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Mark briscoe kinks list 👀

I was waiting for this moment, hallelujah 😌 This will probably get 0 notes, but you know what? The heart wants what the heart wants and my heart wants Mark! So if you feel that way too, I hope you enjoy it 💋

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Breeding: A breeding kink refers to the intense arousal at the thought of being impregnated or impregnating someone.

Your eyes darted down at the plastic stick, the eight-lettered words would certainly bring joy to your and Mark’s world.

“Bam-bam, where you at?” The familiar accent and nickname brought a smile to your face.

“Bedroom” You quickly responded, and prepared yourself for your next action.

“Aren’t you dressed yet? I thought we were going to Earl’s for a burger!”

“Think fast” You squealed and threw the pregnancy test at him

Mark’s quick reflexes caught the plastic stick mid-air before he looked down at the object in his hand.

“No fucking way! Are you for real?” He asked, eyes wide open and a stunned look on his face.

You nodded back and Mark felt the air leaving his lungs as he rushed “No, seriously. Bambi, are you pregnant? This ain’t one of those stupid internet pranks that you show me all the time, is it? Because my heart can’t take it, sweetheart. If it’s a joke you gotta tell me right now!”

“No! It’s for real. I’m pregnant”

The low growl was all you were able to process before being tackled by Mark. You landed on the bed with a loud crack and a gasp “Oh shit, I think we broke the bed!” You giggled as Mark’s lips pressed on your neck and his rough hands cupped your breasts.

“Fuck the bed” He groaned “I need you, Bambi. I need you right fucking now”

“I’ll take that you’re happy with the news?” You teased as your hand caressed his buzzcut.

“I’m in goddamn heaven right now!”

Rough hands pulled your shorts down your legs, dragging your panties along with them. The sound of Mark’s jeans being unzipped was enough to make your desire leak down your bare legs.

“I wanna put another baby in you, Bambi. Maybe we can have twins”

“Mark, that’s not how twins are made, baby” Your chuckle turned into a moan when his tip teased your swollen pearl.

“You never know until you try it, bam-bam”

Abduction Play: Engaging in staged capture and imprisonment of a partner, or a group of people. Often involves bondage and sensory deprivation and can also incorporate elements of punishment, interrogation, sexual violation, intimidation, humiliation, and slavery. Those involved often choose to dress up to reinforce the scene. Captors might opt for police or military uniforms, or dress all in black, topping off the look with leather gloves and threatening masks.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit risky for a lady like you to be walking around the woods by herself at such hours?”

Your head darted to your right, to where that voice came from. The accent perfectly matched the figure leaning against the old oak tree. His hands toyed with a pocket knife, cutting and shredding pieces of tobacco before he continued “You seem a bit lost, sweetheart. Need help to find the way home?”

“No, thank you” You quickly answered, fear began to instill within you “My boyfriend is waiting for me back home, I just wanted to get a shortcut”

“Boyfriend, huh?” The man huffed, causing the fresh scent of tobacco to flow to your nostrils “And what kind of man leaves his woman walking around these woods at night..” It only took him three steps forward to reach you “By herself?”

His fingers toyed with your hair, twirling the loose strand between his fingers “It’s not wise to leave a pretty lady like yourself alone at night. There’s a lot of weirdos walking around these woods, they might even try something with you and we don’t want that, do we, sweetheart?”

A loud gulp could be heard before you whispered “No, sir. We don’t. Now if you excuse me”

Your feet moved but you somehow were still in place. Looking down at your arms, you could see the pair of hands wrapped around your forearms, trapping you in place against the man’s body and the tree behind you.

“Why such a hurry, sweetheart? We barely met”. His deep brown eyes admired the way the moonlight glowed on your skin, the shimmer on top of your cheekbones was soft and highlighted your cheeks, making them appear fuller like one of the bunnies he used to hunt in the woods.

“You’re not from around here, are you? I figured you weren’t because you look like one of those girls from the fancy tv advertisements, you know the ones that models for hair and skin junk” The man’s hand momentarily left your forearm to touch your cheek with his knuckles “Yeah, it feels soft too. You’re not from around here! Tell me something, sweetheart, is your whole body soft too? I bet it is, you look expensive, smell expensive, feel expensive…Is that pussy expensive too? Will it turn me into a fancy man after I’ve fucked it?”

“Look, I don’t want any problems-“

“Oh, me neither, sweetie! I don’t want any problems too” The sound of his switchblade being dragged on the tree trunk behind you made you gasp “Please, don’t hurt me”

“I ain’t gonna hurt you, pretty thing. My momma taught me better than that! But you see, she also taught me to never let anyone make a fool outta me and unfortunately for you, your boyfriend has something that belongs to me so I must take something from him too, and the most expensive thing he owns is you”.

