hoard of darkest desires

Sherrie did as she was told, raising to her feet and turning her back to him. She looked at him over her shoulder, slipping her dress straps down her arms. It wouldn’t be hard to slip the top half of her dress off completely, leave her completely bare for him, but where was the fun in that? She was still having fun teasing him. She looked down at him, her fingers sliding further up her inner thigh and gasping as her fingertips touched her core. She was already soaking wet, and she chuckled lowly to herself. 

“I have no doubt you succeed, however that is defined.” He affirmed with a nod. Then he laughed. “Oh I am sure there will be all the celebrations. Your mom is more intense like a Christmas General than a parent. I can’t believe she has actually gotten scarier with age.” He flashed a grin at her. “Well I hope to see you there. At the tree lighting I mean. Or ice skating?  That’s still big here over the holidays.”

He laughed sheepishly. “They always end up breaking it off. Apparently I’m the last old-fashioned guy around. Wants to get married, have kids and all that.” He shrugged lightly, “Maybe one day I’ll get lucky and meet someone who wants those things too.”

“She loves this time of the year...”, she said, knowing that her mother had used Bear’s helping hand more than once when it came to decorating the house or bringing the tree home and that made her wonder if she had kept the tradition even while Madita had been gone. “ I wouldn’t dare to miss it...though I am not sure if ice skating is that much of a smart idea...I haven’t done that in years”, she said, remembering how they had first learned how to balance on the ice and how it had turned into one of their favourite activity during the Christmas fair.

“I am sorry Anya … I didn’t mean to worry you. I am well pleased by the day and count myself very fortunate that our daughter is both my child and a full member of the Clan. It is a true honour.” Bjorn replied with a cautious nod. “I am just borrowing trouble from a future that I know I cannot change. I am being an old fool. There is no reason to let it weigh on you. Come … let us return to the celebrations. You do not have to put up with my foolishness this day.”

“Bjorn stop”, she said, her hand resting on his cheek as she made him look into her eyes. She had always liked his direct approach, his at times painful honesty and it had encouraged her to act the same way around him but it looked like they hadn’t been really honest to each other for some time.

Sherrie giggled softly at the praise, wrinkling her nose as she pulled her skirt up a little more. She looked directly at Cesare through the lens, keeping one hand on her skirt and trailing the other hand slowly up her body. Her hand caressed its way up her stomach, pausing briefly at her breast. Her hand at her skirt moved closer to her inner thigh, gasping softly as her fingers slipped under her skirt. Not touching her folds, but just her inner thigh. 

Sherrie did as she was told, pushing her fingers through her hair and just moving her body. Shifting her weight, tilting her head, until he gave her direction. She knelt to the ground, biting her lip as she adjusted her dress. Thank God that little black dress also had a bit of a slit going up the thigh. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, trailing her fingertips up and down her legs as she kept her eyes on the lens. She adjusted the skirt a little, making eye contact with him as she trailed her fingertips up the top of her stocking and up the garter before going back down her leg.

I tried to keep these as gender neutral as I could.

Alpha:

“I can smell that you’re in heat” “You’re such a cute little beta/omega” “Here, let me take care of you” “I can’t wait to have kids with you” “You’re sick, go back to bed beta/omega” “Let your alpha take care of you” “You look lost beta/omega” “I promise, I’m not like other alpha’s” “God I want to breed you.” “You shouldn’t be walking alone beta/omega” “I will always protect you my beta/omega” “You’re irresistible when you’re in heat” “Did your heat just start?” “I need you my little beta/omega” “I’m an alpha, you’re a beta/omega, it was meant to be!” “I’m an alpha, not your captor.” “You’re so hard to resist.” “I want to claim you as mine” “You shouldn’t be stressing yourself out like this, I’m your alpha, I’ll take care of you.” “I don’t want to be just any alpha, I want to be your alpha”

Beta:

“I almost envy omega’s/Alpha’s” “It’s so hard being in-between an omega and an alpha” “I just want to find a nice alpha mate” “I just want to find a nice omega mate” “I don’t want an alpha or an omega” “We need more beta’s with other beta’s” “I could swing for either an alpha or omega” “Stop treating me like an omega” “I’m only a beta, but I still want to claim you” “I’m only a beta, but I still want to breed you” “Being with an omega is hard, we sometimes go into heat at the same time” “You know beta’s face a lot of discrimination” “Beta’s are very misunderstood” “I want you to be my alpha/omega”

Omega:

Sherrie chuckled a little, standing in front of the backdrop and striking a few practice poses as he took the test shots and adjusted things. Once the lights were perfect and he gave her the go, she really turned it on. Her smile faded into a perfect pout, expression sultry. Shoulders back, chin up, hair over one shoulder, hands on her hips. Then she shifted, her back to him. She arched her back, popped her butt out, looked at the camera over her shoulder with that same sultry expression. She was going to give him plenty to work with.

