#vivid dream

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was drinking a Bloody Mary at a bar (can’t legally drink and have never had a Bloody Mary). It was very vivid.

#dream #text #December 25th 2023 #bloody mary #drinking #vivid dream

[ponyartistbrainiac]

That dream was wild

I went "home" but it wasn't really my home yet my mother and sister where there

It was this oddly shaped 2/3 story house with many many many rooms

Most of these rooms has hospital beds and people missing limbs in the same floor as my mom

Everyone feared her like a landlord

I asked her where my cats where and she told me to shoo and go find them

So off on an epic adventure I went

I started up stairs in mine and Courtney's shared room which mirrored the room we shared in college

There where cats but none of them where either of mine

I checked another room and knocked on the door

I was greeted by a rough looking man with a guitar

I tried to ask him about my cats but he looked nervous

Almost suspicious

And told me to check somewhere else for now

I checked another room which had again many cats but this one had a girl who was missing both her legs

I described my cat Shiner as "white with gray spots"

She walked away on her hands and brought me a cat that looked oh so similar

But it wasn't mine

Sadly I thanked her and tried again with the next door

It appeared empty but had many cats under the bed

None of which where mine

I decided to try downstairs

I walked downstairs and the first thing I noticed was how dingy and dilapidated this place was

It had more rooms and more people missing limbs or other body parts

I tried to talk to a few and asked about my cats and we managed to find one

I think

Maxie

It looked like maxie and acted like maxie and had a purple collar bit something felt off

Regardless I took her upstairs and handed her to Courtney who asked me if I have seen Shiner anywhere.

I told her no sadly and she frowned knowing the special bond me and Shiner have and she hope's she turns up

I went back downstairs and talked to a few people while looking for shiner

I changed the way I described her as a white cat with gray spots a splotch of gray on her nose and a "buttcrack" shaped gray splotch on her head that covers most but half of her head except half of her ear which is white

Sadly no one sees her but they suggested I check the neighborhood

I walked around from house to house asking after my cat when I noticed an absolutely massive glass dome with floating platforms generating food and electricity

The other people around the neighborhood which was just a series of haphazardly placed houses and a gray and colorless desert landscape had choice words to say about the landlord

A demon they called her

I walked back home looking and feeling dejected when I ran into the guitar guy in passing

He told me to check the closed door next to his room and gave me a key

I definitely did that and when I went into said room there was a man in a hospital bed with a ventilator who was barely alive

I found no cats only a note with a key

"Go to the dome and ask around

They are kinder then they seem"

Nervous about the dome but wanting to do anything to get my cat back I psyched myself up and made my way there

It took forever to find a way inside I had to go through an inconspicuous cellar which lead to a bright and bustling community of people in costumes

I asked after them but no one would stop until I lost my patience and yelled "HEY EXCUSE ME IM SORRY BUT I HAVE A QUESTION!" Everyone turned to me

Suddenly angry

And one girl said "this is private pro-" but she was cut off by another man who said "oh don't be that way she's not here to interrupt! What was your question?" I proceeded to tell him about my cat and he looked thoughtful

Slowly everyone started discussing something and I heard "the landlords" name on their lips

The man walked up to me I can't remember his features but he said

"Go to the bar and ask about your cat. Give a very thorough description"

This time when I asked about Shiner I added that she was also very old

The bartender was a large man with a very warm smile he seemed almost lion like

He handed me a box and I opened it inside was the statue of a lion

But as I held it it started to unfold into a cat

My cat

I was confused and he said: "my dear your friend has passed on but they still wish to watch over you. This place... it's not for you

You don't need to keep coming back here your free.

Perhaps you should go thank and say goodbye to all the new friends you made today

And go home

Back to the world of color you built."

Teary eyed suddenly I looked up at him while I held the small statuette

He patted my head and added "of course we all here will be rooting for you" and then I noticed the sign

"Roleplay society for when life gets to hard

The road always leads here."

