Primal breeding, where I push them down on their stomach with my full weight, keeping them down like that so easily, and really mount them from above, heavy, hard, deep and slow thrusts that gradually become faster and more unhinged. Growling and grunting into their ear, against their skin, marking them with bites and bruises and hickeys, sometimes pushing myself up by putting my hand over the back of their head and pushing them down, hard and painful.
Just living out the primal and instinctual urge to fuck my seed into them, pump them so full of my cum that it leaks out of their various holes, not even stopping after the first load and instead lazily fucking into them continuously until I’m hard, throbbing, leaking precum again, ready to go for another round, ready to abuse their body again until it’s so exhausted and stretched out and filled up that all they can do afterwards is lay there, pant, shiver, beg even though I already stopped.
That primal, instinctual urge to reduce them to a cumdump, a way to relieve my balls, a cocksleeve to knot whenever I feel the need come up to fuck into something, a whore to live out my rut on, a bitch in heat that has way too much empty space insidw them, begging to be filled with my fertile cum.
idea: scene with two characters eagerly stripping each other clearly about to bone, but they keep getting interrupted by finding carefully concealed weapons in each other’s clothing, so they keep just unholstering, revealing and unstrapping increasingly ludicrous amounts of hidden guns and knives as the clothes come off, and it’s lowkey killing the mood a little
Alternatively: it’s not killing the mood at all but it’s totally making both of them giggle like they’re twelve and possibly get lowkey competitive in a subconscious way about who has the most to drop.
The more that I think of it the more I’m seeing the incredible intimacy of letting someone know where you keep your backup knife.
Like my god, the trust involved in letting someone undress you and learn your secrets instead of popping into the bathroom to change where they can’t see and hiding all your weapons under the sink
…Oh
second alternative: you go to hide all your weapons under the sink but there’s already a bunch of weapons hidden underneath the sink.
awkward
It’s not that there’s already a bunch of weapons hidden underneath the sink that makes it awkward so much as that there’s so many weapons hidden underneath the sink that they fall out of the cabinet with the unmistakable sound of a knife-alanche, and then the other person comes in like “I can explain!” and you’re just dead-ass standing there with your own armload of weapons like “I can also explain.”
scene later in the movie - one of the characters pulls out a knife, it’s not one of theirs, they laugh and use it anyway
Later on, the other character wants their knife back and the first doesn’t want to give it back because it’s so well-balanced, they’ve never had a knife this nice, and it’s played almost exactly like the character swiped their SO’s hoodie.
Don’t mind me I might just write this as a story
… also the word “knife-alanche” is killing me /pos
Why do men blush? Do you think that’s legal? How dare you do such a lewd act in public? You’re aware that everyone who looks at you blushing actually thinks of making you cry right? You better cover you face, slut. Ah nevermind that’s gonna make you cuter
