Brainrotting about that bdsm test so now I gotta ask: werewolf + cuddles as a restraint? :3c
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Kabr0z Writes Episode 212: After Hours
Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!
Episodes 1-180 are coming to Ao3!
CWs: Knotting; cuddle-fucking; broken prophylactic; risky sex; possible impregnation; semi-public sex; outdoor sex; sex while recorded
A/N: A bit of high consensual cuddle-fucking with a nice knotty ending? Sounds so soft and soothing... Plus next episode will be even more snuggly werewolf sex to boot.
Lupine lovers eating well this week :3
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Closing time again.
It's been almost twenty years since smoking in pubs became illegal, but somehow the place still smelled of old cigarette smoke. Every night you swore to yourself you’d quit this shitty dive bar frequented by all the shitty people who kept getting kicked out of the marginally more respectable pubs in the village. Every evening, you still found yourself clocking back in, pasting on a smile and trying to ignore the looks you attracted from men old enough to be your grandfather. You sighed as you tied off a bin liner, shaking it free from the plastic bin, filling the room with the sound of empty cans rattling against one another.
“Something wrong?”
You'd almost forgotten about him. The young lupine you'd been talking to for the past couple of hours. Amazing how you can get into your own head while you're cleaning the place up.
“Nah, just thinking” yeah, of course you're thinking, you're sighing balefully as you do the bins “Life, I guess”
“Heh, I’ll drink to that…” He drained his glass, setting it on the bar. He pulled on his coat, moving to get up. Now or never.
“You want another?” You were already grabbing a fresh glass from the shelf above your head, hand poised on the tap “On me?”
He smiled. Sat back down, placing his coat on the arm of the barstool “Sure, but shouldn't it be me buying you a drink?”
You poured him a pint, and stepped over to the spirits on the back wall, upside-down bottles suspended on optics. A small glass in your hand, you poured yourself a double measure of vodka, then the same of coffee liqueur into that. The good stuff. Leaning on the bar, you presented his drink, clinking glasses before sipping yours.
“I get to give the cute ones free beer. Perk of the job” you smiled “I didn't get your name?”
“Shaun, I never caught yours either” he ruffled the fur on his head, the gel keeping it in place.
You gave him his name, taking another sip. You felt the smooth, sweet coffee drink loosening your lips. A little Dutch courage never hurt when trying to chat up a cute wolf-boy. It's not like you didn't see how he was looking at you while you talked. He could barely take his eyes off your tits, and he wasn't half as good as he thought at pretending he wasn't watching your ass every time you turned around. Hell, he was still staring at you. You wondered if he could smell you ovulating. What would that even smell of?
“So… Doing anything tonight?”
You blushed “No, just finishing up here then going home… Unless you've got a better idea?” You winked, biting your lip a little, just to drive the point home. You know men can be a little slow sometimes. Even the cute ones. Especially the cute ones.
It took him a moment. In fact, it took you stepping around the bar and draping your arm over him. He got the message. “Ooh, sorry I have… Roommates… I won't be able to take you home”
You leaned in to his ear “Who the fuck said anything about taking me home?”
His hand in yours, you whisked him outside into the walled-off smoking area, sitting on the wooden table under the clear sky. “Nobody’s gonna see us here” You were lying, the security camera was looking straight at you here, but considering the sort of things you’d witnessed on those cameras nobody could say shit. You perched on the edge of the table, slipping your jeans down over your round ass, just low enough to bare you with your knees either side of your face.
Shaun hiked down his pants, the sheath already pulling back, just enough for the vibrant red of his tip to be visible. A thin strand of precum dangled from him in the half-light. He paused, just long enough to pull it back the rest of the way, slipping a condom over his length, grunting a little as it stretched around his base. “Ready?”
You nodded, Holding your legs up “Fucking give it to me, tiger”
Shaun’s arms wrapped around you, holding you to his chest. The embrace pinned your legs between you, stopping you moving them even if you wanted to. He fit like a jigsaw puzzle, rubbing himself on your outsides. His chest pressed against your face, his head resting on yours as he growled softly, rubbing against your body. He was warm and soft as you returned his embrace, holding on to his sides balled up as you were.
A roll of your hips, and he was in. Thicker than he looked from the outside. Throbbing, hot even through the paper-thin rubber covering him. You were already so wet he barely had to thrust to bury himself deep within you. His cock stretched you out, already you were struggling to take it, and the knot was still inches away. Every desperate, primal hump shook a yelp out of you as he prodded at your back walls. Every time he lifted you off the bench, just a little, edging a touch deeper as you became accustomed to his size. By the time the knot was hammering on your hole, you weren’t sitting down any more.
It was much nicer in his arms anyway.
You held on to him as his frantic rutting shook you. Every thrust pounding deep inside, you knew you’d have bruises tomorrow, but it just felt so good you didn’t care. Your body was bearing down on him, tensing as you groaned into a mouthful of coarse fur. You’d never been fucked like this before: desperately, roughly, but so warm and safe feeling. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, you let out a groan as your legs slipped free, then wrapped around him. You pulled him in, your own instincts grinding you against his knot.
