Ok, Ethan characters and breeding kink and / or their personal fave kink pls?
I love writing for these 🥴
The Grabber/Albert Shaw
Primal Play. He's definitely into the power imbalance between you two and he gets a total head rush after chasing you down. He always ends up catching you, no matter how fast or far you run, and he falls on you like a wild animal. There has been plenty of time where he's taken you on the ground immediately after catching you. Keeping you on your hands and knees while he mounts you from behind. If he catches you somewhere that won't conceal him fucking your brains out then he'll simply haul you into the back of his van and fuck you there. Either way, with his adrenaline pumping after a good chase, he's going to spend the next few hours enjoying his spoils.
Arthur Harrow
Would totally be into Body Worship. Would love to have you spread out underneath him, all soft and pliant, and would spend hours if he could kissing and licking and nibbling every inch of you. Would whisper words of praise and adoration against your skin the entire time. He would give you as many orgasms as he dims fit, eating you out like a man enjoying his last meal, and you are often left completely boneless and slightly incoherent afterwards.
Edward Dalton
Blood play (obviously 🥴) would purposely nick you or bite just hard enough to draw a little blood and the added taste and warmth of your blood in his mouth makes him almost feral. Anytime he gets a chance to taste you will inevitably end up with him fucking you. His eyes practically glowing and his fangs bared as he takes you, one hand on your throat to feel your fluttering pulse, and you absolutely have trouble walking the next day.
Troy Dyer
Dirty Talk is his immediate go-to. He likes getting a rise out of you, enjoys seeing you get flustered, and loves how you whimper and whine for him when he murmurs in your ear while rolling his hips slow and deep into you. He wants to look you in the eyes while he talks and what makes his words so impactful is that he means every single one. He's not one to willing offer up compliments, prefers showing you how he feels instead, but this is the one time he allows himself to be vulnerable. Of course, he also uses it to tease you. Especially if you two are out in public.
Goodnight Robicheaux
Praise Kink. This man has so many demons in his head that he's constantly trying to drown out. He feels like a horrible human for all the death he's caused so you use your intimate moments to shower him with love and affection. Telling him how good he feels inside you, how his kisses are like an aphrodisiac, and how his touch makes your blood heat in your veins. Once you start this, he would absolutely urge you to keep talking during sex, and you stammer and moan through your words as he looks at you like you hung the moon and stars
Ellison Oswalt
Cock Warming. Loves having you sitting underneath his desk, your mouth wrapped around his cock, while he works. Whenever he's stuck or gets too aroused he will lean back and grip the back of your neck while he fucks into your mouth until he's satisfied enough to continue working. Even if he spills down your throat he would grunt and murmur soft words until you swallow it all and then he makes you continue to warm him. Same goes for you warming him with your pussy. Usually it's when you two are lounging around and he just simply unbuckles his jeans or pull down his sweatpants and guide your body over his until he's buried inside you to the hilt.
King Aurvandil War-Raven
Exhibition/Public sex. Loves showing you off, loves showing you off to his people knowing they can't touch you, and loves for his people to know how good you are for him. He will sit in front of his people during a celebration, probably after a good raid or fresh from a journey, and will have you on his lap bouncing on his cock. He probably let's you keep some clothes on, not wanting everybody to see you completely exposed, and would growl and groan his pleasure loud enough to hear over the booming laughter and cheers of his men partying.
James Sandin
Lingerie/Dress Up. He would absolutely adore showering you with gifts and would especially love to see you in a pretty lacy lingerie set he bought for you. He loves the contrast between the soft silk and your skin, would want you to model every single piece for him, and will go wild if you surprise him with a new set. He just loves spoiling you and gets off on it too.
Russell Millings
Breeding/Cuddlefucking. This man is so touch-starved and pent up that it's borderline painful to witness. He absolutely lives for any type of skin contact and loves when your cuddling turns into something less innocent. He's becomes almost desperate for your touch and would often pin your body against his while he chases his pleasure inside your body. His desire to fill you to the brim and breed you slips out by accident, so lost in euphoria that he just started babbling, but the sudden intense orgasm from you both quickly eased any worries he had.
