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𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 & 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡
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elias fenrir’s mother was very religious , a devout catholic back in mexico. his sister attended mass with her , but she was never as devoted a believer as her mother , but she knew her brother would never step foot in a church again ( his father had tried to drown him during his baptism , but that’s a post for another day ). now , the religious imagery remains reminiscent of home and his mother , the woman she had been before norway. more so , it’s a reminder of his sister , which makes him both embrace and reject it all at once.
𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
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just a reminder that fenrir’s first language is spanish, more so the mexican dlalect than a venezuelan one because he spent more time there. personally , i haven’t spoken spanish since i was very young ( long story involving a ‘bilingual trailer’ that actually meant ‘stop speaking spanish in american schools’ trailer ) , but i hate to use google translate because i feel guilty and it doesn’t always translate , right , so i mostly just … have him use spanish as a weapon against others , most of which don’t speak fluent spanish anyway. for instance , he uses condescending nicknames and cuss words etc to confuse them. but he does speak it fluently , and that’s usually what he speaks with his pack specifically.
SENTENCE STARTERS | always accepting.
@sinnhelmingr said: “never good, just the bad and the ugly.”
❝ Keeps it interesting , no ? ❞
BUT WHAT WAS GOOD ? A question he could not ask , much less answer , though it brings with it a sense of unsettling. It isn’t as objective as many would like to believe , but he understands a need for comfort. Especially in a world that breeds things like HIM.
❝ What is ugly to you ? ❞
𝐀𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛: 𝘾𝙧í𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙨 𝙮 𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙘𝙖𝙧á𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙨 𝙤𝙟𝙤𝙨 𝘙𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵
BASTILLE “ VS. ” LYRIC STARTERS
FALL INTO YOUR ARMS
❝ you don’t listen to me anymore. ❞ ❝ your voice is a weapon, and we’ll do with it what we can. ❞ ❝ i’ll fall into your arms again. ❞
BITE DOWN
❝ you don’t have to look any further. ❞ ❝ i’ve been waiting here for you for a time. ❞ ❝ you’re missing what is right before your eyes. ❞ ❝ no one’s gonna stick the pieces together for you. ❞ ❝ you’ve got your claws buried deep. ❞ ❝ you better sink your teeth before i disappear. ❞ ❝ i’m trying to keep my composure. ❞ ❝ you’ve been looking me over. ❞ ❝ i’m tired of waving my arms in the back of the line. ❞ ❝ there are only so many times that i can come running. ❞ ❝ and there are only so many times that i can come running for you. ❞
BAD NEWS
❝ what do you say? ❞ ❝ air knocked out of my lungs, your cue to stay. ❞ ❝ yeah, that’s your cue to stay. ❞ ❝ don’t turn your back on me. ❞ ❝ don’t bury your head deep just cause you don’t know what to say. ❞ ❝ it’s true that it kicks you in the teeth when you are least expecting. ❞ ❝ oh it beats you black and blue before you see it coming. ❞ ❝ bad news like a sucker punch threw me away. ❞ ❝ people fill the streets like nothing has changed. ❞ ❝ they don’t look the same. ❞ ❝ maybe i just want some words of distraction. ❞ ❝ i feel like i’m being consumed. ❞ ❝ maybe i’m expecting the perfect reaction to pull me back. ❞
THE DRIVER
❝ shout out from the bottom of my lungs. ❞ ❝ this thing. it’s a family affair. ❞ ❝ it’s drawing out my weakness. ❞ ❝ there was a time when a moment like this wouldn’t ever cross my mind. ❞ ❝ the sun will rise with my name on your lips. ❞ ❝ ‘cause everything will change tonight. ❞ ❝ i want to be back on the ground where my feet touch my shadow. ❞ ❝ i want to dig my heels in the dirt, feel it break between all my toes. ❞ ❝ anything to stop floating ‘round. ❞ ❝ take breath and push the anger down. ❞ ❝ try to remember calmness. ❞ ❝ what’s the gravity upon your face? ❞ ❝ so i’m the one who’s bleeding. ❞ ❝ real men. always thinking with y/our fists. ❞ ❝ my turn to be the victim. ❞
