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#but anyway i have a piss kink and so it was a little weird
bonny-kookoo · 6 months
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Jungkook
TERRITORIAL. | Softcore
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"Don't worry- I'll take it real slow with you so you know I mean it."
Tags/Warnings: Punk!Jungkook, Wolf!Jungkook, Good girl!Reader, Dom!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, Corruption kink, strangers to crushes to lovers, Fluff, Adult themes
+ Additional Tags/Warnings: none, some flirting?
Length: who's counting anyways
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"Damn, who's pissed in your breakfast this morning?" Jimin laughs, trying to joke- but it's clear that Jungkook is genuinely angry with his packmate, heated glare sent his way.
"I told you, you were being too mean yesterday!" Hoseok scolds, smacking the younger wolf on the back of his head. "Now you ruined jungkookie's fun last night." He mumbles, looking at the youngest apologetically-
Though the wolf sits up almost proudly, a sly smile growing on his lips as he chews his food.
"Looks like he still got his dick wet." Jimin laughs, making Jungkook growl.
"I wasn't out to get my dick wet you dog!" He argues, before crossing his arms. "Was just.. driving around." He shrugs.
"You." Taehyung raises a brown before he sits down at the table as well. "Just driving around." He continues, making the youngest roll his eyes.
"You act like I'm always up to something." He accuses, before his phone buzzes on the table, quickly snatched away by Jimin who grins brightly while fighting against Jungkook's reaching hands.
"Movie sounds great, do you have one in mind?" He reads the message out loud. "Oooh, Jungkookie has an actual date?!" He exclaims, before the youngest wolf can snatch his phone back.
"Shut up." He growls, before he gets up to put on his jacket and boots, turning around once more. "Don't fuck this up for me. Next time you see us, just shut your mouth." He requests awfully.. nervously almost, before he leaves, door closing behind him.
"You think he's found someone he likes?" Taehyung wonders, pulling Jungkook's leftovers toward him.
"Looks like it." Hoseok shrugs.
"Huh." Jimin huffs, leaning bag with an almost proud smile. "Would you look at that."
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Your apartment is cozy, small but very inviting, and most of all- it smells like you and you only, something that Jungkook enjoys a lot.
"Do you want me to dry your jacket?" You wonder, looking at him carefully taking off his wet jacket, since it's been pouring outside. Only now do you notice that, once he pulls off his beanie, it's the first time you see him like that.
Damn. Those tattoos really paint a full sleeve and some.
Not to mention the fact that his black sleeveless top hugs his body so tightly that it leaves almost nothing to the imagination- and in a way, that makes you a bit self-conscious. He seems like someone who works out a lot and often- would he think of you as less attractive once he notices you hide no defined physique underneath your clothes, but small rolls and chubby thighs?
Maybe. Maybe this is a bad idea.
Interestingly enough, it seems like Jungkook notices your change in mood- posture changing to appear less threatening to you, tail waving a little behind him to add to the appearance. It helps- if just a little.
"I mean- sure? If it's not a bother.." He answers your question, making you nod before you take the heavy jacket from him, glad to have something to distract yourself with.
"You can.. sit down? Or, I don't know- raid my fridge." You joke a bit stiff, before you flee the scene, hanging his jacket up in your little laundry room where your dryer has already warmed up the air, everything smelling of your favorite fabric softener. You actually sometimes take a nap in here, especially during winter- you're not sure why, but the smells and warmth offers you the bestest naps, especially when you sleep on your thick feather filled quilt.
It's an odd habit. Will he think you're weird if he finds out about that?
Once you return to your living room and kitchen space, you find Jungkook already looking inside the fridge, scanning the different snacks and drinks in there, visibly curious as his tail stands high. You can't help it, in that moment-
sneakily tugging just a little on the very tip, causing him to snap around, startled.
"Sorry!" You apologize immediately, shrinking back a little. "I- that was rude-" You start, when he wags his tail so much it smacks against the open fridge door, his laughter ringing through the small space of the apartment.
"No worries, was just caught off guard-" He reassures with a grin. "-you're really quiet. And those ears work really well!" He jokes, pointing to his pierced ear.
"Should I be louder then?" You wonder, reaching past him for a bottle of water. "So you can hear me?" You ask, and he looks at you for a second, before he chuckles, throwing his head back.
"You're so cute!" He barks out, before he closes your fridge, following you back towards your couch. And there, you sit as if you're being scolded almost- hugging your legs in the very corner, too shy to really be comfortable around him, and of course- he notices.
"What's making you uncomfortable right now?" He wonders, zapping through the recommended shows on your TV.
"Huh?" You ask, looking at him. "Nothing. I'm fine!" You laugh, though even that sounds more like you're just trying to pacify him, and it reminds him of one of his packmates' mates, back when she first met the whole group.
You're acting very similar. Intimidated, unsure where your place is. Trying not to step out of line.
"Hm, you're not." He chuckles, sitting back a little more relaxed. "Is it the tattoos? They're off-putting to some, my mom doesn't like them either." He chuckles, trying to ease the tension- something he craves out of pure instinct, because, considering his interest in you, he can't have his possible future mate be this uneasy around him.
He's supposed to be your person of safety and protection, someone you can and want to rely on- not someone you're scared of, in any way.
"No- not really." You shake your head, looking at them from the distance, noticing the colors and intricate details in some parts. "Just.. I don't know." You mumble.
"Is it the muscle?" He wonders, head tilting to the side a bit, and when you look away and adjust your position a little, he clicks his tongue. "Ah, please don't worry. I know how to control my strength!" He jokes playfully, but you shake your head. "No?"
"It's not.. that, at least not really?" You wonder, deciding that you better rip off the bandaid right now so it'll hurt less later. "You're just.. you look really fit, and I'm not. I'm lazy." You explain, without any demeaning tone thrown at yourself. "I don't really do any.. working out." You say, and he shrugs.
"Fine by me. It's your body, not mine." He offers, and you're unsure what to think about that statement.
Growing up, you learned from both your family and past friendships and relationships even, that every sentence uttered by mankind has some sort of second meaning. It created some sort of imposter syndrome for you in a way, as if every praise and compliment had some sort of background to it. Like you didn't deserve it- and people were simply too nice to tell you that blunt and openly.
So maybe it's not him saying that it's your choice and he doesn't mind it- but him saying that he's simply aware of the fact that he can't force you to do anything, but that he's glad he's not in your place. It's a far reach, and you know this- but the petty demon inside your head just won't shut up, ever.
Luckily however, the wolf next to you on the couch seems to have telepathic powers or something- or maybe he can smell your feelings? Because he immediately adds something to his words to soften up his statement. "The most important thing for me is that you're healthy and happy. I don't need anything else, really." He smiles encouragingly, and you shrug, before nodding.
"I guess." You just mumble, letting the awkward silence wash over you both while Jungkook chooses a movie, logging into his own account on your streaming service- something you notice. "You can just buy it-" You say, but he chuckles.
"Nop. Let me do that- I'd feel bad otherwise." He explains, buying the movie with his own money. So his last name is Jeon? You really didn't mean to look at it, but it's hard not to. It's when the movie starts that he leans a bit more onto your little sofa, opening his arms. "Can we cuddle?" He wonders, and you look at him a bit like a deer in the headlights. "I promise my friend down there will behave. I just wanna have you close- is that okay?" He wonders, and you shrug, unsure how to approach it.
Considering how long you've been living by yourself, you feel like you forgot how to properly.. cuddle at all. And it's like you just realize that right now- when was the last time you hugged someone? Held someone's hand? Or just sat close to someone else?
"You don't have to. I just.. wanna make you feel more at ease." He softly says, pausing the movie on the TV. "If you're not ready to be this close to me yet that's fine, and understandable. We can try another time-" He starts, but you shake your head.
"I just.. I've been living alone for a while now." You say, opening up at least a little bit. "I'm.. I don't know, it feels awkward now." You admit, and he nods, soaking up the info you give him.
"Alright, I can work with that." He smiles. "We can take it slow and easy, no issues." He shrugs, setting down his hands again.
And that's where they stay, as you both simply watch the movie-
Jungkook quietly leaving after you fall asleep, but not before putting a blanket from the couch over your body.
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"I can't promise you they won't be weird-" Jungkook chuckles through the speaker in your helmet- a new one now, that you suspect he might've bought just for you, because it's a lot smaller and fits way better than the other one you've been given before. "-but I'll keep them in check." he reassures you.
"Are you like, the leader?" You wonder, unsure, and he chuckles again, stopping at a red light.
"No, I'll tell you who's who when we're there- I'm just a regular member, nothing more nothing less." He shrugs, one of his hands leaving the handle of his bike to rest on your thigh next to his leg, running up and down absentmindedly. "Is that okay? Or too much?" He asks, looking back for a second, though you can't see his face with the helmet covering his head entirely.
"That's fine." You say, genuinely meaning it- and you can't see it, but he's grinning brightly at this small step forwards, tail wagging. He's noticed you leaning against his back a lot more this time, slowly seeming to grow more comfortable on his bike, even so much so that you've begun to instinctively sit in the proper way to make driving easy for him.
And he also really enjoys you clinging onto him not in fear but comfort- but that's besides the main point.
The moment you arrive, everyone already standing around with their own bikes or by themselves, it's very clear that Jungkook's whole.. adventures with you has made the round. People are whistling and laughing, but it's also clear that it's just to tease him, and not in bad nature. You can even hear someone cooing when Jungkook reaches out to help you take your helmet off, bike standing secure on the kickstand, his own helmet already having been taken off. "Don't mind them. I'm the youngest of the pack." He admits, and you nod, smiling.
"You'll handle it, I'm sure." You agree, and he grins proudly, before he helps you get off the bike.
"Oh look at them, this is so cute!" Someone laughs, commenting probably on the fact that Jungkook had taken your hand in his to maybe offer you some extra security- something you appreciate.
"Please stop, you're scaring her off." He whines, as someone walks up beside you.
"Jungkook's right. Leave him be." A tall guy says, before he looks at you kindly. "I'm namjoon- not sure if he's told you already, but I'm the pack leader here " he offers, and you nod in greeting, smiling back. "I hope he treats you well- if not I'm gonna have to have a word with him." He jokingly threatens, making Jungkook roll his eyes.
"I'm treating her very well, thanks for asking." He snaps back, and you can't help but giggle a little at the banter they're both participating in.
Up close and personal like this, the whole pack of wolves doesn't actually feel all that threatening.
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They're clearly playing around with him, teasing whenever he does anything considered affectionate towards you, and it's almost cute to see him glare at his friends for it. What makes you even happier is the fact that he doesn't mind being seen- he still makes sure you're always comfortable, checks in if you want to leave or if you're cold or if you're tired.
Right now, he's got you sat on his thigh, as he's sitting on the sidewalk- when there seems to be some tension rising, multiple wolves now moving to stand almost protectively in front of the rest. "Hey- stay here for a second yeah? I'll just check what's up." He says, helping you stand near his bike, before he leaves to do just what he said.
The way his tail suddenly rises, standing straight back, shows you that he's in an aggressive-defensive stance.
Somethings going on.
But it's resolved with simple glares from the pack, as Jungkook returns later to offer you your helmet. "Let's get you home, okay?" He says, and you nod, letting him help you with the helmet itself. "Don't worry, by the way. There's just some tension- and I'd like to.. not have you in the crossfire." He chuckles.
That's a nice thing to do, actually. He seems very much interested in your well-being, and that's new to you. But it's nice. Feeling like you're special.
Back at your home, he's helping you off his bike, taking the helmet from you- and you can't help yourself, as you unhook his own helmet with a click, before you slip it off his head, and lean in to kiss him.
It's a quick one, his helmet pushed into his hands as you run off into your home-
One look back making you laugh, as you see him frozen it appears like, tail wildly wagging behind him.
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He's awfully cocky next time he visits you, instantly leaning down as you open the door to let him in. "What? Do I only get goodbye-kisses?" He complains, and you giggle, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
And he growls at that, though his wagging tail reassures you there's no anger behind it.
"You have to earn it." You say, and he glares at you.
"Isn't my giant crush on you enough?" He wonders, and you laugh.
"Maybe?" You shrug, putting on your jacket. "Well.. I'll think about it after the date." You tease and he grins.
"Well in that case, I'll be getting a ton of kisses after tonight." He beams at you, proudly so.
And you're sure of it.
He already earned himself quite a few.
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megamindsecretlair · 11 days
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What You Deserve, Part 2
Pairing: Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Toxic filth. Infidelity. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female and male receiving) , fingering (female receiving) teasing/mocking, cum play, dirty talk, praise kink, Daddy kink, all consensual.
Summary: Getting into an argument with your husband has you question several things about your relationship. You know you shouldn't, but you turn to Stunna anyway.
Word Count: 4,482k
Part 1
A/N: The brainrot is REAL. REAL I SAY!!!! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!
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“What the fuck is this?” You asked, following your husband around your room as he packed. He threw down a couple of socks on top of the neat pile he was making. He shook his head and you couldn’t help noticing how small it was in proportion to his body.
He worked out and kept himself fit but it wasn’t for your benefit. He just liked to look good. And you were feeling petty so everything now was small on him. His head, his beady little eyes, and his tiny ass hands. 
“I can’t say no, babe,” he said. He looked at you briefly, like that was supposed to help, and went into the bathroom to collect his travel pouch. He unzipped it, diving through its contents, oblivious to the roller coaster of emotions shooting through you.
“You promised to attend the twins’ play this week. Not to mention, you promised to take them to the aquarium. You can’t do that to them and then make me the villain, having to tell them that you can’t make your promises,” you said. 
You felt like screaming. How was it that he was the smartest man at his company, responsible for…whatever financial crap he’s into and he couldn’t see what an asshole he was being? 
“I have this job so they have the chance to do these dumbass plays. Record it for me,” he said. 
“Want to try that again?” You asked, crossing your arms. 
Your husband rolled his neck and gave you the infamous grimace. The one that told you that he didn’t like this conversation or where it was headed. The one that usually told you to back off before he shut down completely and did some passive aggressive shit that only pissed you off. Now you were both mad and he was sleeping in the guest room. And you’d have to hide it from your incredibly smart twins. 
“I appreciate all that you do, truly. But one day you’re going to wake up, they’re going to be older, and all they remember is that you were gone all the time,” you said. 
Your husband sighed and stepped closer to you. He put his hands on your elbows and rubbed them, looking into your eyes. “I hear you. I had every intention of going to their plays and taking them to the aquarium. These things just keep coming up,” he said.
You pulled out of his embrace. After what you did with Stunna last week, you hadn’t felt like touching your husband. You had been in a weird headspace, caught between feeling guilty and liberated. Besides, you were mad at Baby Hands right now and didn’t feel like faking the funk today.
“I’ll be sure to tell our five year olds that these things keep coming up. I’m sure they’ll understand,” you said.
“Don’t use them to fight with me,” he said. 
You took a deep breath, ready to launch into what an ungrateful bastard he was. Times like these only highlighted what a stark difference kids made to people’s lives. In the beginning, you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. Now, you wanted to scratch his eyes out more than you wanted to kiss him. 
What was the point? Realizing that, you deflated. Why were you fighting so damn hard for this shit when he clearly couldn’t be bothered? 
“Have a safe trip,” you finally said. Your husband’s nose flared and you turned around before he could read the disgust on your face. You hated when he did that shit. He was like a toddler sometimes. Only a toddler actually expressed themselves. You were exhausted and didn’t have the fucking energy.
You focused on getting the twins together. It was important that they learned to value their free time. That it was okay to have moments where things weren’t scheduled and they could choose what they wanted to do. 
Noah usually chose reading, preferring to get lost in his Captain Underpants books. You were surprised they were still around but once he saw the books, Noah got all fired up. It was getting harder to find appropriate books for his age that he hadn’t already read. 
Naomi, on the other hand, liked her baby dolls. You made it a point to buy her Black ones and teach her to love her skin. You popped your head in on her and watched as she was playing some rendition of a beauty salon. She was chattering away and you smiled at her creativity. 
With all things said, your husband was an ass but he gave you your kids. You couldn’t hate him for that. You just wished he’d do better. Once they found out that their dad pulled out of plans, again, their little faces would eat you up. 
That night, when everyone was fed and in bed, you were in the living room enjoying your little bit of free time. You were on your phone, scrolling through mindless shit on Facebook. You held a glass of red wine and sipped it, scrolling through someone’s vacation photos. 
It’d been a while since your husband took you on a vacation. Not since…well, since before the kids were born. Had it really been that long? 
No wonder you invited a total stranger into your home and in your pants. Your life was good, safe, but boring as hell. Your friends were all out living their lives and you weren’t always able to link up with them. They were childless so they didn’t want to hang around a house full of kids. 
The mom friends you did make were not into the same shit you were. They wanted book clubs and wine hangouts. Anything that they didn’t have to stray too far from their homes, a call or hop away from their respective families. You were stuck and in need of some entertainment. 
Your fingers seemed to move to your text messages of their own accord. Your fingers flew to a new message and typed in Stunna’s name. You were facing away from the staircase and no one should be up and creeping around, but you still looked up to make sure you were alone. 
It was really late. You shouldn’t be entertaining this. Your husband’s words scrolled through your mind, mixed with the wine you consumed, and you were typing the message before you could truly think about it. 
You sent the message and waited anxiously. You flipped your phone over and placed it on the arm of the couch like it was a bomb ready to explode. This was insane. He now had your number. 
You picked your phone up and began a new message, telling him that you were tipsy and shouldn’t have sent that. 
Stunna: Was wondering how long you were gonna take. Fingers ain’t working?
You: Shut up!
Stunna: Ain’t the same huh? 🤤
You put the phone down and rubbed your hands on your pants. You felt incredibly sensitive, out of body, or too aware. Something was off but you couldn’t pin down what. A flash of heat made you fan yourself. Nothing even happened and you were already hot and bothered. It’d been so long since you were horny that you didn’t recognize the signs right away. 
Truth be told, you hadn’t had a chance to take care of yourself. Your days were scheduled around getting the twins ready for their play, running lines, making sure they did their homework, and getting food together. You didn’t have a chance to think about it all week.
Now you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Couldn’t stop rubbing your thighs together and picturing Stunna’s face smiling down at you. Picture how he looked fucking you on the kitchen table. You hadn’t been able to look at it the same all week. 
