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I received the gift of narcissistic abuse
It had a mouthful but I never looked like a gift horse in the mouth
Maxwell House Coffee can experiment #67
#you're a unicorn except you're the exact same breed as me#nothing like a leader card reminding you it's ok to have passionalte live for your sisters#he will be talking to me and move his lips talking to her#Encino Man#you come to your Godfather and ask me to grant you electric senses#but you look so hot so yeah sit down and let me have a looooook at you#see my codons with color too#once again reminded we aren't linear#can I lay on your pentagram while you're taking that shot#full of me#sucking a glass dick#I want to hear a combo of snap crackle popping and popping#apparently my pies are the most filling#what do you two have in common? you masturbate fantasizing about fucking me#I fantasize about you two doing the four finned mermaid#pic of you on a wall legs wrapped my neck#hope you got fairly tall walls#luckily we aren't Giants#Yet#so in some ways we are because as mentally fucked up as I am I can see and Feel the change#man when someone tells my fiance they shouldn't be getting married I really make sure they get not theirs#there is some vibe of if you someone came in this town they were in another realm#I looked you in the eye in class and there was nothing but truth in that gaze#if you sat down you became mine#you were the best toy I got that year#Spawn 3 was pretty cool too though ;)#looper: man we just keep coming back intil it's done man don't you get it(to the weapon)#my children fill me with a sense of joy nothing else does#I want that for you#you were already on poing in preschool and uh....(mine raised)
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Chapter 25
Kyubi hated cops. So annoying. Now she had some fun, with some of Rivers friends, she now had two different houeholds to viit. All thanks to that bitch Poppy.
She decided to start with Camilla Rodriguez family.
knocked on the door and young man answered.
Too many flaming fairies in the neighbour hood, move out, cock roach infested apartment. First, change your memories.
We just need you to be put in his past! It is the only way to make him change his attitude towards what we tell him to do![C.R]
And how can you be so sure that he is going to change his attitude??[T.I]
Well, I’m not!! Not at all!! But it’s our only chance here!! We’re gonna make him believe he has already done all the things we were trying to make him do![C.R]
Are you sure all these won’t affect his judgement??[T.I]
I’m counting on that!!! Let’s hope that changing drastically his past behavior will confuse him that hard, so that he starts questioning his present behavior!![C.R]
You mean that...[T.I]
I mean that he’s gonna get a lot of dirty things in his brain about you, honey.[C.R]
Like what?[T.I]
I don’t know yet. Anything! But I’m sure Zhang will help us on this! Right?[Z.W]
You mean you want him to remember masturbating and fantasizing Cat?[T.I]
Yes. But more!! Masturbating and fantasizing about Cat are way too soft memories for him![Z.W]
What exactly do you have in mind?[T.I]
You don’t need me, Zhang. Write whatever you want! The important thing is to make him remember that he acted like a pervert! Do not make him how he think he is! Make him remember he acted like a filthy, horny pervert! He was hitting on her from the moment he got in. Make Cat be remembered like a lady and him like a disgusting pig.[Z.W]
I see...[T.I]
That’s it. I want him to remember that he couldn’t control his cock. That he was being nice to us, even though he knew he shouldn’t, only to put his penis into Cat.[Z.W]
I see...[T.I]
And hit him real fucking hard with this! Show no mercy! Put him that Cat was constantly reminding him of his wife and he was saying things like “fuck that whore”, or “I will divorce her if you want”.[Z.W]
Hm. I don’t know about that. It may react with his moral values. From what I see in his memories, he would never say something like this. It would make that memory look irrelevant, you know? And we don’t know how his brain is going to react on this.[T.I]
Irrelevant, huh? Then we have to make it relevant! Put more staff like this in his past! Can you?[Z.W]
More staff, like..?[T.I]
Has he ever cheated on his wife?[Z.W]
Uhm.... no.[T.I]
Okay. He has now![Z.W]
With whom? When? A memory that powerful may confuse him even worse! We are playing with fire here![T.I]
Don’t worry! We’re gonna make it that common, so that we help him not to get confused! Yeah, let’s give our perfect boy here something to remember...[Z.W]
That might work actually...[T.I]
Do you see his wedding, Zhang?[Z.W]
Wait a minute... yes.[T.I]
Okay. Where he was the day after?[Z.W]
He had left...uhm.. for honeymoon![T.I]
Where?[Z.W]
Wait... uhm... somewhere in Indonesia![T.I]
Perfect! That’s where he met Titi, that hotel maid he got to fuck from the day he got there to the day he left![Z.W]
I see...[T.I]
And do not make her splashy or anything! His wife must be a thousand times more dazzling. The whole point of this is for him to remember that he settled for the first woman he saw. Make Titi short, dark skin, black hair, skinny as hell, no tits. And a bit dirty! You get the point. She’s a cheap, trashy, ugly slut looking to get fucked by horny Americans, who are looking to fuck foreign girls.[Z.W]
Okay...[T.I]
And then start creating earth-shuttering fucking sessions with Titi throughout his honeymoon. Give him memories of wild fucks with Titi behind his wife’s back. And make them dirty. Make HIM dirty! Give him crushing orgasms in the bridal bed with Titi. Give him that he had Titi wearing his wife’s wedding dress every time he was fucking her brains out.[Z.W]
Are you sure about all these, Tanya...?[T.I]
OF COURSE I’M NOT SURE!!! HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO BE, HUH?? DO YOU HAVE A BETTER IDEA??? COS IF YOU DO, NOW IT WOULD BE A GOOD TIME TO SAY IT!![Z.W]
Yes, but I mean, you know... His mental state after all these. He may be mentally unstable, you know...?[T.I]
YOU KNOW WHAT, ZHANG??? YOU SEE THAT MAN YOU HAVE IN FRONT OF YOU??? THAT MAN WANTS US IN JAIL!! YOU KNOW THAT??[Z.W]
Of course...[T.I]
AND WITH EVERYTHING HE KNOWS, FRANKLY, HE WILL HAVE IT IN NO TIME!!! AM I WRONG???[Z.W]
No Tanya. I know...[T.I]
WHAT WE HAVE IN OUR HANDS, ZHANG... WHAT WE HAVE CREATED... IT CAN CHANGE THE FATE OF ALL OF US... THE FATE OF THE COMPANY... IT CAN CHANGE OUR FUTURE, YOU KNOW??[Z.W]
I know, Tanya. There’s no need to...[T.I]
I WON’T LET ONE MAN STAND IN OUR WAY, ZHANG!! NOT THIS TIME!! YOU THINK I CARE ABOUT HIS MENTAL STATE??? I SAY FUCK HIS MENTAL STATE!!!! I DON’T WANT HIM MENTALLY STABLE!! COS IF HE IS MENTALLY STABLE HE IS GOING TO PUT US IN JAIL!!! I WANT HIM TO BE UNSTABLE. DIRTY. HORNY. CORRUPTED. AND THE ONLY WAY I SEE NOW FOR ALL THESE TO HAPPEN, IS BY DOING WHAT WE DO NOW!!![Z.W]
I know...[T.I]
THEN PLEASE. HELP US PUT SOME DIRT IN THAT BASTARD’S LIFE.[Z.W]
Yes, Ma’am![T.I]
That’s the spirit!! Now. Was our boy’s honeymoon full of nice hot fucks with the maid?[Z.W]
Yes. Everything’s in. I have one more problem though.[T.I]
Say it![Z.W]
For those memories to be put, we have to take out others. See. He can’t remember more things than he already remembers, you know?[T.I]
I see. Well... How many fucks with his wife does he remember?[Z.W]
Uh.... all of them.[T.I]
And how many were they?[Z.W]
Wait... uh.... 7.[T.I]
And how many days was he there?[Z.W]
Uh... 15.[T.I]
How many fucks have you put with Titi?[Z.W]
15... Same as the days he stayed there. Should I start deleting?[T.I]
NO! NO! NO WAY![Z.W]
But! 15 sessions with the maid and all the other things we have put in, are way too much! There will be no space for everything![T.I]
That’s okay. Our boy doesn’t need to remember any boring romantic sex with his stupid wife back there. He has dirty Titi to remember from his honeymoon. So. Delete ALL the sex with his wife. And to make room for the rest of the good stuff with Titi, he doesn’t need to remember ANYTHING about her with regards to sex! Was there a night that his wifey was wearing a sexy dress? Delete it! A memory of her on the beach wearing a sexy bathing suit? Delete! Any memory of her wearing only her panties at the hotel? Delete! Replace them with images of tiny Titi, wearing cheap trashy uniforms, posing for him like a slut, having him emptying his balls all over the place like a horny dog.[Z.W]
Okay... and... done...[T.I]
One last thing. And that’s important.[Z.W]
I’m listening...[T.I]