AXE TO GRIND
❝ long lost opinions, all the words you can’t redeem. ❞ ❝ don’t come round here and be a slave to old ideas. ❞ ❝ scream hallelujah if it’s a thing that helps you breathe. ❞ ❝ your iron rule has often had me on my knees. ❞ ❝ you better sharpen up ‘cause all you have is your axe to grind round here. ❞ ❝ breaking the silence like i’m bursting at the seams. ❞ ❝ so many stifled thoughts and long forgotten dreams. ❞ ❝ i can almost taste reprieve. ❞ ❝ keep on talking to yourself. ❞ ❝ ‘cause no one needs to hear the words your read. ❞ ❝ 'cause you’re gonna have to swing that axe round here. ❞
TORN APART PT. I & II
❝ i could only be myself with you around. ❞ ❝ and now there’s nothing left for me to think about. ❞ ❝ and it hurts like hell. ❞ ❝ we were born to be together, torn apart. ❞ ❝ you stepped with a heavy tread and left your mark. ❞ ❝ oh, you left your mark on me. ❞ ❝ it hurts like hell to be torn apart, to be thrown around. ❞ ❝ my yin and yang is killin’ me. ❞ ❝ gotta get back, back to the synergy. ❞ ❝ don’t forget where i been. ❞ ❝ but you’re gonna remember. ❞ ❝ buddy i, i don’t mean to kill your vibe. ❞ ❝ but if you got it, you get it, and i’ve been gettin’ this shit for a long time. ❞ ❝ happiness only brings heartache. ❞ ❝ i’m so beyond naughty. ❞ ❝ and if you don’t like it then why do you want me? ❞ ❝ don’t front if i tickle the strings on your heart. ❞ ❝ you play second fiddle to my instrumental. ❞ ❝ your critical nature departs in the middle of all of my riddles. ❞ ❝ you’ve given up trying, and now you just tear me apart. ❞
WEAPON
❝ this is a vocal confession. ❞ ❝ right now your cause is at war. ❞ ❝ right now your voice is a weapon. ❞ ❝ watch all the storms on the rise. ❞ ❝ no more falling to pressure. ❞ ❝ no more failing acceptance. ❞ ❝ throw all your hells towards the heavens. ❞ ❝ we dance with the devils and make your halos the color of sinners’ portraits. ❞ ❝ and smothering it means everything’s lovely again. ❞ ❝ nothing’s quite as it seems. ❞ ❝ society’s altered, you see. ❞ ❝ kill all your fear in your sleep. ❞ ❝ cause everything’s formed in a dream. ❞ ❝ breathe in insanity’s grip. ❞ ❝ those are words from insanity’s lips. ❞ ❝ we’re falling from sanity’s cliff. ❞ ❝ you’re watching your vanity slip. ❞ ❝ run before the evil erupts. ❞ ❝ this is volcanic feverish lust. ❞ ❝ vengeance is me speaking up. ❞ ❝ this is me speaking up. ❞ ❝ choose your words and etch them on your soul. ❞ ❝ make them heard when crowds drown out your call. ❞ ❝ leave behind your questions, silent thoughts and mentions. ❞ ❝ a wake has to be left, so never falter down. ❞ ❝ so do with it what you can. ❞
REMAINS
❝ i came here for sanctuary. ❞ ❝ to be away from the winds and the sounds of the city. ❞ ❝ i came here to get some peace. ❞ ❝ yes, way down here where the shadows are heavy. ❞ ❝ i can’t help but think of you. ❞ ❝ in these four walls, my thoughts seem to wonder. ❞ ❝ to some distant century where everyone we know is six feet under. ❞ ❝ so when all of your friends are dead and just a memory, and we’re side by side? ❞ ❝ it’s always been just you and me for all to see. ❞ ❝ when our lives are over and all that remains are our skulls and bones, let’s take it to the grave. ❞ ❝ hold me in your arms. ❞ ❝ i’ll be buried here with you. ❞ ❝ i’ll hold in these hands all that remains. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to rest in peace. ❞ ❝ we can haunt each other’s dreams. ❞ ❝ we’ll fight underneath this surf, bicker away in the darkness. ❞ ❝ we’ll find our way to result away from the lands of the living. ❞ ❝ we’ll find a common ground and fall in love all over again. ❞ ❝ all of our friends are dead and just a memory. ❞ ❝ from dusk 'til dawn, the other’s screams grow silent ❞ ❝ i know i chased a memory. ❞ ❝ but you used to taste so sweet. ❞ ❝ as you faded away, i realized it’s all over. ❞ ❝ nothing stays the same. ❞
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Shades of Grey | Fenrir & Sybil.