You topped off your wine and then went up to your bathroom, running a bath while you continued to text with Stunna. He had plenty of innuendos for you, but was a surprisingly great conversationalist. When he wasn’t being nasty, he was giving great tips on new foods to try. Like chicken fried steak with cheesy potatoes and broccoli. 
The hot water was heaven on your body and your eucalyptus soap worked wonders for stress. Breathing in the earthy scent cleared your worries about your stupid husband and this unplanned trip. You texted back and forth with Stunna while you soaped up and continued to drink wine. 
You did place the phone down at one point and took care of your needs, getting yourself off to flashbacks of what you shared with Stunna. It was an incredible orgasm, but the bastard was right, it wasn’t the same. 
You finally signed off with Stunna and got ready for bed yourself. You looked over your husband’s travel bags. The idiot didn’t know it, but you always double checked to make sure he had everything. He had draped his suit jacket over the suitcase and you rolled your eyes. This man loved wrinkles apparently.
You lifted it and a piece of paper fell out. You picked it up, curiosity getting the best of you. The ticket was for Miami and you pouted. You would’ve loved to visit Miami. Just because he had to work, didn’t mean that you couldn’t have gone as well and had fun with him in his off hours. Punk.  
You refolded the paper and hung up his jacket. Then you placed the paper in his jacket. Something solid knocked against your hand. Inside, there was a phone that you didn’t recognize. Did he have a work phone? 
As long as you’d known him, he only used his regular cell phone for work. He was glued to it, constantly on it looking at financial reports, accounting discrepancies, and whatever else you zoned out about his work. So what the hell was he doing with a second phone? 
You wanted to wake his ass up and demand answers. Maybe his job did give him a second phone and you had mentally checked out about it. You bit your cheek. You were just flirting with Stunna by phone, dodging his questions about coming over and helping some more. Plus, you cheated on him. Could you really be mad if he did the same?
Yes. Because that happened last week. If your husband had an extra phone, who knows how long he’d been entertaining that bitch while you were taking care of his kids. The disrespect was what got you. You placed the phone back in his pocket, unsure what else to think of it. 
Heat roared in your chest. Too full of simmering anger. You needed more evidence. You needed something other than a new phone to confront him with. You slipped into bed, looking at his sleeping form, wondering who the fuck you married. 
The next day, you sent your husband off to the airport while he hugged and kissed your crying kids. You kissed his cheek, but otherwise didn’t have two words to give him. Whether or not he noticed, he didn’t say anything as he climbed into the cab with his travel bags. 
You wiped your kids’ tears and told them that you’d take them to the aquarium yourself and they could make pictures about what they saw, so they could tell their father when he came home. You drove them to school and when you came back, you had a few hours to kill before you had to get food started. 
You were still feeling petty. And hurt. And horny. And there were too many thoughts running through your head. You pulled out your phone and called up Stunna, cursing yourself the whole way. You weren’t ready to snoop yet. You weren’t ready to face the notion that your marriage was likely over. 
Stunna answered on the second ring. “Must be my lucky day to hear from an angel,” he said. 
“You busy?” You asked. You needed your brain quiet. You needed your brains fucked right out of you. And the only one able to help you was Stunna. You realized that you were a hypocrite. You couldn’t be mad at your husband for cheating if you were willing to do the same. The difference was, you had still been trying to make it work with someone who’d checked out a long time ago. 
“Never too busy for you,” he said. He sounded like he was in the middle of driving. You heard rushing wind and faint music playing. 
“I need dick,” you said. 
Stunna’s smooth chuckle sent a tingle right down to your pussy. It throbbed and you shifted your footing, already getting worked up. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be over in a few,” he said. 
He hung up with a final goodbye and you smiled, biting your lip and thinking about getting fucked. You ran upstairs to put on something sexy. One of the forgotten lingerie sets that you bought in hopes of using it on your husband. 
His loss. You should be upset. Angry. Pissed. Vengeful. Right now, you couldn’t think past Stunna’s magical dick and how you were using it as a cure-all. He said to use him right? That’s all this was. Something to clear out the pipes before you went into investigating your own husband like a criminal. 
You shimmied into the red, lacy bra and panties set and looked at yourself in the mirror. You had stopped caring about your body after a while. You’d always been a big girl with a tummy and thick, jiggly thighs. You could use some turns around the gym. Nope. You weren’t going to do that.
You were a mother and your body was still banging. Just a little more fleshed out. You had a body that screamed that you were alive. 
The doorbell rang, shaking you from your thoughts, and you slipped on a matching red robe with black trim. You stepped down the stairs and looked in the peephole. Stunna leaned against the door frame. A thrill shot through you. Even looking at him through the peephole got you excited. You had it bad for this man. 
You opened it and Stunna lowered his glasses. He looked at your robe, mouth curving into a smile. “I have a dick delivery for uh–”
You howled with laughter as you let him in and closed the door behind him. He turned to you, taking off his glasses completely. He looked damn good, standing there in a Black polo shirt and dark jeans. Good enough to devour. 
He grinned at you, stalking towards you and pushing you against the front door. “Missed Daddy?” 
He leaned down and kissed you, moving on to your neck. His hands came around to grab your hips, squeezing them. Then his hands moved to your ass, cupping the globes in his big hands and jiggling them. 
“Yes,” you moaned, holding onto his shoulders. Already you felt yourself climbing out of a numb hole you’d sunken into last night discovering the phone. You didn’t want your imagination to run wild, to immediately suspect him of cheating on you. But you couldn’t help the gnawing pit in your stomach. 
You didn’t want to think about that right now anyway. You lifted your leg and rubbed yourself against Stunna like a cat. He moaned, lips vibrating against your neck. You wanted more. You wanted him to do more. No hesitation. 
You grabbed his hand, giving him a wink, and then tugged him upstairs. You bypassed your room and headed into the guest room. Inside, you were guilt free. Inside, you were just a woman enjoying a man’s body. 
You kissed Stunna, taking off his shirt while you did so. You separated briefly, to tug it over his head, and then went back to kissing. It was sloppy and messy. Teeth scraping against each other because you weren’t close enough. 
You went to work on his pants, but Stunna chuckled and stopped you. “Hol’ on, hol’ on,” he said. He stilled your hands. “You really miss me or you trynna prove something?” He asked. 
“I really missed you,” you said. You were not doing this in retaliation for your husband. You didn’t know if Baby Hands really was cheating. But you knew that Stunna could get you there. Could give you a wild experience like last time. 
“Good. Get on them knees and show me then,” he said. He took off his jeans and briefs, freeing his long, glorious dick. You licked your lips at seeing it. Your memories were a poor substitute for the real thing.
Stunna pulled you towards the bed and sat down on the corner. He widened his legs, man spreading all over the bed and you eagerly dropped to your knees. You’d proudly suck his dick. Proudly. You had no shame whatsoever right now. You felt wanton and needy. And it felt fucking amazing.
You kissed up his dick and watched a feral gleam enter Stunna’s dark eyes. He smirked and you lowered your lips onto him, suckling him. He groaned and shifted, giving you a better angle to take him down as far as you could take him. 
You sucked and slurped on his dick, drooling leaking down so you could rub him in the area your mouth couldn’t reach. He moaned, throwing his head back. “Fuck, just like that,” he said. You loved the feedback.
It turned you on. Arousal dripped out of you knowing that he was enjoying himself. Enjoying sex with you. You bobbed your head faster, gluck-glucking your way into that nut you wanted from him. 
His hands dug into your hair, palming your head and pulling you down faster on his dick. His moans increased, and you focused on trying to keep up and not gag. “Gahh damn. You ain’t tell me you had a throat like this,” he moaned. He tapped a free hand against your cheek and you moaned. He could do anything he fucking wanted with your body. 
You slurped his thick head and he jerked his hips, cum splashing down your throat. You sucked him all down, licking up runaway drops on your lips. Stunna watched you clean your mouth and he smirked. 
“Nasty ass. Get up on this bed and sit on my face,” he said. He went to lean down and you shook your head.
“No, no, no, no way,” you said. You’d never sat on a man’s face before. You couldn’t possibly. He’d die. 
He leaned on his elbows and you had to take a moment to admire the Statue of David. He was chiseled in all the right places. Sculpted. You had to admire God’s handiwork, he took his time with this one. 
“I want that fat pussy on my face. Now,” he said. 
Your pussy throbbed at his command and you giggled nervously as you climbed onto the bed. Stunna leaned back and laid down. You straddled his face and he asked if you were comfortable. At your nod, he moved your panties to the side and began to lick you and you moaned, clutching his head and leaning forward onto the bed. 
His tongue lapped up all of the essence that leaked out while you were giving him head. He moaned, digging in deeper. He alternated licking, flicking, and sucking until he found a nice rhythm and attacked your clit with a single-minded focus. 
“Oh shit, oh shit,” you moaned. Your hips began to move, riding his face. Thoughts of him suffocating vanished as you rode him, fucking his tongue rather than him fucking you. His hands gripped your ass and he smacked it, the sound loud enough to echo. 
Gasping heaps of breath escaped you as you came, shaking and twitching on top of him. He continued to eat you out, smacking your ass more for good measure. Your legs were noodles now. Too weak to hold yourself up. 
Stunna helped you lean off of him, laying on your side on the bed. You gasped for breath as he rubbed your thighs and ass. His beard was shiny and wet, dripping with your essence. He wiped his mouth, cleaning off most of it. There was still a shiny drop on him. You wiped it away for him and he grabbed your hand, sucking off your thumb. He moaned, one more taste from you. 
“Daddy missed you too, baby. I’m glad you called me,” he said.
“Me too,” you said. 
He climbed to his knees, using your hips to steady him. He lifted your leg and you looked at him while he slapped his dick against your clothed pussy. “So fuckin’ wet, gorgeous. You know I had a dream of fucking you,” he said.
“You did?” You asked. 
He nodded while he moved your panties and lined himself up. He began to push in, sinking his dick into you and watching your face. Your mouth rounded to a perfect ‘O’ and he smirked. You pushed at his stomach. You forgot. He was so damn big. 
He grabbed your hand and pinned it to the bed. He continued to push into you and you moaned, throat going raw with the effort. You used your other hand to push against him, slapping at his chest. His skin was so smooth and delicious. Your hand slid against his sweat-slick skin and he pulled that hand away too. He joined it with your other hand and pinned both above your head. 
“Oh fuck! Daddy, too big,” you moaned.
“Too big? I can’t help that, baby,” he said. He leaned down and kissed you, distracting you from the feel of him stroking deep within you. At this angle, going from the side as he was, you were able to look at him while he fucked you.
And it was a dangerous thing. You loved watching the emotions play over his face. Your wet heat sucked him in more and more until he hit your sweet spot. You cried out, eyes widening. “That’s my spot!” 
“That’s your spot right there?” He asked. 
“Right there!” You looked at him like he really was a statue brought to life. Like someone from a bygone era that studied sex like a true connoisseur. 
Most men would move or stop what they were doing. It was like once you pointed it out, they took it as a personal challenge to do anything but. Not Stunna. He didn’t deviate in the slightest, hitting your spot over and over. He increased his pace, wet sucking filling up the air between his grunts and your moans. 
“Oh fuck yes,” he whispered. “Gonna cum, gonna cum,” he moaned. 
“Ouuueee,” you whimpered. It felt too damn good. You were crying and whimpering, so fucking close. So close, so close, so clo–
You came with a loud cry, shivering on his dick and twitching out of control. Your mind emptied out while he continued to pound into you, hitting that spot that he found. He took a few more strokes before he grunted, releasing his cum inside. You twitched more, feeling stuffed.
Your teeth chattered as you came down. Stunna leaned over and kissed you. You breathed each other in as you panted and huffed. You were a filthy mix of sweat and juices between you. And fuck! You needed that!
“Beautiful, fuckin’ beautiful,” Stunna said and kissed you once more. 
“How do I tip for dick deliveries?” You panted. 
Stunna chuckled and slipped out of you. You groaned as some of his cum spilled out as well. “Tip him by using him more often,” he said. He pulled you into his arms, running his hand up and down your back.
His feverish skin was now a little cold, cooling off from the intense session. You threw your leg over him and he grinned. He was so long, that his hand was able to slip between your legs and play with his cum leaking out of you. You moaned, moving away from him but he held onto you.
He kissed your temple. “Can’t get enough,” he whispered against your head. He fingered you, playing with your clit and your entrance, fucking his fingers deeper and deeper.
“Stunna, Stunna…fuck!” You cried. 
“That’s it. Let yourself go one more time for me,” he said. 
You buried your face into his neck and moaned, moving your hips to fuck his fingers. “That’s it. Keep doing that,” he said. You whimpered, chasing that elusive feeling once more. You were just greedy at this point, fucking yourself with his fingers until you were crying out with another mind-numbing orgasm. 
When you calmed down enough, Stunna withdrew his fingers. He painted your lips with a mix of your climaxes and you opened your mouth to the smell and taste of you combined. You moaned as you sucked on his fingers.
Stunna grinned, kissed you, and then finished cleaning off his fingers. You sighed, watching this amazing man that fell in your lap. Too bad you didn’t meet him first. There would never be a dull moment if Stunna was around. 
“Thank you,” you said and kissed his chest. 
“You ain’t gotta thank me for that. What’s on deck for tonight?” He asked.
“Spaghetti. The twins’ favorite. Their dad…” You trailed off. You didn’t know if you were crossing some kind of line here. The whole reason he was here was to take your mind off of your husband. Not bring up your problems to him. 
“Hey, no pressure. But I’m not intimidated by hearing about your bitch ass husband,” he said. He grinned and you melted, leaning into him while you told him about their dad promising shit and canceling on them at the last minute. You left out the bit about the phone. You weren’t sure what you were going to do about it, but you didn’t need a second opinion just yet.
“Go get cleaned up and I’ll take care of it,” he said.
“No way! I can’t let you give me back to back orgasms and cook my babies some food,” you said. 
“Sure you can. I said use me,” he said. He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your wrist. “I’m a full service delivery boy.”
Your laugh was loud and off-kilter. You covered your mouth but you didn’t stop your wild laughing. He was so stupid and silly and just the type of man you always thought you’d marry. 
“Take a break, clean up, and I’ll see your sexy ass in the kitchen where you’ll get spoiled for once,” he said.
You smiled, cheeks hurting from how good you felt right now. “Or…you could always join me in the shower,” you said. It definitely crossed some sort of line to have sex with him in the shower your husband used that morning. But the hallway bathroom had a shower. 
Stunna grinned. “Lead the way, then,” he said.
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If you need more Stunna, you know where to find him! The Secret Big Stunna Files
Part 1
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Werewolves Love Different
NSFW MDNI 🔞
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wheres that post of the wolf holding flowers?? LOL
for @bunny-extract specifically mwah ♡
cw: werewolf au, piss k♤nk content but not till the end, dog behavior, monster f♤cking, afab! reader, bad dog Soap, 🪢, biting, dry h♤mping, sub?? switch?? Soap, claws, yadda yadda, lewd sorry im ovulating
werewolf courting is probably much easier than Soap makes it, but he needs to be extra sure he does everything right for you
probably starts bringing you bushels of herbs and berries he finds. canid form to be just a little less suspicious if someone sees him. just a giant wolf leaving plants on a doorstep, nothing weird here.
of course you catch him in the act. he is not exactly sneaky, especially when he's marking territory all around your yard. at first you're shooing off a huge dog, the next you're hearing talks from from neighbors about a werewolf lingering around your home
it doesn't take long before the berries turn into flowers. he tried a dead animal or 3 in hopes you'd be excited about fresh food, but he realized you'd prefer some Chinese takeout over a dead forest creature any day.
let's say all his valiant efforts work and he's finally got his own little human to snuggle up with every night.
hes in his human form most, obviously, but that doesn't mean his werewolf tendencies go away at all. 💔
he still sniffs your sweet scent just under your ears, especially if you're hot and sweaty. you smell even sweeter to him then.
he still still kicks his legs when you scratch his happy trail and his mohawk
he still yips and barks at you early in the morning to go on a walk with him, or at least share some breakfast when he gets back
leash trained but would prefer to never be on one. he has too much energy for one anyway 🥺
but all that energy gets him in trouble
whether he's putting that energy into werewolf zoomies at the local field or humping and grinding against anything soft that smells like you. he can't help it, you've been gone to work and he's so worked up 💔
underwear, clothes, plushies, towels, pillows that each have a unique scent he cant get enough of, all for him to rut his cock into. he's not the worst tho, he will clean up after, especially if you scold him.
if you start wagging your finger at him he does that bashful tail wagging and uses those baby blues to win you over. "don't be mad at me I love youuuu" written all over his face
all that energy also gives him a motor mouth when he's buried deep in your cunt. literally can't shut up to save his life
"this where you want it, huh?"
"fuuck.. just got the head in'nd you're squeezin' me already"
"almost- fuck- you look so good from back here.."
"gonna cum before I even get the knot in? really that sensitive, pretty, hm?"
he won't shut up even if you put a muzzle on him. it's a blessing and a curse
you have so many claw marks on your right shoulder from where he grabs you from behind. you probably get a new one every week.
cw piss
terrible marking habit. the outside of your house, your car.. you 💔 its a declaration of love first and foremost. you're his partner! his mate! it's important to him
that's what he says anyway. you're starting to suspect he just has a piss kink given his track record
licks his maw when he's popped his knot right out of you and marks your lower back and thighs
hes more reserved with his marking habits until you're in the shower- of course.
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omg .. thinking about cnc w cartman while being kyle’s gf
they literally DESPISE each other of course, but kyle agrees to share u cuz he thinks it’d be hot !
so ANYWAY back to the cnc .. while cartman fucks u he takes pictures and videos of u and threatens to send them to kyle.
(& little do u know he actually does later on to hold up his part of the deal)
screams in pillow and kicks feet happily
Oh wow 👀
WHY DO I FEEL THE SAME WAY HSJWABKSBSNS I’LL TRY <333
I literally didn’t know how to do this at all (btw this is more or less PWP and you’re on birth control)
Ik it sounds like Kyman but I didn’t specifically try doing Kyman or anything (I DONT SHIP THEM BTW but also I don’t care if y’all do ya know??)
