dreampost: even more after dark edition (IV)

[wotanon]

[ sexy dreams for thirsty idol bastards

shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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[softlyfalling]

[ she can feel heat in her cheeks in the dark. that's... that's a nice sentiment, and her shoulders loosen, a little bit. it's... comfortable, in a way. ]

I said you'd have me, didn't I?




...you could have me any way you wanted, like this.

[selfpreservationist]

[... kisses the side of her neck, soft]

Yes, I could.

[softlyfalling]

[ she makes a quiet, helpless noise, and tilts her head slightly, to expose more of her neck. ]

I know you'll take good care of me.

[selfpreservationist]

[dragging his lips along her pulse, his breath warm]

I promise. I'll take care of you, just as long as you stay...

[softlyfalling]

[ she sucks in a sharp breath, and tenses. ]

You could—keep me here with that, for a very long time. I... I want you to.

[selfpreservationist]

[nibbling on her ear as he wraps his other arm around her, holding her close]

I'll keep you. You're mine.

[softlyfalling]

Mnh... that's, ah...

[ her legs twitch a little bit, flexing a little bit against the bindings, and she sighs. ]

S...stake your claim, then.

[selfpreservationist]

Hah.

[he lets out a huff, before biting down on shrike's neck and worrying at the skin there, sucking on it so he'll leave a mark... normally]

[softlyfalling]

Hhhhh—

[ she lets out a strangled moan, and squirms against him, toes curling; she likes this, she likes everything about this. ]

Yours.

[selfpreservationist]

[murmurs by her ear]

Say it again.

[and he shifts to do the same thing to the other side of her neck, his kisses almost bruising in their intensity]

[softlyfalling]

Y, yours...

[ louder this time; her voice pitches upward as she says it, half-breathless. ]

[selfpreservationist]

[reaches down into the bindings with ease and grasps her wrists to hold them above her head]

Mine.

[softlyfalling]

[ she makes a sharp, fluttery sigh, and her head tilts back a little bit in a satisfied sort of way. ]

Hh... what will you do with me, then.

[ the way she says it, it's anticipatory, rather than worried. ]

[selfpreservationist]

[presses a kiss to her jawline, and as he does, the silk bindings shift about, giving her some room to move but keeping her wrists and ankles tied securely to the bed while exposing the rest of her body]

Whatever I want.

[softlyfalling]

[ a quick intake of breath, as things shift; the space between her legs is already a little slick with moisture.

with obvious wanting: ]

Oh, please.

[selfpreservationist]

[clothes, what clothes? raven was never wearing clothes]

As you wish.

[moves between her legs, barely taking a moment before he's pressing in, one hand holding onto her hip]

Shrike...

[he breathes out her name, almost sounding like a prayer]

[softlyfalling]

[ she gasps, her legs bowing outward for him, words coming out breathy. ]

Raven. I need...

[selfpreservationist]

[sliding in and rocking his hips, settling in deep as he mouths at her jawline]

Anything. I'll give it to you.

[softlyfalling]

Nnh—that's, that's—

[ she breaks off into a moan, voice rising in pitch. ]

Hard. Please. I want—ah, to feel you, your hands, your mouth, your cock, every way you want to touch me—

[selfpreservationist]

[he growls into her ear and snaps his hips, quickly picking up a hard, almost brutal pace]

I'll give you... all of me.

[softlyfalling]

[ she cries out before she can stop herself or restrain it at all, and attempts to curl toward him on reflex—there's another little satisfied noise she makes when the bindings stop her. ]

Hh, fuck, that's, that's everything I want...

[selfpreservationist]

Good.

[he keeps it up, and coaxes her legs to wrap around his waist, the bindings loosening just enough]

[softlyfalling]

[ a strangled moan; she doesn't need that much coaxing with room to move, legs wrapping around him tightly, body tensing around him. ]

Ah—!

[selfpreservationist]

[his kisses along her neck turn into bites, marking her up as much as he can as he keeps up that hard, rough pace; he muffles a low groan into the side of her breast]

Shrike... you're so--! Beautiful...

[softlyfalling]

[ she gasps and whines with every nip and bite, breathlessly—it's very obvious she's enjoying it, and her hips twitch back against him.

she is clearly losing coherency, but— ]

You, you make me feel so—

I love you.