Travis Conrad
Quickies. He absolutely loves quickies and has a mental list of all the places he's dragged you to for a quick fuck. Like the bathroom of your favorite diner or in the alley beside the local bar or even in his car parked behind the grocery store. He has a very active libido and his quick refractory period leaves you in awe most times. So he's always raring to go and can immediately tell by the glint in his eyes that you are about to be squished in the nearest closet/bathroom stall as he drills into you at a brutal pace that leaves you both breathless and high on endorphins.
* Setting: THE NORTHMAN
V I K I N G S ; A semi-plotted love affair & end of innocence for @bitemescftly
Gudrun had found her way to the sea. The water had encapsulated her body, her lungs filled with salt and blue-green opalescence. When they’d pulled her onto the beach, the waves were not the angriest they could have been, for Aurvandil’s cries rivalled that of anything nature could have omitted. He’d collapsed to the ground, sunk low as he pulled her tall frame into his lap. His large arms enveloped her, his lips touching down onto a bloated, once petal-pink pout. A hand tangled in the blonde mess of her hair, fingers knotting and tugging, as his sadness turned to complete and utter rage. Had she been so sad that this was the answer? Had she been angry for his constant state of absence in battle? Or had she merely lost the will to live due to forces unforeseen? The fates had never shown such a depressive state, had never once hinted that he would ever be without his long-wed bride. He cursed the Gods, but mostly he cursed her soul -- to be damned for all eternity. Her selfishness had a price, and that was the leaving of himself and their son behind. Amleth adored his mother, his tiny heart would be shattered to pieces at the news; but that only met that the King would have to love him that much harder, that much fiercer; as a bear does to its cubs. He would survive and thrive -- they both would.
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The town had gone to ruin, smoldering ashes in the wake of the King’s army. The men ripped through the town, collecting all that their hearts had desired, making sure to claim what they had now won. The battle cry of victory could be heard throughout the mountaintops, the horn blowing in the darkness as they settled on what was to be done come morning. They would take all that they found worthy, they would share their findings with their kinsman back home. It would be a week’s worth of hard riding, but King Aurvandil was more than ready to return to his land, more than ready to settle (for a small time anyway).
They’d barely slept before they were awake again, mounting horses and strapping down the goods with which they’d plundered. Amongst their claiming, had been a young woman, beautiful and timid, an artistic vision of perfection. Her milky skin called to the King, her chocolate hair falling down past her buxom breasts. The curve of her body was something to behold, for he could not remember the last time he’d taken a lover who’s shape hissed of softness and padded flesh. She’d been offered to him on the spot, the moment the tiny village had been invaded. He’d spared the family that had made such a sacrifice, that had given him the most beautiful gift. Aurvandil’s clan would clean up the wreckage here and start a new, giving those that had yielded to them safe refuge and new community to thrive for.
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A week had passed and the Vikings had made way back to their homeland. The village was being set for that evening’s celebration; the welcome home that all warriors would rejoice over. The food was abundant, the wine overflowing, the fire rising high into the night sky. Everyone danced with delight, the music became much louder than a roar, the chatter jovial and with ritualistic intent.
‘ Hail King Aurvandil War - Raven! ’ cried the company as their concurring hero made his way through the muddy path and into the grass. The King had been dressed in dark brown slacks, chest bare, shoulders draped with furs. His light eyes focused on the young woman seated on the ground upon a wooden platform. Three of the town’s women had been braiding her hair, and calming her nerves. They all placed kisses to her cheeks as the King approached, leaving the two of them be.