CNC Cartman hcs with reader who's Kyle's gf
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• I DONT KNOW HOW TO WORD THIS SO LIKE- Kyle and Eric have this agreement or something
• Kyle kinda shares you, his gf, with Eric who he absolutely despises. But he thinks it’s hot and Eric gets pussy so he doesn’t give a shit 💀
• Eric has quickies with you in the janitors closet or some enclosed space and sends Kyle pictures of your fucked out face and your pussy when he’s done with you
• He probably makes you ride him and takes a video of it, sending to Kyle to say how pretty you look on his dick
• He’s always trying to get you in all sorts of positions to brag to Kyle about, bragging how he can bend Kyles pretty little gf over whenever he wants and however he wants. He puts you in full Nelson’s for the hell of it, just to show Kyle how much you enjoy being a slut for him
• They get really competitive at times and take turns fucking you to see who can fuck you better.
• Kyle has a h u g e breeding kink and Eric’s big on CNC + dacryphilla. So while Kyles desperately trying to breed you, Eric fucks your mouth until you’re gagging on his cock and crying
• And you love it, Eric treats they treat you like a whore and they both know you love it. Kyles a bit more heavy on praise, saying you’re just a good girl for taking it and how pretty you would look filled with his cum
• You know how Erics always recording y’all and stuff?? He blackmails you with the videos and threatens to send them to Kyle. It’s not like Kyle doesn’t know or doesn’t like the videos-
• It’s that Eric knows it embarrasses you to know that they have such private moments
• ANYWAYS- Eric makes you beg him on your knees not to send them, and then he sends them anyways. He loves you see you on your knees tbh
• He’s also is really big on orgasm denial, he loves seeing you squirm and cry over how frustrated you get from being so close (cough he licks those tears and taunts you for crying cough)
• He makes you give him blowjobs and pushes your head all the way down just to fuck with you and make you gag on him (thanks Jen <33)
• Hear me out, size kink- WITH BOTH OF THEM! You're just so much smaller than themmmm (but not in that weird child way- YALL ARE ADULTS)
• You kinda struggle to ride Eric so he has to grab your hips and fuck you that way sometimes when you get too tired <3333
• The way Kyle fucks you and the Eric fucks you are really different. Eric is a selfish lover, anything and everything does is for his own pleasure or he gets some kind of kick out of it. Kyle puts your pleasure before his own <333 that and he wants to breed you
• Eric probably cums in you and takes a picture to send to Kyle just to piss him off
• Ya know how I said he loves orgasm denial? When he finally lets you cum he keeps going so you get overstimulated. Just loves hearing your cries of “it’s too much! Feels too good-“
• Also also also he loves leaving hickeys on your body, especially on your thighs when you’re wearing a skirt or some shorts
• I said this in some other hcs but it needs to be said again >:( HE MAKES YOU GIVE HIM A BLOWJOB WHILE HE’S EATING AND OCCASIONALLY WILL EAT WITH ONE HAND TO PUSH YOUR HEAD DOWN
• BUT- he does this in front of Kyle and smirks at him while Kyle’s just itching to touch you. IMAGINE THAT HAPPENED IN PUBLIC AND THE ONLY THING HIDING YOU WAS A TABLECLOTH! Kyles literally twitching he’s so horny rn, don’t worry tho- once you’re done with Eric you blow Kyle too and now he doesn’t feel as mad at Eric
• Anywayssss
• In Eric’s opinion, if you’re not crying and your jaw doesn’t hurt when you’re done giving him a blowjob you’re not done yet
• God he’s such a sadist, he loves degrading you and tbh- he likes impact play too
• When Kyle’s fucking you, Eric’s gonna get your attention by tapping your cheek with his dick to signal he wants a blowjob. He wants your attention god damn it >:(
• Anything Kyle does, Eric’s gonna try doing rougher or better. Man you’re gonna be s o r e when they’re done with you
• Imagine- Eric’s fucking you with your face shoved in some pillows and he slaps your ass if you start losing focus on him. Maybe he pulls your hair and leans down next to your ear “We’re not done yet Whore <3”
• Eric feels a lil jealous when Kyle’s fucking you and he knows he shouldn’t, but he just can’t help but love the way you’re such a Whore for him
• But at the end of the day you’re Kyles gf, not his. You’re under Kyles arm and in his bed at the end of the day
• And Eric’s just some asshole who’s friends with Kyle and fucks you really well
I wanted to make it longer but I started giving up 😭
Sorry if it’s not what you wanted hun
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ahhhwomen · 9 months
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Little Kitten
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Trigger Happy AU Part 1
Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
A/N: Okay, I’m not going to lie, I am not very good at writing, and this is the first fanfic I have ever posted on here… however I implore you to give it a try, please. Depending on feedback I may have to make this quite the series….
AU Warnings: Kidnapping, murder, Mommy kink, smut, pet play, death (not main characters), framed murder, violence, drugging, angst, obsession, dub-con/rape-con | Minors DNI
Warnings Part 1: Talk of a dead body, Death by alcohol poisoning (non-relevant character), Insensitivity, Mommy kink, allusions to pet play.
Summary: Police Officer Wanda Maximoff doesn’t like to share.
Word Count: 1168
The way you struggled as she dragged you into her car, was making her go mad.
You were teasing her.
All that kicking and screaming, your nails clawing at her. Not to forget those beautiful tears running down your red cheeks. She wanted to ravish you, tear you apart. You just kept on fighting; you must want it so bad. After all, you knew it made Mommy want to hurt that lovely skin of yours.
She was going to enjoy this.
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“Another drunk?”
Wanda ignored her coworker as she continued to assess the body. The man was laying face down on the sidewalk with a beer bottle in hand. Day old, vomit in amounts that should not be humanly possible, was spewed around him. They showed up increasingly this time of year, idiots.
She brushed the filth off her hands and rose from her crouched-down position. “What else would it be?” She questioned, unimpressed.
The other officer looked defeated, “I don’t know, don’t you think it’s weird?” He shrugged his shoulders. “They have been showing up more and more as of late, shouldn’t we-“ He paused, ”shouldn’t we look into it or something?” Wanda could barely contain her eyes from rolling into her skull. This man was dumber than the guy who drowned in his own vomit.
“We are closing in on summer, which means people are going to get wasted and make foolish decisions much more frequently than what you are used to, newbie.” Having to draw out her sentences like she was talking to a slow child was starting to piss her off.
She huffed as she mentally scanned all the details, writing them down was too much of a hassle, the information was pretty much useless anyways. As soon as it would find its way into a rapport, no one would bother reading it again. Just another stubborn part of the job, paperwork.
Wanda winched, just thinking about it gave her a headache.
“Wrap him up, we are done here.”
She was walking over to her car when something pink caught her eye. You were wearing knee-high stockings, mostly white, but with a strip of pink running along the top.
Wanda slowly dragged her eyes over your figure, still a couple of yards away. There was something about you. Something that begged Wanda to take care of you, to ruin you, and build you back up again.
She opened her car door, making a split-second decision, she picked up her disposable gloves.
Wanda jogged back to where the disposal team was bagging the body and her useless partner was standing around fiddling. “Wait a moment.” Wanda unzipped the body bag, reaching over, she felt around the man’s throat. “Yeah, there is some strange swelling, not often seen with these types of bodies.” Her partner looked over her shoulder, puzzled. “Are you sure?” Wanda nodded.
She could see you slowly make your way over, 15 seconds.
“It’s probably nothing. To be confident, I am going to ask around. Make sure no suspicious activity has been displayed recently.” Her tone signaled finality. That didn’t stop the newbie from trying to question her, however before he could get the words out, she had already closed the body bag, gotten rid of her gloves, and was making her way to you.
“Excuse me, miss!”
You looked up at the officer walking towards you. “Yes? Can I help you?” Your small voice almost made Wanda lose control. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other while standing in front of you. Having to do something with her hands too, she fished out a small notepad from her left pocket and her pen from her right breast pocket.
She hummed “Do you live around here honey?” You nodded, uncertain of what the beautiful officer wanted. A light blush dusted your cheeks at the nickname. Wanda was going to have a field day with you.
A new toy.
“My name is Officer Wanda Maximoff, and I would like to question you regarding what you may have witnessed in this neighborhood the last couple of days. Is now a good time to talk?”
You can’t recall seeing anything, but you figured she would want to question you anyways, so you stayed silent.
Until her question registered, that is.
You almost answered yes, there was just something about the redhead standing in front of you that made you want to comply with her every command. It must be because of her status as an officer of the law. Or so you tell yourself.
“No, I’m sorry. I have a class I need to get to.” Lest you want to be murdered by your new professor, a real hardass. Or so you heard. The woman in front of you smirked, confused you tilted your head. “Is that an issue Officer?”
God, weren’t you just adorable? Looking like such a lost little kitten, in need of a proper handler. “Not at all sweets, just write down your name and address right here,” Wanda handed her notepad and pen over, making sure to point to an appropriate space for you to write. You were clearly too stupid to think for yourself, that was fine. Mommy would do the thinking for you.
Soon.
You handed the notepad back to the Officer. Wanda made sure to memorize your name and address written so beautifully, Y/n. She smiled a little.
It fits you.
She shifted on her legs again, her thighs rubbing together. Refraining from touching you, Wanda pocketed the notes. “I will come by tomorrow, is 10 am all right with you love?” Wanda made sure to lay the nicknames on thick, she couldn’t help herself. The way your eyes turned big and doe-like. She wanted to fuck you right where you stand.
Snapping out of the trance that woman was, you quickly pulled yourself together. “Yes ma’am.” You were happy your mouth remembered to stay respectful even as your mind betrayed you and filled your head with very naughty thoughts of Officer Hot.
Wanda gazed at you with hunger in her eyes. Before she could do anything, however, your phone buzzed. Alarming you to your lateness. You sputtered out apologize as you moved past the redhead, failing to see the smirk that widened as you half sprinted down the road.
Very soon.
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Touchdown - Chapter 12.
Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader
Words 2106
Warnings Some strong language and some smut (masturbation).
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CHAPTER 11.
CHAPTER 12.
“So, we’re in US weekly.” Travis said with a laugh.
“I know, Hannah showed me this morning. Is that okay?”
“Of course, are you okay with it?”
“Yeah, yeah if you are!” You switched your call to your headphones, “I just didn’t want you feeling like a news story had been made out of nothing?”
“Well, I wouldn’t call it nothing!” He chuckled and his voice was calming in your ear.
You stopped walking as you had reached the gym you were heading to, “You know what I mean!”
“I know, I know! But journalists, you know, they’ll make a story out of anything. No offence!”
You laughed, “Anyway, I’m at the gym now.”
“Okay, babygirl.”
You caught your breath, “I’ll call you before I go to bed.”
“Okay, bye.”
You stepped into the stark white building and walked over to the desk so you could sign in. There was a small queue so you joined the back of the line. You looked around the entrance way, seeing if you could spot anyone that you regularly saw working out, when you made eye contact with someone who instantly looked away from you.
“Hi, Tom?”
He awkwardly shifted his feet towards you and lifted his head, “Hey.”
There was an obvious tension but you continued, “I didn’t know you worked out here.”
“Uhh yeah, I just signed up…thought I’d start exercising, you know.”
“Cool!”
There was a pause.
“I didn’t know you worked out here.” His face was unchanging and cold.
You attempted a smile, “Yeah. So, how have you been?”
He almost turned away from you, “Fine. Did your phone break or something?” He shook his head a little with his question.
“Sorry, it’s been a busy weekend, I had to go to Wembley for work-“
“Yeah Wembley. I saw.” He scratched his neck, “You were really busy cuddling up to football players, it seems.”
The tension grew as you studied his face. His expression hadn’t changed but you could sense a hint of anger in his voice.
You gave a nervous laugh, “Yeah, photographers seem to catch stuff like that.”
“So, that was all it was then?”
You opened your mouth to answer but you stopped yourself.
Tom’s eyebrows lifted, “I see.”
He almost turned away but you stopped him, moving him to quieter corner of the entrance, “No, wait – are you pissed off with me?”
Tom shook his head again and avoided eye contact with you, “Shouldn’t I be? Did you think about me at all? Did you?” He took a few steps towards you.
“We’re not together, Tom.” It sounded harsher than you wanted it to.
“Yeah, I get that.”
You narrowed your eyes at him as he spoke.
“Look Y/N, I like you and I just thought you wanted to take things slowly but now I know this has all been because you were busy sleeping around with whatever his name is. Is this some sort of weird kink you have, messing people around? Or is it because he’s got money, is that all you’re after?”
“Excuse me?” You were aware you were starting to raise your voice but you didn’t care.
“You fucking heard. Does he know about me?”
“About what? Not that I need to explain myself, but we’ve been on a handful of dates, Tom. Whether I want to take things slowly is my decision and if in that time I find that I have a better connection with someone else, so be it. It’s none of your business.”
You didn’t wait for a response from Tom. Instead, you walked away from him and out of the gym, deciding to jog home for your evenings exercise. You quickly pulled your headphones over your ears and pressed play on your gym playlist, letting your feet hit the pavement. With each step you felt your aggression ease slightly so you hastened your pace, hoping a faster run would make you feel better. You could feel the burning in your chest start to ease but your mind was clouded with what had happened. Tom had been so demanding, so cruel. You blinked hard and tried desperately to enjoy your run.
As you breathlessly stepped through your door, Jess looked at you with wide eyes, “You’re back early. Didn’t you just leave?”
You grasped for the back of the couch to steady yourself and leaned forward slightly, attempting to catch your breath, “Didn’t…quite make it…Tom…crazy.”
Jess scrunched her nose, “What?”
“Tom…at the gym…just went crazy with me.” You spoke in between desperate breaths, “About Travis…that photo in…US weekly.”
“What? Really?” Jess picked up some dinner plates from the small dining table.
You stood up straight and stretched your back, “Yeah. Really.” You shook your legs and walked towards the couch, “He just started saying…all this stuff…nasty stuff…about us and me…and Travis.”
Jess made her way over slowly to the couch, still holding the plates.
“I was actually quite scared, Jess. He was really…pissed off with me.” You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, “It’s almost as if…he thought I’d cheated on him or something.”
Jess hummed lowly, “Well…”
Your eyes opened quickly to face her, “Oh Jess, not you too. Don’t you have a go at me.”
“I’m not, all I’m saying is-“
“Hey, you were all in favour me and Travis the other day, you were so excited for me! Now, you’re on Tom’s side.”
Jess sat down next to you, “No, Y/N. Look, I am excited for you and I’m not on anyone’s side.” She shifted slightly, “Maybe I just hadn’t thought about it from Tom’s side. As far as he was aware, everything was moving along, slowly yes, but for him this has come as a massive surprise. Maybe you should apologise to him?”
Your mouth opened, “Apologise? You didn’t hear how he spoke to me.”
“He was hurt, Y/N. Stop being so stubborn.”
You looked away from Jess, taking a breath. Jess waited but when you didn’t respond, she stood up.
“Or not.”
You heard her move out of the room and the sound of dishes being moved around in the sink echoed out of the kitchen. You laid your head back and stared up at the ceiling, letting the feeling of adrenaline settle in your chest.
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You tried to keep your voice down as you laughed. Jess had gone to bed as she had an early shift at work the next day so you caught up on some TV before crawling into your bed yourself. You were wide awake, reeling after your run-in with Tom when Travis Facetimed you.
“It’s true! The network and managers and everyone made me do it!”
Travis looked relaxed as he spoke to you. He was at home on his couch wearing a casual outfit of a white t-shirt and red shorts. You were quietly pleased that you had worn some decent pyjamas even though you weren’t expecting to see him.
“No way. I bet you loved it, getting all of that attention from those girls!” You grinned at the screen.
Travis laughed and rubbed his beard, “Well, that certainly helped!”
There was a short comfortable silence before Travis spoke again.
“I miss you, Y/N.”
You blinked and your head lifted slightly. A smile crept onto your face as you studied his, searching for any sign of insincerity. But there was none, he looked genuine.
“You do?”
Travis licked his lips, “I do, babygirl.”
Your stomach burned and your clit began to pulse, “I love it when you call me that.”
Travis’ eyes widened slightly and his voice lowered, “Is that so?”
“Ohh fuck, yes.” You clenched your legs together.
“Is my babygirl getting all hot and bothered?” His voice stayed low, in almost a growl, which only fuelled you more. His eyes searched the parts of your body that he could see on the screen, “I wanna see you.”
You titled your head with a sweet smile, “You can see me.”
“I wanna see more.”
You gasped slightly before angling the camera down your body. You were wearing a matching set of red lace pyjamas; high waisted shorts with a cropped tank. You heard Travis groan as you lifted up one leg which gave him a view of your smooth legs.
“God, baby. You look good.”
You brought the camera back to your face. Travis’ face looked hungry for you, a similar look he was giving you back at the hotel.
“I should’ve had you when I could.”
You smiled as you squeezed your legs once more, feeling a rush of blood to your pussy. Travis must’ve have noticed.
“Do you wish I was there to help you out?” His lips curled into a smirk.
You closed your eyes and ran your hand down your side, “Fuck, yes I do.”
“Show me what you’re doing. I need to see you.”
You tipped the camera down to follow your hand as it reached inside your shorts, fiddling with the waistband. You heard Travis shuffle and his breathing began to get deeper and louder. As you pulled your shorts down, Travis groaned even louder and you quickly turned the volume down on your phone. You leaned your head down so you could catch a glimpse of him, his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed, mouth slightly open and tongue gently running along his top lip. It turned you on even more seeing him like this, desperate for you but unable to have you. You parted your legs a little to give easier access to yourself and a better view for him. You felt goosebumps as your fingers ran lightly along your pussy, imagining that it was his fingers instead. You were becoming wet and your fingers moved easily along your slick opening.
“Go on, babygirl. It’s me, I’m there.”
You plunged your fingers inside of your pussy, using the knuckle of your thumb to gently rub your clit. You gasped at the sensation, something you hadn’t felt for a while. It was sensitive but you continued, letting the pleasure take over. Your body began to tingle, starting in your feet and arms before spreading across your chest. Travis’ eyes focused on your body, watching it move and squirm, his gaze made your nipples become hard, poking against the fabric for him to see. You sped up your pace, pumping your fingers faster and deeper. You moaned under your breath, writhing on your bed, a tightness building up in your core.
“I wanna taste you so bad.”