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Sybil clutched her wand close, beneath the shield of her arms wrapped around her torso, but made no move to indicate she was afraid. In truth, she wasn’t, not really. But one must always possessive healthy skepticism when walking home at dusk, and strange men talking to her in dark alleyways was certainly not the way to get that done. Still, the witch cocked her head to the side, curious. Something about his voice was…different, tinged with a thing she cannot quite put a finger to.
He speaks of things she sees and the witch’s eyes widen, wanting to know what she does, and they glisten with tears, though always unshed. No wizard or witch ever believed her, let alone about this. Seers and oracles were ridiculed in her family line, Sybil herself most of all. For him to ask, to seek her out…it was either a cruel trick or a desperate hope, and the witch wanted to believe neither of those things.
Instead, she licked her lips and moved carefully forward, eyes resting on his face so she could look at him without the shadows. “I…what have you heard?” There is only so much she has spoken these days, only so much that has left the halls of school to follow her home. Sybil is very quiet about her gifts these days, not wanting the attention. Everything she saw was true yet no one ever listened. And then, well, and then they suffered for it. Still, her words are sure when she finally speaks them, quiet but strong. “They are true, whatever it is. I am always true.” Yet, the feeling that courses through her at the thought is not pride, but despair. She was always true. She was always cast aside.
He listens to the sound of her heart , snags onto it like a hook , and allows her to come to him. ❛ I’ll be completely honest with you. They weren’t good things. ❜ Leaning against the bricks lining the alley , shrugs his broad shoulders. She isn’t at all what he expected and yet , he is not at all perturbed. But in her eyes , he finds the makings of a good investment. ❛ But I know if you were to ask around about - those like me , you wouldn’t hear good things either , and so I like to make those determinations for myself. ❜
And it’s that steady thrum of her heart as she speaks again that puts him at relative ease. Either she’s telling the truth , or she believes she is , and either way , he can work with that. At the very least , it’s worth further investigation. But he won’t be too quick to let her in on that. ❛ Any idea then , why they would doubt you so mercilessly ? Did you offend someone ? ❜
Dominic , one of the first members of his pack and one of the oldest , had warned him of fishing expeditions like this. It could be a trick. It could be a trap. But for it to be either of those things , someone would have to know he is LOOKING. And if someone knows that , he needs to sniff them out anyway. Otherwise , there’s nothing to worry about , and despite her disposition , she doesn’t look all that easy to get one over on. ❛ The visions , do they come when you call ? Or are you at their mercy ? ❜
i should be done with finals today or tomorrow. and i have a week off before my next round of grad classes so. hopefully ill have time to write
BASTILLE’S ❝ WILD WORLD ❞ SENTENCE STARTERS
GOOD GRIEF
“it goes in one ear, out the other.”
“what’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it?”
“now stop worrying and get dressed.”
“every minute and every hour, i miss you.”
THE CURRENTS
“i can’t quite believe my ears.”
“you’re making me feel nervous.”
“do you even know what year it is?”
“won’t you stop firing up the crazies?”
AN ACT OF KINDNESS
“kindness is what you showed to me.”
“you left me wanting more.”
“you want nothing in return - i feel guilty.”
“my back’s up against the wall.”
WARMTH
“never good, just the bad and the ugly.”
“i can’t stop thinking about it.”
“tell me, did you see the news tonight?”
“now draw me close.”
GLORY
“there’s no looking up for heaven.”
“we made the best of what we had, you know?”
“and was it feeling real?”
“i’ll take my chances on the curb here with you.”
POWER
“did you really think i’d fall to my knees?”
“i will never understand the power you were holding over me.”
