Pillow talk with a werewolf while they're knotted in me would fix me I think.
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winter soldier au with John Price who was held in a gulag for three years and comes home wrong. comes back snarling and furious and threatening to rip apart the goddamn world if they don't give him what belongs to him, what's rightfully his, if they don't give him back his fucking wife, right this second—
the only problem is: John's ex-wife remarried. she's halfway around the world, and Laswell knows John enough to immediately squash that idea right away. but if not her, then who?
and then you walk into the room—a newly hired secretary that John has met less than a handful of times; a pencil pusher barely even a blip on the radar—but he pounces. snatches you up before any of them can react, tucking your bemused face into his chest, cradling you tight; possessively clutching at you as Kyle tries, and fails, to calm him down.
"you don't know her, sir. just let the girl go—"
it's met with a nasty snarl. all gleaming, bloodied teeth. a stranger in a familiar shape as John drags you further away from them. "this is my goddamn wife."
his declaration is met with shock. you're definitely not his wife. you barely know him much outside of a several, threadbare exchanges where he breathed down your neck about filing the wrong reports, and the cluttered mess of your desk ("a goddamn eyesore—"). you're not even friends. and in all honesty, you didn't even think he liked you that much. so. wife?
but he's beyond reason. his head a mangled, trenched mess of artillery fire and Makarov's torture. three years, Kate breathes. three whole years.
you can tell, almost immediately, by the look on her face that this—that you—will become a necessary loss in the grand scheme of things. and when John lets her close enough to whisper into your ear (having somehow convinced him that he can just walk out of here with you, his fucking wife, leaving for the marital home (and bed) that he demands from them for this brief stalemate)—she hurriedly tells you about their plot. this high risk, no reward scenario of playing along. not that you have much of a choice.
keeping John Price as close to them as possible was worth more than something as flimsy, as malleable as your agency, your autonomy. and if the way to do it was to let a brainwashed man play house with you, then so be it.
she, at the very least, offers a grim sort of smile even though you can see her working out the mechanics of it all as she makes promises on your behalf. things like, yes, John, you can leave with your wife. she missed you so much, John. she's so happy you're home.
"we kept your wife safe for you, John—" no one seems to react to the violent way Johnny has to be dragged out of the room by Ghost, kicking and screaming at the injustice of it all because th' captain wouldnae do this! don't do this t'him!
and John—if there's any part of that man still inside him, he doesn't let an inch of it show—just nods, lip pulling up into a snarl as he bullies you closer to his chest, and growls about finally getting you home.
"I'll keep you with me," he rasps, blunt fingers spreading wide over the fill of your body. a mad, twisted gleam of possessiveness, ownership, burning in bruised blue as he familiarises himself with this body he claimed as his. "right where you belong, wife."
(the word comes out in a bite. snaps around you and sounds just like mine.)
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Low-key wanna start my own fansly....anyone wanna see a switch bottom trans-guy and his very lovely DTW (Domme Trans wife)
Being hunted down by something that wants to eat you? Meh. But being hunted down by something that wants to breed you? A big predator mindlessly tongue fucking your mouth while it creampies you raw and repeatedly in a mating press, leaning over you and gripping your ankles like handle bars. Packing your tummy to the brim with thick, potent, beast cum and impregnating you with your first litter of big, strong, pups. Giving you more and more because you take a rough fucking and good seeding so well.
the world would be a better place if i was getting t injections from a nice older guy in a position of authority over me who calls me a little bitch boy
genuinely fucked up that if i want to interact with someone online i have to say words and have a conversation instead of just mashing my face against them like a cat
I need more people to follow but the only blogs I'm finding are boring dudes who all post the same generic black and white gifs and I'm not into it.
werewolf size difference where when the wolf slaps its dick down against the sub's stomach to show them how deep it'll reach the knot is as wide as the poor thing's hips and the head is poking out from between their tits, that massive veiny red dick almost as big as they are...
cat nap!
Queer artist with an obsession with dark romance, trans man, 22 18+ Minors DNI
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