Travis’ words were enough to send over the edge, your walls clenching around your fingers. You whined as you rode your high, your head tilting back onto the bed and your back arching upwards, letting your hardened nipples press against the thin fabric of your clothing. The pleasure ran across your body like a tidal wave, making your legs weak and your chest fall heavily. You squeezed your eyes shut and listened to Travis’s voice as you moaned away the sensation, relaxing every muscle and collapsing slightly back onto your bed.
“Good girl, that’s it. Man, you’re so beautiful.”
You opened your eyes and brought the screen closer to you as your breathing slowed, “When can I see you?”
“What, you wanna come here?”
You tried to control your breathing as you reached for some tissues to wipe your hands. Staring back into the camera, you watched his excited expression, “Whatever is easier for you, big guy. Honestly, I just want to be around you.”
He lowered his head and smiled enough so that his eyes creased more than you had ever seen, “I have some time off coming up. Why don’t I get you some plane tickets, you stay at my place and we can hang out a bit?”
You smiled at the screen, “I can sort the flights, don’t worry about that.”
“Nah, baby. Let me.” He winked, “I’ll show you all of the best sights in KC. One of them being you if you pack those jammies in your suitcase.”
You giggled and pulled the duvet back towards your chest.
“I’m gunna send you something, too. Can you send me your address?”
“Well, now I’m intrigued.” You raised an eyebrow at him.
He grinned at the screen, “You’ll see soon enough, babygirl.”
You sighed and laid further down in your bed, lifting your hand to cover your mouth as you yawned.
“You tired yourself out?” Travis smiled.
“Just a bit. And here I was thinking tonight would be boring.”
“I should let you get some sleep, don’t think about me too much.”
You yawned again, “We both know I will.”
“Goodnight, beautiful.”
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Oooof. That man. That gif of him smiling is something. So, we're going to KC! Next chapter will be as soon as I can! If you want to be added to my Taglist, just comment and I'll pop you on the next one.
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wa1ks · 6 months
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Hey Waiks! I saw your new and you seem so sweet oml😭
I was wonderin if you would do this request as your too a James gurlie like meee
So my vision is your James girl best friend and have been for a long long time. Little do you know, James has a size kink and has a PHAT crush on you. He adores the fact your only 5’1 and curvy (in total just his type from head to toe) and you’re on tour with him.
He just finished a concert and was pissed off for some random reason so you innocently ask him what’s wrong. Your drinking a beer with him in your hotel room but he soon enough gets impatient and fucks your brains out.
LIKE UGH OMG I CANT🙇‍♀️
Many many thanks, Vee <3xx
CW: Smut, P in V, alcohol, size kink
WC: 1.6k
Thank you sm omg you're so sweet <33
AHHH I LOVE THIS IDEA!! I can imagine any era james for this but blackalbum! james is whats popping up in my brain for that (if its not good im sorry 😭)
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Being best friends with James Hetfield is quite a roller coaster, but I love him, and if going on tour with him makes him happy, then I'll do it without a second thought.
I'm sitting on the side of the stage waiting for the guys to finish their set so I can congratulate them for another amazing show, but something seems off about James. I mean, he always performs to the best of his abilities, but tonight he just seems more...angry?
The guys finally finish the set and thank the crowd for the amazing night. As James walks up to me, I can feel his anger radiating off of him. What best friend would I be if I didn't check to see whats wrong?
"Hey boys, that was an amazing show you put on tonight, but I'm going to take James back to the hotel for the night."
Lars begins to say, "Ooh, Hetfield, you're going to get some pus." In a pissed-off tone, James cuts him off, "Shut it, Ulrich."
We make it to the car, and James is in the drivers seat. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, I speak up.
"James, you know you can come to me for anything, right?"
James turns to me with a fake smile planted on his face and says, "Dude, I love you to bits, but I don't think you want to hear about my girl's problems."
As he said it, all the air in my lungs seemed to vanish, and a feeling of dread washed over me. Don't let your feelings show; this is James' moment, and I need to worry about him.
"Girl problems, eh? Well, I'm a girl, so maybe I could help you figure everything out for  you."Don't let the jealousy show, please, not now; James needs me.
"It's fine; she probably doesn't like me back anyway," James whispers.
"James, you are so blind; how could someone not like you? but if you want to drop it, we can."
Just like that, there's a gleam in his eyes again as he replies, "Thank you, and when we get back to the hotel, we are so going to drink since you rudely stole me away from the guys."
We got back to the hotel and decided to bunker up in my room for the night since it was more convenient. I tell James that I'm just going to get changed into some comfy clothes and that I'll be right out. I walk back into the living room in some shorts and one of James' shirts and see James' gaze linger over my exposed thighs. Huh, weird.
I grab us both some beers and settle into the couch, but James is still looking at my thighs, so I pull my legs up to my chest and sit like that.
"James, are you sure you don't want to talk about anything? You seem really off today."
"Yeah, I'm fine. I think I didn't get enough sleep last night, though." James says he's still looking at me like I'm a goddess or something.
I shuffle around a bit on the couch and hear James' breath hitch. My thoughts are now running wild with how he's looking at me. Calm down; he's probably just lost in thought.
We talk for about 10 minutes before I notice there's something else in his eyes. I can't quite decipher it yet. We're just aimlessly talking at this point when James leans in and kisses me like his life depends on it. He pulls away and gets up, grabbing his things in a rush and mumbling things like "why did I do that? I'm such an idiot" and "I just ruined the best thing that ever happened to me." I finally manage to catch on to what he's doing and grab his arm, trying to get him to look at me.
"James, calm down; I'm not going anywhere. I promise" He looks back at me and says, "But I just kissed you."
I look at him like he has three heads, and suddenly I get what's up with him tonight.
"James, it was ok—more than ok, actually. I enjoyed it."
He turns around, and suddenly he's lunging at me, and when he finally gets to me, our lips smash together in a mess of desire and admiration. Years of longing and lust all spilled out in a matter of moments.
We pull away for air, and he says, "You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that."
He adds, "I've been in love with you for years, you idiot." With a huge smile on my face, I reply, "It seems like we're both idiots, because I've been in love with you for years too."
James then pushes me onto my back on the couch and gets on top of me, encompassing me with his arms stationed right above my shoulders and his long hair blocking us out from the outside world. And my thoughts are filled with "james, james, james, james."
He gives me a quick peck before moving down my neck, licking and sucking at it like a madman, before looking back up at me and asking me if he can take my shirt off. I nod at him, but he stops. "I'm going to have to hear you, hon."
I whine as my cheeks burn from how much I'm blushing, and I plead, "Jamie, please, I need you. Stop teasing me."
"That's what I wanted to hear."
He continues where he left off, but he's doing it slower. I'm getting so worked up, but he can't tease me without consequences, so I brush my foot against his hardening cock, and he stills his movements. And straight-up growls
He pulls us off the couch, and when I try and ask him what he's doing, he pushes me against the wall.
"Aww, look at you—so little and fragile in my hands. I could easily pound into you right here; do you want that doll?" James speaks through his teeth.
I try to speak, but the only thing that escapes my mouth is a moan.
"Does my bunny like me crowding her like this, huh? Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."
James has me pinned to the wall, and his knee is between my thighs, and the friction is so delicious.
"James, can you please hurry up and fuck me?" I whine out.
"Don't worry, hon, we'll get to that later, but right now I'm enjoying watching you get yourself off my thigh," he laughs.
I don't want to sound like a brat, but I need him, and I need him now.
I feel my release building up, and when I'm about to finish, James pulls his leg away with a wicked smile, and I almost cry.
"Don't cry, sweetheart; you'll get your release soon. Can you pull your shorts and panties down for me now, please?" I do as he says, and he praises me for it.
"Are you ready for me, sweetheart?" He knows I am; he just wants to draw this out for as long as he can.
"Mhm, been ready for you, Jamie."
James pulls his pants down and thrusts into me, filling me to the hilt. After I've adjusted to his size, he starts slowly dragging out his thrusts. I squeal because he feels so good. "Feel so full, Jamie, so good. Keep going, please, please."
He seemed to enjoy that, and his pace quickened, pounding into me at a brutal pace. Through gritted teeth, he manages to say, "This pussy feels so tight and warm, just for me, yeah?"
"Just for you, Jamie, all yours; I'm all yours."
He adjusts his arms under my ass so he can get a better hold on me, and while doing that, he gives my ass a smack.
I let out a moan. "Right there, Jamie, keep going; feel so full." "M'girl, you're gripping me so hard; if you keep it up, I'm not going to last."
With one particularly hard thrust, we both let out moans that are borderline pornographic. His thrusts are getting sloppy; he must be close.
"Jamie, I'm going to cum. Can I cum please? I've been a good girl for you. Please let me cum."
"Hold on a little bit longer, hon. Wanna cum together?" "Where do you want it?"
My mind is shouting at me at this point. "Inside, please Jamie, I just want to feel you."
James then says, "Now, let go, hon. C'mon, cum sweets." With a final thrust, we both finish. I can feel his warm cum filling me up to the brink. When he pulls out and some of his seed spills out, he uses his thumb to push it back in and then gets me to suck it clean.
"Wow, that was something," I say out of breath.
James doesn't say a word; he simply lifts me up bridal style, puts me down gently onto the bed, and walks out. For a second, my heart cracks, and I think, "He just used me," but he comes back with a warm washcloth and cleans up the mess between my thighs. After he's done with that, he puts some boxers on me and lays beside me.
"Feelin' ok, sweetheart?" James says softly "Better than ok, Jamie, thank you." "Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?" "Jamie, stop worrying. I feel amazing; you're amazing." "I meant it; you know what I said earlier. I do love you." And in that moment, he seemed so vulnerable, so I hugged him. "I love you too, Jamie. I love you so much it hurts."
"D'ya wanna be my girlfriend?" He says it shyly. "You just fucked my brains out and gave me the best orgasm of my life, and you're getting shy about asking me out? but of course I'll be your girlfriend, you big idiot."
With a huge smile on both our faces, we slowly drift off to sleep, embraced in each other's arms.
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Bella !! I just realized I submitted a req to the wrong acc 😭😭 by any chance—are you up to writing Drabbles or request for your PWYC series? I just reread it and omg I very much miss our dirty rough and tough biker Bucky ✨😭 anyways! Here is my silly lil request:
Imagine this: reader stumbles across a specific kink, (praise kink, daddy kink, degradation kink, knife kink, chase kink, whatever one you can come up with!) but she’s too nervous to bring it up to Bucky! Though, she forgets that Bucky can feel/sense her emotions through the ✨soulmate bond✨. When Bucky figures it out—he’s a lil pissed/sad that his pretty girl didn’t just tell him. So—he starts to do little things to trigger her new secret kink. He just can’t help it! He loves the way she blushes (when he calls her good girl, does shit with knives, you get it!) But suddenly Bucky can’t take it anymore—he pounces! Next thing ya know our lovely pair of soulmates are screwing!
I know it’s a bit long but I just desperately love this series ! Keep up the great work lovie!! ~🐰🎀
the thrill of it all
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pretty when you cry series masterlist
pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)
warnings: 18+ ONLY. smut. chase kink, choking, primal play-ish?. probably forgetting stuff, please let me know if you come across something that should be added.
words: 5.5k
notes: thank you for sending this in, and sorry it took ages. it’s not exactly what you asked for 😓 but i hope you enjoy it! 🖤🖤🖤 i didn’t reread this bc i’m about to pass out but i promised i’d post it tonight so it’s going up rn and i’ll go over it tomorrow to fix anything i think needs fixing lol. fingers crossed it’s cohesive 💀 as always, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated! thank you for reading.
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Getting home from the grocery store, you were surprised to find your laptop sitting half open on the table in the kitchen. You remembered you’d been reading on it this morning as you ate breakfast, but you could have sworn you’d shut it when you left. You set the bags down and went to the table, opening the computer the rest of the way. It was still on the story you had been reading earlier and you felt yourself warm up not only at the idea that you left it open so carelessly, but also at the content itself. Smut.
A reader being chased through the woods by her boyfriend who also happened to be a demon. You’d had to leave before you got to the inevitable, the part where he’d stop toying with her and finally catch her. To have his way with her on the forest floor, the moonlight shining down on them as he took her apart.. You were getting flustered just thinking about it.
You’d have been mortified if Bucky had seen it and you were grateful he wasn’t home to have stumbled upon your latest reading material.
It was so…kinky. And you hadn’t talked to him about any of your new self discoveries or ‘interests’ so to speak. You hated it but you were truthfully a little ashamed. Embarrassed. You knew it’d probably be in your best interest to talk to him about it, but you kept talking yourself out of doing so. Convinced yourself that it wasn’t that big of a deal. Though if it wasn’t, why were you so concerned with keeping your fantasies to yourself. If you knew Bucky, you knew he’d want to help you fulfill any fantasy that crossed your pretty little mind, but still the thought of having to bring it up yourself was just too daunting. You were fine just reading your kinky erotica and not having to ask Bucky to act it out with you. Really. Though your occasional daydream about doing just that was popping up more and more frequently, you didn’t bring it up. How weird would it be to tell him you essentially wanted him to hunt you, chase you, pin you down and just completely ravish you…God, the thought of it was getting you hot all over again.
You had closed your laptop and set it aside as you started taking the groceries out of their bags and putting them away. Your eyes went wide as you heard Bucky’s footsteps, the ones you only heard when he wanted you to, coming down the stairs. How long had he been home? And did he happen to have come into the kitchen..did he open your laptop? Immediately you worried that he had at the very least looked at it. You swallowed hard but kept focused on your task, putting the food away where it belonged. You would just wait and see if he said anything, no way you’d bring it up first and make yourself seem suspicious. He came into the kitchen without a word and leaned back against the counter as he watched you put the last few items away, his arms crossed over his wellbuilt chest.
“Hey,” you greeted, throwing him a quick glance over your shoulder. “Thought you said you had a meeting with Stark today?”
“Something came up, we had to reschedule.”
“Oh. So, when’d you get home?” you asked, hoping you sounded nonchalant.
“Not that long ago,” he answered vaguely. You narrowed your eyes at his avoidance of a real answer before you turned around to look at him.
“I didn’t see your bike when I pulled in,” you alluded.
“It’s in the garage. I’m about to give it a tune up.” He kept his eyes on you, his gaze heavy and slightly unnerving. You hummed in response as you stared back, trying to suss out why he was being so weird. There, of course, was an obvious answer, but you wished he’d just come out and tell you what he was thinking.
“You left your laptop down here,” he said, nodding in the direction of where it laid on the table.
“I saw. Did you..were you on it?” you asked, again trying to sound like you didn’t care one way or the other.
He shook his head vaguely as he rubbed the stubble along his jaw.
“Just saw it when I came in earlier,”
You subconsciously let out a breath of relief, nodding at him.
“Why?” he questioned, his eyes never leaving you, even as you looked down. “You hiding something from me, sweetheart?”
Your eyes shot up again at his question. “What?” you laughed nervously. “No.”
He pushed off the counter and started to walk toward you as you stayed in your spot and watched him.
“Good,” he said as he got closer, closing the distance between you. His hands came up to cup your face, taking you by surprise as he suddenly pulled you in for a fervent kiss, eventually breaking it to look you in the eyes again. He kept your face in his hands, forcing you to hold his gaze as your hands found his wrists. “I don’t want you keeping anything from me, got it?”
You swallowed hard before you nodded lightly.
“Got it,” you breathed.
He looked at you a moment longer, his thumbs brushing the soft skin of your cheeks gently before he slipped away. His gaze was even more heated now and you had a renewed sense that he was clearly lying when he said he hadn’t been on your laptop. Why else would he have been acting so weird? Telling you not to keep things from him. He had to have seen something.
You weren’t sure why you were so embarrassed by him finding out about your newly realized kink, but you were. Bucky had seen you at your most vulnerable countless times at this point, in as many compromising positions as you could think of. But you’d never really been entirely comfortable talking about or asking for specific things from him when it came to sex. He certainly loved when you were vocal, crying for him, and he loved hearing you ask him for exactly what you wanted, but you were usually forced to verbalize those things lest he just continue torturing you with tantalizing but unfulfilling touches until you used your words, face hot even as your neediness tried to overpower your mortification. You were still relatively inexperienced and even morso when it came to the kinker side of being intimate.
You really never even thought of yourself as kinky, but since Bucky, you couldn’t deny the dirty thoughts that would run through your head, or the tags you’d go searching through when you’d look for new erotica to read.
You knew in reality that Bucky would love it if you came to him with ideas for things you’d want to try with him, but you just couldn’t get past the embarrassment to bring it up. Hell, you’d only very recently started to even just initiate sex with him and that took a helluva lot to get comfortable with.
It took constant reassurance from Bucky that any time you found yourself getting worked up for him, all you had to do was let him know. Weeks of finding yourself flustered and wanting when you’d catch him working on his bike or on a car in the garage… in the kitchen cooking dinner for you… even just cuddling you tight on the couch... or fresh out of the shower as he was getting ready.. You often forgot he could so easily tell when you were turned on. He could feel the way your heart would flutter and the change in your breathing. He’d shoot you a cocky smirk and you’d go wide eyed and make yourself scarce before he could really call you out on it.
Though half the time he’d catch you before you could get far and you’d find yourself naked and full of him in no time at all, always ending the night with him reminding you that anytime you wanted him all you had to do was ask. It took awhile for you to do so uninhibited, but when he finally pleaded for you to just tell him, you realized not only how badly he needed you to, but also how freeing it felt to not stifle your need for him, either.
That day had been a big eye opener for you, and you thought back on it in vivid and arousing detail as you stood in the kitchen. That was the day you’d realized exactly what it was that got you so worked up. It hadn’t been the first time you’d felt cornered or caught by him, but it suddenly clicked that that was what made certain memories stand out in your mind when you thought back on the most memorable times you’d been intimate with Bucky.
The uninhibited passion. Raw desire for one another. The possession. The chase.
He’d just gotten out of the shower and you were admiring his form as he walked toward the closet while you were folding your laundry across the room. The way his muscles flexed as he moved, looking through his shirts for something to put on, was distracting to say the least. All of him was distracting. He was just so beautiful. You knew you were staring, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. That was until you were pulled out of your head by his blue eyes shooting to you as he turned around suddenly. You quickly looked away and finished putting your panties in your drawer before you took the empty basket and made to leave the room. You avoided his eye as he neared you, trying to just go get the next load of your clothes from the dryer and act like you weren’t just ogling him and longing for his attention. He got closer still and stepped right in front of you, blocking you from moving. You took a step back as you found the nerve to look up at him. His eyes were set on you and you couldn’t look away from his heated gaze. You tried to move around him, but he moved insync with you, continuing to block your way. You huffed before trying again, but he followed your steps and this time took the basket from your hands as he threw it to the side. You were taken aback at the swift action, and froze as he took a step closer.
