddenly threw her head back and let out a beautiful, silvery howl.

Primer watched her for a moment, dropping to sit on his haunches next to her, listening to her mellow alto voice echo across the lake, rippling across the tree tops beyond. He heard an answering whinny from down below as a herd of horses challenged, the stallion letting the wolf know not to come near. Primer marveled at her beauty, even as a wolf she was so stunning she made his heart ache. Panting softly and chuffing, he suddenly raised his muzzle in the air and let out a howl with her, their voices mingling in the night air, their breath misting before them in the chilly darkness.

As the veil started to close on the night of All Hallows Eve, the ghosts, ghouls, goblins, and myriad of beasts and monsters moved back to their respective homes. The trick or treaters were long settled in their beds, dreaming ghostly dreams of skeletons, witches and werewolves. Lara and Primer sat side by side on the promontory listening to the cries and calls of the night, adding their voices to the chorus. When the barest hint of the new dawn licked at the sky, the two wolves turned and slipped into the woods, trotting happily into the receding darkness. The dawn would find their true forms huddled together on the thick, deeply piled rug before her couch, sleeping peacefully with Primer’s arms wrapped protectively around her. It would never matter what form the two lovers took, he would always be there to protect her, follow her on any adventure, or lay down his life for hers. The memory of their vocal harmony echoed in his mind, his eyes finally opening at the brightness of the day to the sound of a final, echoing howl.

“Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright.” - Curt Siodmak, The Wolf Man (1941)

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[ozymandiasdirge]

the funniest bit in one piece that's not even funny on purpose is when oda goes out of his way to emphasize over and over again that a woman who is about to appear is without a doubt the most beautiful woman in the world without equal and then they show her and she looks exactly like every other one piece woman

#one piece #i still remember when boa popped up and she was just robin #with no nasal bridge nose and a fivehead.......i howled #ah yes...hiyori...the most beautiful woman in the world.....definitely not just nami with blue hair..... #i would think this has to be on purpose but unfortunately bam eiichiro oda #before anyone annoying comes in. yes i know this is not an original thought but its very funny that this has happened three times #im ignoring when he did it AGAIN with shirahoshi because she is #fifteen years old :) prison for every freak thirsting after her in fishman island and yes im including sanji and brook

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I agree that rooks haircut is the main thing that ruins his appeal to a lot of people, and I say this because I didn't think much about him until that card where he's getting his hair dried (the same one you put in the last post) being able to see more of his face + his hair not being completely straight all the way around his head made him look 10x prettier to me.

[Referencing this post!]

WE NEED ROOK’S HAIR OUT OF HIS FACE FOR HIM TO REACH HIS FULL POWER 😩 HIS MAXIMUM POTENTIAL……………… ……. .. … .. . .. …… .. . …. .. . . This is the hill I will die on—

Or maybe if it were slightly adjusted it would be better received?? Like, if the bangs were less chunky looking and closer to something like how Howl’s (from Howl’s Moving Castle) hairstyle is.

I think a big part of the hair making Rook look weird is because it’s just not a style you commonly see on guys 🤔 That, and the way the bangs currently are, it obscures his eyebrows (which are a very important indicator of emotions/for “reading” others). Since we normally cannot see Rook’s eyebrows (ie he is harder to “read”) and are instead confronted with his strong personality, we tend to feel inherent distrust towards him.

#Rook Hunt #Rook Hunt thirst #Howl #Howl’s Moving Castle #notes from the writing raven

[jbsrainbowstrap]

View from your knees

#julien baker #snarling and howling #thirsting

[cravingsfromatwistedone]

ahh so let me tell you about the thirst that prevented me from studying for my finals today!—

just thinking about how Jack’s favorite thing to do is propping you up and eating you out. doesn’t matter where: on a bed, against the wall, that one time on the countertop. he’s normally such a sweet, shy guy, always asking for permission and making sure the place you rest against is comfortable. but if he’s feeling real pent up then you can expect to lean off a desk in an empty classroom, or the bleachers after his solo practice for nice quickie. Jack goes absolutely crazy, like he’s a starving man after weeks lost at sea. it’s wet and messy but he doesn’t care. just try not gripping his hair or ears. he’s pretty sensitive, and the minute you reach to grab his tongue and deep vibrato sends a deep shock through you from his growl. a switch might flip, and suddenly he’s pressing your thighs further apart and higher up towards your ears. he wants easy access to even the deepest parts of you, wants to carve his way like your body is just made for him. come undone just from his mouth, okay? he loves watching the way you go absolutely stupid from him. head rolled to the side, body radiating crazy heat, unfocused vision, panting like You’re the one in heat. he also loves tracing the marks he leaves behind. he may not like everything on display for all to see, but he truly gets off on the fact that only He can see and feel the scratches, bites, hickeys that litter your thighs. makes you and everything else feel real to him. honestly, Jack is a man on a mission, and wants to be the only man that makes you feel that good. even if he can’t look you in the eyes if you both get surrounded by your other friends. everybody knows though, so it’s no surprise when grim let’s out a loud screech after walking in the nurses office one day. seems he forgot Jack carried you off after you got hit with a stray disk during practice…? is this what they mean by hurt/comfort?