His heart raced as it slid inside you. You felt something tear inside you, heat spreading through your body as a jet of his cum splashed against your now-unprotected cervix, spurting directly into your womb.
Your eyes rolled back and you groaned again, hands closing around tufts of fur. You’re not sure you’d ever cum harder than when he emptied himself straight into your cunt. Scalding hot cum leaking through you, held in by his knot plugging you up.
You stayed there, he sat down, supporting you on his lap as you listened to his heart. The rapid throbbing in his chest slowing gently as you both caught your breath. He was so soft, a warm blanket, cuddling you back even as he softened inside you.
You smiled “Now you might’ve knocked me up, I’d better get your number”
He clutched you a little tighter “Fuck that. You’re meeting my brothers. They’ll adore you”
Someone asked Duncan on twitter about the January return, and he wasn't sure if Laura S had actually specified January. Well, this quote has been attributed to Laura by someone, but I can't remember what website this came from...
She made several mistakes in dealing with certain time travelers that brought her and Gabriel’s relationship to the breaking point. Due to the added stress Gabriel phased out of time more often than he might have otherwise done.
A single gust of wind from the man’s mouth sent a cloud of dust spraying into the air. He brushed off the rest of the dust on the table and laid down a parchment. With a flick of a quill he set out crunching some numbers. With a few minutes passed, he stood straight and extended his arms to crack his wrists. “Wish I were still a mage, this would be a whole lot easier.” He mumbled to himself.
He took out his diving rod, a device that has helped him pinpoint ley lines in the past. He held his arms out straight and the rods further out. Immediately they crossed in the room he was living in. “Huh.” He pondered, did he get lucky immediately? He walked out of his house and down the sandy, islander road and pulling out the divining rods again.
Crossed.
He tried a few more times in different areas of the nearby island, all of them turned up with crossed rods. Gerald slowly sauntered back to town confused, but relieved that his job seemed so simple. He entered an abandoned building near the center of town, the perfect place to build an entrance to the mainland. Carefully, he inscribed the rune on the ground, stepped back and raised his hands. Reciting an age old incantation, he opened a door to the nether, and hoped to reach Stormwind on the other side.
Both luckily and oddly enough, something on the island was emanating enough magic to act as a conduit for the portal to stay open, there were no ley lines needed at this point and time. Omen focused on the destination and forced it into the nether. It parted and on the other side was a dark abyss. He reached his arm through, and upon bringing it back, found it soaking wet. Then the whispers came. a deep voice coming from the depths. It crept into his mind, but before it could take hold he shut down the connection, fearful for whatever he tapped into.
He tried once more, reciting the same verses, and tried harder to establish the connection he wanted. Nether portals were far less reliable than a regular mage’s, to be sure, but if he could just find the right spot, it should be safe enough. The second location opened up, it was dark but dimly lit, the smell of mold and dirt crept into his nose. Familiar chattering could be heard, like those of insects. Before he could close and retry, a figure came out of the darkness, sprinting towards the portal. It was humanoid in shape. but out of fear, Omen began to close the connection. It was too late though as a figure jumped through, landing with a meaty thud on the sand covered floor.
Omen drew his weapon and pointed it directly at the panting man. He was disheveled, emaciated, and filth covered. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Was all the man could mutter.
Omen pushed him over with his boot to see his face. A matted and grizzled face looked up at him, his green eyes sunken in. He recognized it, he thought this one was dead. “Clyde?” Omen whispered, putting away his weapon.
“I don’t know how you know me, but thank you. I’ve been in that hive for a year. A YEAR! They just...left me, forgot about me. Where am I?”
Omen sighed, he had been in the party that left him in Silithus. Clyde distracted the Silithid so the rest could get away. How he survived was a mystery. “An island. We don’t know where. Give me one moment. Rest.”
Gerald looked back to the rune, held his hands out and for the third time started the incantation. He hoped this time would be the last. To his relief, the familiar spires of Stormwind came into view, though hazy. It seemed like the exit was on the cliffs above the city. “Home,” came a hoarse voice behind him. “Just like that, I can go home.”
“If you want to.” Explained Omen. “You can choose, but so far it is safe here, if you pull your weight once you heal, you could stay. No need to make the decision now.” He paused, looking down at the frail man. He used to be so fit and healthy. “Come, let’s get you patched up.”
Omen carried Clyde to his home, fed him what remnants of food he had, and made him rest. It was the least he could do for leaving him alone for that long.
Puppy tgirl scent marking and being scent marked >:3c
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Kabr0z Writes Episode 247: Scent
Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!
AO3!
CWs: alcohol use; intox; oral sex; facefucking; Omo; piss; lots of piss; scent marking, by means of piss; good thing the puppy likes piss I guess;
A/N: Did somebody say double bill? No? Oh OK then.