“What are you doing?” you tutted.
He didn’t answer and only took another step toward you, as you took one back. You felt cornered. You felt like prey. You eyed the door and narrowed your eyes at him before you made to run for it. It was futile, you knew it would be, but you screamed none the less as he took you off your feet, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you back against his chest. His lips were near your ear as he spoke, “Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?”
You couldn’t keep yourself from leaning back into his warmth as you placed your hands over his still holding you. You wanted him even more now, the thrill adding to the desire that was already there. He spun you around and pushed you up against the wall. His eyes were filled with desire, much the same as yours, you were sure.
“Need you to tell me you want me, princess. I need to hear it, I need to hear you say it.” He nuzzled against you as he spoke, keeping you pinned against the wall of your shared bedroom, nothing but his towel on as he stood before you. You nodded softly against him in turn.
“I want you,” you whispered before repeating yourself with more confidence, assuring him, “I want you. Right now.”
He crashed his lips against yours, his hunger for you evident in his kiss. He was going to devour you and you longed for nothing more as he kept you caged against the wall. You continued making out as Bucky pulled at you and removed your clothes in a fit, like he couldn’t get you bare to him fast enough.
He lifted you up and you instinctively wrapped your thick legs around him, your arms winding behind his neck. He carried you effortlessly to the bed where you spent the rest of your afternoon, completely consumed by him.
From then on, you'd made more of an effort in initiating things, and it was nice, you couldn’t lie. Owning your desires and letting Bucky know when you were feeling frisky was kind of empowering. You just weren’t sure you were ready to own and speak aloud your kinkier desires just yet. You were still learning and exploring what you liked on your own, and though you’d occasionally consider talking to Bucky about some of these things, you’d always get shy and end up too nervous to bring it up.
You found yourself almost hoping that he had seen what you were reading and that he’d bring it up so you wouldn’t have to. It wasn’t the most mature way to go about things, but at least you’d get it over with sooner and stop feeling like a teenager trying to hide porn from their parents.
Bucky didn’t make the connection right away. Sure, he’d noticed you would get more turned on when he’d corner you and cage you in, and the times you’d try to avoid him and put on a little game of cat and mouse, you would be damn near dripping for him when he’d finally get his hands on you. But he hadn’t ever put two and two together. It wasn’t until he stumbled upon your laptop you’d left in the kitchen. Was it an invasion of privacy? Maybe. But he was curious as to what you had been doing on it. You’d been glued to the screen all of last night until he was finally getting into bed. Your laptop had snapped shut and you set it on your bedside table in a flash like you’d been waiting for him all night. You crawled over to him the second he sat on the edge of the bed and he was pleasantly surprised when you looked up at him, lust swimming in your eyes as you tentatively moved to palm him through his sweats. He raised an eyebrow at you, his lips parting, but didn’t say anything as he leaned further back onto the bed. You pulled down on the top of his pants and he helped you get them down just enough for his cock to slip out past the waistband.
You wasted no time and took him into your mouth right away, moaning as you felt him stiffen further in your mouth. You took your time pleasuring him, bobbing up and down while twirling your tongue around his length as best you could, his hand fisted in your hair and grunts and curses were falling freely from his lips as you sucked. He almost came before he pulled you off of him and you gave him a pout at the loss, wiping some of the spit off your lips as you looked up at him.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he panted. “Where the hell did that come from? Not that I’m complaining,” he smirked dopily.
You shrugged as you stared up at him, “Just want you.” Your words brought a proud smile to his face and with that he pulled you up and smashed his lips to yours, meanwhile you shimmied off your shorts and panties as quickly as you could while he held you to him.
You were near insatiable last night and he knew whatever it was you’d been doing on your laptop had something to do with it. He could sense you getting flustered even before he’d entered the room, your heart racing faster, a sense of anticipation and excitement taking over you. He’d let it go the first time he noticed, got more curious the second, but after last night, he decided he needed to see what it was that was getting you so worked up, since he knew you wouldn’t be the one to tell him.
It was really just a coincidence that Stark had to reschedule the meeting they had set and he got home early. But one that worked in his favor. You weren’t home and your laptop was just sitting there, like it was begging him to take a look at what was on your screen. It was closed, sure, but easy enough to open.
He typed in the password he knew you used for everything and got in on the first try.
His eyes scanned the text on the screen, trying to get a sense of what exactly you’d been reading. There was another tab open and when he clicked on it, he was brought to a blog page. Your blog page apparently. All the posts were story after erotic story. Just reading the warnings some of them had he quickly realized these were what had been getting you so hot.
There were a lot of kinks littered along your page, but the one that stood out the most was the chase kink. It also appeared the most. And when he thought about it, he wasn’t surprised in the least. Though he was a little disappointed that you felt the need to keep it from him. He was always happy to get kinky with you, and now knowing what you were into, it gave him a few ideas. If you weren’t going to come out and tell him, he’d just get it out of you himself.
He went back to the tab your laptop had been on and sent himself the link to what you’d been reading. He shut the screen but didn’t close it completely as he was distracted by pulling up the page on his phone. He went upstairs to give it a read and figure out what he wanted to do with this new information.
Bucky had been outside working on his bike before he went upstairs for a shower. You had been in the kitchen baking pumpkin bread, making loaf after loaf until the can of pumpkin puree was empty. You figured you could take one to Eva, and maybe bring a couple to the shop for everyone, too. You’d figure it out later, you just wanted to finish up baking them. You were so caught up in mixing the last batch of batter that you didn’t even notice Bucky enter the kitchen until you turned around to grab your wisk, yelping at his unexpected appearance. You placed your hand over your heart as if it would help settle the beating as you steadied your breath.
“Jesus christ, Bucky, why do you do that?” you admonished. He smirked in response.
“You look so cute when you’re all helpless and scared, I can’t help myself.”
You swallowed hard and felt your face grow warm at his words, turning back around to combine the dry ingredients into the wet.
“‘M not helpless,” you argued.
He was behind you in an instant, you gasped at his metal hand on your throat forcing your head back so you could look up at him, eyes wide.
“Aren’t you?” he leered down at you. “Don’t you wanna be? You’ve been keeping secrets from me, pretty girl?” he purred in your ear. “You should know by now I’m always gonna find out what’s going on with you.” You whined pathetically as he tightened his hand around your neck, pulling you closer as he leaned down, your breathing shallow as he kissed your lips, taking advantage of your lips parting again as he flexed his fingers around your throat once more, slipping his tongue inside the warmth of your mouth.
You reached up and grabbed his hair, trying to pull him even closer. His hand slipped from around your neck and slid down your chest, groping your breasts as he breathed into you. His hand drifted lower and made its way under your dress, cold metal grazing the soft skin of your thighs, sending chills up your spine. You moaned into his mouth as he began rubbing at your clothed folds. The sound of the timer going off on the oven made you jump, but Bucky held your waist tight as you reclined into him, his lips moving to your cheek as you breathed deeply.
“I have to get that out,” you breathed as you pushed his hands away from you, reaching for the oven mits before you turned toward the oven. Bucky blocked your way and fixed you with a look.
“Ah-ah,” he tutted. “You’re not gonna get out of this, so might as well talk.”
“Get out of what?” you said, playing dumb. “It’s gonna burn, Bucky, I need to take it out,” you whined.
He turned and opened the oven door, grabbing the loaf pan with his hand.
“Buck,” you gasped before realizing he was using his left hand. “God,” you muttered, shaking your head.
“Worried about me hurting myself, sweetheart?” he teased as he set the pan down on the stove.
“I have to finish this,” you avoided, gesturing to the batter still sitting in the mixing bowl.
“Oh, don’t you worry, princess. We’ll definitely finish this,” he said. You looked up at him from the bowl, biting the side of your tongue in your mouth as he left the room
It was almost two hours later when you’d taken the last loaf out of the oven, the dishes washed and the cooled loaves wrapped, packed, and stored away to give out tomorrow.
You washed your hands, grabbed the load of towels you’d washed earlier from the dryer and headed upstairs.
You entered the bedroom and didn’t find Bucky, but you didn’t think much of it as you went to the bathroom to put the towels where they belong in the cabinet.
As you were on your knees, sliding the folded towels onto the lower shelves, the lights in the bathroom went off.
You bristled at the loss of light and called out into the room, “I’m in here, Bucky!”
No response. You rolled your eyes and got up with a huff. The light switches were by the door leading from the bedroom to the bath so you had to walk across the room to switch them back on. You were stopped in your path as you saw a figure standing across from you in the dark. You screamed in fear at the sight, stumbling back on instinct before your rational mind came back into play.
“Fucking hell, Bucky! It’s not funny,” you cursed. He stayed silent, his face still concealed by the dark, as he took a step to you. You stayed still, breathing heavy as you tried to discern him in the darkness. You pushed past him and got to the door of the toilet, flicking on the switch in there, giving you enough light to see Bucky now.
He kept inching closer and you kept backing away, eyeing him warily. His continued silence was perturbing and the look in his eye was intense and sure.
Every step he took, deliberate. Methodical. Like he was leading you into a trap of some kind.
“Bucky..What are you doing?” you asked. “You’re freaking me out.”
As you made your way back into the bedroom, you realized he had turned the lights off in there, too. “Can you say something, please?!” you snapped. You hadn’t been looking where you were going, and even if you had the light from the bathroom wasn’t giving much of any illumination that far into the bedroom. You tripped over something and only barely caught yourself from falling back on your ass.
“Better watch your step, sweetheart. You’ve read enough scenes like this, I’m sure you know how it goes. One wrong move and it's over. And you wouldn't want it to be over so soon, where's the thrill in that?”
You didn’t know how to respond. You had been pretty sure he’d seen your laptop, but now knowing he really had, you didn’t know what to feel. Though you were thoroughly embarrassed, you were also relieved. And growing more and more excited… He knew and he was playing into it for you already. And he was doing a damn good job, too.
He was nearly on top of you now, backing you into the closed door of your room. You felt that familiar thrill come over you. Your heart picked up speed and you were sure he could tell how aroused you were getting at his predatory gaze.
“Now we both know I can catch you in a heartbeat, so I'm gonna be nice and give you a little head start,”
“What are you-”
“If I were you, princess,” he said as he got closer, your back flush against the door, “I’d run.”
You turned quickly and threw the door open, cursing at the darkness encompassing the whole house. The only light afforded to you were the small night lights at either end of the hall and the candles still burning in the living room down the stairs. As fast as you could without falling, you hurried down the stairs, Bucky’s voice counting down from ten sounding from the bedroom.
You didn’t really think through where you were going, you just went. Instead of heading to the living room, you headed down the hall across from it. You were walking slowly, desperate not to hit your toe on a corner or walk into a wall, the hall pitch black, no lights left on. When you got to the doors leading to the den Bucky mainly used as his office, you saw light coming from inside.
“Boo,” he whispered in your ear just as you moved to reach the handle. You jumped at his voice so close and when you were suddenly pulled back into him, being lifted off your feet as he carried you away from the door, a la texas chainsaw massacre, you shrieked in fear.
“That’s the best you can do? I thought you wanted a chase, pretty girl. Didn’t even try to make it outside. No one else out here but us,” he mused. “Noone’ll hear you scream.”
You were thrashing against him, pushing at his arms, trying with no avail to get him to drop his hold, whimpering as he only tightened his arms around you.
“Mmm,” he hummed against you. “There’s always next time.” He changed his hold on you, lifting your legs into his left arm, holding your back up with his right, essentially cradling you in his arms. You tried to wiggle out of his hold, but he just threw you over his shoulder instead, slapping your ass as he took you to the living room, dropping you unceremoniously onto the couch. The light from the candles glowing and allowing you to see him as he pulled his shirt over his head. The clinking of his belt and the sound of his zipper filled the air as he removed his jeans before he straddled you. You were breathing shallow and you knew you were dripping for him by now as he leaned his face into yours and took your lips into his own, gently nipping your bottom lip before he drifted to your neck. His arms went under you and pulled the zip of your dress down, getting it as much off of you without your assistance as he could. He was impatient and decided to just tear it the rest of the way down the seam as you gasped.
“I’ll get you a new one,” he gruffed as he pulled the sleeves off your arms and threw the dress to the wayside. “You’d forgone a bra, granting him access to your heavy breasts the moment he got the dress off you. His lips descendeded on your pert nipple, his hand squezzing your breast as he pulled and tugged at your other nipple.
“Buck,” you moaned, your hands flitting through his hair, his stubble tickling your sensitive skin. You spread your legs around him and he ground down against you, his hard length throbbing through his underwear. You tugged at his boxers before he pulled away from you to get them down the rest of the way. He tore your own off and before you could complain, kissed your sweet spot and murmured, “Sorry, princess.”
His lips traveled back up your neck before landing on your lips again, tasting you as you parted your mouth for him, wrapping your leg around his waist and whining at the lack of contact you felt.
“Tell me what you want,” he said. You huffed in annoyance but knew you’d have to answer to get what you wanted.
“Want you to fuck me,” you pleaded.
“Whatever you say,” he smiled against your skin.
He took his cock in his hand and ran his tip along your wet slit, spreading your slick around and rubbing himself against your puffy clit, eliciting a moan from you. He teased you for a bit before he slid his tip inside of you. Your eyes closed in pleasure. “Feel good, baby?” he asked.
You nodded fervently as his lips returned to your neck. “More,” you pleaded, your fingers pulling at his hair. He pushed further into you and groaned at the feeling of your silky walls gripping him tight. He rolled his hips against you, setting a rhythm as he rocked into you repeatedly. His cock was rubbing against you in the most delicious way and he was stimulating your clit with his every move. Moans falling from you both as he fucked into you. His hand found your hip as he held you down into the couch, thrusting up into you harsher and harsher the closer he got to his release. The way he was pounding into you had you sliding up the couch with each powerful thrust.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned into your ear as he held himself up above you, his rhythm faltering ever so slightly. The hand he had on your hip traveled to your clit and he expertly rolled it with perfect pressure as you cried out at the heat building hotter and hotter in your core. You felt your body tense as he slid against your g-spot repeatedly.
“Always so fucking tight, goddamnit,” he cursed, fucking you harder. You were unintelligible as you moaned and mewled at the pressure growing until you finally came undone around him. “Fuck,” he roared near your ear, burrying his face in your neck as he let himself go right after you.
You whimpered as his hips stuttered against you, your arms wrapping around him as he laid his weight down on top of you, placing soft kisses along your neck. You were breathing heavy as you ran your hands up and down his back, his weight a comfort as you shut your eyes.
Bucky pulled out of you gently, grabbing tissues off the coffee table to clean you and himself. He sat back on the couch and pulled you against him, kissing your head.
“I need you to know, sweetheart. You don’t need to keep anything from me. Ever. Especially stuff like this. I just want to make you happy. I want to make you feel good.”
“I know,” you murmured. “You know you’re the only person I've ever been with. I just - I didn't know how to approach it. I guess really I was just embarrassed. Maybe a little ashamed. I’d never..even thought about any of this stuff,” you laughed nervously. “It feels..dirty?”
“It’s a kink, princess. They’re pretty common. You’re not fucked up for wanting to be chased around before you fuck. It’s just a turn on, doesn’t say anything about your morality.”
You leaned your head against him as he rubbed your arm.
“You come across any other kinks you wanna try, you just let me know. You know I’ll do anything for you, pretty girl.”
You smiled softly at that. You knew he would, but it was always nice to hear him remind you of that fact.
“Thank you,” you whispered.
He tilted your chin up so you were looking at him. “I love you,” he told you, leaning down to kiss you softly.
“That was pretty hot,” he said when he pulled away. “We’re definitely going outside next time.” You couldn’t help but smile, a small laugh leaving your lips as you looked at him. “I love you,” you replied, hand coming up to stroke his cheek. “‘M tired,” you mumbled. He lifted you up as effortlessly as ever and moved to carry you up the stairs.
“If you drop me, I swear to god,” you warned him, earning a laugh in return.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”
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winters-hysteria · 1 year
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nsfw aged up f. hargreeves nsfw alphabet
you've been warned, minors din
A= Aftercare (what they're like after the act)
i feel like five would seem like he's trying not to care but seeing you laying there all pretty after he's ruined you turns on his absolute *need* to make sure you're okay
B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)
his favorite part of himself is his hands. they're strong and really nice looking, and he can use them to grab you/push you around roughly and/or gently pin your wrists down 
fav part of you is your ass. there was this one scene (can't remember the episode) but he stared at somebody walking out the door with a really weird smile and his eyes popping out and idk i feel like he'd do the same thing to you walking out a door, just stare and then klaus walks over like "eheheheh whatcha lookin' at buddy buddy boy bro brother homie" and he's just like "oh nothing nothing that interests ur gay ass anyways"
C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)
he'd love to finish inside you, but even if you don't let/want him to (which he will totally respect) he likes to cum in your mouth or your breasts, even if you are a part of the itty bitty titty community
tbh i think he'd like that even more bc (he has a size kink i'll get into that next )
D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)
he has a SIZE KINK. a really really nearly insatiable size kink. 
i believe he'd like it if his S/O was really small / petite cause it makes him look SO MUCH BIGGER than you and goddammit if he doesn't get even hornier when you're on your knees for him and he looks down to see ur pretty lil hand wrapped around his cock
E= Experience (do they know what they're doing)
seeing as i write for five in his 20s, i think he might know sort of what he's doing but he's gonna need a lot of guidance. he also likes to play dumb when it comes to touching you cause he likes seeing you touch yourself and also it helps a lot with him learning what and where to touch
F= Favorite position
uhhhh this mfer's favorite position is 100% cowgirrrrrl
he loves seeing you on top of him I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH
either that or having you below him is just *AAAAAAA*
G= Goofy (how serious are they)
he can be really really serious, but this man does crack jokes in the bedroom from time to time.
