Breeding kink | size difference | use of pet names | you get the picture
"You're awfully quiet back there."
He said, voice gravely with a mix of exhaustion and sarcasm as he strips himself of his blood stained clothes. It was rare the mansion was ever this quiet, even more so that it was quiet while you and him were there. Just the kind of luck you had, both a blessing and a curse for your poor body.
"Hm? What, i can't be quiet now?"
You say, keeping the same snarky tone that you've had the entire mission today, though it seemed a bit more timid now that the two of you were alone. A mix of excitement and nerves racing through you. You had the bright idea to push at his buttons all day while you, him, and Brian were on a mission. If he had it his way, you'd be fucked out on a tree somewhere, but seems the world is against him most times.
But were you really that scared? I mean, just look at the man in front of you. His broad shoulders, leading down to thick arms and sturdy hands made for rough grips. A back that was more than scratchable, and a delicious happy trail that you lingered on too long whenever he turned around. All of it wrapped up in a strong layer of muscle, softened by just enough pudge to stay cozy to the touch. If you had to describe the perfect person, it would be the man in front of you. The man that was currently staring down at you with a less than pleased expression.
"Oh no, you can talk as much as you'd like. Just find it funny you ain't got nothin' to say with that pretty little mouth now that its just us."
He said, stubbing out the cigarette hes been holding between his lips as he pulled on some clean boxers, his gaze sweeping over your tense body on the bed.
"You really pissed me off today, y'know that sugar?"
"And that would be my problem how?"
You chime, watching as a flash of something primal fills his eyes. He lazily stalks over, crawling his way up you as the space between your bodies is quickly pushed out. The heat from his body warming yours as the soft hair of his chest met the skin peaking out from your tank top.
"Oh, don't worry. You'll learn exactly why it's your problem."
He said, hovering over you, arms next to your head as his form took up all the space over you. Your hands came up, sliding along his warm skin yet they were quickly apprehended and pinned above you. He then shifted to his knees, gently straddling you.
"You think you get to run your mouth all damn day, then touch me like a saint? Arrogant, really."
He nearly growls out as you huff and squirm, pulling at his hold before he tightens his grip enough to make you squeak. He was serious, and shit if that didn't made the thobbing between your legs worse.
"Want to act like an annoying little mutt? Then I'll treat you like one."
He says as he leans down, pressing his lips against yours in a rough, demanding kiss. He explores your mouth until hes satisfied as he begins down your jaw and to your neck. You let out a soft sigh but he deems that too relaxed, making him sink his teeth down into the junction of your neck and shoulder. You whimper, body tensing up under him.
"Mm, you don't get to lay there all relaxed...not tonight."
He growls against your neck as his free hand worked to remove your top before reaching for the skimpy sleep shorts you had on, taking your panties with them. His fingers find your nipples, pebbling them as he listened to your gasps, the sounds making him strain against his boxers, the outline of him pressing against your belly.
"Fuck, you sound so pathetic, so beautiful."
His hand on your wrists tightened as he let his fingers trail down your bare body now, stopping just above where you wanted him the most. You groaned, arching up as if that would get him closer.
"What? What's wrong? You want somethin'?"
He asked tauntingly as you groaned in frustration. He merely chuckled, letting his hand linger just above where you needed it.
"C'mon, good dogs use their words."
"...please."
You mumble, barely audible as you look away. His hand slides back up, gripping your jaw as he turned your face back.
"I didn't quite hear you, sugar. Speak up."
He said, growling as he squeezed your face a bit tighter, earning a whimper from you.
"Please—god, please, Tim...I need it."
You finally choke out, desperation lining every word as he gives a lazy grin, kissing your lips before returning his hand down and sliding his fingers over your sensitive folds as your arch up against him.
"Yeah? You like that? Like how my fingers feel all up in you? Nasty little thing..."
He says, sliding his thick fingers in and out of you as low wet sounds fill the room obscenely. You begin you pant, hands pulling at his grip, desperate to hold him and mark up his back.