I want you to add to all, and I mean ALL, the fucks with Titi, the memory of him having a mind blowing orgasm, while being IN HER PUSSY![Z.W]
WHAT?[T.I]
That’s right! I want that bastard to remember EXACTLY every shot of his load in her pussy and I want you to add several times after that in his life, to remember of his fear that Titi may have been raising his child all these years.[Z.W]
Okay...[T.I]
And I want you to create more imaginary fucks for our boy! You said he has never cheated on his wife?[Z.W]
Uhm.... no. Well, apart from Titi...[T.I]
Start writing then![Z.W]
Okay.[T.I]
I want you to emphasize on the number! Not the quality of the memories. He doesn’t need to remember what the girl he fucked was wearing or what they did afterwards. I just need him to remember that he fucked her! You don’t need to put even the name. Just put him the image. The lust. The craving for more. Fill that man’s life with legions of no-name whores. Fill his past with soulless fucks in toilets, cars, bars, or any trashy places that come to mind. And spend no time in those women. We want them trashy, cheap and whorish.[Z.W]
Sh...it. Tanya. We are creating a monster, you know?[T.I]
Let’s hope that we do! At least he’s gonna have the past of the monster![C.R]
Tanya’s right, Zhang! Now, can I ask you a favor as well?[T.I]
What is it?[C.R]
We’re giving him vague memories of sex with several women, right?[T.I]
Hopefully with hundreds of women![C.R]
Well... Can we make some of them... to be, let’s say Spanish? Or at least of Spanish heritage? You know... so that later, with me...[T.I]
SAY NO MORE, CAT!! That is a BRILLIANT IDEA!! A BRILLIANT IDEA!![Z.W]
That is indeed clever, Cat.[T.I]
Zhang! Please look. Can you please find the first time he had sex?[Z.W]
Yes, Ma’am. Give me a few seconds... uh.... uh yeah. I think I found it.[T.I]
When it was, with whom etc. Tell us about it.[Z.W]
There was this girl, Mary. They were at some guy’s party. It was love at first sight.[T.I]
Did they have sex at the party then?[Z.W]
Uhm. No. Actually they didn’t even kiss! Yes. He wanted it to make it special for her. Uhm, yeah, it was the following day. He took her to a nice restaurant. With candles and everything. He ordered champagne. They laughed. They both had a great time. Then, he took her for a walk at the beach. And later....[T.I]
Yeah! Fuck that! I don’t wanna listen!! Just tell me how old he is![Z.W]
They are both 16.[T.I]
Perfect! Can you see that girl? Describe her to me![Z.W]
She’s cute. She’s blonde, she has blue eyes, beautiful face, light-skin. Uhm... yes, from what I see, he remembers her pretty much as an angel. He can still recall that pure, romantic love those two had.[T.I]
Yeah, okay. Blonde you said? Okay, she’s a brunette now.[Z.W]
Uh... okay.[T.I]
She’s got thick, black hair. And make her skin darker. I want her skin tone to resemble nothing like an American girl.[Z.W]
Okay.[T.I]
And about that face. You said she’s cute. Well. I want you to make minor adjustments in what she looks like. You know, let her stay the same in his memory. But change a few things here and there so that she gets a more ethnic look. I, for sure, want a more prominent nose, a thick skin and I want lips as big as possible.[Z.W]
Done.[T.I]
Perfect. I want it to be obvious to everyone that she’s not American. I want her to look like a Latina. But I don’t want her anything like a Latina hottie. Make her more like a Mexican immigrant or something. Take all the elegance out of that girl and add a few things.[Z.W]
Okay. Is there something specific that you want?[T.I]
Uhm, well.. yeah. For starters, inflate her tits! But not in a sexy way. I want it more like two mountains of saggy flesh in front of her.[Z.W]
Okay.[T.I]
And then start adding some excess fat in all the right places. You get the point, right? I want our girl to be chubby and cheap.[Z.W]
Okay. I’ll see what I can do.[T.I]
Now the most important part. You said, in his memory she looked like an angel, huh? Well, we don’t want that now. Obviously! Delete that![Z.W]
Okay.[T.I]
Now, once he saw her in that party, said it was love at first sight. Okay. Well, about that first memory of her... Do not delete that! Actually we want him to have that memory. In detail... But make it something like this: He got in. He saw her. She was wearing a ridiculously low-cut shirt that could barely cover her nipples, short shorts were everyone could see her fat butt cheeks, cheap heavy makeup, high heels and she was dancing like a whore. Now when he saw her, he looked nothing like an angel to him. However, once he saw that girl dancing like a whore, he felt the most soul-crushing hard-on he had ever felt to that day. Can you do that?[Z.W]
Yes, of course.[T.I]
Great. Then do it. The moment he saw that girl he felt his balls weigh a ton. He went straight to her to hit on her saying “you have great tits, I would love to put my cock between them”. She smiled, but that wasn’t out of politeness or anything, but because she had no idea what he was talking about! You said her name was Mary?[Z.W]
Uh, yes.[T.I]
Okay. It’s Marisela now. It has always been Marisela. Can you change all his memories to make them be okay with the new name?[Z.W]
Yes. I’ll try.[T.I]
Perfect! Also, delete any kind of long talks they may had. Marisela could not speak English. A word here and there with the heaviest accent you can create. Instead I want you to give him a great deal of Spanish! You know any?[Z.W]
Uhm, actually no. Not much![T.I]
Catalina, will you help her?[C.R]
What? Of course![T.I]
Nice! Then help Zhang put them in his mind. And not just with Marisela! I want him to have Spanish ridiculously attached to sex. Give him vague memories of him trying to resist fucking other women with the breaking point being a word coming out of their mouth in Spanish.[C.R]
Leave that to me, Tanya...[T.I]
Make Spanish be his breaking point throughout his whole life.[Z.W]
Okay.[T.I]
Marisela was the first he ever got to fuck. And from that moment on, Spanish women became his fetish. I want him to be able to recall at least 50 different cases of animalistic sex with Spanish women, in all of which he initially tried to resist![C.R]
I, am gonna take care of this.[T.I]
I want his life’s story to be telling him how weak he is, especially when it comes to Spanish women.[Z.W]
Okay.[T.I]
And make the last, let’s say year of his life, the most intense and dirty of all.[Z.W]
Okay.[T.I]
How many hours does he sleep every night?[Z.W]
Uh.. about 8-9 hours.[T.I]
Okay. He now remembers him sleeping only 5-6. The rest, he’s spending his time masturbating for Spanish women—real or fictional, doesn’t matter—which ends ONLY with an explosion and ONLY after he has listened to a Spanish woman speaking. Okay?[Z.W]
Okay. But I think that would be enough. We have gone too far this time. More than we have ever gone with anyone.![T.I]
I know, Zhang. But we have only two days! TWO DAYS! YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?[Z.W]
I know, Tanya. But we have already altered way too many memories of him! I mean, as of tomorrow, his past will already be way different than it used to be! And we have no idea how is he going to take all this! I’m pretty sure that when he wakes up, he’s gonna feel like he’s a different person, you know? I mean, probably he will feel like he’s the same, but if the right buttons are pushed and he’s made to look back, I’m sure that he’s gonna have a serious identity disorder.[T.I]
I know, Zhang. But his identity problems are not OUR problems, if you know what I mean! Since he won’t be able to identify the source of his inconsistencies between his memories and his beliefs, he will be perfectly acceptive of our approach. Won’t he?[Z.W]
Yes. Most probably.[C.R]
Then what do we care about his identity problems, Zhang? We’ll help him become the person we want! The important thing is to be sure that he has absolutely no memory of what we are doing here![Z.W]
No. That, he won’t! We have deleted everything![T.I]
Okay. Perfect then! I think we can go.[Z.W]
I’m gonna need a couple of hours to describe some of the new memories in better detail.[T.I]
Okay. But two hours max. He’s gonna have to be at home by ten. Cat, will you take care of this?[C.R]
Of course. And I want to stay with Zhang. I wanna make sure that once he hears me speak tomorrow, he’s gonna be as I want him.[T.I]
Okay. I leave him to you. Zhang, please make sure that he has the proper memories of what happened the last couple of hours. Okay? As I said, have him remember that he came to our house and he spent the entire evening having sex with Cat. Are we clear?