I left out the cellar and made the long walk home

The landscape seemed grayer somehow but there where spotlights of sun peeking through the dark clouds

When I returned to the house I heard yelling and cursing that sounded like the guitar man from earlier

Through the cracked door to "the landlords" room I saw he looked miserable and he looked me in the eye as I heard her say to him "get out of here before she sees you"

I noticed then he was naked and covered in bruises

After a while walked out and looked down at me sadly while putting his shirt back on one button at a time

He made a warm and sad smile and pet my head

He saw I was clutching the statuette and he said "I see... here is my card you will need it"

It had a picture of a man with curly hair a sandy sort of brownish yellow that turned white with the name "Luniasto Sol" or was it "Luniaster Sol" I saw it only for a brief moment

He then said "I have always watched you and I am proud of you" the world fell into colors and I woke up

#my text #weird dream #vivid dream #dream #dreaming #epic journey #what the hecc was that #cats #cat #my dreams

[edd-ska]

I had my first reality check in a dream..so here’s how it went

I had a dream yesterday it was so vivid and real it had me and Eddie and two other guys I was sitting in the back Eddie was in the passengers side and random dude was driving and then another random dude was sitting next to me we were on our way to toms house for a film I remember having my phone recording on it I remember asking Eddie if I could touch his hand real quick and I did and guess what? My hand went right through his THATS how I knew I was in a dream and a few hours later we get to toms and I see more familiar people and he has a projector getting ready to show his new film and I see my dad parked there after the film was over I hear Tom say “picture time!” And then I go to my dad and ask “can I get a picture with Tom?” He says “maybe TOMorrow” and that’s all I remember

#Edd dreams #vivid dream #idk why I dreamed this but I guess it’s normal #this is all I remember from the dream #lucid dream

[diet-dark]

раздраженный

#dream #deep dream #deep dream generator #ai generated #kv2 #kv2 heavy tank #soviet tanks #psychedelic soviet #psychedelic art #trippy art #background #texture #pattern #ww2 art #russian tank #dreamscape #lucid dream #vivid dream #mural art #inspiration

[hiisikoloart]

I dreamt that inside every god is a liquid golden sword that can be used ONLY ONCE, as once it is used the god dies - unless their sacriface was true and full of love.

It was a deeply sad dream where an elden god gave up his life just to show other, younger gods how to access it as they prepared for a battle to save the galaxy they had dedicated their lives to.

Their leader knew he would wield the weapon, as their lines thinned - some died, some abandoned the cause to become human (twin gods had found love and could not bare to give it away anymore, not even for their old home), but he stood there hand on his heart.

When I woke up I knew he'd be the only one to stand in the end, wielding unwieldable weapon, a winner of raging battle that almost ended all life.

His tears turned the liquid gold solid as he wept for those fallen, those whose bodies nelted to rivers of gold, his family. His friends. His comrades.

His sacriface was enough.

Now, he was the last god. Last of his kind.

And only one to ever reach true godhood in his life time.

I woke up very sad from this dream.

#vivid dream #idiopathic hypersomnia #sleep disorder #dream #my dream #gods #story #sad #there was also a part where he drowned and drowned again dying many times in icy waters until his brothers pulled him out to live again #these are totally not some scenes of a book I used to write #the last god may have been thor #the elden god may have been sauron or sauron looking dude from Elden Ring

[vizthedatum]

Just woke up from a nap really suddenly and had a vivid dream of you looking beautiful as always… and engaged.

And I was happy to say that I was so happy for you.

But I wish we were… also engaged?

#poly thoughts #vivid dream #I wish I could tell you all the good things happening in my life too

[hi-im-dazey]

Weird Song My brain made up during a dream last night.

"Welcome to

The end of the world

As foretold

By one Blue-Eyed Moss

The 28th is the day of it

Several villagers say of it

It's all foretold by Mr. Blue-Eyed Moss." I have no idea what it means, but in my dream it was part of Disney animation retrospective, celebrating the 100th anniversary. But this segment featured Animal Crossing characters on a creche.

I woke up with the tune and words stuck in my head in the middle of the night, came here to make a draft of it.