“hurt the ones you love the most easily.”
“if you’re gonna hit me, hit me harder, ‘cause you better knock me out the first time.”
TWO EVILS
“who’s this man, who’s this act i hide behind?”
“this is a game, no wrongs, no right.”
“it pays to be the nice guy sometimes.”
“we’re not that different, you and i.”
SEND THEM OFF!
“set me free from my jealousy.”
“watch over as i sleep, through my darkest of dreams.”
“hold me closer than anyone before.”
“i should be thinking about nothing else when i’m with you.”
LETHARGY
“run away as fast as you can go.”
“you told me not to be like anybody else.”
“you checked out years ago.”
“what i’d do not to worry like you.”
FOUR WALLS (THE BALLAD OF PERRY SMITH)
“i don’t know, oh, i don’t know.”
“what you have done is terrible, and now you carry it with you.”
“now we’re faced with two wrongs.”
“there’s no view from here.”
BLAME
“there’s no room for you here.”
“send my regards to hell.”
“i can feel your pulse from here.”
“don’t pin it all on me!”
FAKE IT
“i wanna waste all of my time with you.”
“my love, we can never go back.”
“let’s destroy each mistake that we made.”
“help me turn a blind eye.”
SNAKES
“show me distraction even for just one night.”
“it’s easier to bury my head in the sand sometimes.”
“i pray for the ground to swallow me whole.”
“oh, i’m not ready.”
WINTER OF OUR YOUTH
“i’ve got nostalgia running through me, and i don’t like it.”
“i’m pedaling backwards.”
“when we pick over the past, we glorify it.”
“i’ve drunk too much to give you what you want.”
WAY BEYOND
“do you wanna be free of this?”
“i’m gonna dust you off my shoulders.”
“real life’s more fucked up than fiction.”
“i just wanna feel something, like before.”
OIL ON WATER
“they lie together, oil on water.”
“her mind, it was reaching out.”
“it’s a catalogue of modern mistakes.”
“warm affection runs through every word.”
CAMPUS
“someone else’s words in your mouth.”
“oh, never leave me out.”
“it must be so lonely, knowing what you know.”
“heaven, help me.”
SHAME
“i can see a change in you.”
“i don’t like who i’m seeing lately.”
“maybe i’m living in the past.”
“who am i to judge? i’m the worst of all!”
THE ANCHOR
“you cut through all the noise.”
“i think of you all the time.”
“bring me some hope.”
“you’re the anchor that i tied to my brain.”
FINAL HOUR
“how many more times will we all bear witness?”
“how many more ways are there to say this?”
“it’s always you that is leading us astray.”
“can’t you feel the temperature rising?”
hopefully sometime this week, fen fen will get some screen time
nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno
i’m always tired of seeing the cringiest sentence starters for smut so i’m back at it again kids. feel free to adjust sentences or specify who does the action.
ACTIONS: 1. for one muse to give the other oral 2. to skinny dip with my muse 3. to shower with my muse 4. to take a hot bath with my muse 5. for sex in public 6. for sex in the car 7. to catch my muse naked 8. to undress my muse 9. for sparring to turn into sex 10. for an argument to turn into sex 11. for make up sex 12. for friends with benefits sex 13. to tie up my muse 14. to blindfold my muse 16. to make one muse watch the other masturbate 17. for a threesome (specify muses) 18. for one muse to wake the other by fingering them/giving a handjob 19. for one muse to deny the other orgasm 20. for angry sex 21. for break up sex 22. for sex after a near death experience 23. for after battle sex 24. for sex to get revenge on an ex 25. for one muse to give the other a lap dance or strip tease 26. to make my muse whimper 27. for one muse to take the other from behind 28. for sex against the wall 29. for sex on a table/counter/desk 30. for sex in a pool/hot tub 31. for one muse to choke the other 32. for rough sex 33. for our muses to try a new position 34. for our muses to try a new kink together 35. for one muse to use a toy on the other 36. for one muse to sit on the other’s face
WORDS: “touch me.” “kiss me here.” “you have to be quiet if you want to cum.” “say my name.” “oh fuck-” “i need you so bad.” “i’m so wet right now.” “i want you to touch yourself for me.” “let me hear you, baby.” “come for me.” “i want to hear you cum.” “harder.” “i need to feel you.” “i want you.” “you’re so hot.” “can i come yet?” “please, baby—” “i’m so close.” “i told you to be quiet.” “i told you to stay still.” “are you gonna be good for me?” “i promise i’ll be good.” “i’m not done with you yet.” “i’ve been waiting all day…” “you’re all i want.” “just kiss me, i can’t take this anymore.” “just shut up and fuck me.” “i’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.” “say please.” “i could’t stop thinking about you all day.” “your fingers feel so good.” “your mouth feels so good.” “i want your fingers inside me.” “i want it to hurt.” “more—” “i want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.” “make me forget.” “i just want to feel something.” “make me.” “be quiet.” “they’re gonna catch us—” “yes— right there.” “that feels so good.” “does that feel good?”