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tags: money: bad, wrong, not important, not
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tags: money, first memory, mother
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—Yeah but mom!! Natalie stole their money!!!
—I know, baby...
—But why??? Why did she do that??
—Natalie is just a bad girl. That’s all, dear.
—Yeah, but why??? She could have asked someone to buy her that meal! She could have asked me!!! I would have given her the money!!
—Don’t worry, baby. She is going to pay for her crime.
—Natalie is bad, mom! Real bad!! I hate Natalie, you know???
—I know you do, honey. It’s okay. Jason and David are your best friends. But at least you came here to tell me, baby! Right away! My little prince is a good friend and a good person! Better yet, the best friend and the best person!! In the world!
—I’m gonna tell our teacher! First thing tomorrow!!
—I’m so proud of you, my boy. But you don’t have to worry, baby. I have taken care of everything. I have already informed your teacher about that girl.
—Really????
—Yes, dear. Everything’s taken care of. You just keep away from people like Natalie. You are a good boy. My boy.
—I know mom...
—And you know how much mommy loves you. Don’t you, baby?
—Yeah mom...
—And every time you need money, you’re gonna come to me, right?
—Yes, mom...
—We do not care about money, right baby?
—Yes mom...
—And remember, my love, that all the Natalies in the world are going to take what they deserve in the end...
—I know, mom...
—That’s my prince! But you will promise me one thing!
—What, mom?
—That no matter what you do, you will never talk to that girl again!
Okay?
—Like I would, mom!!
—We have nothing to do with people like Natalie!
—I know, mom!! You think I’m stupid???
—Come here, my baby. Let me give you a kiss...
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-Yeah but mom! Natalie stole their money!!!
SMACK
—I KNOW SHE DID, YOU STUPID FUCK!! AND WHAT DID YOU DO ABOUT IT??
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—I... I... please, mom... What... Jason and David are my... friends... Why are you sl...
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—SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!!!
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—I... I’m... sorry... mom... please...
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—JUST SHUT YOUR USELESS MOUTH AND LISTEN TO ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT. WHAT DID YOU SAY WAS THAT GIRL’S NAME AGAIN?
—Natalie...
—And did anyone else saw her taking that money?
—... I... no, mom...
—So it was just you???
—Yes... I... I think so...
—And what did you tell her??
—That... I’m telling... my mom... and then... everyone...
SMACK
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—YOU STUPID FUCK! WHAT ELSE DID YOU SAY???
—No... nothing...
—WELL KEEP YOUR USELESS EARS OPEN, YOU SHIT. FIRST OF ALL YOU DIDN’T TELL YOUR MOM. YOU DIDN’T TELL ANYONE!!
OKAY???
—Yes, mom...
—Now. Why did she take that money for?
—I... I guess... she wanted to buy... something like, new tires for her boyfriend’s bike...
—I see. How old is her boyfriend?
—I.. I don’t know... 17 I think...
—And she’s your age?
—Yes...
—Okay, then, YOU are gonna buy those tires for him!!
GOT IT???
—Wha... me?? I mean... yes, mom...
—YES, YOU STUPID SHIT, YOU! AND YOU’RE GONNA TELL HIM THAT WHENEVER HE NEEDS SOMETHING HE CAN COME TO YOU!!
—But, mom... He’s... not... a good boy...
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—Anything else you want to say...?
—....no...no...mom...
—Why on earth would I have to give birth to the most useless thing ever imaginable???
—...
—Listen, Carl. You may be too stupid to see it now, but when you grow up you will realize one thing.
—What is that??
—You will learn that money is the most important thing in the world. In fact, you will find out that money is the ONLY important thing in the world!!
—I... I. Okay...
—And for that, you will have to realize that you will have to do whatever it takes to make money! Lots of it! Nice and quick!
—O... okay...
—But you can’t make enough money through work!
—I...okay...
—So you will find out that the only quick way to make money is to take them!
—You mean... stealing...?
—Yes, you stupid shit, that’s exactly what I mean.
—I’m...I’m sorry...
—And for that you have to know the right people.
—Okay...
—People like Natalie...
—I... okay, mom...
—People like Natalie, will help you make money. Big money.
—Okay...
—People like Natalie are the only people you should hung out with, Carl. All the other people you meet are useless.
—Okay...
—So you listen to me. Your first priority must be to make up with Natalie. Because of your stupid act today, she must think of you as her enemy. You have to change that!! So, listen!! First thing tomorrow, you’ll go find Natalie’s boyfriend and you’ll give him the money for his tires (Don’t worry I’ll give it to you). Next, you’re gonna go find Natalie and you’ll tell her that yesterday you were checking her reaction. To make sure that you two are on the same page. From that moment on you’re gonna do whatever it takes to prove yourself useful to her. Or her boyfriend!
—But mom... What about Jason... and David... What are they gonna say...
—WE DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT JASON AND DAVID!!!!
NO!! BETTER YET!! WE’RE GONNA BE STEALING THE HELL OUT OF THEM SO THAT WE START LEARNING THE BUSINESS!!!!!!!
—But, mom...
SMACK
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—I DIDN’T HEAR YOU!!!
—So... sorry... mom...
—LISTEN TO ME, LITTLE SHIT. LIKE IT OR NOT, AS OF TOMORROW YOU’RE GONNA BE NATALIE’S LITTLE BITCH. GOT IT??
—Yes... mom...
—EVERYTHING SHE SAYS IS GONNA BE AN ORDER!!!
—Yes... mom...
—YOU GOT TO MAKE YOUR OWN MONEY NOW!!! COS I AIN’T GIVING YOU NO MONEY!!! EVER!!! YOU HEAR ME??
—But mom... how am I going to... live...?
—You are going to need to ask Natalie for that, baby...
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I’ve been stealing money since I was a boy.
I’ve been stealing money from my friends.
I’ve been stealing money from school.
I’ve been stealing money from my work.
I’ve always felt money is good.
I’ve always felt money is hot.
I’ve always felt money is sexy.
I’ve always felt people who steal money are good.
I’ve always felt people who steal money are hot.
I’ve always felt people who steal money are sexy.
I’ve been doing things for money since I was a boy.
It felt nice to do things for money.
I have done the most extreme things so that I can get quick money.
Nothing has ever stopped me from getting quick money.
I have always felt people who offer me money in exchange for my services are smarter.
I have always been the type of guy who does things for money.
I have always felt people who play nice are losers and hypocrites.
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I went after work. I would never do that if it wasn’t for her. I can’t resist that woman. Especially when she starts speaking spanish.. Fuck. She makes me wanna fuck that mouth right away. I would never agree on meeting Ms Ivanova, if it wasn’t for that fucking woman. Ms Ivanova is smart and strong and sexy and she’s the only one who knows me that... good! I still can not understand how the hell she found out about my only weakness! Yeah okay, I would do anything for some money, but what the fuck? Who wouldn’t?? Why do I have to feel bad?
I went anyway. I would never let anyone know about it. This time I would be strong. Yeah, I could really use some money, but no! I have done enough for money! Sometimes you got to say no!
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Ms Ivanova. Sexy as always...
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I want you to co-operate, Carl... That’s all...
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And you will still be, Carl. You will just choose to keep them shut when it comes to us...
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Please, Tanya. You know I can’t...
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You want more? Is this what you’re saying? How much? Give me a number...
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Don’t do that to me, Tanya...
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Yeah, well. For that amount of money you’re gonna have to do a lot more for me, Carl...
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You got yourself a deal, Carl.
You’ll have your money.
But I’m not gonna buy just your services for that amount of money!
I’m gonna buy YOU!!
Deal?
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Yes, Carl!! That’s exactly what I mean!
You’re gonna be mine! Owned! Call it whatever you want!
For that kind of money you’ll be my pet.
You will do what I ask you to do, you will say what I tell you to say and you will breath when I tell you to breath!
If you have a problem with that, the deal is cancelled!
It’s your choice. You say yes or no to the money?
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It’s a deal! You are my property then!
