#chewsxthings

[bloodxonxherxskin]

When he bites her, it isn't kind; neck gripped harshly between teeth as he shoves her over the arm of the couch so he ends up on top of her. There was no way he was going to let her up; hips moving suggestively against her as he growls around the skin.

The dog is bold, that's for sure. His hands rough on her as he forces her into a position he finds suitable. The teeth in her neck pull a gasp from her lips as she is forced over the couch's arm. Subtlety would not be listed on Kujo's 'special skills'. He is making it very clear what he wants. And very clear that he's not waiting for an invitation. Of course, the vampire could overpower him and send him crying with his tail between his legs. A century gave a girl a lot of time to learn how to use her strength. Her speed. And her opponents weight against them. But she placates the mutt with his assertion of dominance. Lets him have his moment. He can push and shove all he wants, but with a flick of her wrist, she could have him across the room and drained dry in a matter of moments. The growl echoes in her ear, as his primal movements pull something animalistic from her as well. A rumble in her chest. Something akin to a purr as her hips move against his. 

[nobodiesgovernor-archived]

Kujo rushes forward, anger and concern on his features as he grabs at Rick and starts to check him over for damage. "Hey! Are you -- did anything happen?" The canine is obsessive, nudging his nose against a bearded cheek and whining lowly.

The canine is very touchy against him and he has to push his body away for the space. "Kujo, m'alright." More then alright really; a good run was the start of a good day. "Ran into some trouble along the way but 's all good. Found some things on the run--and something for you.."

[chewsxthings-deactivated2014112]

Strange Bedfellows [Kujo & Whiskey]

"Don’t ruin this with your mouth, feline.” Kujo is terribly hard, already free of his boxers when he rocks against him. The hand in her skirt travels to slip a finger past panties and press into her, prodding in and out only enough to prepare her slightly before he’s suddenly using the arm he has hooked around her waist to get her even closer. Panties are moved aside enough for him to line himself up and rut against her with his cock — already dripping at the prospect of pinning her down and having her. She’d teased him enough. Waving her ass in the air and playing with the foil was ill timed, apparently.

Hips move, rubbing them together and teasing a bit before he actually slips inside and lets out a low, guttural sound. “M’surprised you’re so tight, whore.” The push of his hips is harsh before he pulls back and rocks again, taking her hair in his free hand and making sure she stays pinned to the floor as he suddenly picks up the pace.

[spoiledxkitten-archive-blog]

The mutt was growling some nonsense about ruining this. Didn't he know who she was? She couldn't ruin anything. He was strong. He was quick. Her hips teasing him as he prodded her. A soft purr building in the back of her throat as he rubbed against her. The cat meant nothing by her playing, but obviously it rubbed the guard dog just the right way. His strong arm holding her close as he lined himself up. She pushed back against his hips again, just inviting him even more. As he slid in, she echoed his growl. Her hips coming to meet his. 

His fingers grasped at her hair, a grip pressing her face against the carpet. The sting of the fibers against her skin only exciting her more. As he began to move against her, he growled an insult at her. Of all times to insult her. She didn't let it stop her from enjoying the moment. And of course, it gave her perfect opportunity to insult him right back. She let out a low sound as he quickened his pace. 

"If I keep getting fucked by tiny cocks like yours, I'll always be tight." 

[spoiledxkitten-archive-blog]

"What?!"

Send me a "What?!" for my character's reaction to yours sliding their hand in my character's pants.

The cat was preoccupied with a wad of tin foil that had rolled of the counter. Her fingers playing and batting at it while she enjoyed the sun pouring through the windows. The ball rolled away just out of her reach, so she got close to the ground and slunk over to it. As she prepped for the pounce, something threw her out of hunting mode. An arm snaked around her waist, pulling her hips away from the ground. A hard length pressed against her rear while a hand snuck underneath her skirt. The dominant gesture paired with a familiar scent told her it was the guard dog showing a sudden interest. His sights somehow shifted from his usual prospects and fell on her. Not that she was complaining. His growl formed in his throat as she moved her hips against his. 

"What? Does puppy wanna play?" 

[spoiledxkitten-archive-blog]

The cat hopped up onto the side of the shower, easily balancing on the ledge. She pulled an emory board out of her pocket and began filing her nails. Looking down her nose at the mutt in the shower, she scoffed. "For such a tough guy, you really do take long showers." 

[dura-veritas]

The package is thrust in her arms harshly; item wrapped in toilet paper and what looks like a petsmart shopping bag. "Here. It's yours."

"You wanna fuckin' tell me what I'm opening first?" She shoved the package back at him. "I'm not unwrapping dog shit or a dead squirrel, Mutt." 

[spoiledxkitten-archive-blog]

"Mine"

Send me “Mine” to see my character acting possessive about yours.

The cat enjoyed teasing the guard dog. Constantly passing by, fingers running under his chin as he tried to keep watch. But she saw his eyes wander when she walked by. Not over her body, but over to her creator. Sure, she knew it was only looking for approval from the man who owned them. But she felt a twinge of jealousy as the eyes left her. Her fingers found his chin, clamping down and forcing him to look at her. Her eyes held his for a long moment, no words spoken. The obedient one. The one that listened. Nothing like the other failure as they called him. Whiskey’s eyes wandered over his face, taking in the faded scars from the years they spent ‘training’ him. She’d love to leave a few of her own on that marred skin. A little reminder of who owned who. Her tongue ran along her lip as she smirked at him. Her hand fell away and she walked on without a single word. 

[dura-veritas]

This body had needs she couldn't ignore. Sometimes she had to take matters into her own hands. Laying on her bed, she ran her hand down between her breasts. Feeling the new muscles along this human form. She'd touched women's and men's bodies in her years etched in Connor's skin. She knew what she was doing. Sliding into her panties, she felt her body swell in anticipation. As she whined under her touch, a single finger teased her clit. She bit her lip and continued to move along the bundle of nerves. Little did she know, there was an audience.