‘ In all my days I have never come across a more exquisite beauty, ’ he announced, loud enough for all to hear, and yet his focused gaze remained on the young woman. ‘ Tonight, under the eyes of Freya, I will take this woman as my own, ’ his words rang heavy in the night, the applauding yells came from across the land, the clan more than pleased with this decision. ‘ You will be my queen, ’ he breathed, settling down onto his knees before the brunette, his hands cupping her face, ‘ tonight, my life becomes your life. My blood is your blood. My heart is your heart. You will give all to me. I will receive all of you. Sweet Goddess Freya blesses me, and by Odin I will not falter in my love. ’
His mouth his quick on her own, not giving her time to think, the rumble of the crowd becomes that much louder, as his hands roam from her face to the thin gown with which she’d been dressed in. ‘ You tremble, ’ he whispers so that only she can hear, his ocean eyes locking with green spheres, before the garment that shields her body is no more. ‘ Do not fear me, ’ he notes, hands large and unyielding, grasping at naked flesh, his lips are fast on hers once more, his thick frame wedging between her thighs. The fur that drapes over his shoulders falls aside, a hand works at the pants he wears, tugging them away, before he stands to completely disrobe. It’s all happening so fast, and he’s on his knees again, this time turning her voluptuous frame so that her back is to his front. Strong hands reach for biceps, pulling her backside flush against his chest and torso. Lips daring to claim purchase of her shoulder, her neck and beneath her chin.
But imagine being lost in the forest and King Aurvandil is with his hunting party, hunting deer or such, and he comes across you. All the me taunt you and act like they'll hurt you, but you have a small dagger and scream and threaten them, and he's intrigued by your aggressiveness and lack of fear... but it also rouses his dominant side. He is the leader of the pack, the top wolf, and he wants to make you submit.
I imagine it would end with you in all fours and him biting your shoulder as he took you from behind, telling you that of course you would submit to him— and that your his now. 🖤
Oh my 🥵
Gif by @transjohnny
Him being the leader of the pack and just being enthralled by how feral you are, screaming and threatening his men with a fire burning in your eyes that could burn down the snow covered forest around them, and his cock is already hard before he even gets off his horse. When you lunged at him with an enchanting battle cry, he decided that you are going to be his.
It would be the work of the moment to get you on your hands and knees with your dress pushes up over your hips, you're still spitting curses at him and snarling, and his men all growl in approval at his first push inside you. King Aurvandil would fist your hair and use that as leverage to push you back onto his cock while his other hand would greedily grope your breasts and hips.
He’s grunting curses while pounding into you, laughing breathlessly every so often when you continue to throw insults at him, and eventually he pushes you down until your chest hits the ground and your hips arch even higher. At one point your curses get broken up by short sharp whines and he groans at feeling you drip and squeeze around him.
Of course, he’ll tease you about it. Saying how all you needed was him to fuck you good and hard and proper and how you won’t ever have to worry about that again. You come on his cock twice before he comes inside you, howling into the sky and slapping your ass as his men cheer at their King claiming his little she-wolf, and you’re too weak to do anything but glare weakly at him.
He bundles your shivering body up on his horse with his body pressed tightly behind you and he commands his men to continue the hunt while he takes his new woman to her new home. On the ride back he’s nuzzling into your hair, nipping at your shoulder and your ear while his other hand stays possessively against your stomach to keep you pressed tightly against him, and he grins smugly when you pass out against him.
Went to FIDM museum for movie costumes, and I’ll share a few of my favorites
(I’m a history and fantasy fan sooooo it’s really only going to be that. But if you know a costume was there this season and want to see what I have, just ask)
Any 🔥Thots🔥 on King Aurvandil War-Raven from The Northman 👁️👄👁️
(I honestly think of him, personality-wise, as if Al had a big brother lol)
I hate to say it, but I haven’t actually seen The Northman! So most of what I’ve gotten of his personality has been from @wayward-persephone and @parxsisburning. From what I gather, he’s a Big Slut.
So unfortunately, I can’t really say! I’ll have to get around to watching it sometime.