H= Hair (grooming habits)
he keeps himself  pretty nicely groomed, cause yk carpet matches the drapes
and also i hc that he just feels gross if he doesn't
I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)
god oh god oh god
the can be *SO* rough, but during nights when he has you all to himself, it's slow, sensual,,,, mmmmmmm yummy
J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)
he does this whenever you're not around, but his right hand will never ever evah substitute for the feeling of your warmth clenching around him.
K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)
bondage, daddy, sadomasochistic power top, dom/sub vibes, possibly a little bit of wax play, definite knife play, coffee kink, mommy kink mommy kink mommy KINK, power play, size kink, choking kink, degradation/praise, roleplay
L= Location (where they like to get it on)
literally anywhere but prefers his bed or yours so he can tie you up
M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)
you could probably wave to him and he'd be half hard, like baby you don't need to do anything just move two steps to the left and ur gonna get your pussy pounded
N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won't do)
he absolutely will not get you pregnant, bitch. you've got a world to save, he doesn't have time to be a dad.
scat, piss, vomit, necro, that type of stuff
O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)
fuc-king hell he loves giving, but won't ever say no to a good ol' bj
P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)
he can last a l o n g time. 
he also won't change his pace unless you beg for it
Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)
he likes quickies, but really prefers to go nice and soft and slow with you
R= Risk (do they like to try new things)
he's open to it, but ya know he doesn't want to hurt you.
S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)
im saying about ten or so and then he gets tired
T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers) 
has a whole ass collection of bad dragon products to use on you
U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)
oh lord this man will tease you until you are barely conscious.. 
"you like that little slut?"
the HEAVY breathing *UH*
when you do dominate him, he loves to be teased and will literally scream your name when you finally let him cum.
V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)
definite heavy panting, but since he doesn't really have a filter he moans a lot too
he will degrade/praise tf outta you baby
W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)
okay but he wants you to top him.
he gets tired of topping sometimes and just wants to let you take over.
so do it, baby. 
do it.
X= X-ray (what's down below in dem pants)
i'm thinking he's a little above average, 7 inches or so
thick, veiny, and a pretty pink head :>
Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)
he is ALWAYS horny and always looking for some way to grind against you or just fuck the shit outta you
Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)
so he falls asleep about an hour after because that's when his body just starts to shut down, but he doesn't realise that so sometimes he'll be standing upright doing something and then all the sudden you have to catch him bc he just fell asleep standing
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stupd000 · 30 days
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My typed reaction of Vegas BA bc everyone’s asleep
I love the guy who checks us in
Oh um don’t call me pet
Ermmmmm
Okay don’t like it so far
aw shucks i missed you too boo
no i will not come closer
ew no go away
oh nvm ig we are
wait so are we the dog or is he
okay this is getting boring
can we fuck now
oh wait nvm this is hot
oh WE’RE the puppy
that’s um
okay
is he calling me special
no i’m not ready to play VEGA.
i have a feeling we’re not alone
or we are
idk
okay we got some vouyers
that’s erm
okay
don’t call me pet
weirdo
excitement? no honey i’m scared
yes fear
ok can we fuck now
damn he talks a lot
stop echoing
oh don’t call me pup
oh this is some like
kinky kinky shit
how big is Vega
just in general cuz i thought he was like
6,1 and scrawny
um no my breath is oxygen not yours
this is definitely um
yeah
correct circumstances?
wardrobe?? bitch what is this Narnia
DONT CALL ME A PUPPY THATS WEIRD
i’m kink shaming
I am not getting on all fours what the fuck
oh nvm ig we are
this is uncomfortable
TAIL????
this is some furry shit
UM ..!
NO I WILL NOT CRAWL
WHATTTTTT
ASS?
SLUT???
this would be hot if i wasn’t a fucking dog
don’t shush me bitch
are we still on all fours
that’s mad embarrassing
i am not yours
weirdo
I’d rather you not take care of me
this is very um
interesting!!
Do we have dignity
STOP CALLING ME PUPPY YOU FURRY
do we have any pride at all like oh my god
GRINDING???
Don’t slut shame me bitch
arching????????
oh my god.
CUM HUNGRY LITTLE BITCH????
if he says puppy one more time i’m killing myself
if he puts a fucking collar on me i’ll jump
stop
STOPPP
Dog tag is crazy
“property of vega” NO.
Stop vega this is not a joke
DO WE HAVE NO SENSE OF DIGNITY
OH MY GODDDD
PROUD??? I AM NOT PROUD
OWNER???
I’m jumping off a ledge
MY HOLE?? WHICH ONE I HAVE LIKE 3
Okay stop slut shaming me Vega
ROLL OVER???
i’m insanely uncomfortable
by the way guys i made chicken alfredo today
Anyway
i hate his fucking tone
don’t take that attitude w me bitch
DO NAWTTT CALL ME A WHORE EVER AGAIN.
oh wait he called me pretty nvm
this is insane
it’s 2:30 am i cannot handle this
okay so we archin
PUT WHAT IN
WHAT IS GOING IN
this is strange
CALLING UR DICK A TREAT IS WILDDD
oh my god no
stop.
A TAIL???
NO
NO NO NO NO
NO
NO
no wait cuz there was this one kid who wore a butt plug tail to school it was crazy bc a guy pulled it out
anyway
This is some furry shit
not that there’s anything wrong w that live ur truth
STRETCHING???
the plug is insane
stop
i’m actually sobbing this is NOT OKAY.
what position are they in im so confused
SHAKE WHAT ASS
UMMMMMMMMM
this is peculiar
Vega is a furry
i hate this
i hate this sm
I STILL HAVE 10 MINS LEFT
LORD SAVE ME
okay no need to take that tone Vega😒
bitch we can’t breathe wtf
no i wont whine around that tootsie roll u call a dick
AHHH THE NOISESSS
okay can u not choke me
don’t call me a slut you cunt
oh my god hurry up vega
ew
I don’t love anything about this
this is insane
NOT A PERSON????
RUDEEEEEEEE
okay adjective king
ew don’t call me that
i am not licking the floor sir
i am not licking your boot either
lick your own fucking boot
this is actually pissing me off he’s annoying
are we almost done
Do we have no sense of shame
like at all
second hand embarrassment
okay are we done
no? okay
ew don’t call ur self master
that’s not..
okay
um
the growling is insane
damn right i’m divine
ew don’t call the that
not the baby voice
stop this madness
what do you want from me WHAT DO U WANNTTTT
okay are we done
TWITCHING?????? INSANE.
That was horrible
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iwaasfairy · 2 years
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babes can i request something like what you did with brother tobio who only loves his sister and shes the only one for him 🥲 but with ushijima-nii please? (its the first ever incest ive read and its still my fav 😭) only if you like and you have the time i love you thank you!!!
a/n. of course of courseee this was very fun to write (。┰ω┰。) tw. incest, size kink, jealousy, semi-public
ushijima wakatoshi x reader
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Your hands are a little shaky as you allow yours to be taken into his much larger palm, staring anywhere except across the room, where the stony expression feels zeroed in on you. It’s not Tendou’s fault that the way his long, pale fingers wrap around your hand feel dangerous enough to make you sick, but you can’t help but feel it anyway.
He’s gentle when he places a hand on your lower back, gentle when guiding you left to right in an attempt to make you relax a little. “You don’t like to dance? You’re so shaky.” Tendou’s bright voice is still cheerful as he tilts his head to the side. But you notice the way his eyes search your face for something, and by his expression, he doesn’t find it.
You can’t exactly explain it either, that you’re only this wooden and stiff because his tall, lanky shape is blocking your view from your big brother— and that… You think it though, and maybe that’s enough for Tendou to get the gist, because he glances over his shoulder. His mouth corners twitch at whatever he sees, and you’re entranced by the way he leans down to your ear to sigh. “I think that your niichan is calling you over.” His lips curl into a smile as he pulls back, gently pats your head. He looks back at you again after seeming to think it over, before ever so slowly, the smile falters a little.
“Am I going to be in trouble later?”
There’s something unspoken that lingers in the words. You think he might just know, and it makes your face a horrible few degrees hotter. Obvious as you are, you can only place your hands to your cheeks in the hopes that they cool down. And you allow yourself to squeeze Tendou’s hand once, before shaking your head. “No, I think I might be.” You blink, stomach dropping when you catch Toshi nii’s eyes for the first time since earlier tonight. He stares like he’s been looking the entire time, and knowing him, he might’ve been. “Later, Satori.”
You brush through the people before you can think about whether or not there will even be a later.
When you get to Wakatoshi, he’s still holding a beer bottle, and tilts it side to side in a motion that might be calming in any other context. You right your back, puff your chest forward a bit as you clench your hands together behind your butt. “You called for me, nii nii?” you softly ask, careful to phrase it gently. But the brunet doesn’t really look away from the spot in the crowd he’d been watching; only slowly breathes in and out.
The slow ticking of your internal clock with each breath makes you more anxious. So anxious in fact, that you start fidgeting with your skirt like a scolded child. “W-we were just- just dancing for a little while, ya’know? It wasn’t serious. Tendo was just keeping me company.” Wakatoshi finally looks at you when you fall quiet, chewing your lip as you try your best to read his face. He’s been quiet all week though, quiet and … well- weird. “Because you were talking to Semi,” you tack on the whisper, not daring to look away from him.
“I know,” your big brother mumbles back, almost too soft to hear it, before he puts the bottle onto the table to his side and stands up from his leaning position to his full height. Wakatoshi nii towered over you ever since you were old enough to remember, but for the first time in a long while, you’re awfully aware of it. Aware of how much bigger he is, and how you probably pissed him off. But where in the past he’d have just ignored you, looking past you with a slight frown— tonight he looks.
Looks so intently at your face that you’re unable to do anything but stare back, popping your lip in and from between your teeth. Swallowing every few seconds, until he puts you out of your misery by leaning down towards you. Toshi nii has never hurt you before, and you don’t want to think he would -ever— but you’d still sooner expect to get a tap across the face like your mom used to do, than for your stoic niichan to place his hand on the back of your skull and just keep you in place for him to press a kiss to the crown of your head. He lingers as he speaks, “come step out with me for a second,” before letting go.
The spot where his lips touched seems to radiate heat long after he’s pulled away, even when you reach up to touch it with wide eyes.
You follow him out of the room without another word, only stopping when he does under the street light outside the hall where his team is still celebrating. The blue-ish light casts a while halo around his fluffy hair, but casts a shadow to the floor where Wakatoshi seems to hesitate when he looks down at you. “You know I like talking to you,” he starts, deep voice unwavering as always— but something off in his expression, “talking to you is easy.”
“Of course,” you softly agree, “because I’m your sister… it’d feel easy.”
“I suppose,” Toshi nii agrees, slowly rubbing his hand over his neck. “Do you— ever think about me though? As a man.” The way his eyes meet yours have a sort of intensity you’ve never seen before, and you lock your sweaty hands together instantly. You open your mouth to respond, but he is quicker. “Because I think of you as a woman a lot. I think you’re beautiful, and I enjoy our time together. When you talk to other men, I don’t like it, and I want you to talk to me instead.”
He talks like what he’s saying makes sense, but you’re unable to stop him. “I think I get jealous when you’re not around me.”
“Stop,” you whisper, as Wakatoshi steps closer and tilts your face up to him.
“I hate seeing you smile at someone else, or talk to someone else.” He doesn’t falter, doesn’t even pause— always with that same stubborn determination that’s gotten him the farthest in life. His hazel eyes flick around your face as you grab his wrist for support, and bite your lip and whine out his name. What the hell are you supposed to do with that?! “I want you—”
“Niichan, you’re not making any sense-” you snap, watching his cheeks dust with the softest pink; as you realize he’s serious. He’s serious, and you are falling, like you’re sinking through the floor into his arms.
“I love you,” he stubbornly admits, stepping right up to you so your toes are touching, and wrapping an arm around your back. He stays like that, covering you from the cold and the dark like he always had before; breathing in slowly but surely. And it hits you that the reason why you’re about to cry at the look in his eyes, is because you always kind of knew. You knew that when he’d go out of his way to walk you back from class with an umbrella held over your head, it was out of love. That the way he’d nuzzle his face into your shirt at late nights talking, and the beautiful way his laugh would fill your room up— that it was a rare thing.
Or when he called you late after practice, without anything in particular to say. Or how he’d put you on his shoulders, so careful not to drop you. How he’d only ever talk back to your mom when she’d comment on how close you are, how co-dependent. It hits you all at once that he always felt this way, and just didn’t have the words to express it. And it hits you that you never got over your stupid childhood crush on your niichan— that you just didn’t want to say the words. It makes you lean into him with a sniffled realization of guilt, as his hands move to wrap around your cheeks like you’re made of glass. “I love you,” he whispers again, letting a small smile come to his lips. “Is that okay?”
“You can’t tell anyone,” you say back, and swallow when his face comes closer and closer to yours.
But Wakatoshi nii only hums, “I haven’t told anyone except you.” And then you feel the heat of his face near yours and close your eyes, and a pair of lips come over yours. Softly at first, before you grab the front of his shirt and pull him in harder, suddenly overrun with emotion. It makes him grab your ass, pull you closer to his body and slip a tongue into your mouth that tastes sweet and bitter all at once. You can’t help but moan when he sucks on your tongue and kisses you so good it makes you forget- before pulling back to look at you.
His hazel browns are blown out and lips flushed pink from the kiss, as he groans. “You have no idea how often I had to stop myself from wanting this. I want you. I want to have you all to myself—”
“Then have me,” you surprise yourself by what comes out, how pitched and desperate you sound as you try to catch your breath. But it’s all Wakatoshi nii needs to squeeze your cheeks and dip back down to kiss you harder, tasting you and licking and sucking- making you feel scorching hot from top to bottom. His strong hands knead in your ass, before sliding under your thighs to pick you up against his body in one fell swoop, without disconnecting from you. He only pulls back to let out a groan as your center rubs against him where you lock your legs, pushing his head into your neck.
“It’s not fair that I had to escape to the bathroom for a cold shower any time you walked around the house. Should’ve done this so much sooner.”
“Please.” You shiver as he runs a hand up your belly to pull your bra aside and grab a handful, before groaning against your lips as you whimper for another kiss. He rubs your nipple as you rub your crotches together for more friction, only making him more impatient in the process. But you’re just the same, because you can feel our panties start to get awfully wet at the feeling of his dick hardening in his pants. “Niichan, we’re still in public,” you whine out though, back wanting to curl as he pinches your puffy nipples so good.“Then hurry to my car,” Wakatoshi bites out, barely able to put you down to start searching his back pocket for his car keys with fire burning behind his eyes. “Hurry in. I’ve wanted to slide my cock into that little cunt of yours for so fucking long— I need it now.” You don’t need to be told twice when he pulls you back again to kiss you hard and deep, before pulling you towards the car park on long legs.
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lavenderbexlatte · 1 year
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day 31 - breeding kink
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nct 1.5k words female reader insert Reader x Kim Jungwoo NSFW
🖤 warnings: teasing, degradation bc i have needs and that is one of them, pet names, kink negotiation, kim jungwoo is the hottest fucking man alive i don’t make the rules i just enforce em 🖤
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His sense of humor is one of your favorite things about him, even when it's being used against you.
But seriously, mark this as the final time in your entire life that you're going to be vulnerable on a human-to-human level with Kim Jungwoo. Boyfriend or no boyfriend, he's not getting anything else out of you.
You should be fucking right now.
You were supposed to be, anyway. It's rare enough these days that you get to snag all of Jungwoo's attention, and much rarer still to have an entire weekend to mess around together, with no work commitments or appointments or other scheduled interruptions.
He's naked, and you're naked, and that should mean that you're about to have some delightful private-time fun with your favorite guy, but no.
Instead, you're getting laughed at.
Not really laughed, if you're honest, but definitely smirked at. That's a smirk.
"You're serious," Jungwoo says, through that smirk.
"I mean...yeah, I am," you say.
You're not pouting. You're totally not.
But Jungwoo reaches out and tweaks your lower lip with his thumb. "Quit pouting."
"I'm not-"
"I just wanna be sure," he continues. "It's kind of a big deal, you know? I'd hate for you to regret it after and get pissed."
"I won't regret it."
"Or worried, I'd hate to worry you."
You scoot around on the bed so that you're sitting upright, next to Jungwoo. Just two stupid people sitting criss-cross-applesauce and buckass naked because you couldn't let things be as they are. Quite the evening, you're having.
"Look, we don't have to-"
"That is not what I'm saying," Jungwoo interrupts. He keeps interrupting you.
"If it's going to be such a big deal, then we just shouldn't do it."
He's still smirking. "It's not like you want it for any weird reason."
What you asked for, that thing that's causing all of this, that's got you practically squirming with embarrassment, practically dying because of the way Jungwoo is digging into it, insisting he understand ever bit of it, is to go raw.
No condom, just this once. Just to try it.
You're a double-protection proponent, most of the time. Your own birth control method, and then the added protection of the simplest method of all. Condoms are easy and safe, and Jungwoo, as a rational person, has never minded them.
But this relationship has been going on for ages, and you got curious. The two of you are exclusive and clean, dammit. You want to try it. Sue you.
And if there's a little second secret reason in the dark corner of your mind that's also motivating you, well, that's your business.
Jungwoo just seems to think it's his business, too.
"Unless you do," he adds. "Unless you have another reason that you're just not telling me."
"Even if I did, I wouldn't have to tell you," you mutter.
"You wouldn't have to. But you should."
"Why?"
Jungwoo's blinding mischief and good nature just knows no bounds. "Because if it's something I can help with, I will."
His words are open and inviting, but you can tell that he can tell that you're embarrassed. And he's going to pull whatever secret you're holding back out of you the way he knows best: by being so unbearable that you crack.
He's so devilishly smart, much smarter than you'd ever imagined when you were just casual friends. And he's the absolute master of switching things up on you, good at verbal parlay and teasing and making you feel things.
Right now, those things are mostly embarrassed.
"I mean, think about it," he says. "If we do it like this, and I finish inside you, since there's only the one method, then your chances of getting pregnant are that much higher. Which is risky."
You have the distinct feeling, in this moment, that he knows exactly what he's doing. Here he goes, already, being too smart for your own good.
"Unless," Jungwoo muses, and oh God, oh no, here he goes-
"Unless?" you repeat weakly.
"Unless that's what you want."