#Blue-Eyed Moss #vivid dream #song

[tv-head-enthusiast]

here’s a dream i had. don’t look into it. i don’t know what you could look into.

walking in a town i pass through a lot irl when i come across a place you can buy TV head helmets. after that, i’m walking in the forest with my dad when a paint covered ball the size of a softball passes through, which belongs to napstablook, who uses it for painting abstract art. i introduce my dad and them and we catch up.

i wake up(not really), realize it was a dream and think about how niche of a store that tv head place is, and i have a desk job at where my mom works. i do not remember what it was, only that i sucked at it because i kept on getting sidetracked.

i am in my shop class, but my computer classroom (all i remember).

i am home alone playing games. some old guy (not creepy, just old) is watching me through open blinds in my mom’s room. i close then and turn on the karaoke machine to make it seem like other people are home. i see him through the blinds of the laundry room. i go to my brother’s bedroom and try and sleep on his bed. i suddenly realize i cannot see and realize it’s a dream where i’m falling and will wake up. i fall, and it cuts to an update video by someone else. they say they won’t be uploading as much because they broke something and lost the cottage because of of fall.

i actually woke up 5 minutes before my first alarm

#dream #tv head #napstablook #strange dream #vivid dream

[super-novian-stuff]

Whispers of the Night

'So you know, I'd asking her. 'Tell me who's the father?' ... ... '

A Journey into the Enigmatic Dreamer’s Mind Intrigued by a captivating tale, my dear friend shared an enthralling dream that had left a profound impact on him. Within the dream’s realm, he found himself embarking on an extraordinary journey with a significant other, delving deep into the intricacies of relationships and unraveling hidden aspects of his own identity. Let us immerse ourselves in…

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#art #baby #born baby #dream #illustration #novian arif #vivid dream

[blazersparker]

"Kill them with kindness-" WRONG!!! SPINJITZU 🌪🌪🌪🌪🌪💥💥💥💥

#marbleztalks #ninjago #my sister had a rlly vivid dream we had to do spinjitzu to save the world from aliens ? or a natural disaster. i don remembe r

[one-time-i-dreamt]

When I was like. Three. I had a super vivid dream, and basically I was at like a diner at a theme park and uh, the apocalypse started happening???? There was burning golden wheels with eyes rolling around that shattered the windows of the diner with some booming sound and me and some random people had to hide in it. Also the sky was red p sure lol.

#dream #text #March 27th 2023 #vivid dream #childhood dream #diner #theme partk #apocalypse #apocalypse tw #eyes #queueueueueueueueueueueueueue

[canisalbus]

I keep imagining Vasco finding Machete dying, covered in blood and he's just there, helpless. I think he'd try to yell, ask for help but no words will come out, only a broken howl. Maybe it was a nightmare and he wakes up panicked, his hands and chest full of blood from Machete's nosebleed.

#own art #own characters #CanisAlbus #Vasco #Machete #blood #cw blood #death #cw death #it's fine it's just a particularly vivid bad dream

[diet-dark]

Fetch Quest

#dream #dreamscape #deep dream generator #ai generated art #deep dream #lucid dream #vivid dream #expressionism #abstract expressionist art #expressionist art #abstract landscape #feyworld #art style #new art style #inspiration #art inspiration #lockscreen #header art #banner art #artists on tumblr

[hiisikoloart]

Aa quote from my dream where I am in nunnery school, dresses very nun-like ans all: "God told me personally that I can say FUCK."

#dream #vivid dream #idiopathic hypersomnia #sleep disorder #sleep #a dream i had #vivid dreams #nun #nunnery school #god #god and me were mates

[planetdream]

AN EVENING IN THE WOODS !

CHARACTERS ! werewolf!bang chan, human!reader

GENRE ! horror/thriller but barely, smut [minors dni]

WORDS ! 3.3k

SYNOPSIS ! on a drunken game night, you're dared to take a little stroll through the woods after rumors of a werewolf lurking through the town.