He continues to work you, placing kisses and nips against your skin until eventually pulling back all together. You whine, a disappointed pout on your face, yet its quickly wiped away as he takes your legs and folds them up by your head. He reaches for his cock, freeing it from his boxers as he gives himself a few good strokes.
"Oh, look at you, so excited for my cock?"
He said before lining up and sinking slowly into you, giving you time to adjust to the stretch.
"Hngh—Tim..."
You breath out, feeling him fill you completely as you can't help but clench around him rhythmically.
"I should've know...from how you were acting on the mission."
He hissed out, suddenly pulling back and snapping right back in, making you see stars as he set a brutal pace that made you feel all of him.
"Fuck...you wanted this, didn't you? All that talkn' and runnin' your mouth just to get here—shit..."
He groaned, his thrusts hitting spots you didn't even know existed as your body shook from each one.
"Wanted me to fold you up? Breed you like mutt? God, you're so fuckin' beautiful."
He leaned on you, using his weight as he folded you in half. Your eyes rolled back as your mouth hung open like some perfect pornographic painting. By now, moans didn't even escape you, only a small squeak everytime his hips snapped into you. Your wrists above your head as the bed creaked beneath the two of you.
"Feels good? C'mon, sugar—hngh—don't give out on me now. I wanna see your pretty face when you fall apart on me."
He kept his pace, his movements rough but his eyes full of tender love, enough that it might just spill out. Your hands finally found his back as your nails dug in, scratching up the skin as it earned a groan into a whimper from him.
"S-shit...don't stop, please..."
You muttered, gasping for breath as you felt that familiar heat coil up in your belly. Your eyes half closed as your body felt electric. Before you could get anything out, you tensed. Arching up off the bed while letting out a gutteral groan as you came around him. His hips picked up speed, stuttering against you as he chased his own high before burying deep.
Hot spurts of cum filled you, the sensation mind numbing as you both lay there limp. His cock still twitching in you as you both catch your breath.
"Fuck, you're so full."
He says, giving one last thrust for good measure as it makes both of you whine before he relaxes on top of you.
"God damn, sugar...you can just ask for this, y'know?"
"Yeah, but its more fun to piss you off."
You mused, utterly spent as you stared up at the ceiling. He shifts, finally pulling out with a slick sound that makes you wince.
"Gonna clean us up."
He says, giving you a quick kiss before padding off to the bathroom to grab a rag. Your body still tingling with the afterglow of the orgasm. A content smile on your face as you couldn't picture yourself anywhere else but here, with him.
Hey you freaks, I finally got this out. Sorry it took so long, life has been fucking me doggy style lately.
Hoping this lives up to any hype you guys had, if you have any suggestions of a fic you want or an idea, put in the comments or ask me directly! Always open to what you guys want to see
Grace suggesting they honor rockys crewmates once they return so they preform a traditional eridian service to honor their bravery. Rocky then asks grace how humans honor those who have passed, he explains as they sit on the shore together.
Rocky then explains to the other eridians what a casket is, having them make it to the best of their knowledge so they can lay grace to rest in it. Its a bit chunky, not quite accurate given they had no true reference to go off of, but grace wouldn't want it any other way.
Guess who watched phm, and guess whos making everyone else sad...this guy!!!
"Fuck...you wanted this, didnt you? All that talkn' and runnin' your mouth just to get here–shit..."
He groaned, his thrusts hitting spots you didnt even know existed as your body shook from each one.
"Wanted me to fold you up? Breed you like mutt? God, you're so fuckin' beautiful."
Your legs up by your head as he used his weight to keep you there, folded in half as your eyes rolled back and your mouth hung open. By now, moans didnt even escape you, only a small squeak everytime his hips snapped into you. Your wrists above your head as the bed creaked beneath the two of you.
"Feels good? C'mon, sugar–hngh–don't give out on me now...
Tim snippet from the upcoming fic, tell me, do we fw it chat? Yay or nay?
You ask, the pitter patter of the rain against the window filled the silence that followed your words. He looked away, ears turning pink as it was clear embarrassment crept up on him.