This was written in something approaching a fever pitch. Enjoy!
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“Just a little more for your big sis”
Ophelia pulled your hair back, tilting the glass to your lips. The drink was sweet and fizzy, almost enough that you couldn't notice it burning on the way down. A rosy blush had already taken over your cheeks, a sleepy warmth radiating up from your belly, making your head feel light.”
“I'm a little-”
“Shhh, just a little more, Vivi, for me” Your head tilted a little further, the sharp pain on the back of your scalp dulled by the alcohol. She poured the last into your mouth, making sure you'd swallowed it all before letting go.
Your head swam, all you could do was focus on not falling off the chair. Ophelia bent over you, one hand steadying your shoulder, the other opening your legs. She gripped your thigh, somewhere amongst the fog in your mind was the understanding this would leave a mark. You didn't care. The hand slid up your leg towards your already bare crotch, cupping it for a moment before letting go.
You winced when it landed. Then again. The third slap got a yelp, before her fingers dove inside.
She moved with sure, precise, practiced motions. Palm running against your clit, then easing off there to press in on your g-spot. Delving deeper to probe at your cervix, then back out to focus on the lips and clit again. She alternated carefully, making sure never to let you get used to one type of stimulation. Her mouth pressed to yours, swallowing the whines she was coaxing out.
Then she stopped, pulling away from you. A soft smile on her face.
“Please?” You mumbled, hips bucking against a hand that wasn't there, half lidded eyes struggling to focus on her
“In a moment. Time for another little drink, I think.” Ophelia poured a little amber liquid into a pair of glasses, draining hers in a single mouthful, before pushing two fingers into your mouth, forcing your head back by the roof of your mouth. This wasn't sweet, or fizzy. It tasted like smoke and leather, burning hotter than the nice drink from before.
You still swallowed. Your breath tasted of it, you felt like you were swaying, clinging to your sister to stay steady.
“You're such a good girl for me, aren't you?”
She knelt down in front of you, letting your fingers run through her hair as she kissed her way down your sternum, over your belly, finishing with a light peck on your clit. “Gonna keep being good for me, aren't you?”
You nodded, “uh huh, uh huh”
Your fingers tightened in her hair. She sucked in your clit, lightly at first, getting stronger each time. Her tongue lapping at your throbbing nub, making you squirm in your chair
“Big sis-”
“Good girl, just like that”
“Please-” You could feel pressure building in your belly
“Relax sweetheart, let it feel good”
“No, I can't-” A gasp cut you off. It was getting harder to hold on
“Let it out, puppy, cum for your sis”
You sobbed. Your cunt throbbed, clenching through the waves of orgasm she drew from you. Gripping her hair, legs crossed behind her back, thighs clenching either side of her head. The pressure released.
You felt the hot water flowing from between your legs. Tears rolling down your cheeks, unable to let go as the spasms still rocked through you, sat in a puddle of slick and urine. The aftershocks finally slowed, Ophelia pulling herself to her feet, shirt soaked in your essence.
“You gave me so much, now it's my turn.”
She was hard. The throbbing mass tenting her skirt. Her hands were back in your hair, pulling you to her. The tip found your open mouth. Still she pushed you down, pushing against the back of your throat, the alcohol deadening your gag reflex. Back and forth, she used your face, starting slowly before gathering speed. She was close already, leaking and shuddering. Her balls were already clenching against her body. Your tongue swirled around her cock, dragging the piercing over the sensitive tissue.
“Fuck, keep that up I'm gonna cum”
She pushed you down harder, forcing her cock down your throat. Your nose pressed against the knot at its base “Such a fuckable face, aren't you?”
Another pump, pulling almost all the way out before slamming herself home again..”Gonna- Gonna-”
Another.
Another.
“Fuck-” Her cock throbbed in your mouth. Thick cum spurted from it, flowing into your mouth. You gulped at it, trying to get as much as you could but it still flowed out of your mouth around her still thrusting cock. Her hips drove into you, trying to force the knot home in your choking mouth. Over and over again until she withdrew, still semi-hard.
“You want another treat?” She still had hold of your hair, forcing you to nod “Good puppy”
You stared at the still throbbing cock in front of you, wondering what was next. Then it happened.
Hot ambler liquid sprayed you, hitting your face, flowing down your chest and adding to the hot-smelling puddle underneath you. She held your head back, making sure it got all over you before letting go.
“You enjoyed that. You don't have to lie to your sister”
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What rhymes with nips afar and supports the author? Their tip jar!
Saw this at Metro, and it got me thinking a similar phrasing was used in one of the blind items. I had a look, and the one I was thinking of was in the dec 22 newsletter.
Now, I don't know if there will be cheating involved with Jai/Laurel or if this is just a common phrase they use for spoilers. But, I know we sometimes wonder about the time frame for the blind items.
These two were in the same newsletter, dec 22, btw.