Your protests are similarly weak. "You know I don't want - we couldn't-"
"Not for real," he assures you. "I know you don't actually want that part, just like I don't. No offense, but now is not the time for a kid."
You know that fully well. "Agreed."
But Jungwoo's expression is still dangerous, as he turns slightly sideways, tapping a finger to his gorgeous lips as if he's deep in thought. His profile is so stunning, even in this low light. The wavy fringe of his hair, the curves of his nose, lips, chin, the softly defined slope of his features. You're aware that you're just kind of staring at him, dazed, but you don't care.
"I think I'm right," he says. "I think that what you really want...is to get fucked, and then get stuffed."
Vulgar, ungraceful, unpretty words, but they go buzzing right to your core. He's the worst.
"That's dirty," he admonishes.
"You're the one who-"
"It wasn't my idea, was it? I just figured it out," Jungwoo says.
He leans toward you, now, so close and so beautiful that you forget how to breathe for a second.
"Jungwoo, just drop it, I-"
"You do," he presses. "You just want to get used, huh? Filled up?"
Of course, he's absolutely, undeniably right.
That's what you want.
And if you keep denying it, eventually, for the sake of respecting your boundaries and not actually upsetting you (which is never his goal, ever, no matter how agonizing he is), he's actually going to let it go. Which would be a real pity. That means...
"Yes," you admit.
"Is that what you've been thinking about?"
"Yes."
"And you couldn't tell me because you're embarrassed that you want to be treated like a little cocksleeve? Just for me?" His voice is light and melodic as always, a gentle tone saying the filthiest things.
He's a juxtaposition like no other. His pretty, innocent face and his angel's voice, talking to you like this, taking this bit of obscenity and running with it. You're being nudged backward, pressed to lie on your back among the pillows before you know it
"I don't blame you," he informs you, as he spreads your legs indulgently. "For feeling weird about it, that is."
"Why not?" you ask.
Jungwoo's answering smile is deceptively soft. "Because it's such a dirty thing to want."
"You want to do it, too."
"Anything for you, baby," he replies. "No matter how depraved you are."
Ouch. The dig smarts, but in just the right way. Like a challenge. Like he's provoking you, which he is.
"I'm not!" you protest.
"No?"
"No, I just-"
"You just want me to cum inside you, just because." He's talking through pouted lips, practically cooing at you. "You want to feel filthy, wanna end this dripping cum and begging for me to do it all over again."
Jungwoo has his erection, hard and insistent and betraying his own investment in this little game, pressed up against your entrance as he talks.
He raises a perfect brow. "Can I?"
Even as you nod your consent, you're trying, arguing fruitlessly and knowing that you're making it all up on the spot, "It's not like that, I just-"
"Don't lie to me. You want me to breed you, is that it?"
You hadn't thought of that particular word, yourself, but fucking shit does it render you brainless beneath him, eyes shut and fists clenching the sheets.
It's all you can do to gasp and cling to him as he sinks into you. Hot, hard, perfect, the lack of condom giving you direct contact with inch after inch, and though you've done this before, you've never done it like this with him. If you thought you were brainless a moment ago, it's nothing compared to now.
"Oh, you do."
You can't deny it. You can't do anything.
"You do want it, look how much you're working around me already."
Of course, he's never felt you like this, either, and it's not like he's immune to it.
"Fuck," he mutters, driving into you again, slowly, experimentally, "You're giving me plenty of motivation to do it, you know. Look how wet you are from just the idea of it. You want me to fill you up that badly, you horny little mess? Got yourself all soaking and ready for it?"
He never fails to floor you with how perfectly mean he can be, how insistently, indulgently cruel with his words and his delivery. Simple words, but with this twist that makes them just-
You open your eyes, just to see him, to see if all of this is affecting him as much as it is you. And what you find is simply too much to bear.
Jungwoo is just smiling, clear and unbothered despite the way his hips move against yours, eyes glinting with something intelligent and mean. So unassuming. You'd never guess what he's up to, never associate his words with his visage.
"I'll do it for you, don't worry," he promises. "Whatever you want, baby. Pretty little breeding bitch."
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So I hope this is a safe space to rant. I just need to get this out to someone and this seems like the place to do it.
I have never had sex with another human being where I have cum by the other person. I’m pretty limited on my consensual experiences, but still most have just been the worst. I do have a thing going with my best friend and we’re just taking a minute to figure out what works. Unfortunately it is incredibly hard to make me finish and I’m terrible at explaining the right way to do it.
But my biggest issue is actually my experience with my piss kink. My all time biggest kink is and always will be piss. It was first introduced to me by my high school boyfriend. It started with him holding me close to him anytime one of us had to pee and saying we should just stay together and piss. I always thought it was a joke though. Until one day at my parents lake house he suggested us finding a private place for him to piss on me. I was confused by it but I’ve never been one to kink shame, so I agreed. I have never felt more beautiful, more sexy, more special, or more loved than I did in that moment. I’m a very insecure person, but in that moment I felt like perfection. Since our breakup I have found one person who was comfortable with this kink. Everything we did together was bad except for the piss. That was when I experienced letting it get into my mouth. I came very close to cumming without any stimulation.
But other than those two people any friend or sexual partner that I’ve brought this up to has made me feel so bad about it. Calling me fucked up and disgusting. Don’t get me wrong when said in the right tone “my disgusting little fucked up slut” is the best thing to hear. But these people are intentionally putting me down. Striking it off as weird before I can even explain how the kink makes me feel.
So now I’m like extremely insecure about this kink, and literally the only way I can somewhat satisfy my desires is by your fanfics and an occasional good porn video.
Side not about the whole sleeping with my bestie thing. One of her only big No’s is excrement, so piss is off the table with her. She has stopped making fun of me at my request, but I still low key feel like she judges.
So I guess my question is, how do you go about introducing this to people without getting shot down so horribly? How do you deal with the rejection?
Another thing people judge me for is my nose kink. I have no fucking idea why, but other than a phat ass the sexiest feature of a person is a big nose. When I tell you that I drip just from looking at Chan’s face because of how perfect his nose is, oh my fucking god. But people make me feel so bad about it.
Anywho that’s my rant. I feel a bit better.
I put another anon ask out recently where I brought up the idea of Chan coming home to you in the shower and inviting himself in for some piss fun time. If it wasn’t of good taste, I understand. Just a little fantasy.
I also asked if 🥃anon was available. Is it? I’m a dark liquor girlie so that’s my favorite emoji
Anyway, love you and everything you post bestie
I literally check this page everyday
hi friend!! so i'm so sorry to hear you haven't had a good time with sex :( before i respond to everything i want to say i do still have your previous ask in my inbox!! i had planned to respond to it soon and yes 🥃 is definitely free <3
firstly please do not feel as though you should be ashamed for this kink. trust me there is a lot worse out there lol and as long as they're consensual who cares! you're not forcing anyone into trying this with you, you're just being open about what you're into. that's absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.
secondly in terms of introducing it to other people, i would personally wait until a topic about sex came up with the other person and maybe slide in a little "oh, what are you into in bed?". i think a LOT of people are into piss and just don't want to say it either (further reinforced when i started writing about piss here and so many ate it up). in terms of dealing with rejection, i think it's just a sort of thing like ah, okay, ygm? like not everyone's into choking. not everyone's into bdsm. it is exactly the same with piss! not everyone's into it, and some people are, and that's okay.
i really hope you feel more accepted soon. this is always a safe safe place for kinks and piss in general so please do not ever feel afraid to come here and rant to me <3
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here, kitty, kitty ship: natsu dragneel x lucy heartfilia summary: Lucy had always been the kinky one in their relationship, but there are some things that even she's too nervous to bring into the bedroom. Fortunately for her, Natsu is too nosey to let it slip by him, and he's too good of a boyfriend to let his Lucy go unsatisfied. warnings: nsfw ao3
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Lucy didn’t keep secrets from Natsu. He was her partner in every aspect of the word, and she had committed to sharing herself with him for the rest of her life. She trusted him with anything, and there was nothing that she wouldn’t feel comfortable sharing with him.
Well, sort of, anyway.
Natsu knew she had sex toys; that wasn’t a secret. He’d used them on her frequently enough, but what he didn’t know was the extent of her collection. Typically, her toys were reserved for solo play on lonely nights when her partner was otherwise too busy to fulfil her needs, which made it easier to hide her more unconventional items from him.
He knew about her hot pink dildo and a vibrator or two, but her cat-tail butt plug was her little secret, reserved for nights like these where she liked to indulge herself.
She watched the white faux fur swish around in the mirror as she turned around to get a better look at it.
It had been a novelty purchase she had made while looking for a new vibrator when the motor in hers burned out. Lucy certainly wasn’t opposed to the idea of trying anal, and the cute, fluffy tail was a cute addition to something she was already interested in; she just had no idea how into it she would have been until she used it for the first time.
Her hands ran up and down her body, from her thighs, over her hips, and up her waist until they came to rest on her breasts, before giving her ass a slight wiggle to make the tail swish behind her.
In a weird way, seeing it hang from between her legs made her feel kind of sexy.
This was her naughty little secret, locked away from prying eyes, just for her own indulgence.
Her hand slipped between her thighs, finger brushing over her clit, making her shudder with pleasure, her pussy already dripping wet with arousal. She was almost certain that Natsu would be turned on merely by how aroused wearing her little tail got her, but it wasn’t something that she was sure she felt comfortable telling him about. It didn’t matter that he was balls deep in her almost every night; it was still embarrassing sharing her naughty fetishes with him, especially when they were a little more… unconventional than most.
Lucy was content to keep this one to herself; their sex life was already incredibly kinky with Natsu willing to indulge her in just about anything her heart so desired, so there was no reason she had to add this little kink into the mix when things were already great between them. It was just there to add a little bit of spice to her alone time—nothing more than that.
Lucy let out a soft hum of contentment as she flicked through the pages of her book, Natsu’s arms lazily wrapped around her waist as she sat comfortably in his lap.
"Off," he murmured, giving her a light tap on her thigh as he tried to coax her off his lap. "Gotta take a whazz."
"I wish you wouldn’t say it like that," Lucy grumbled back, shifting off of him and back onto the couch.
"Alright, fine," he said as he walked towards the bathroom. "I’m gonna take a piss."
"That’s worse!"  She yelled out, only to be met with the slamming of the bathroom door.
With a roll of her eyes, Lucy slumped back onto the couch cushions before trying to turn her attention back to her book. Just as she was about to get lost back in the pages, panic began to set in as she recalled how she had left her toys out to dry on a towel in the bathroom. She clutched her book, and her heart began to race at the thought of being found out, only for her nerves to settle when she remembered that it was just Natsu in there, who had seen them plenty of times before. However, those nerves kicked straight back in when she recalled that her beloved tail, which she had been trying so hard to hide from her partner, was amongst them.
Lucy bolted from her spot on her couch to the bathroom, not bothering to think how suspicious it may have looked for her to burst in while her partner was in there, but he had done the same to her so many times before that she thought at least he wouldn’t think to question her weird behaviour too much.
Before she could even reach for the handle, however, the door opened right in front of her, revealing her boyfriend, who held a familiar toy with its fluffy white tail dangling down from his grip.
"When were ya gonna tell me about this one, Lucy?" Natsu teased, moving his hand slightly to let the fur sway around for emphasis.
"I-"
She stood with her mouth agape, at a complete loss for words now that she had been caught red-handed.
"Why do you always have to snoop around in my stuff!" She cried out, trying to distract from his question, knowing that he would be unhappy with her answer.
"I wasn’t snooping! You left it right where I could see it!" He defended, and she knew he was right, but she was so ashamed by the whole scenario that she needed to find any reason to place the blame elsewhere. "C’mon, why didn’t you tell me you had this?"
"Because… Because it’s embarrassing!" Lucy blurted out, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.
"What? No it’s not," Natsu replied, a little confused by how his Lucy, the one who was responsible for most of their kinks in the bedroom, was embarrassed by something he considered to be pretty tame. "I think it’s cute."
She knew that was going to be his reaction, but that didn’t stop the shame that was beginning to creep through her. She was almost certain that she was beet red all the way to her ears at this point.
"I don’t know about cute…" Lucy murmured
"Well, if it’s not cute, then it’s sexy," he replied, his tone much more relaxed and nonchalant than hers was. "Can ya wear it for me next time?" He asked, flashing her those big, pleading eyes that he knew tugged at her heartstrings in a bid to convince her. "Please?"
There was no denying that the idea of being on her hands and knees, ass up in the air as she wiggled her tail invitingly for him, turned her on. The more she thought about it, the hornier she got. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to get rid of the delicious heat that was beginning to pool between them, though the friction only served to get her body even more excited.
"Fine..." she caved, figuring there was no point in trying to be bashful or deny it any longer.
"You’re the best, Lucy. Have I ever told ya that?" He said, with a very, very eager grin on his face.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," she grumbled, still a little mortified by the whole situation. "Hurry up before I change my mind."
"Now?"  He asked, slightly taken aback by how quickly she had caved in to his pleading.
"Y-Yes, now!" Lucy replied, realising that he never explicitly stated that it had to be right now but being too embarrassed to go back on her word. With the wetness beginning to form in her panties, she wasn’t sure ‘next time’ would have been too far away anyway.
Lucy sat on her bed, completely nude, as she watched Natsu fiddle with the cap of the bottle of lube before dispensing plenty of it on the tip of the toy. Once he was satisfied with the amount, he flicked the lid shut, tossing the tube aside, not particularly caring where it landed.
His gaze expectantly flicked up to her, and she drew in a long breath, preparing herself for the fact that this really was about to happen.
"It’s easiest if you put it in like this," she told him as she moved from her comfortable position, sat on her bed, and bent over, leaving her completely exposed for him.
Natsu dragged the lubed tip over her asshole, eliciting a soft hiss from Lucy at the cool feeling of the steel plug touching her warm body, before he slowly pushed it in. There was a little resistance at first, and he hesitated for a moment, worried that he might have been hurting her.
"Keep going," she said, not wanting to draw their foreplay out longer than it needed to be when she was already this pent up.
At her demands, he pushed in further, and it easily slipped in, her body taking the widest part of it effortlessly, making her feel just a tad embarrassed by just how easy her body could take it in now. Now there was no evidence left of the plug; it simply looked like the tail sprouted from her body.
"Does it feel good?"
"Yeah, it does," she contently sighed, unable to hide the lewd pleasure it provided her.
It was pretty small, nowhere near Natsu’s size, but it still stretched her tight hole enough that she felt completely full, and it made her wonder just how good it would feel to have him inside her hole. The thought of it made her unconsciously wiggle her ass in anticipation.
Turning to look over her shoulder, Lucy was ready to beg him to hurry up if she had to, but it seemed that her partner was way ahead of her, already having shed his jacket and pants, leaving him only in his boxers, where she saw the very obvious tent that he was pitching in them.
"How long have you had this?" He asked, running his hand across the soft fur, inadvertently pressing it against her soaked pussy, making her shudder at the contact.
"A while," she admitted, not wanting to reveal just how long it had been in her possession.
Honestly, considering how nosey he was, Lucy was surprised that she had managed to keep her secret for this long.
His hands roamed across her ass, and she sucked in a breath of anticipation, ready to feel him stretch her out nice and good as he rutted into her like she was a poor little cat in heat, desperate to be bred, but she paused when she felt his hands move up her back to rest on her hair.
One began to run down her hair while the other found purchase behind her ear, gently scratching her scalp.
"What are you doing?" She asked, lowering herself back down so she was sitting on the bed and looking over her shoulder at him.
"You’re supposed to be a cat," he said. "Cats like being pet."
"I guess…"  Lucy murmured, understanding his reasoning, supposing that it wasn’t any weirder than the rest of what was going on.
Admittedly she kind of liked the way his hands felt running up and down her hair, petting her like a little kitty cat. Initially, the tail was just for aesthetic purposes, but with the way he was beginning to treat her like a pet, she couldn’t help but feel she could really get into this.
She loved the way Natsu wasn’t afraid to be rough with her, but this soft, tender attention was nice. No one but her got to see this side of him, and it made her feel just that little more special. Natsu always took care of her, so she figured it was only appropriate that she felt so comfortable playing the part of his pet.
One hand moved from her hair to rest gently on her cheek, and she was more than happy to lean into his touch, turning her head to nuzzle her nose into his palm. She whined a little when she felt him take his hand away, only to be filled with excitement when she glanced over at him and saw him shedding his boxers. Eager to take him quickly, she resumed her position, bent over on her hands and knees to offer herself up to him.
Holding the tail out of the way with one hand, he lined himself up with her with the other. With how horny she was, it was no surprise when he was able to slip right in, filling her completely.
It wasn’t often that they did it in this position, with Natsu much preferring to be able to see her face while he fucked her, relishing in all the sexy expressions she made and the way her tits bounced with each movement when he rutted up into her. Not that she could complain about it; Natsu knew how to make her feel good no matter what position they were in, but there was something about doing it doggy style that got Lucy particularly excited. Maybe it was how he could just get that much deeper inside her, or maybe it was the chance to show off her ass—an underrated asset of hers, in her opinion. Whatever it was, she was always excited whenever Natsu indulged her in it, and tonight he was more than willing.
Natsu let out a groan as he fully sheathed himself inside of her and felt the butt plug pressing against his length. He hadn’t really expected her to feel any different from usual, but he could certainly feel the resistance the plug provided, making her feel even tighter than usual.
Gripping her hips and letting her tail fall to the side, he wasted no time in pulling himself out before thrusting himself deep inside of her, trying to elicit every moan and mewl he could get out of her. Taking her from behind, he was able to reach the deepest spot inside her, hitting just the right angle that made her writhe and sob.
His hand held her hips with a bruising grip, one that would surely, at the very least, leave nail marks on her skin in the morning. He pulled her onto his cock to meet his every thrust, appreciating the way her soft, supple skin spilled through his fingers before he took note of something else he could occupy his hands with.
Letting his hands drop from her hips, he took hold of the fluffy white tail, holding it with a firm grip, before tugging on it to pull her ass back and fill her pussy up. With each pull, she could feel it beginning to slip out only to feel it sink back in as he thrust into her, and she was beginning to worry at this point that he would pull it out altogether.
"Stop pulling on it…" Lucy murmured, her face still flushed with embarrassment that she had given into his whims.
"Only if you meow like a kitty," he teased, his grip still firm on her tail to let her know he was being serious.