"Hey, easy...i didn't mean it like that. I was just...surprised is all."
You say, reaching for him as his bed creaked under the both of you.
"Its a s-stupid idea...never mind."
He said, curling into himself. He only got a few moments like that until your hands slid to his face, fingers gentle against the scarred skin.
"Don't be like that, I didn't say no, did I?"
"...you'll—tic—do it?"
You simply look down at him, smiling as you reach for the bottle of liquor you both had just started into. Something cheap, something nasty, something that will get both of you just the right amount of drunk.
You bring the bottle to your lips, taking a mouthful as you keep it in your cheeks. The taste bitter, snappy, angry almost as your other hand slid up to cup his jaw. His eyes stared up at you as you stood up on your knees, straddling him on the bed. His pupils blown wide as he opened his mouth without a fight. He watched as you leaned down, close enough to smell him as you spit the poorly flavored drink into his mouth.
He craned his head back, pushing closer to catch every drop in his mouth. He quickly swallowed without hesitation, tasting the burn mixed with your saliva as the flavor became something unique. Something that made his entire body fuzzy.
"Well? How was-mphm.."
Your words were cut off as he leaned forward, kissing you roughly. His tongue slipping between your lips, tasting the familiar drink. Your hand gripped the bottle, careful not to spill it as you threaded your fingers through his hair and tugged his head back. You caught your breath as he stared at you with a pitiful, desperate look.
"C-come on...please?"
He said, trying to sound authoritative, yet the whine that slipped into his tone said otherwise. His hands firm on your waist, pleading for your lips on his again.
"So needy..."
You mutter, sitting the bottle back on the nightstand before leaning down to kiss him. Your hands in his hair as you both makeout like animals. He leans, trying to roll you over onto your back, yet unfortunately, he ran out of bed. The two of you fall to the floor with a thud. Groans echo out before eventually, laughter follows.
"Real smooth."
"Shut up."
This came to me like Devine light.
Anyways, something small to hold yall over i SWEAR the fics are coming, the tim one is in the works! They're gonna be pretty long, spoiling you freaks.
You feel his muscles tense under your fingers as you trace the outline of scars on his abdomen, your legs straddled over him as his restless hands sit on your thighs. Your eyes on his moving skin, his on you.
"Dont tell me you're ticklish?"
You joke, making him let out a breathy chuckle as he watched your fingers now.
"No, I-I just like having you—tic—touch me. You feel r-real that way. Like you're actually here...not just smoke i-i-in my fingers."
He says in that soft tone that he only had with you. His heart thumping in his chest so hard he thought it might escape. Even now, after all this time, he still gets so flustered around you. He cant help it, you're just too perfect to him.
"I suppose it is true that smoke can't do this..."
You say, fingers sliding down his abdomen as they dip teasingly into his waistband. His breath hitches as his hips buck up under you out of instinct. You giggle as he groans, fingers digging into your thighs.
"Asshat."
"Don't act like you dont like it."
"I like it m-more than i—click click—should, and it's a-all your fault."
He says, hands sliding up your sides until he reaches your shoulders, pulling you down into a kiss. Kisses with him were the best. Sloppy, uncoordinated, passionate. He kissed you like he was trying to steal the very air from your lungs.
"Y' know, maybe we should...i dont know, work out more?"
He said, laid out in the bed with you draped over his side. Your hands resting on the warm expanse of his chest, soft curls under your fingers.
"Huh? Work out? Where did that come from?"
You asked, craning your neck up to look at him with confused brows.
"Like...just, shit, I dont know. Forget i asked."
"No, hey, tell me."
You say, reaching up and turning his face back to as you could feel the turmoil radiating off him.
"You dont ever...get...put off, by all of this, do ya?"
He asked, gesturing to his body as the words sounded strained on his tongue. It didnt take a genius to figure out this all stemmed from some sort of insecurity.
"Of your body?"
"Yea."
"God, no."
You say, letting your hand travel his skin as it comes down to the thicker happy trail, fingers toying with the hem of his pants.