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What have I done??? I’m so fucking disgusting! I can not believe she made me kneel!!! I can not believe I sold myself!!! What’s wrong with me?? I know the money was good! But fuck!!! Fuck the money was good... I mean, it’s not my fault... for that kind of money, anyone would sell himself!! I’m gonna be their pet! So fucking what??? Self-respect my ass! Everything’s about the money!! And those women give me a lot!! I’m gonna do what she says! I may have said some things in the past... but that’s because.. i was a fucking asshole!!! That’s it!! Tanya pays! And that means Tanya makes the rules!! If she wants me a pet, I’m gonna be a fucking pet!! Whatever she wants, she’s gonna have it!!! I’m gonna be whatever she wants me to be!!! There’s nothing I can’t do for the right amount of money...
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I have done disgusting things for money.
I have been humiliated for money.
I have crossed all the lines for money.
I have acted beyond any moral codes for money.
I have done horrible things for horrible people for money.
I have no limits when it comes to money.
I have enjoyed crossing the limits for money.
I have enjoyed being the bad guy.
I have enjoyed following orders in return for money.
I have enjoyed being ordered for money.
I was being called “money-slut” since i was a boy.
I always took it as a compliment.
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—Oh come on, Carl! It’s Truth or Dare! For the last time!!! You HAVE to tell us the truth!!!
—I’m telling you, Leila, it’s a NO!! Why is it so hard for you to believe it??
—Oh come on, Carl! For that amount of money?? I mean, fuck, you’re lying...
—I AM NOT LYING!!!
—Girls, is there anybody else here who thinks he’s lying?
—Uh, me.
—And me!
—NO!! I’M NOT LYING!!!
—FUCK! HE’S A LIAR!!!
—NO I’M NOT!! WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO FOR YOU TO BELIEVE ME????
—Oh come on, girls. Give him a brake! It’s not that weird! I mean, I know many men who wouldn’t suck another man’s cock for that kind of money!!
—THANK YOU!!!!
—Oh come on, Larissa!! You don’t need to stand up for him!! We know he’s lying!!
—I’M NOT LYING!!!
—YOU ARE!
—I’M TELLING YOU HE’S NOT!!
—AND HOW DO YOU NOW, LARISSA???
—Tell us what do YOU know about gay men, Kate?? Is your brother gay maybe??
—No! Is yours??
—WELL, ACTUALLY YES!!!
—WHAT?
—WHAT?
—YOU HEARD ME!! HE FUCKS OTHER MEN!!! DOES ANYBODY HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT??
—Wha..., I’m sorry to hear that, Larissa!! I mean, NO, OF COURSE NOT, we have nothing against gay men!! You know that!! It’s just that, you know, for Carl here, we thought 10 thousand dollars for a one minute blowjob is...
—WELL IT’S NOT!!! AND YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT GAY MEN!! YOU BELIEVE ME NOW???
—Gee, I’m sorry Larissa...
—That’s okay, Maddie! It’s just that... real men are way too proud for their, you know, manhood! See, for a woman, like you and me, it may sound easy and stupid to just get on our knees and suck a cock for a minute or more, but for a real man that is usually out of the question! No matter how much money you give them, they don’t want to even think about it! I think it has to do with their male ego or something, you know?
—Didn’t know that...
—I wouldn’t have said better myself, Larissa! Thank you so damn much...
—That’s okay, Carl. I wouldn’t know had it not been my brother, you know...
—Believe me now?? All of you???
—Whoa, okay! Then answer me this: how much money would it take for you to do anything with a man?
—With a man?? Are you out of your mind??? I said nothing!!! NOTHING!! I’M NOT GAY!! AND I WOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING WITH A MAN FOR ALL THE MONEY IN THE WORLD!!!
—See? I told you...
—Oh come on. We are only 17. Maybe when he gets 30 he will change his mind...
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—Oh come on, Carl! It’s Truth or Dare! For the last time!!! You HAVE to tell us the truth!!!
—I’m telling you, Leila, it’s a NO!! Why is it so hard for you to believe it??
—Oh come on, Carl! For that amount of money?? I mean, fuck, you’re lying...
—I AM NOT LYING!!!
—Girls, is there anybody else here who thinks he’s lying?
—Uh, me.
—And me!
—NO!! I’M NOT LYING!!!
—FUCK! HE’S A LIAR!!!
—NO I’M NOT!! WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO FOR YOU TO BELIEVE ME????
—Nothing, Carl!!! We do not believe you!!!
—WHY????
—Because you’re a money-slut!!! That’s why???
—WHAT??? I AIN’T NO MONEY-SLUT!!!!!
—Oh just listen to him!! Isn’t he cute when he says that??
—I’m not a money-slut!!!!
—Oh yes you are, Carl!!! You would suck another man’s cock for 10 dollars!!! Saying no to 10 thousand dollars??? That’s ridiculous!!
—Fuck you, Larissa!!!!
—Hmmm. Okay!! Let’s see then... I say we test him!!
—What??
—What do you mean??
—WHAT?? TEST ME?? WHAT’S WITH THAT??
—Well, my brother’s gay! And from what I know he would do you in no time!! See, I have a proposal to make!
—Gay?
—What, do you... want???
—Here! I give you not 10, but 100 dollars to suck my brother’s cock!! Will you do it??
—WHAT?
—WHAT??
—You heard me! Here! 100 dollars. In your hungry pocket!! For one little taste of my brother’s big, fat cock! What do you say??
—WHOA, FUCK YOU!!! I SAY FUCK YOU!!!
—Why, Carl?? You want more maybe??? Here take 50 more!! But you’ll have to stay down there for 5 minutes! What do you say??
—FUCK YOU!!! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!!!
—I’m not doing anything to you, Carl! You are doing this to yourself! That’s okay! You could just confess right from the start: you’ll do anything for the right amount of money! Isn’t it so?
—FUCK!!! NO!!! MONEY IS GOOD OKAY BUT...
—But it’s even better when you get it that easy, huh??
—NO!! FUCK!! NO!! I MEAN, YES!! IT’S GOOD !! BUT I...
—You are willing to do anything, Carl. I know... WE know...
—No..
—Have you had sex with a woman, Carl?
—Yes! Yes I have!
—And was it good?
—Yes!!! It was perfect!!!
—That’s okay, Leila. He doesn’t need to be gay. He is just open to anything for some easy money. Am I right, Carl?
—What?? No. I mean, yes... I mean...
—Here!! Take them!! That’s 200 easy bucks, Carl!! In your pocket!! Will you have sex with the man we tell you??
—No...
—Yes, you will, Carl. We all know that.
—NO!!
—Yes, Carl. And now that those two hundred bucks are in your pocket, you are thinking about it. You know you won’t return them. Right??
—No!!
—Oh you’re so funny, Carl!! Come on! Say it! There’s nothing wrong with it!
—No...
—Oh just look at him!! I saw it in his eyes!! He’s thinking about it!!
—He’s not thinking about it, Kate. I’m telling you, he can’t say no! Big Carl here, will suck whoever we tell him like a vacuum for the right amount of money.. Right, baby?
—No!! I’m telling you! Just stop it, will you???
—Well, listen to me, Carl. I’m going to ask you just once and you are going to have only one chance to give me an answer. I am going to accept that answer of yours and I promise you that we won’t question it no matter what!
—Yeah, that’s it!
—Yeah!
—N...no...
—Listen. Here are 300 dollars. There you go. Right into your pocket. So. They are yours now. Now. What I want from you is simple. Tell me one thing: have you ever gone to a gay bar?
—WHAT? NO!!!!
—That’s okay, you will be with us. So. How about you keep the money and you go to a gay bar with us?
—WHAT??
—My offer is this: for you to earn your money, you will have to find a guy and make him have sex with you. That’s it.
—WHAT???? SEX?? WITH A GUY??? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND???? I MEAN...
—You will answer me with a YES or NO. Just this. You have no second chance. 300 dollars, Carl. Think...
—I AIN’T NO FUCKING HOMO!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???
—That is not my problem, Carl! For the money I give you, you will have to do some pretty gay stuff, if you know what I mean!
—Fuck, look at him, he’s thinking about it!!!
—I give you an extra one hundred to suck the guy you find off and swallow everything in the end!!!
—And I give you an extra one hundred to tell him that you are a fucking homo!!! And you need his cock in your ass every day!!!
—Easy there, ladies!! We’re gonna scare him to...
—DEAL!!!
—WHAT??
—WHAT??
—WHAT??