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stranger bedfellows | fenrir & bellatrix.
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The groan that falls from her mouth at first one finger then two pressing inside of her is loud in the otherwise quiet darkness, but she would be damned if she even cared. There was a whine building there, too, as he head fell backward on her neck, baring her throat again. The dark tone of his voice sends a shiver down her spine, something she aches to hear again because it’s bloody beautiful. Like looking at a train wreck.
Bella whines when he’s suddenly stepping away, taking the body heat, his fingers, and the heat that radiated away with him. It does not last long however and before she can react the witch finds herself pinned to her belly on the wooden surface. She laughs, breathy, and moans loud when he drags himself against her entrance, thrusting inside and filling her whole with a single thrust. The feeling of it is dizzying, her toes curling at the sensation, the pain and the pleasure of it, and her back his arched, already, hips grinding back, impatient, as he stops.
Her hair gets tossed over a shoulder as she glances back to look at him, heat and annoyance coloring her gaze. Bellatrix bares her teeth in a snarl, sweetened by the ruined sound of her voice. “Is it? Prove it to me then.”
❛ As you wish. ❜ It’s a careful positioning of hands — one pressed in the valley of her shoulderblades , the other hooked around her hip , the nail of his thumb biting into the soft flesh of her ass as he spreads her open further. He keeps her pinned there firmly , taking the challenge as it is , allowing her one last inhale before he plunges inside of her. Again and again. There is no gradual increase of speed , only immense force and unyielding haste , his hips drilling into hers mercilessly.
Grunts turn to raucous roars the harder he fucks her , hand leaving her hip in favor of tangling in her hair. He tugs , recklessly and ruthlessly , leaning back for better leverage , his thrusts brutal and unforgiving in every sense of the words. All of that adrenaline , all of that energy , focused now in his thrust , the table beneath them shaking violently as it scrapes the floor , threatening to crumble. Or go right through the wall that holds it in place.
It’s a frenzied thing anyway , rolling and thrusting , hammering and grinding , his control as out of control as everything else about him. But the sensations are well worth it , and he doubts this will be the last time tonight , much less for good. There will be other opportunities to show her all the tricks he has up his sleeve. For now , he does as she asks , handling her every bit like he would one of his own in heat.
❛ You - you take it so well , don’t you ? ❜
i’ll add this to my rules or somewhere more accessible when i get a moment , but it should be noted here that i’m pretty . . . cautious ? about werewolf au plots on this blog ? like your muse being a werewolf in fenrir’s pack. because for fenrir , it’s either he bit you and you’re in his pack or he bit you and knows nothing else about you ever. even with remus , he didn’t bite remus. he bit lyall’s son. and really , he bit the son of a ministry official who disrespected him. so it’s personal in the moment , but after it’s done , it’s done. like i guarantee he didn’t recognize remus when remus came to live around the pack , which is how he was able to in the first place.
secondarily , fenrir would never bite someone to recruit them for the wizarding war. he doesn’t care who wins so long as he doesn’t lose. he’s a mercenery , so he gathers wolves for the progression of his pack and not the death eaters. meaning he isn’t gonna invite someone in just because they might help the DE. he doesn’t care about them. him recruiting adults is rare as hell anyway because like he said, it’s easier to raise a child to hate than it is to change an adult’s entire philosophy. this isn’t a cult. it’s a lifestyle , and he fairs better with raising kids.
basically , if the whole plot is “fenrir bites my muse” , it probably won’t go anywhere. there needs to be a reason he would either keep them in the pack or remember them later. and it’s not like a muse needs to be a wolf to interact with him. he’s nicer to HIS wolves , but that’s about where his compassion ends lol. and coming after fenrir for revenge is just... not a solid plan that’s going to pan out well , so i’ll avoid those plots altogether unless there’s some way to rectify it without bloodshed.