Cesare took the pictures, moving around the room, shooting her mostly from a lower angle to make sure that her sheer force was visible in the pictures. He loved those kinds of pictures the most, knowing that most of his models felt empowered when they saw them. “That’s good. Now give me less posing and more movement...”, he said, knowing that most beginner photographers were looking for specific poses to recreate, but he had learned that freezing movement was so much better and looked so much better as if the model was almost reaching out of the page. “Just like that, now squat down and let your fingertips travel up and down your legs”, he said, readjusting lights before he laid down on the floor to take picture after picture, almost feeling her confidence radiating from these pictures he saw on the small backscreen.

Sherrie wasn’t blind, nor was she naive. She could immediately tell the effect that she had on Cesare, and it made her smirk. “Thank you darling.” She flashed him a wink, tongue flicking out over her red painted lips as she made her way towards the backdrop. Who knew what would happen today. She didn’t expect to give her very hot photographer a hardon- or at least not so early in the night. She wasn’t even in lingerie yet, or naked. She wondered if he’d be able to control himself. “How do you want me?”

Her question was a dangerous one. He already had a long list of positions in mind in which he wanted her. Her body was much too tempting for her own and his good, but first the job and then the fun. “First I’d like your fashion poses, something sexy and sultry is never wrong”, he said, lifting his camera up to his eye, shooting some test pictures to figure out the best lighting, shifting some lights or changing the intensity until he was finally satisfied. “And now go full force...show me that you can rock the cover of vogue”

as requested. feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

“I’m going to kis–kick your ass!”

“You can’t sleep with him/her/them! You’ll get your heart broken–and then I’ll automatically win, and that’s no fun.”

“I’m considering letting you win…”

“If you lose, you have to do anything I want.”

“Stop squirming! You can’t beat me if you have a cut like that.”

“I’d do anything to……win.”

“How did you trip over thin air, dumbass?! Be quiet, I’ll carry you somewhere.”

“I challenge you to a duel! With my tongue/mouth.”

“I bet I can kiss better than you can!”

“Wow, you’re really dumb…PFFT…bet you won’t take off your shirt…chicken.”

“I can’t believe I have to share a room with you before our competition.”

“Try to beat MY handholding skills.”

“Contest: whoever comes up with the most ways to say ‘I love you’ wins.”

“Ha! You’re definitely the fastest.”

“Scared, ___?”

“I was joking…why would you actually try to jump over that fence?”

“Don’t do anything stupid!”

“FINE. If you win, I’ll go out/sleep/make out with you.”

“You have about as much of a chance at winning as you do of getting a kiss from me.”

“I don’t want to lose to anyone else but you!”

“STRIPPING CONTEST.”

“If you get it right, I’ll let you take a break.”

“Are you too scared to skinny dip?!”

“Think you can handle my thoughtful love notes?! You’re in for a shocker.”

“I’ve always spent so much time practicing/studying/exercising/etc. that I’ve never had a real boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other before.”

“For a newbie, you’re kinda cute.”

“Hey, stop with the puppy eyes! I won fair and square.”

“No, YOU’RE the cutest.”

“Time for a staring contest! I’m totally the king/queen/ruler of them.”

“Can we end practice? It’s really hot in here.”

“Oh you wanna trash talk huh? Well-uh–your lips–a-are really soft-looking–”

Sherrie stepped into the apartment, glancing around and adjusting the bag on her arms. She did have quite a few outfits picked out… some beautiful dresses, plenty of lingerie, a few men’s shirts to go with the lingerie… and then at some point, she wouldn’t really need any clothes at all. She made her way towards the bathroom, smiling at him over her shoulder in thanks before shutting herself inside. 

The first dress she changed into was a short, backless black dress. The angle she was going for with it was like Mr and Mrs. Smith, how Angelina Jolie looked in that poster. She added the stockings and the garters, topping off the look with a pair of heels, and she walked back out into the room. She flashed him a small smirk, twirling for him. “Well?”

It didn’t take him long to set up the lights, knowing pretty well what he needed if he wanted to make her look best. It was a matter of experience and then a little trial and error once she was in front of the white backdrop. Once she appeared in the doorframe to his atelier, his eyes were lighting up with desire. He knew that he had a pretty bad reputation when it came to his record of fucking his models and word had probably spread amongst the model platform that he loved ending his shoots with a bang that mostly included pictures of his models with cum dripping from their pussies, pictures he always kept private and yet they were his most valuable and prized possessions. “You look stunning”, he said, licking his lips, his heavy camera-setup in hand as he felt how his cock grew harder and harder in his pants, the bulge being visible. “I think the light setup is ok, but I’d like to try some things first”, he said, pointing her into the backdrop, knowing that this would be a really fun day and maybe even night too.

as requested by anon. feel free to change pronouns or anything else ! part one: x

“I can’t see you anymore…my family doesn’t approve of you.”