THIS FIC CONTAINS ! more thriller than horror i think. mentions of alcohol. being chased/stalked; mentions of being 'kept'. reader desc. wearing long skirt + called 'good girl'. smut [dubcon(?)—reader is basically being used. d/s dynamics—predator versus prey. possessiveness. [rough] sex in the woods. monsterfucking ig. large cock channie <3. pussy eating. facefucking. cumplay + creampie. belly bulge oops. dumbification(?) growling..] used the word 'beast' a lot oops. it gets weird idk

💌 ngl...i think i forgot how to write smut u guys... this is partially inspired by a brief part in house of leaves by mark z. danielewski, but like, not really at all iykyk. anyway, as u kno, i always appreciate feedback <3

There’s a big difference between vampire hunters and werewolf hunters. The creatures are different from each other in both ferocity and nature; thus, the study and hunt of them will differ based on several factors. Hunters of said creatures are expected to know what to do in situations in which they are faced with such foul beasts. You, quite frankly, are neither a vampire nor a werewolf hunter. Inexperienced to the point where you couldn’t begin to imagine what you would do if faced with anything that is such a monstrous terror, let alone a werewolf. Yet, here you are, prancing around the cold forest like a delicious piece of meat, praying that you don’t cross paths with anything—man or beast.

About a month ago, men and women alike began disappearing from town in the late hours of the night, not to be seen or heard from again. In the following weeks, numbers of missing people have only risen, leading many to believe that there might be a serial killer on the loose. That, however, was only until word got around that a town drunkard had seen what he could only describe as a ‘terrifyingly large rabid dog’. ‘It had to be about six feet tall just standing there’, he said, swearing solemnly, even vowing to quit drinking in an effort to portray his seriousness. The man wept, “It was one of them werewolves. I swear by it.” 

Only from there did word travel through the town. Though, no one believed the drunk old man, laughing at his testimony—‘A werewolf? In this town? That’s impossible’—some treating it as some fable, or a game, even. Which is what leads to you, alone, in the woods tonight. A fun game of truth or dare with your friends—being a chronic truth picker, tonight (with a little liquid courage) you decide that you want nothing but to humor your associates, you chose dare—turns into you blindly making your way into the dark forest with nothing but a lamp, pocket knife, and a few neon stickers to help you make your way back; and that’s only if you’re not murdered. 

By the looks of it, the surrounding forest is empty. The only sounds come from the rustling of tree leaves mingling together due to the wind, the sounds of birds squawking in the far distance, and the snapping and crunching of twigs and leaves beneath your shoes. You trek your way through the trees and dirt extremely unnerved. Nothing has happened at all, and although you’re thankfully still alive and breathing, making your way through the clutter of trees and dead wood, you cannot help but be a bit frightened about the dreariness and uncertainty of the situation. 

It’s a cold night, predicted to snow a bit; temperature dropping lower and lower with each hour that falls. The sun had set a while ago and the purple-orange hue leftover has now faded from blue into black. And while the stars are beginning to show themselves—pristine and beautiful—the dark sky only adds to the dreariness of your walk through the forest. The sudden additional silence is eerie, nature has stilled completely. Although the echo of stillness is inexplicable, unusual; it comforts you—knowing that you would hear your assailant coming, should you come close to being attacked. 

When looking at your watch, you find that you’ve only been in the forest for fifteen of the required thirty minutes—it’s very possible that you can go the distance, turning on your heels and deciding to make your fifteen minute walk back to the edge of the dark forest; and most importantly, to safety. After all, your friends must be worried about you by now; maybe even surprised that you’ve really stuck to the dare. In a matter of minutes, this will be all over and you will be resting at home.

You had to have been walking in one straight direction, right? Maybe because it’s dark, and you, admittedly, have drunk quite a bit, but the placemarkers you remember sticking to the trees along your path are nowhere to be found. The light of your lamp shines against tree after tree, but they remain in their natural state, unchanged. Your eyes widen, heartbeat increasing as you look at the leftover placemarkers you hold in your hand, only six remaining of your original twenty—so you know you’ve used them. 