"Natsuuuu…" she whined.
That stupid plug was meant to stay between her and her mirror, but of course Natsu had to go get his grubby little hands on it and beg her to wear it while he fucked her. The worst part was how turned on the whole scenario made her. She was Natsu’s little sex kitty, and she liked it.
"C’mon, do it for me," he followed up, giving it another tug to egg her on.
"M-meow!  Meow!"
"Good kitty," he purred, letting go of her bushy little tail to run a hand through her hair. "Who’s my good kitty?"
"M-me! I’m your good kitty!" She cried out, completely and utterly turned on by his praise.
Hearing her eager agreement made his dick twitch inside of her, prompting him to pull her onto his cock with a rough fervour that made her moan out in absolute ecstasy.
"Shit Lucy, I knew you were a pervert, but this is somethin’ else," he grunted as he rutted into her. "Gettin’ so wet and turned on by being my little kitty. Wish you’d share your naughty kinks like this with me more."
He could have been fucking her like this the whole time, treating her like his good little kitty, if she hadn’t been so stupidly ashamed of the whole idea. Natsu really held no shame when it came to even the most unconventional kinks, and he was always ready to go along with whatever fantasy she wanted to play out, didn’t matter if she wanted to be a sexy librarian or a cute little kitty cat. It was Lucy’s shame that complicated things, considering she was usually the one to bring new kinks and fetishes to the table. Not that she felt that Natsu would ever judge her for it, but the idea of anyone else knowing that she enjoyed playing the role of a sex kitty as he rammed into her from behind was absolutely mortifying.
It was too late to dwell on it now though, with her partner already buried deep inside of her, one hand resting on her ass while the other happily played with the tail, twisting it around his fingers while he fucked her.
"Harder!  Please!" Lucy begged, feeling his pace begin to slow as his attention was taken by playing with her tail.
The response to her pleas was instant, as he increased his speed and pounded deep inside of her. Her arms gave out beneath her, sending her torso crashing down to the mattress. Her body was only held up by Natsu’s firm grip on her hips as he pulled them onto his cock. She turned her head to the side, looking over her shoulder to meet Natsu’s gaze, only to see his eyes hazed over with lust, his mind clearly only filled with the thoughts of filling her up nice and good, indulging her in her naughtiest fantasies, and making her cum on his cock so hard she cried. In that moment, she could understand why he liked to see her face during sex. He looked so sexy like that, determined to pleasure his pet in whatever way he could.
She wasn’t given much time to think much longer on it when she felt him ram deep inside of her once more, angled at just the perfect position to hit her right where he knew it felt the best.
"Oh God!  N-Na-ah-tsuuu~"  She sobbed, clambering to grasp at the sheets for some sort of grip on reality.
"Good kitty," he repeated, praising her pleasured moans that came like music to his ears.
"Nghaaaahhhh~ Meowww~" Lucy mewled in response, more eager this time, every ounce of shame having long since been washed away.
"Geez, you’re really into this, aren’t you?" Natsu asked between grunts, knowing that she had to have been interested to some extent to own the tail in the first place, but being completely taken aback at how quickly she had taken to her role.
"S-Shut up!" She spat back, unable to deny it but not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being right.
"I like it," Natsu purred. "You should be my kitty more," he teased, giving her tail another tug and eliciting a soft squeak from her.
Lucy buried her face in the pillow to try to hide the blush that was threatening to form once more. If he was going to fuck her and praise her like this, maybe she would be his kitty more.
His hands dropped from her hips to the mattress, caging her in as she felt his chest press against her back. It took all her strength to keep her ass up for him rather than just succumbing to the mind-numbing pleasure that he was providing her and collapsing straight onto the mattress.
"Oh- Oh God-! Aa~aaahhh~ Natsu~!" She managed to sob, her voice muffled by the pillow her face was shoved into.
"Good kitty," he growled into her ear, his warm breath brushing over the shell of it and making her entire body shudder.
Hearing his praise was just what she needed to send her rushing over the edge of pleasure. Her entire body convulsed under his, her pussy tightly clenched around his cock, ready to milk everything out of it and feel it breed her like the good little kitty she was.
He could feel her reaching her peak and increased his pace, ramming into her like a wild animal, determined to fuck her through her blissful orgasm.
She turned her head to the side to try let him know how good he was making her feel, but all she could manage were a few pathetic mewls and pants as he abused her g-spot over and over again until she couldn’t take it any longer. A high-pitched wail left her lips as the string attaching her to reality snapped and her vision went white. All she could feel was pure, unadulterated, orgasmic pleasure washing over her body in waves.
She vaguely felt his lips press against her shoulder blade as he pulled out of her, letting her lower body flop onto the mattress, before his cum began to leak out of her into a puddle on the sheets. He wasted no time in joining her, flopping down on the pillow beside her.
When she finally managed to roll on her side and pry her eyes open, she was met with that goofy smile of his that never seemed to cease, even when he had just relentlessly pounded her into the bed and finished deep inside of her.
His hand snaked around her back before resting on the back of her head and pulling her lips to meet his in a kiss that she happily reciprocated.
"I meant what I said, by the way," he murmured once she pulled away.
Lucy blinked dumbly at him for a moment, not recalling what on earth he was talking about.
"What did you say?" She asked, still giving him a blank stare as she tried to figure out what he had said.
"That I want you to tell me all your dirty kinks," he replied.
"I do! Sort of…" She trailed off. "I don’t know, I just thought the cat tail was a little out there…"
"Out there would be if you like, wanted me to suck your toes or somethin’." Natsu shrugged. "Wanting to act like a cat during sex is pretty tame."
"I- I never said I wanted to act like a cat! You bought that into this!" She accused, not wanting to take credit for her incredibly perverted behaviour.
"Yeah, but you were pretty into it," he smirked, before he was on top of her once more, pinning her hands above her head.
"N-Natsu!" She shrieked before being cut off by his lips being slanted over hers.
"I like the cat thing better when you’re sober," he teased once he pulled away. "This time, I’m gonna make you purr like a kitty cat."
Before she had a chance to protest, his mouth was on hers once more, and she began to realise their kitty escapades wouldn’t end there.
Maybe letting her secret slip wasn’t so bad after all.
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Brief TW for Iggy & Rango's shitty, unhealthy relationship and also implications of body mutilation caused by Iggy's nasty fetishes
>During a date, on the city bus, as Iggy & Rango are heading from the mall to a hotel<
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Rango: "...... Hey Luv?"
Iggy: "Yeeesss, my filthy slut~?"
Rango: "Can we maybe... Not do piss-play tonight? Please??"
Iggy: "Awww, why not?"
Rango: "Well, for one, I don't really like doing that one... It's... Weird."
Iggy: "No, it's not!!!... Anyways. If you do what I tell you tonight, I'll let you pick which kink we work with next time~"
Rango: "Alright, fine... But... I really need to go... I'm not sure if I'm going to make it to the hotel room..."
Iggy: "Don't be ridiculous, of course you will!"
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Iggy: "Uhhh... OH! That reminds me, I bought a little present for you!!"
Rango: "I don't see what this has to do with-"
Iggy: *Drags Rango into the bathroom*
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Iggy: "A dick plug." :3
Rango: "Ooooh... I didn't know those existed!! That'll probably help me keep it in!!"
Iggy: "It will!! You're gonna love it!!"
Rango: *Seems excited*
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The Lady: "Uh... Are you sure? Our elevator is out of service at the moment, so you'll have to take the s-"
Iggy: "PERFECT!!!"
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Topper: "Jesus, what happened to you??"
Rango: "I-I don't wanna talk about it..."
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Chapter 4 - Bedpost
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Discord 18+ - Twitter - Kofi
Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader
Summary: You and Suguru try to resist ripping each other's heads off.
Genre:**College AU**
Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Toxic Behavior, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Virgin Reader, Yandere Suguru, Emotional Cheating
Suguru Art by: Ilameys
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You were trying to focus on your French lecture. You really were, but your mind couldn’t stop thinking about what you were going to wear tonight on your date with Satoru. You were only going to be having dinner at his (and the monkey’s) place but you still wanted to impress him. Should you wear a dress? Maybe something more casual? What did Satoru like? For once, you wished you could ask that idiot what his friend was into so you could make sure you made a good impression. Knowing that asshole, he probably would’ve told you the wrong thing and had you dressed like a pirate standing outside of his apartment later. The thought made you chuckle quietly to yourself.
You scribbled down your lecture notes as the professor continued. You jumped slightly when you felt your phone vibrate in your lap. You smiled, already knowing who it was before you opened your messages.
Satoru: cant wait to see u tonight :)
Satoru: what do u wanna eat?
Satoru: actually dont answer that. i wanna surprise u
Satoru: wait actually ur not allergic to anything right?
Your smile spread into a beaming grin. It wasn’t like you knew Satoru well at all, but even you could tell he was nervous. The rapid texts coming in one after the other was a dead giveaway. It was cute though. You shook your head, quickly replying under your desk.
You: lol breatheee Satoru. im not picky and no allergies
You: cant wait to see u too
You supposed you didn’t need Suguru to find out what to wear tonight. You could just ask Satoru directly. Right? That was fine? Fuck it. You were doing it.
You: weird question. what should i wear?
You watched the three little dots blink at the bottom of the screen for what felt like forever. You shouldn’t have asked. You really shouldn’t have asked. What kind of question was that anyway? You couldn’t pick something to wear? Were you really so desperate for his approval that you needed him to dictate what you wore? You hadn’t seriously dated anyone before, so you weren’t really sure how to do this. School was pretty much your boyfriend. You never made time for this kind of thing. You were pulled from your thoughts when your phone vibrated again.
Satoru: sorry i wanted to make a creepy joke so bad but i didnt want u to get the wrong impression. Wear whatever u want, love. im sure ur gonna look great no matter what <3
He was so sweet. You wondered how he could be friends with someone like Suguru who spent most of his time being a miserable ass to everyone around him. Seriously, any time you thought about trying to make peace with the guy, he said or did something to piss you off. You hoped he wouldn’t be at home tonight. You didn’t want him to ruin this for you. You typed back to Satoru quickly.
You: will your roommate be home?
He replied quickly this time.
Satoru: lol u kno u can just call him suguru
You: no thx.
Satoru: i dont get u guys but no its just me and u at the apt tonight. that ok?
You frowned, your stomach dropping as you read Satoru’s text. What was that? Sadness? Five seconds ago, you were praying he wouldn’t be anywhere near the apartment so you could be alone with Satoru. This was actually more than you could ask for. And yet, you couldn’t ignore the nagging disappointment you were feeling. You shot back a quick text to Satoru.
You: perfect :) see you tonight
You sighed, resuming your note taking. This was going to be a good night. You would make sure it was a good night. Suguru could not ruin this night for you. Satoru was going to treat you to dinner and you would not even see a glimpse of Suguru. That was a good thing, right?
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Once your classes were over for the day, you moved across the courtyard to head back to your apartment. It was the packed with students lounging in the grass. There were picnic tables scattered around where students were eating, mingling, studying. The beautiful spring weather made this place the perfect hangout spot. You wandered through the students laying in the grass, mentally arranging outfits in your closet when you heard your name being called. You glanced around, eyes landing on Utahime sitting at one of the picnic tables, waving you over. Next to her sat king of the apes himself, staring boredly off to the side with his elbow propped up on the table, head in his hand.
“Y/n, come here! I wanna talk to you before your date!” She howled across the courtyard. And it could have just been your imagination, but you could have sworn that even from the other side of the courtyard, you could see Suguru’s jaw tick hard.
You took your time making your way over there, careful not to step on any of the many people splayed out on the ground soaking up the sun. You kept your eyes locked on Utahime and Suguru as they chatted idly to each other. Suguru must have said something particularly hilarious because Utahime threw her head back to laugh, grabbing his arm to steady herself. Your stomach flipped. Why? You had no idea, but you found yourself moving just a little bit faster, your foot clipping a student in the side with a loud “ouch!” coming from below.
“I’m sorry!” you yelled back, hurrying over to the table. You threw your bag down on the bench and took a seat across from them, Utahime coming down from her giggle fit.
“What’s so funny?” You tried to ask casually, like your blood wasn’t boiling for whatever reason.
“Oh, nothing…” Utahime sighed happily. Your eyes were glued to her hand still on Suguru’s bicep as it slid down his arm slowly and landed on the table. “So?!” She started and you quickly averted your gaze, hoping she hadn’t seen you staring. Suguru on the other hand, had assumed his previous position of staring off to the side, not bothering to acknowledge you.
“So, what?”
“Don’t act stupid!” Utahime scolded. Suguru snorted at this.
“I don’t think she’s acting.” He muttered, still turned away from you and Utahime. You ignored him.
“Sugu, don’t be mean.” She chided and the familiar use of his nickname made you ball your hands into fists under the table. “I’m talking about your date with Satoru! Are you excited?”
Should you be talking about this in front of Suguru? Wait, why did you fucking care?
“Yes. We were texting about it earlier and he’s so sweet, Hime. He wants to surprise me with dinner and he’s cooking. He sounds just as excited as me from what he was texting me. This is so embarrassing, though. I asked him what I should wear.” In your peripheral, you saw Suguru shift slightly but he remained turned away from you.
Utahime giggled. “What did he tell you? A typical Satoru answer? Something sexy, short, preferably easy to take off?”
You blinked. Is that what he usually tells girls?
“Ah, no. He told me…one sec-” you pulled your phone out and read the text from Satoru back to Utahime…and Suguru since he wasn’t going anywhere apparently. “-and I quote: sorry, I wanted to make a creepy joke so bad but I didn’t want you to get the wrong impression. Wear whatever you want, love. I’m sure you’re gonna look great no matter what…And then he put a little heart emoji.”
Now Utahime blinked, her brown eyes wide and eyebrows lifting. “Wow…that sounds very unlike Satoru actually.” Again, you noticed Suguru shift next to Utahime. Whatever he was looking at must have been the most interesting thing in the world because his eyes were locked onto it.
Utahime leaned forward on the table. “Wear that little sage green dress in your closet. The silk one with the slit up your thigh!”
“Ooh, I forgot about that one. I’ll wear it!” You agreed.
“Yes! And it’s loose enough on the thighs for easy access for Satoru.” Your cheeks heated up immediately. Utahime lowered her voice an octave, a devilish grin flashing across her features. “Do you think you’ll fuck Satoru tonight?”
The hair on the back of your neck stood straight up as you felt the lighthearted atmosphere instantly shift into something much, much heavier. Your eyes slid over from Utahime’s to Suguru beside her who had suddenly pivoted his body to face you, his eyes glued to yours. Those deep brown eyes bore into yours so intensely, you had to look away.
“Stop staring, monkey. I don’t have any bananas with me.” You had to bring some type of normalcy back. Suguru knew little to nothing about you or your personal life – his only knowledge pertaining to your academics – yet here you sat with your roommate gushing about his best friend and the…intimate plans of the night ahead of you. You didn’t need him making it more awkward than it already was.
Suguru continued his staring, putting his head back in his palm as his lips curled into a wicked smirk.
“Oh, I’m just interested to hear if you’re going to fuck Satoru tonight or not.” You look at him again.
“Why is that any of your business?”
“Just curious. For someone who prides themselves on being so smart, you’re actually really fucking stupid if you fuck Satoru. But, you’re right. It actually isn’t my business.”
“And yet, here you are…making it your business. Say what the fuck is on your mind.” He doesn’t say anything, just sits there with the same intense stare, peering into your soul. “Speak, monkey.” You gritted out.
“I mean, it’s your choice. If you want to be another notch in Satoru’s bedpost, that’s up to you. I’m just saying, if let your pretty boy distract you you’ll be falling behind in your classes and debate team. Actually, this might work out for me if you and pretty boy do hook up.” He shrugs, sticking his tongue out at you through a cruel smile that doesn’t reach anywhere near his eyes.
“Pretty boy? I didn’t know you looked at Satoru that way, Suguru.” You match his cruel smile with your own, loving the way he tenses up at you addressing him by name for the first time since you’ve known each other. “Worried his good looks overshadow you and your chimp face?”
Suguru’s brows furrowed and he sat up straight. “Monkey this, monkey that. I’m getting so fucking bored with that one.”
“And I’m getting so fucking bored of your unwarranted opinions on what I’m doing.”
“And just like all of his other whores, you’re a one night stand away from Satoru being fucking bored of you in a couple of hours.”
You opened your mouth to reply only to be interrupted by Utahime’s nervous chuckle breaking through the tension. “Haha…You guys…maybe bring it down a little? You’re kind of yelling…” She glances around nervously and you follow suit, seeing quite a few eyes on you. You realize then that you’re breathing heavily, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your heart pounding in your ears. Suguru looks to be about in the same condition as you as he takes in your surroundings.
Snatching your bag from the seat, you stood abruptly, glaring hard down at Suguru. He glared right back. You would never be able to have a decent conversation with this monster. No matter what you did, no matter where you went, he would be there to shit on your mood and you were sick of it.
“I think you’re underestimating the chemistry between me and Satoru and I can’t wait to prove it to you. This date will go great whether I fuck him or not, but I think maybe I will.” You said quietly. You didn’t miss the way Suguru’s jaw clenched at this. “I will see him tonight regardless of your warnings and I will invade every corner of your space in that apartment just to watch you fucking squirm with irritation. I will continue to best you in every class we have together and then I will go home --” you dragged out the word ‘home’ and grinned when Suguru’s nostrils flared. “—to Satoru’s open arms while you cry in your room and waste away into nothing but mediocrity.”
Through gritted teeth, Suguru slowly speaks. “If you think you’ll be anything more to Satoru than a pair of legs to slide between, then you really are a fucking moron.”
You recoiled at the insult. While Suguru had called you many names, you did not fail to notice he called everyone else he deemed unworthy a moron - except you. And for some reason, this hurt.
“Fuck you.” You breathed shakily, your voice coming out just barely above a whisper.
“Think I’ll leave that job to Satoru.” He replied without missing a beat.
You stood there, scowling down at him. Your mind was racing so fast you couldn’t think of a response to that. He was going to have the last word and right now, you really didn’t care. The anger was overtaking you and you could feel your eyes beginning to burn as tears tried to escape. You said nothing, instead you turned on your heel and stormed off to your apartment to get ready for what you would make sure was an incredible date in spite of Suguru fucking Geto.
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