I haven’t watched the movie and I probably never will but every god damn time I think about Teen Wolf I think about the fact that these beautiful people were RIGHT THERE and they didn’t do anything with them. NOTHING. Nada. I will never not be angry about this.
Okay now I need romantic development from that abo setting. Please, may I have some fluff? No smut needed if you don't feel like writing it, I just find myself in need of fluff in that setting with what I now know.
“romantic” development; Sylvanas and Jaina fuck each other’s brains out and accidentally make a heat bond that makes more confusion than anything else
but then they get real sad when the heat bond fades and decide that yknow maybe I wanna be bonded to you in a more permanent way
He gave a few languid thrusts until the girl’s body relaxed, Obedience resting her head upon the sheets, now streaked with tears of pleasure and sweat from the girl’s temples. When the girl finally relaxed enough that the thrusts came slick and easy, Mr. Graves pulled back, rubbing his cock over her cunt before thrusting inside. Obedience whimpered and moaned, her silky soft walls rippling as she trembled on the verge of coming. Then her father pulled out again, thrusting into her ass once more, his pace getting faster the more he switched between each hole, back and forth, turning the girl into a loose, soaked through mess, oil and slick trailing between her thighs as the girl chased her own orgasm.
When the man let two fingers sink into her cunt, rubbing at the thin wall of flesh between his cock and fingers, she couldn’t contain the desperate mewl that escaped her. “Feel that, babydoll? I can feel myself fucking your sweet, dripping ass.” Mr. Graves grunted as he pressed forward, stroking the girl’s cock with his free hand and feeling her tremble and tense as he came inside her, spurting hot fluid inside Obedience. When he pulled back he couldn’t help but groan at the loose holes, unable to close completely, the pink gape of the girl’s ass dripping with come as she whimpered and shook.
sinday meme. accepting. scoobert over here being the og and feeding my sin addiction ik it was under the... ‘public affairs’ category but...this came my mind sO UH OOPS SCOOBS ! ! !
a breathy laugh escapes the brunette as her hands rest on his shoulders, hips rolling ever so slowly against his as she sits on his lap. it’s been a while since she’s given such an intimate dance for someone, she doesn’t mind. it sparks something in her, something she can’t really describe. the words are nothing more than a growl in her ear, she can feel the sinister smile against her cheek before his lips go to her neck.
his fingers dig into her hips, leaving their usual marks as she continues to sway against him. “funny, didn’t think i was yours.” she whispers the words in his ear, tone dripping with interest & sarcasm before she bites his earlobe with a small chuckle. her hands move up, one resting on the etching of ‘sloth’ on his chest, the other goes to the back of his head, grasping locks of john’s hair before she gives them a tug to force his mouth away from her already bruised neck. she gives him a playful smirk, and hips still as she moves her attention to his neck. her teeth graze against his adam’s apple nails digging into his chest, just below the ‘sloth’ marking. if john’s going to mark her, she’s going to do the same to him. seems only fair.
one of his hands leave her hips and comes back down to spank her. a warning. he didn’t say stop. a moan escapes elizabeth as her chest presses against his. face flustered. of course john would do that----fucking control freak. john whispers in her ear, a threat to repeat the action if she’s disobedient. she has half a mind to neglect his threats---there’s excitement blooming in her, along with a warmth that’s slowly rising into a whiny want need. “you’re quite hands-on tonight aren’t you?” elizabeth teases him as she picks the lap dance back up again, she stops every now and again to wiggle against him. john’s hand comes up to grip her throat and his thumb reaches to force her mouth open as she lets out little moans, staring at him.
the way she stares at john, it’s like he’s all that matters right now, all that she adores and WANTS. clouds of lust float in those blue hues of hers as she sticks her tongue out at him, another breathy laugh escapes her before she pleas to him.
those pleas fall only onto his ears, pleas for him to take her, to fuck her, reassures his ego by boasting what he does to her, that he alone drives her this way---this touch-starved.