You stop in your tracks, not willing to venture any further than you already have. Mind racing, scanning and assessing all the possible things you can do, slowly slipping into a panic. You could scream as loud as you can, vocally expressing your need for rescue; but how likely is it that you’ll be heard, especially given how deep into this unchanging landscape you are. Perhaps you can continue walking ahead, only praying that you make your way out unharmed—after all, safety should have been just a fifteen minute walk ahead.

As you lift your foot a few centimeters off of the ground to make your first step, through the darkness of the forest and out of your peripherals, you swear you see a large shadow for just a split second—lurched over and next to a thick tree to your right. A chill runs down your spine and you shudder as you realize the presence of this creature; intimidating and dominant. Taking no chances, feet hitting the ground hard as you sprint through the woods, doing your best to escape this nightmare; real or otherwise. 

The action of running when you feel like you’re being chased, versus running because you are being chased, are quite similar. It’s all instinct, a gut feeling that you jump on, increased heart rate; it’s choosing to flee rather than to fight. The difference, in this moment, you realize, is the definite risk of getting caught. The consequences could prove to be unsatisfactory, at the very least, if you were to be caught by whatever it is that may be following after you. Although, looking behind, there’s nothing in sight—no sign of disaster nor danger. You continue along, albeit a lot slower than before, attempting to catch your breath a bit. Walking off trail just a bit to slow down and assess your next course of action. 

The snapping of a twig within your vicinity has you darting from the temporary hiding place. However, the predator is right on your trail, persisting in its hunt for flesh. You weave your way through the woods, brain firing off about escaping quickly without harm. The chase does not last long, though. One misstep taking you down, tumbling. Briefly, in your panic, you appear to meet eyes with the foul beast. Fear lodged in your throat, dry and brittle—crumbling into tiny little pieces that pester your insides like a million tiny beetles finding a dark, cavernous home. Stomach clenching, seizing as you cower in submission to your terror. Hands buried into the freshly fallen snow—previous footsteps already blanketed over and long gone. Never have you thought you would give up so easily; unsure if you’ve got it within you to fight back in the absolute worst case. 

Body stuck in place, paralyzed with fear once you hear the snow behind you crunch, a sign that the creature is inching closer to you. It’s like your life flashes before your eyes once you feel the snout of the creature pressed against the back of your neck, heat blowing against the back of your neck, followed by a short, deep snarl emitting from within the beast. The large presence behind you is undeniable. The way the creature towers over you is horrifying—a domineering and overbearing sense of power, exuding pride and strength in the form of body heat. It circles you, though you are too terrified to look towards it, despite the daring growl it emits. Heart racing, nearly about to jump out of your chest and run away itself. The creature begins to circle around you, and out of the corner of your eye you can see its feet—huge black paws. Oh great! You’ll be eaten alive. 

But then the feet of the beast turns into man, and slowly you raise your face to get a good look at its true face. He starts off as a blur initially, but the longer you look at him, the more recognizable he becomes. A face you’ve always seen lurking around town. Though despite the area being rather small, you’ve never formally interacted—only stared at each other from a distance then kept it moving. Tonight, however, you finally decided to walk up to him at the local bar whilst with friends, only for him to walk away without a word. ‘Oh, him? Yeah, Chan is just like that.’

“Mmm. What’s that smell?” Chan asks while humming. Arms caging you in against the tree as he presses his nose against your neck, right near a particularly sweet spot. “Smells heavenly. So sweet and delicious.” 

He continues to sniff you out, planting a small kiss to your neck before traveling lower, nose now pressed to the fabric of your clothing. Face pressed in between the valley of your breast, Chan takes a long, deep inhale. His eyes are closed as he pulls back, slightly smirking with clear contentment. Chan takes the material of your shirt pinched between his fingertips before tearing the shirt down the middle, groaning at your now exposed chest. His hands cup your tits, thumbs teasing at your nipples, as he runs his nose down the valley, before swiping back up with his tongue. 