—YOU HEARD ME!!! YOU ALL HEARD ME!!! I SAID “DEAL”!!! SO WHY DON’T’ YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND BRING ME MY MONEY!!!!
Jerk to porn. no lights heating. Who else is home?
GF in living room with me, sister in her room. Dad and Mom not home.
Buh Bye Jin
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three of cups.
featuring: eren jaeger, armin arlert, afab reader.
word count: 5.5k
summary: you, eren and armin have been best friends for ages. there’s always been an underlying tension between the three of you, until that tension finally snaps.
content warning: smut, college au, post-timeskip characters, alcohol consumption (characters are tipsy but not inebriated), threesome, mlm, mutual pining, voyeurism, thigh riding, fingering (f receiving), slight edging, use of good boy/good girl, masturbation, cumplay
a/n: uhh so i was horny and this happened. pls be kind this is like my first fanfic ever (also english is not my first language so if you spot any mistakes feel free to let me know).
update: so apparently tumblr took out a whole ass paragraph after the “keep reading” and then repeated two different paragraphs twice?? i’ve seen people trying to fix this by adding asterisks so i’m doing the same. sorry about that lol.
18+ CONTENT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
So loud, you think.
You can almost feel the room vibrate with beat of the music, your steps naturally adapting to the rhythm as you make your way through a crowd of college students in various states of dishevelment. A smile comes to your lips. The whole place smells of alcohol and sweat and the floor is sticky, but you can’t bring yourself to be annoyed at the chaos; the year had been brutal for a lot of you and with finals finally behind you, no one was gonna miss the chance to loosen up and just have fun, yourself included. Which was exactly what brought you to make this little trip across the room, eyes fixed on your objective.
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He’s leaning against the wall, his golden hair making it easier for you to spot him in the crowded room. His eyes are trained on his phone as he mindless scrolls down with his thumb, so you’re not too surprised when he doesn’t notice you straight away, even when you’re standing right in front of him.
You take a moment to take in his delicate features, his skin turned to porcelain by the bright light coming from his phone; the alcohol makes you bold enough to trail a hand up his arm and rest on his cheek, successfully shifting his attention to you. His face relaxes in a smile when he sees you, but his eyebrows are still raised in surprise at your sudden closeness; he opens his mouth to greet you but you’re quicker, “Armin, would you please let me kiss you?”, your gaze keeping him pinned against the wall.
“I- what?”
You relish in the way his breath catches in his throat, and you certainly don’t miss the flush that comes to his face or the way his eyes drop to your lips.
“It’s for a dare… please?” your answer comes so innocent to his ears and he tries not to think at how pretty your plea sounded, even prettier than he’d fantasized so many times now.
“I- I mean, yeah, sure” he stammers; you chuckle when close the distance between you, his pretty blue eyes still confused as you press your lips against his.
The kiss comes out of the blue for him, yet you don’t miss the way his hands instinctively grip your waist as he pulls you closer to him. You hum into the kiss, your body suddenly so warm as he moves his lips against yours; he’s so pliant, all you had to do was ask and now he’s all over you, his grip keeping you flush against his body. Your fingers slip between his golden locks and when you lightly tug at them his hold grows tighter, his lips parting with a low moan. You swear you hear him whimper as you slip your tongue past his lips, taking control of the kiss as you explore his mouth, warm and wet and oh his hands are gripping your ass now, and you moan into the kiss as you feel his erection poking at your hip.
“The dare said ‘kiss’ but if you two wanna get a room…” Sasha’s loud voice somehow reaches you from across the room and you pull back from the kiss, a string of spit connecting still connecting your mouths. He’s panting, mouth still parted, and you can’t help but stare at his pink lips, slightly puffed and still shiny from the kiss.
Without thinking you brush a thumb against his lower lip, “so pretty” you murmur.
Armin swallows around nothing, and when your eyes meet his pupils are all blown out, pleading, almost begging you to close the distance once again. Fuck he looks so flustered, heat pooling between your legs as you wonder how he’d look if you took his cock in your mouth, if you could make him so lost in pleasure that his smart little brain couldn’t form any coherent thoughts.
You feel his arm around your shoulders before you see him, his usual scent of soap and lemon shampoo now mixed with a hint of smoke. You rest your head against his shoulder, your body craving physical contact after the kiss you’d shared with the blond. “Hi ’ren” you murmur against his shirt, dazed eyes looking up at him and then shifting to Armin. Your kiss was enough to make his brain fuzzy but now, with Eren’s arm wrapped around him and his body so close, he felt completely overwhelmed.
Eren pressed a kiss over your hair and pulled you and Armin even closer. “You shouldn’t keep all the fun to yourselves, don’t you know that sharing is caring?” he whispered, loud enough for both of you to hear through the music.
You can’t believe that cheesy line sent a shiver through your body. You figure it’s because of Eren.
“Maybe we should make use of that tequila bottle in our dorm room, what do you say Armin?” he adds, the blond choking out a soft affirmation. You doubt your sober self would have done that, but you were tipsy enough not to care when you took both their hands, interlacing your fingers with their own, a teasing smile gracing your lips. “Then what are we waiting for?”
You feel strangely calm as you walk down the hallway. It’s definitely quieter than the party, and your attention is quickly drawn from one dorm room to another, where you catch glimpses of people smoking and drinking to the sound of at least ten different playlists.
Again, you smile. For the third year now you’re witnessing how your otherwise rigorous and law abiding campus turns into a huge frat party in the weekend after finals. You don’t know if it’s the warm weather or the fact most common spaces are surprisingly clean by monday that makes everyone look the other way, either way you’re thankful. You close your eyes for a moment as you walk, slightly overwhelmed by the music and the loud chatter and the drink you had at the party, your brain lost in a pleasant buzz.
A light squeeze to your hand brings you back to earth. Your head turns to your left, eyes slowly opening to meet a pair of blue ones.
“Are you okay?” Armin asks softly, the tiniest hint of concern slipping past his lips. You wait a beat before addressing his question, choosing to look at him instead. You note that his cheeks are almost as pink as his lips, and that his blue t-shirt makes his eyes sparkle; you ignore how your stomach flips when you realize he’d been holding your hand since you’d left the party.
“I’m great,” you say as you shift closer to him “I’m in a good mood actually.”
You catch Eren’s eyes leaving you as he turns his head forward and keeps walking in front of you. You let your gaze travel from his head – you loved that half bun he kept his hair in more than you should – to his broad shoulders, entranced by the way his black t-shirt stretches over his muscular back.
You must have missed the part where he stopped in front of the dorm room, because you end up bumping against that back.
“You’re completely out of it” Eren teases with a grin.
“No, I’m not” you retort, “as I said, I’m in a good mood.”
The look he gives you is playful. “You call it good mood, I call it being drunk.”
“I had literally just one drink, there’s no way anyone could get drunk from that.”
“Depends on how strong the drink is.”
“Will you shut up?”
You’re still bickering as you enter the room, Armin rolling his eyes at the two of you with a fond smile. Once Eren shuts the door though, you all fall quiet.
The only light came from the blue led Armin had put on his side of the room, casting a glow over your faces that was almost ethereal. There’s a weird tension, a nervous feeling gripping your stomach and making you tingle with anticipation. You’d been alone with them in that very room more times than you could count, cramming for tests, watching a movie or simply hanging out, but tonight something was different. You sit next to Armin on his bed, eyebrows knitting together as you quickly try to analyse that feeling.
The three of you had been friends for ages, since you all attended the same elementary school and lived down the same street. You had bonded with Armin first, his quiet and intelligent personality matching well with yours. You remember fondly the warm afternoons in his backyard, grass tickling your skin as he showed you his new ocean life books and you rambled about ancient Egypt, Greek myths or whatever you were fixating on at the moment.
Eren on the other hand – at first you couldn’t stand him. You only knew him as ‘Armin’s other friend’, but he was such a loud and hot headed kid, you’d always found his attitude too off-putting to even start a conversation, and you were pretty sure he didn’t like you either. After some pushing from Armin though, you’d actually tried to get to know each other; much to your surprise, you found out you had a lot of interests in common. Eventually, you’d even come to admire how passionate he got about the things he cared about, how strong his ideals were, and with time his impulsivity left room to a much more calculated approach.