“He doesn’t own me” You shivered at the feeling of the blade now being dragged across the top of your breasts.

“Of course, he doesn’t, sweetheart. Because I do now! And if I were you, I’d be a nice, obedient girl and do exactly what I say because” The switchblade now pressed against your cheek “I don’t mind playing with a toy that has a few scratches on it”

Auralism: The state of being aroused by sound. Moans, slurps, wet stroking, skin-on-skin slapping, choking, storytelling, roleplay, dirty phrases, and even instructional masturbation audios all make up part of the spectrum of erotica in audio.

Mark opened the door of his hotel room, he was finally alone. Tossing the contents of his backpack on top of the bed he found the one thing he was looking for: his headphones. Kicking his shoes off his feet he jumped on the bed, reaching for his phone in his back pocket he opened his archives and clicked on the audio files.

As soon as the ruffling of clothes could be heard on the headphones, he closed his eyes to relive that memory perfectly.

“Mark, please baby, put it in. I need it, I need you” Your voice moaned in his ear, causing his hand to grab his semi-hard length through the sweatpants.

Mark heard the moment you both moaned in unison “Fuck” before the sounds of your wet core filled his ears.

“Oh shit” He grunted on the bed, hands quickly fumbling with the fabric of his pants in desperate motions to pull his - now hard - cock free.

“Oh my god, yes. Just like that, baby. Shit, you fuck me so good” Your voice stated in the headphones. The sounds of skin slapping skin, moans, and your wetness now fully rumbling in Mark’s ears.

“Oh, my fucking…Bambi, so close. I’m so fucking close” He moaned loudly, sinking his heels on the mattress and moving his hips up, Mark began to fuck his hand at the same pace as the audio.

Mark always had a photographic memory, and in times like this, it was a blessing. He remembered everything lividly, the lingerie you were wearing, the feeling of your skin on his palms as he squeezed your flesh, the perfume you were wearing, how soft your hair felt against his chest as he fucked you from behind, the taste of your kisses, the warmth of your breath against his skin. Everything was being savored again like a cheat meal, a meal that you crave for days on end until you finally get it. It would take a while for Mark to go back home to have what his body desires, but until then, this will have to work.

The soft humming of the a/c and the warmth of his cum on his white shirt made Mark sigh loudly “Just one more week, Bambi”. He smiled at your picture on his phone background before he stood up from the bed to take a much-needed shower.

Consensual Non-Consent (CNC): A form of roleplay that two or more people engage in what emulates some form of forced activity. It can be sexual or non-sexual.

His hand slipped under your faux leather skirt, and fingers soon found the hem of your purple lace thong.

“Get off, asshole” You tried to push him away, but the man was bigger and stronger than you.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Isn’t this what you wanted when you bent over the bar counter while wiggling that nice ass mere inches away from my face?”

“I didn’t even see you there, you jerk!” You spat beneath him. Mark’s fingers snapped the thong string against your hip, “Na ah, that’s not the kind of language a good girl like you wants to use, Bambi” He warned briefly

“Fuck you!”

As soon as the curse word left your lips, Mark’s hand landed on your cheek, the warning slap was enough to make your skin sting underneath his fingers “I told you to watch that fucking mouth of yours, didn’t I?” Mark chuckled before his hand covered your mouth.

The hallway that led to the restrooms was dimly lit, with a small secluded space by the left of the female restroom. That’s where he had trapped you before you could even get to the bathroom.

His scent hovered above you, it was stained in your memory as well as on your skin and clothes. The mix of freshly chopped wood, mint, tobacco, and honeyed whiskey was potent enough to erase any signs of your perfume. The moment he glued his body against yours, he printed his scent on your being.

“Go to hell, dumbass!” You scoffed as you tried to pull his hand away from your mound

Mark scoffed at your futile attempts to establish distance between you. He pushed you back on the brick wall, placing his forearm underneath your chin, and pressing on your neck. He sprawled his hand on the wall behind you, successfully locking you beneath his arm and making it impossible for you to leave.

“We’ll have to work on your manners, sweetheart” Mark’s fingers pushed your lace thong to the side and began sliding through your wet lips until they stopped at your entrance. Two calloused fingers filled your void, making you hold back a moan

“Otherwise how am I supposed to introduce you to my momma with such a dirty mouth?” Mark whispered against your chin before his lips moved up to capture yours in a heated kiss.

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