"I like that you're a bit thicker, its honestly such a turn on."
"You're serious?"
"Deadly so."
He laid there, looking down at your hand as he took a breath, letting out a little rumble when he exhaled.
"You're warm, and big, and strong...you toss me around like im nothing and shit, gets me worked up thinking about it."
"You're disgusting, ya little freak."
He says, arm around you sliding lower, hoisting your leg up over him before letting his hand settle on your ass.
"Yea, but you like my little freaky ass."
"Do i? Last time I checked, I hate you."
"Mhm...lemme make it up then?"
You tease, letting your hand slide down into his boxers as he let's out a mix between a chuckle and a groan.
"Insufferable, I swear."
This is genuinely shit reading it back but its already written. Can you tell all I could think about was thick tim and his happy trail?
If someone wanted tho, I could write smut off the tail end of this so just lmk
He said, taking another drag from the cigarette between his fingers as he cocked his head to the side before letting the smoke curl out from his lips. He shouldn't be smoking inside, he knows that, but damn if you didnt make the idea so appealing. Having you smelling like his cheap cologne and cigarettes while you're curled up at his side? A dream come true, honestly.
"Oh, is it?"
"Yup, you wouldn't get it."
He said, reaching up with his free hand and ruffling your hair around. You huff, looking at him with that 'serious' gaze that always made him chuckle.
"What? Dont get all pouty on me now."
"...can you blow it into my mouth?"
"Huh?"
He asks, raising his eyebrows at your question. His ears catching the faintest hue of pink.
"Can you blow the smoke into my mouth."
You ask again, this time a bit more firm as you keep your eyes locked with his. You can see him think about it, weighing the pros and cons.
"Fine, but only since I know you wont stop bothering me about it."
He says before taking a deep, long drag of the cigarette. He then shifted, taking your jaw in his free hand before locking your lips together and blowing the smoke into your mouth as you inhale. Once you break apart, you blow out what little smoke was left as you follow it up with a cough. He laughs, taking another hit as he watched you with amusement.
"Told you they were bad for you."
He chimed, making you flick him as he only pulled you closer, his broad chest warm and inviting.
"Fine, if they're so bad, then why don't you start putting them out on me, hm?"
"Careful, we have shit to do tomorrow, wouldn't want to start something you can't finish then be limping around like a zombie."
He said with a grin as he rolled over, slipping an arm under you as he pulled you ontop of him with a satisfied hum.
"Oh, the horror..."
You say, dramatically throwing your arm over your head.
"You, are nothing but trouble. I despise you."
"Uh-huh, I love you too, tim."
This warm, chunky man has been on my mind lately, need him to choke me out
"Come on...it's oki, mmm, you can take it. Just a bit more, baby..."
A common sentence you'll hear from evan when hes face deep between your thighs, a mess on his mouth that's trickling down to his jaw. Speaking of his jaw, you think it gets tired? Thats cute. Somehow, he has disgustingly good jaw muscles, meaning he'll have you crying and gripping his hair like your life depends on it.
"Thats it, mm, god yes...just like that. You taste so good, just one more for me, yea?"
Absolute god at overstim without even realizing it, mainly due to his enthusiasm that carries over into the bedroom. Mix that with his insane stamina? Oh, you're there for 2 hours MINIMUM. Completely brain dead as he laps at you while rutting into the bed, his jeans soaked through from pre cum.
He couldn't explain where it came from or what triggered his brain to go crazy for it, but he LOVES to watch you try and touch yourself after he's completely ruined you for the last 30 minutes. The way you tremble when your fingers pass over your red, sensitive skin has him reeling enough to go at it again, this time feeling you around him.
He likes to mark you up like theres no tomorrow. Can't have hickies on your neck? No worries, your chest and thighs will be marked to hell and back. Sometimes you have to watch him as he'll get a bit too heavy mouthed and actually bite you enough to break skin (those damn canines) you'll have to tug at his hair as a reminder, which will prompt him to smile and kiss the tender skin as an apology