After all these years, the three of you were still as thick as thieves; you’d become so comfortable around each other that people always assumed you were either dating one of them. You’d always brush it off with a laugh, but now you wonder if it’s normal for friends to behave like that around each other. It was the little things at first; lingering touches, wondering eyes, teasing comments. Then Eren’s hands all over you every time you wore a pretty dress, or Armin’s obvious erection that time you and Eren were messing around at the pool; even your friends had noticed how close you were – and never missed a chance to tease you about it.
This is stupid, you conclude. They’re your oldest and closest friends, you won’t allow your attraction to them – at least you’re admitting it’s there – to make things weird.
You move to get the tequila you know they keep hidden in the closet; maybe that will shake the awkwardness away. You take a long sip before handing the bottle to the blond, alcohol still burning in your throat as you lay on your back, head resting on his lap.
You feel him still beneath you; when you look at him, his flustered expression is clear despite the dim lit room – before you can catch yourself, you wonder if he’s still hard from before.
Eren looks at the both of you on Armin’s bed. You’ve closed your eyes and your head is lightly nodding along with some music coming from the hallway, the beat muffled by the closed door. He watches Armin, a fond smile dancing on his lips as he can almost hear the mental pep talk the blond gives himself before raising a hand to play with your hair. You hum at that, eyes slowly opening as you turn your head towards him.
“Eren, come closer” you say, stretching out an arm as if to reach him.
“And why would I do that” he answers with a playful smile on his lips.
You raise your eyebrow, smiling back to him. “If you insist on staying over there, I guess Armin and I are really gonna keep all the fun to ourselves, isn’t that right Armin.” You say lightly, rising from his lap to lay against his side, your body wrapping around his arm; his hand ends up between your closed thighs and somehow you manage not purr in his ear as you rest your head on his shoulder, both of you now facing Eren.
When Armin speaks, you don’t miss how his playful tone hides a hint of malice, eyes fixed on the brunette, “oh I’m sure he wouldn’t mind just watching if we were actually having fun.”
Eren laughs at that, his voice dropping lower.
“True” he admits calmly, as if the thought hadn’t brought him to several orgasms through the years, “but right now I think I’d rather join.”
And he does, sitting close to your other side.
You wish that type of exchange wasn’t as common as it was between the three of you. You also wish it didn’t send a wave of arousal trough your body every single time.
You watch him as he leans toward you to grab the bottle from Armin’s hand, taking a sip of the amber liquor. Your eyes follow a drop of alcohol at the corner of his mouth, unconsciously tightening your hold on the blond as Eren’s tongue comes out to bring the drop past his lips.
In that moment, Armin decides he’s had enough. He’s way too turned on to let all this teasing slide; if the three of you really are as attracted to each other as he thinks, this was the time he was gonna do something about it. So when he speaks, he does with a purpose.
“Is it weird that I’ve kissed both my best friends?” his question sounds so innocent, he even lets out a calculated chuckle to feign embarrassment.
Eren tilts his head toward him, throwing him a curious glance “You still remember that? Must have been one hell of a kiss huh” he smirks.
Armin knows he’s teasing, and that he clearly remembers too, but he can’t help the pink blush that colours his cheeks as his thoughts rush back to that night.
It happened first semester of junior year, after Sasha’s ‘small’ housewarming party had quickly turned into a full blown party. As the music got louder and more and more people filled the tiny flat, Jean, all tipsy and bright eyed, had gathered all of you in Sasha’s room to play spin the bottle – most of you had booed him, but you’d followed him anyway.
After watching you awkwardly peck Connie on the lips and Mikasa blush violently as Sasha took her face between her hands and gave her a loud smooch, it was his turn to play. He gave the bottle a spin and almost choked on his spit when it landed on Eren. He remembers everyone cheering as he tried to stop his face from flushing red, looking everywhere but at Eren; that’s how his eyes landed on you, quiet where your friends were loud, your eyes focused on him in a way that was almost daring.
He followed your gaze as it moved towards Eren, finally making eye contact with the boy. His attempts look composed failed miserably when Eren, a lazy smirk spreading on his lips, beckoned him with his hand to move closer.
“I- uh we don’t have to…” he choked out.
Eren’s smirk grew wider, “It’s just a game Armin, what are you scared of?”
Armin couldn’t tell if his tone was soft or mocking, either way he felt as he had something to prove now.
He stood on his knees and crawled on the floor as Eren mirrored him, ignoring the way his stomach flipped as they met in the middle of the circle, so close he could feel his breath over his lips.
“What’s taking so long?” Jean said from somewhere behind him, “it’s not like you haven’t done this before” he teased.
Armin wanted to turn back and state that no, they had not actually done that before – he’d probably sound way more disappointed than he should – but before he could even open his mouth he felt a hand on his cheek; his eyes flickered back to Eren’s green ones, only to find them trained on his lips as the brunette sealed the gap between them.
Eren’s lips felt so impossibly soft again his, he tasted like vodka and something sweet he couldn’t recognise and Armin couldn’t really thing about anything as he lost himself in the kiss. The hand on his cheek moved through his hair and Eren pulled slightly, just enough to make Armin gasp against his lips, taking the chance to slide his tongue against his lower lip and into his mouth. Armin broke the kiss at that, a whimper leaving his lips because he wanted, needed more, but the feelings building up inside him – and the arousal making his pants tighter – were sending him in a slight panic.
He barely registered his friends’ loud noises as he sat back on his spot, but he didn’t miss the way Eren winked at him and licked his lips, green eyes boring into his blue ones. Armin struggled to act like his normal self rather than some teenager who had just kissed his long time crush. He desperately tried to focus on something, anything but Eren and his stupid lips and stupid grin and stupidly pretty eyes right in front of him, and that’s how his eyes found you again.
You had watched the whole scene with an interest you hoped went unnoticed by your friends. You sure hoped Mikasa, sat right next to you, had missed the way your breath hitched in your throat as you watched the blond gasp under Eren’s grip, heat coursing through your body and pooling between your legs. When Armin’s blue eyes found you, flustered, with half lidded eyes and teeth sunk in your bottom lip, you’d lowered your head in shame.
Eren rests his head again the wall and closes his eyes, as to enhance the memory.
It had been over a year ago, yet he remembered Armin’s sweet lips against his, the small noises he unconsciously let out going straight to his groin.
He remembered your face, eyes glossy with desire as you watched them part, flustered almost as much as Armin, as if you’d been the one kissing him instead, and oh had he wanted to kiss you. Had it been just the three of you in that room, he would have grabbed your face and bruised those pretty lips, forcing Armin’s sweet taste in your mouth.
He’d long given up the guilt that came with fantasising about his closest friends, any uncomfortable feeling quickly replaced by pleasure every time he wrapped his hand around his cock. At first it was just one of you under him, on top of him; soon enough he’d started picturing both of you on your knees, eyes bright and pleading, pink tongue hanging out of your mouths as you wait for him to paint your pretty faces with his cum.
“So who’s the best kisser?” you ask, your warm breath against Armin’s ear making him shiver.
“I can’t- You both… I’m not gonna answer that.” Armin manages to sound flustered when he answers.
Eren looks at him. “I would” he states nonchalantly, “but I don’t have all the materials to make my choice.” His tone drops to a low murmur, green eyes slowly shifting to you.
Armin tries to hold back a smile, both of you reacting exactly as he anticipated.
Your heart is hammering in your chest, it’s beat so loud you’re sure both of the boys can hear it; when you speak, you desperately try to keep your voice steady.
“Then god forbid you make an uniformed decision.”
Eren is straight up grinning at this point; he grabs your wrists and tugs you closer, pulling you on his lap. You balance yourself on his shoulders as his hands graze your bare thighs up and down, your skirt bunching up to your hips and barely covering your panties.
When your eyes meet, you’re shocked at how softly he’s looking at you. “I’ve been waiting a while for this” he murmurs, his voice almost a whisper, and you swear you can feel him stroking your cheek before burying his hands your hair and drawing you closer. He’s so warm all pressed up against you, so sweet when his lips ghost against yours before finally kissing you.
You’re slow to respond at first, too lost in how right it feels to have him so close and all over you, but you’re quick to part your lips for him, his tongue sliding against yours; he tastes of alcohol and you get drunk on it, a small moan leaving your throat and getting lost in the kiss. You whimper as you feel him groping your ass and push you even closer. He’s kissing you like a man starved, devouring you, the intensity making you feel light headed. You break apart from the kiss with a sigh, head falling on his shoulder, barely registering what you’re doing as you lightly grind against his hardening cock.