*chugs bottle of water* whew. i even condensed it but it still turned into this?

xo, napping anon.

I

I'M HONESTLY SPEECHLESS?????? LIKE WOWIE??? MY DARLING?? HAT'S OFF TO YOU?? I'LL JUST

I'LL JUST PROVIDE SOME LINES HE'D SAY THEN-

"Are you comfortable? You can put your leg on my shoulder if you'd like....God, you're so perfect.."

"Fuck, you taste so good...Keep cumming on my tongue, bunny"

"I said spread your legs wider....or do you want me to do it for you instead?"

#twisted wonderland #cravingsfromatwistedone #twisted talks from hana #answered #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #x reader #twisted wonderland n/sfw #jack howl n/sfw #jack howl x reader #jack howl #twst jack #twisted thirsts from darlings

[jdms-flat-ass]

i bet he smells good ong 😮‍💨

#jeffrey dean morgan #negan #jdm #jdmorgan #negan the walking dead #daddy af #barking and howling #omfg hes such a daddy 😩🫶💦 #daddiest dilf #S TIER THIRST 😮‍💨💦 #my posts

[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

Mmhmm It’s always “I can take or leave anal play,” “I don’t have much interest in anal toys,” or “I don’t have strong opinions on it/haven’t thought about it” until someone brings up tail plugs huh 👀

#SCREAMS AND HOWLS why must I participate in capitalism why can’t I just be a cute pet for an anime man #Kaoru or Aaravos feel like great contenders imo 🥵😮‍💨 #laur speaks! #osha keep scrolling #thirst chats #thirst hours

[candidapple]

Okay so like, to kinda piggyback off that bday cake idea.... the tweels show up with a gift for you. They're in matching shirts that are an absolute criminal onslaught to the eyeballs. Both shirts say GOOD THINGS across the front. They hand you a gift, insisting that you open it right there in front of them. It's an equally horrendously loud shirt with the words SMALL PACKAGES on it. Because, y'know, Good Things Come In Small Packages 😌

SDLKJDF it takes a moment for it to click for you, mostly because looking directly at these shirts is a bit like looking directly into the sun, but once the tumblers slide into place your first and strongest instinct is to find the nearest incinerator and dispose of this Accursed Thing before anyone you know sees it. maybe asking grim to burn it would be faster, but you really don't want to bring him into this.

the tweels, of course, have no intention of letting you get rid of that shirt by any means mundane or magical, and floyd is ready and willing (and i mean willing, like, just raring for an excuse) to forcibly cram you into it. i mean, he will pin you to the floor between his knees while he drags it over your head, and who knows what kind of ideas he'd get while he has you down there?

so it's probably in your best interest to compromise -- you'll wear the stupid, awful shirt but ONLY in private. in exchange, you'll allow them to follow through on the ""joke"" -- repeatedly. it's not as if that part's a chore, though you hate them just a little bit for insisting you keep the shirt on while they, uh, fill your package 😇

(you think you've won this round, but they will find a way to make you wear that shirt in public even if they have to threaten to roast and eat grim. really, you should know better by now.)

#sdflkj MORAY i'm howling #!candid replies #!candid thirsts

[pastafossa]

Improoved version of the sleepy matt

I AM BARKING LOOKING

DISRESPECTFULLY

You have put it ALL IN HERE and I am a fucking SUCKER for sleepy Matt, because you gave him his FLUFFY HAIR and FLUSHED and HALF CLOSED EYES, sleepy Matt is SOFT while also looking like a fucking BUFFET

AND YOU INCLUDED THE BUFFET

Boi thicker than a bowl of oatmeal

Little fuzzy arm hairs. 🥺 Do I want to pet his little fuzzy arms and fluffy hair here or climb up on that broad body and wreck him before morning waffles idk but EITHER WAY THIS WINS

#art rec #daredevil #matt murdock #not me howling at the moon #sleepy matt always invokes 50% thirst and 50% desires for cuddles #bark bark bark bark bark bark bark #GIVE HIM TO MEEEEEEEEE #fuck I love his sleepy eyes and hair here