Chan isn’t done, nose still pressed against your skin as he sinks down to his knees. Rough hands cupping your ass, squeezing, as he stops—nose pressed against your mound, breathing you in while trying to pull you closer, finally finding the source of that sweet, heavenly scent. He’s breathing heavily to the point that you can feel his hot breath against your skin through the thin material of your skirt; snarling as he takes in your scent. And he’s mumbling something down there—pussy hungry words about how fucking delectable you smell. Perfect to devour. 

Contrary to the petrifying circumstance, the rush of adrenaline you get in the moment is euphoric and exhilarating. Chan’s touch is hot against you, almost scorching, and leaves you wanting—no, needing more of him. 

He hikes up the long length of your skirt with ease, throwing your leg over his shoulder to force your hips towards his face, diving face first into your cunt. Tongue lapping up hungrily at your wetness, moaning and groaning without a care in the world as he gets the first taste of his meal. Plump lips sucking your clit, vibrating when he moans, causing you to shake and squirm, but Chan has a strong grip against you. He’s messy as he eats you—occasionally breaking free, not for air, but to spit against your cunt—as the lower half of his face is covered in your nectar; which he hopes never washes off, absolutely frenzied by your scent, cock hard and leaking cum, jumping at the thought of finally getting to fuck his cock into this sweet little cunt. 

While Chan is usually a patient man, having no problem in waiting—stalking his prey and then teasing them for hours upon hours on end—he finds himself struck with need. A particular need to feast. To fuck and destroy his prey. Days and days of stalking you, taunting you from afar, and you played right into his palm—obviously fated to be found afraid and lost, deep in his territory. It is at this point he thinks to keep you. Perhaps hide you away somewhere cold and dark where only he’d be able to find you. Keeping you bound to him until he gets sick of you—or until you cease to exist. Aching to fuck you over and over and over again until it becomes too difficult for you to even think about moving a muscle, succumbing fully to his torturous pleasure. He stops himself from thinking too far ahead all too soon, clearly entranced by the sweetness of your cunt. 

Chan springs to his feet; cock heavy, hard and curving to the right, tip swelling red with need and dripping with precum. Your eyes are glued to his cock as you watch him massage his right hand over it; even in his big palms his cock is huge. The excitement to take him spreads from the pit of your stomach and up your chest, visualizing into the form of goosebumps all over your arms. He just laughs at the look on your face; how equally intrigued and dismayed you appear. A perfect little lamb stalked and caught by the big bad wolf, unable to flee due to their own fascination despite their fright. 

Chan leans in, his lips against yours briefly. A hand curling into your hair to bring you down to your knees, you follow suit. His hand stays tangled in your hair, pulling harshly against your scalp. With his other hand, Chan strokes his cock, running his thumb over the tip; then pulling your head towards his tip. Eagerly, your tongue slips from your mouth, ready to taste everything he’s giving you. You swirl your tongue around him, but Chan has other plans, slowly sliding his cock into your mouth; helping you savor the slightly salty taste of his seed. Fixing your mouth open as wide as it can go, with both hands now tangled into your hair, he thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth, slowly increasing the speed of his thrust. 

“You just take it like a good girl, huh?” You don’t say anything, but that dazed look in your eye and the moan that escapes from deep in your throat tells Chan all he needs to know. 

“Perfect little mouth, but I bet that pussy is even better.” Chan frees his cock from your mouth with a trail of spit. His hand around his cock once again, the slick sound like music to your ears. Though, it’s at this point that the cold air is starting to get to you—the snow is light but still continuous—yet you power through it for just another taste of Chan. 

“Want you so bad,” You bite your lip, looking into his eyes, eyebrows furrowed together. You stand and stretch to turn your back to him, looking over your shoulder as you wiggle your backside towards him like a bitch in heat. Chan smirks at you, a small laugh erupting from him at the sight of your shamelessness.   