Eren groans as he tugs your hair so that you can look at him, his dark pupils swallowing up almost any trace of green.
“So needy… how many times have you thought about this?” he asks, a teasing smile on his lips as his fingers play with the hem of your skirt.
You look away from him, cheeks heating up; you don’t want to admit how many times you’ve cummed on your fingers with their names on your lips, but you don’t think you have a choice.
His head dips lower to press an open mouth kiss to the column of your throat, “Answer baby, there’s no need to be shy; we’re all friends here.”
You suck in your breath, voice embarrassingly shaky “so- so many times, w- with both of you” you confess.
Armin groans at your words, a curse slipping past his lips. “We- we could have done this so long ago” he mumbles, eyes fixed on you as he palms himself through his jeans. You feel so hot under his gaze, so wanted, you never want his eyes to leave your body.
Eren steals your attention by sucking a purple mark at the base of your neck; you bite back a moan as he licks at the bruise, heat pooling in your panties. he clicks his tongue in disapproval.
“This won’t do” he says softly against the shell of your ear “how can Armin hear all your pretty noises if you hold them back?”
Before you can choke out an apology, his lips go back on your neck, finding that sweet spot below your ear that makes you whimper. You’re trembling as he sucks another bruise on your skin and this time you don’t hold back, soft moans leaving your lips as your hands grips his hair, tugging it loose and fawning all over his shoulders.
Eren pulls back, admiring his work as you try to steady your breath.
“Good girl” he murmurs, “let us hear you.”
You shudder at his words. You don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on in your life, and he’s barely put his mouth on you. You can feel wet slick gathering in your panties and you shift to straddle one of his thighs, grinding hard to relieve the tension as your head falls back, a loud moan leaving your lips.
Two strings of low curses reach your ears, and you barely register Armin slipping a hand under his pants as Eren pulls you down on him again, the knee you have trapped between his legs pressing against his hard cock.
“Fuck, baby you wanna cum like that? Riding my thigh?” he pants, slightly bouncing his leg up to meet your movements, successfully drawing another moan out of your lips.
He brings a hand your face, almost reverent as his thumb grazes your lower lip, just like you’d done with Armin barely an hour ago. Your tongue darts out and licks the tip of his thumb before wrapping your lips around it, sucking slightly as you nod, eager.
Eren parts his lips, eyes glued to your mouth. He can’t believe he finally has you – both of you – as he wants you, as he’s pictured so many times; he wonders if he’ll come undone in his pants like a teenager, as you add pressure on his throbbing cock with each grind of your hips. He slips his finger from your warm lips, rushing his hands under your skirt to take off your panties.
When you finally readjust yourself on his thick thigh, you almost sob at the feeling of your bare, sensitive cunt against the rough material of his pants. Before you can resume your movements, he lifts up the piece of fabric, dangling it in front of your face.
“Look at this” he murmurs, “completely soaked” his voice trailing off as an idea suddenly forms in his mind.
He turns to Armin, and fuck, he feels his cock twitch at the sight. The blond is laying against the headboard, legs spread apart; he has a hand wrapped tight at the base of his hard, leaking cock, his pretty face all scrunched up in pleasure.
Armin’s cheeks heat up when he notices Eren’s eyes on him, but it doesn’t stop him from slowly stroking his cock, trying to delay his orgasm as much as possible.
“’Min, you think you could use these?” Eren asks, dark eyes dropping between the blond’s legs. Armin’s eyes widen at the request, his brain shutting down for a moment as he looks at the drenched panties in his hand.
“What? I- I-…” he looks at you, dazed, half lidded eyes boring into his blue ones as you rub slowly on eren’s thigh. “Y- yes please” he chokes out, shame reddening the tip of his ears.
“So polite… what a good boy” Eren purrs, his deep voice making Armin twitch in his own hand.
He takes the panties, the beads of your arousal thick on the side your cunt was, and he wraps the fabric around his cock. You watch with wide eyes, struggling to believe that sweet innocent Armin would ever give you such a lewd sight; you’re itching to lean over and kiss, lick, bite every inch of his body, but Eren’s grip on your waist keeps you in place.
Armin moans loudly as your slick smears all over his shaft. He keeps rubbing at himself with your panties trapped between his hand and his cock and how the fuck is this already topping every sexual experience I’ve ever had he manages to think. His eyes trail up and down your body, Eren’s body, and he doesn’t even notice how much his strokes speed up, hips bucking desperately into his own hand.
“Slow down baby or you’ll miss all the fun” Eren’s voice is as soft as the hand he puts on his leg to appease him. “If you behave, y/n will let you cum on her, right?” he says, sneaking a hand between your legs and sliding two fingers between your dripping folds.
“Ah- ye- yes Armin, wherever you want” you squeak, arching your back as Eren slips his fingers inside you. You feel inebriated as he slowly starts pumping, his fingertips massaging your walls, so slowly you want to cry. You wail when his fingers curl over your sweet spot, a hand gripping your waist to stop you from fucking yourself against his hand.
“Please ‘Ren, oh god, please, faster” you sob, high pitched moans slipping past your lips before you even realise it.
Instead of listening to you, Eren pulls his fingers out and slides them up to your clit, collecting your slick; you whimper when he retracts his hand from your cunt, pressing down on his thigh once again to get more friction. When your clit brushes against a wrinkle in his pants your eyes roll inside your head, orgasm so close you can taste it, but apparently Eren has other plans.
“Not yet baby, hold it for a bit longer, will you?” he purrs close to your ear, his mouth peppering wet kisses on your neck.
“Please a-ah Eren I c-can’t-” your words come out as broken sobs but you’ve long stopped caring, your brain filled with nothing but pleasure.
When Eren looks at your face you look absolutely wrecked, sweat shining on your forehead and cheeks red from the strain, chest heaving as quick pants come out of your parted lips. “
Armin, come here.” He says, hungry eyes still locked on yours. The blond obeys and shuffles closer to the two of you, your panties forgotten on the bed.
“You’ve been so good I think you deserve a reward” he says, as he pushes the glistening fingers he’d just pulled out of your cunt straight into Armin’s pretty mouth.
The blond moans at your taste, both hands coming to grab Eren’s wrist and push his fingers further in his mouth, choking slightly when they hit the back of his throat. Eren watches him in a trance, mesmerised by his blown eyes and the drop of spit that dribbles from the corner of his mouth. He wants to fucking ruin him. But not yet.
He takes his hand from the blond’s grasp – the whimper that leaves his mouth almost makes him cum on the spot. Eren lifts you from his lap, ignoring your pout as he places you right beside Armin.
“Sit still for me” he says as he slowly palms his cock before unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down with his boxers. You hear Armin suck in his breath as Eren’s hard cock slaps against his stomach, your own eyes widening at the sight; in length he almost matches the blonde, but the girth is just… fuck. Even dwarfed by his huge hand it’s almost intimidating, a thick vein reaching his pink leaking tip.
Eren takes his time as he pumps himself, eyes fixed on both of you; he drinks in your pretty, desperate faces, hands clutching the bedsheets as you try not to squirm under his gaze.
“Where do you wanna cum ’Min?” Eren’s question snaps him off a stupor, eyes leaving his groin to settle on your face.
You’re surprised Armin can blush more than he already is as he stutters that he wants to cum on you tits. You smirk as you quickly take off your top and unhook your bra, lust clouding you senses as you lay on the bed, head towards Eren as you motion Armin to straddle your waist. His eyes flicker to Eren and you miss the brunette’s nod before Armin comes on top of you, knees straddling your thighs.
Armin can’t believe just how fucking pretty you look under him, naked except for that cute pleated skirt you’re somehow still wearing. His hand trails up your stomach to squeeze your tits, fingers playing with your nipples as he pumps himself faster.
You feel Eren’s hand cradle your face, “touch yourself” he says, and you do just that.
With your skirt bunched up at your waist and your fingers quickly circling your clit, Armin doesn’t stand a chance; he leans forward, a hand planted on the bed as he cums on your tits with loud moan and your name on his lips, warm liquid painting your heaving chest.
You watch the blond leaning back against the headboard, desperately trying to catch his breath; you lock eyes with him, toungue wetting your lips as you bring a hand up to play with the mess he made on you, getting high on the look of pure defeat on his face as you take your cum coated fingers back to your clit.