“We’re like Romeo and Juliet.” / “Romeo and Juliet sucked.”

“Someone saw us last night…it’s all over town.”

“Would it really be so bad if we got caught? I want everyone to know that I’m in love with you.”

“My parents aren’t coming to our wedding.”

“I’d do anything to just be with you and not have to worry.”

“Sneaking around is kind of fun.”

“This–you and me–it was a long shot.”

“I know you’re just dating him/her/them for show, but I still hate seeing you two together.”

“Would one night out with me really be so bad?”

“I can’t do this anymore. Either we get together and let the world know, or…we break up.”

“Please don’t go–I’ll tell them soon, I promise.”

“You’re not the kind of person I thought you’d be…I like that.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Meet me out back with some champagne.”

“I’m not allowed to see you anymore…”

“I LOVE YOU! And I don’t care who hears me!”

“Maybe it will work out for us in another life.”

“You’ve turned my world upside down. And…it’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I should have listened to what everyone was telling me…they knew I’d get hurt, and they were right.”

“Don’t you ever just want to take a risk?”

“I’m only dating you because it causes scandal.”

“Let’s get in the car and drive and only stop once we’re far, far away from here.”

“I wish I could run away with you. But I can’t.”

“I’m sorry for what they said about you, but I’m not like them. I love you.”

Requested by Anonymous. I hope this meets your expectations, it took me a bit to work out what you meant. Noncon / Dubcon and controlling themes apply, up to you for interpretation.

“You aren’t going anywhere.”

“Didn’t you hear me? I said don’t move.”

“I said open your mouth, and if you bite me, I’ll punish you again.”

“Don’t cum yet.”

“If you didn’t keep squirming I wouldn’t have to tie you down.”

“Put your arms over your head, we’re using the shackles tonight.”

“I want you to ‘forget’ your underwear on our date.”

“You don’t cum until I say you can.”

“Don’t bother wearing clothes when you’re at home.”

“I don’t care what you’re doing, send a picture right now.”

“These toys are mine, not yours.”

“It’s so hot, knowing you have (that harness/those ropes/those lingerie) under your clothes.”

“Did you take your collar off?”

“Just for that, we’re using the numbing lube tonight.”

“Put this on.”

“No, no, we aren’t doing that yet.”

“I didn’t say stop.”

“Put your hands back where they belong.”

“Close your mouth, you’re making too much noise.”

It was pretty common knowledge that Sherrie was beautiful. Dark hair, dark eyes, gorgeous skin, a great body… if she didn’t have such an interest in business, she would have made a terrific model. But then, she realized, why not pursue both career paths? A secretary job during the day for the money, and then modeling to create something… beautiful. That, and how cool would it be to have a modelling portfolio on her resume or something? That would certainly impress any future employers. 

She rode up to Cesare’s apartment in the elevator, a smile forming on her face as the doors opened to reveal him. He was absolutely gorgeous, like he should’ve been the one modeling for these pictures. “Oh you’re fine. I just have a knack for being extremely on time or early… part of the whole secretary thing.” Sherrie wrinkled her nose. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Cesare had picked her for many reasons. She had a ravishingly beautiful body, a pretty face and it had almost pained him to see the terrible terrible pictures some amateur photographers had taken of her. He knew that many models were stuck with mediocre photographers to gain their first experiences and a woman like Sherrie deserved better pictures and that’s why he offered her this shooting, knowing that she had brought different outfits, but they both knew that once they were done shooting what she had wanted before they would go for what he was looking for the most, some beautiful black and white pictures of her naked or barely clothed body on all the different surfaces he had available in his home.

“Well … I had heard something … to the effect of …” Bear replied a little sheepishly. Then he shrugged lightly. “I’m sure whatever you are doing, you are a success. That was always sort of your thing, right? Being a success.” She just never defined success as someone like him. No matter how much it hurt, he accepted that.

“Sounds like you have some nice holidays ahead. I have no doubt your family is happy to do it up properly for you. Really show you hometown Christmas. Will you come to the tree lighting?” Then he burst out laughing, “Ah no. Small town boys like me aren’t exactly hot commodities on the dating market. Too boring. Always been my downfall, right?”

“I try to be...”, she said, knowing that she wasn’t as successful as he made it look like. She loved her job and the way she could help others but that didn’t mean that she was making a load of money, no matter how busy her patients kept her. “Mom has already made a detailed plan of what has to happen when, including the tree lighting and the mandatory stroll over the Christmas fair including a stop for a glühwein”, she said, remembering the nights they had spent at that fair, with his arms wrapped around her tightly to keep her warm while they were waiting for the tree to lighten up. Those were some of her fondest memories of home and she wondered why they had lost contact.