In the heat of the moment, Chan licks the palm of his hand before bringing it down to rub at your cunt from behind. He doesn’t say anything, but you can hear a long, deep snarl come from within his chest. The closer he gets to you, the louder the growl echoes, and the more he warms you with his body heat—caging you in against the tree. You grind into his hand, greedily taking anything he gives you. While Chan is steadily becoming just as impatient as you, he always spares time to play with his food; teasing the tip of his cock against your slit. Chan slowly slides into your cunt—a rough hand clenching onto your hip, nails digging into your skin; not nearly enough to keep him from losing his cool as your wetness encases his cock, wet and tight. 

You’re barely taking half of his dick before the stretch of it nearly becomes too much—but he’s one step ahead of you; arm snakes across your belly and down to your cunt, two wet fingers ready to play with your clit. Chan works his fingers against your clit slowly winding you up, all while planting a quick kiss against your shoulder; tongue drooling out to lick a long wet stripe against your neck. It’s only once he receives a moan from you in response that he starts thrusting into you slowly; the thrusts of his hips syncing with the movement of his fingers. 

It isn’t long before you’re taking more and more of his cock, being stuffed and stretched deliciously. Cunt leaking and begging for more of him. Chan lets out these harsh growls and grunts that contrast with the pitch of your moans. His nails dig into your hips, using a minimal amount of strength to pull your hips back against him, making you meet his thrusts. His hips smack against your ass roughly, cock stretching you further, but your cunt swallows every inch perfectly. That’s only until he slides out of you, wordless, yet, still letting out a snarl. He pushes you onto the ground, hands and knees crashing into the new layers of snow. You yelp out in response, but Chan can only laugh at you. 

“Just letting me push you around like this? I think I should keep you,” He follows you, kneeling onto the ground, cock in hand. Laying  a quick smack at your ass, he hums. “How would you feel about being my little plaything, huh?”

His free hand kneads against your ass while he plays with his cock. “Keep you locked up with me ‘n only let you out in these woods at night, hmm? All cute ‘n naked for me to hunt down and fuck again.”

“And you can’t even hide cause I’ll always find you, pretty.” He finally slides into your cunt, still not letting you have all of him, yet. “How does that sound? Do you like it?”

His words are filthy and so are his touches but somehow he’s got you entranced. You let out a loud, cracked sob of a yes in response to his inquiries as if he bullied it out of you. “Good girl.” 

Chan finally allows himself to break—hips snapping harshly into yours. Not caring if you go limp from the way he’s fucking into you, instead his hands are once again clenching your hips, grinding his hips against your ass whenever he thrusts his cock back into you. Your fists clutching onto the snow as you take his cock, unable to do much but drool and mewl for him. 

He presses his chest across your back, caging you onto the cold ground. His tongue once again flat against your skin, licking every inch of what exposed skin he has access to. Still pounding into you as he chases his impending orgasm. Then he sinks his teeth into the skin of your shoulder, letting out a whine rather than the usual growl as he fucks his cum into you. It’s hot, sticky, and heavy—and it seems like it’s unending; seemingly producing more and more as he pumps his cock into you. Slowly Chan reaches a hand down to press against your lower abdomen; feeling how your belly swells with all the cum his cock is feeding your cunt. 

You moan at the feeling when Chan pulls out of you with a sigh of exhaust. Cum coating his cock and spilling out of your cunt, staining your thighs. So much of his seed has spilled out and he’s no longer stuffing you with his cock, but yet you feel so full. Chan continues to incite, two thick fingers dip into your cunt to scoop up and play with the excess cum that’s dripping from your hole. 

Chan pulls you back to him by your arms, caging you against his chest. He whispers to you. “What if we played a fun little game, hm?”

He grips your chin and those same two digits that were once inside of you, force into your mouth, offering you another taste of Chan’s cum. There’s a hint of a smile in his voice, “Let’s say, I give you a ten second head start to run.”

Chan kisses the back of your neck and a chill runs down your spine. “The ten seconds start now.” 

He frees you from his hold, and springs to his feet leaving you dumbfounded. But by the time you stand and face the direction of Chan, legs weak and cold, he’s no longer there.

It seems his fun little game has officially started. 

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