Shades of Grey | Fenrir & Sybil.
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❛ I only know what I have heard. ❜ It’s a relatively open space. He sees no need for tacky intimidation tactics . . . at the moment. But the sun has fallen at the city’s back , and the alleys low lantern light creates obscure and overwhelming shadows along his large frame. He maintains his distance , wonders if she senses danger or simple curiosity. Or perhaps a healthy combination of both.
Word of seers and oracles get around. They always do , no matter where you go. Fenrir has always been tuned to such rumor , eager to debunk or confirm it. In times like this , any weapon is a useful weapon , any advantage a crucial advantage. He doesn’t quite know what he has here yet , but what he does know is that he is the only one who does. Because everyone else had deemed it , her , fraudulent.
Or so he’s heard.
❛ Though , in my experience , believing everything you hear is a very dangerous practice , so I decided I would come to the source. ❜ He wets his lips , leaning against the brick wall beside him. ❛ So you tell me. What is it you are capable of ? What is it that I should believe ? ❜
stranger bedfellows | fenrir & bellatrix.
thekingswench.
The heaviness of her breaths only quickens with each shred of fabric that comes torn off her frame, moaning openly into his mouth with each tear. The witch could feel the pinpricks of claws and it made her shiver, the feeling of the sharpness against her skin sending a thrill to her blood, something that she craved as openly as she wanted him. The hand that curled around him quickens its pace, quick fingers moving along silky skin.
Her head is tossed back at the feeling of his mouth on her breast, the sharpness of his teeth shooting fire straight to her center. Bellatrix whined at that feeling, pressing closer as she settles a foot into the small of his back, moaning louder and biting at his lip as his hand finds her folds, dragging his fingers down and holding her open, waiting. Fenrir’s hips push hard against her and she cannot help the way her thighs widen, the way her breath stutters coming from her lungs at the power behind it. Panting a bit as his teeth scraped along her throat, Bellatrix maneuvered him in her hand, shuffling until their hips were nearly flush, held poised at her entrance and nudging closer.
Tilting her head down to nose at the bone behind his ear, teeth hooking into it after a moment, the witch whispered her wants into his ear, a hint of a dark smile showing sharp, white teeth as she dragged her nails down his chest. “Fuck me like a bitch in heat.”
It isn’t at all uncanny , his impulsive aggression in the throes of lust , but she has every sense heightened to its apex , and it’s difficult to concentrate on any one sensation. The stroke of her hand , the heat of her breath , the taste of her skin on his tongue . . . It all cumulates at a rapid pace , his mouth watering and his heart thudding. He slips one finger inside of her. And then another. But he offers little more than that , waiting for the words that strike the match.
❛ Oh ? ❜ But the words inspire far more than he anticipates. She is speaking to his inclinations now , a dark grin flashing across his twisted features. ❛ That actually looks a little different than this , mija. ❜
He steps back abruptly and without warning , taking her arm and yanking her from the table. In the same fluid movement , he turns her around , his other hand gripping her shoulder and bending her forcefully over the wood she’d just been perched upon. It’s a good way to remind her , to remind them both , that it is his territory they stand on. And Fenrir has always had a particular way of doing things. And if she wanted to be fucked like a dog , who is he to deny her —and himself— his own specialty ?
He doesn’t wait this time , guiding his cock to her slick folds and dragging its swollen head along her slit. And then he’s inside of her with one sharp thrust , the hand on her shoulder tightening while the other grips her hip. And at the height of the movement , he pauses , lets her adjust. ❛ This is how you fuck a bitch in heat. ❜