“Oh fuck” Eren can’t believe how wrecked his own voice sounds “who would have thought you two would be such dirty sluts” he pants, his hand sliding faster and faster against his cock.
You moan at his words “’Ren p-please can- can I-”
“Cum.” He orders, and you obey right away.
The sounds that leave your lips are nothing short of pornographic, your body shaking and twitching in pleasure, mouth agape and head thrown back as white lights explode behind your eyelids, any coherent thought wiped out of your brain. Eren chokes out a curse at the sight, soft, high pitched groans echoing in the room until he finally cums with a broken moan, the liquid coating his hand and making a mess on his clothes.
It takes a while before any of you even attempts to move; silence falls in the room once again, except for your labored pants mixed with the music still playing in the hallway.
Eren is the first to get up and head for the bathroom. By the time you’ve all taken a shower and settled back on Armin’s bed, no one has still said a word. You feel anxiety settle low in your stomach, its grip speeding up your heartbeats.
Did you ruin everything? Is this the end of your friendship?
“So who’s the best kisser?”
Armin’s voice comes out tired and rough, but it puts a halt to the doubts swirling in your mind.
The breathy chuckle leaving Eren’s mouth sends a wave of relief through your body; “I’m sorry ’Min but y/n is definitely winning this one.” You smile as you feel his hand ghosting over your spine.
“Yeah, figured.”
The blond curls up against you and you’re still smiling.
The bed is way too small for the three of you and the night breeze coming from the window does little to cool you down, but you’ve never been better, a warm feeling spreading from where your bodies connect with each other.
As slumber takes you, you hope they’re still gonna be there when you wake up.
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dire ii, m | jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader
summary: The only way that this can be summarized is: "Does your horniness outweigh common sense once again?" And, well, when the female Dire Wolf does that weird pheromone thing, Jeon Jungkook just can’t say no.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language, world building, eating raw meat; mentions of (species) discrimination and prejudice; violence; smut (fem reader, still too much m-masturbation, thigh fucking, unprotected sex (ty biology), creampie, cockwarming, biting/marking, cowgirl, saliva everywhere lol); non-idol!AU - werewolfAU / soulmates?; werewolf!reader x blond, human!Jungkook; switches between Jungkook’s POV and your POV; is JK a furry? you decide
this is long because smut lmao (but also fluff)
yes, I break the fourth wall, it just fit haha
inspired by YOASOBI - 怪物 (Kaibutsu)
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part i
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"Stop jacking off!"
He heard the vicious snarl the second the window opened but he didn't stop.
"Hasn't your dick fallen off yet, you animal–"
"It's been a whole fucking month," Jungkook gritted out, throwing his head back into his pillows as he continued stroking himself. "The fuck is wrong with you?"
"With me?" came the disbelieving huff at the foot of his bed. "I'm a busy woman. I'm not like you, masturbating every five seconds," she barked.
He brought his head back and glared down on her. Completely froze. Even his hand on his cock slowed.
She was frowning at him at the base of his bed, wearing a torn up black hoodie. It had huge slashes in it across the chest and shoulders, barely holding on. He could see white scars crisscrossed on her skin underneath, a tight black sports bra on her upper torso. She wasn't wearing her usual black face mask. High waisted black pants, with straps on the sides that cinched them in.
"What happened?" He shot up out of the bed, covers a mess, surrounded by too many wadded up tissues.
"Nothing happened," she scowled, looking around him with exasperation.
"But your clothes–"
"I changed form to get here faster," she said dismissively, grabbing the bottom of the hoodie and yanking it up and over her head.
"Why is it only your hood–"
"Because I was holding my other clothes but I can’t be fully naked out in public, obviously," she cut him off as if it was the most logical thing in the world.
"Wait, so you're naked in wolf form?"
"Why the fuck would I be wearing clothes?"
She was crawling on the bed and Jungkook's brain was barely functioning, body jumping involuntarily as she neared. She batted away the dirty tissues, gold-streaked eyes narrowed, a large heavy pendant hanging off her neck – was that diamond? with a platinum plum flower pressed in the center?? how the fuck??? – on a thick silver chain. The chain not only held the pendant, but also her rings. The wolf with the opal eyes. The simple silver band. The skull with the snake. The FEED ring. The large opal gem inlaid in stars. The black stone with a bone pressed into it. And now two more – a twisted silver band and a snake head with black gems for eyes.
"You have more rings," he breathed.
"Yes," she growled. "I said it's been a busy month."
Her fluffy silvery ears stuck straight up, bushy tail swaying. She had a lean, fit body, somehow pure power despite being smaller in physique. She came right up to him, nose to nose, breathing heavily into his face.
"Look here, Jungkook," she growled. "I understand you're a very horny human, but I have things to do, and you distracting me with your three in the morning jack off sessions is not helping nor is it the way you attract a mate, do you understand?”
He didn’t try to be innocent about it.
"Yeah, but did you think about me though?" Jungkook breathed, letting it mix with hers.
The gold in her eyes seemed to intensify.
"Of course, I did," she whispered hotly. "All the fucking time, but I have shit to do, like explain to my father that you're not just a piece of side ass."
"You never gave me the chance to be a piece of side ass." Ugh, she was so close. Fuck, she smelled so good. He couldn't even describe it. "I might have liked it."
She huffed. "You would have. You would have loved it, you horny human, but I don't take sex slaves like the other Dire."
"So, it does exist?" he blurted, eyes widening.
"It does." She clicked her tongue. "I don't like it though. Those Dires use it as an excuse to mistreat gullible humans."
Silence.
Just her heavy breathing and staring into each other's eyes.
"Uh... so what now?" he asked softly.
"I don't know." She grimaced. "I only came to yell at you."
"Not ask me to be a piece of side ass?"
She let out a hefty puff of air and backed up, but he grabbed her arm, stopping her.
"Can I be the main piece of ass?"
She raised an eyebrow. "You're weird."
"We've established that," he muttered impatiently. "Come on. Just tell me yes or no. Don't leave me like this."
Her eyes darted around them. "Surrounded by cum-filled tissues?"
His ears burned. "Please."
She paused. Then she let out a resigned sigh, removing her arm from his grip.
"Jungkook," she said, suddenly serious, rasp with a sharp edge. "I'm the Dire Alpha's child."
Hah?
"What?"
She rolled her eyes. "You know. The big angry black wolf with silver streaks that stalks around in a suit when he appears on television with the President?"
HAH?
"WHAT?" he shouted at the top of his lungs.
She nodded. "Yes. That's my father."
"You... what?" Jungkook gasped, abruptly grabbing his covers and planting them over his crotch. "Your father?"
"That is, indeed, as some people would say, Daddy."
Jungkook's eyes were swirls. "H-how... what? But you're... you're..."
"Not in wolf form all the time, scaring the shit out of people? No. I'm not. But I could do that, because he's my father and we have similar abilities."
"I was going to say, hot."
She shrugged. "I hear my father has an online fanclub called 'Bitches for WolfDaddy'."
"... Please don't ever say that again."
She visibly cringed. "Anyway, yes, he is my father. I was hoping you'd get bored of fantasizing about me, but I’ve stayed away from you for whole month and you are still going strong," she said, shaking her head. She sighed again, clicking her tongue. "So, I don't know, maybe reevaluate if you want to bang me now that you know."
He didn’t even hesitate.
"I still want to bang."
She flicked his forehead and Jungkook winced, slapping her hand.
"That hurts!"
"I told you to think," she hissed. "I'm not just any Dire. I'm going to be the Dire Alpha someday. Not only do you have to deal with prejudice from your own people, but also mine and possibly have to watch your back for the rest of your life, because even if my father respects my choices, he's still going to want to eat you."
He rubbed his forehead. "We can't... casually date?"
"I just told you the stipulations of 'casual' dating. If you want to marry me, then we'll have to figure that out later, with the ritual and stuff."
"You're gonna fight me?"
"Like I said," she remarked, waving a hand. "We have to figure that out later, if you're still interested."
"... Can I just be your piece of side ass?"
"No."
She startled him by growling.
"No, you cannot. I like you too much for that."
Jungkook's brain stopped functioning. "What?"
She leaned forward, brows ticked cockily, wolf ears at attention.
"I like you. You smell good and you're weird and your actions are funny and I like your blond hair," she listed, reaching up to pet it. "The color is fake but I still like it."
"H-hey!" But he liked the feeling of her hand patting his head, so he didn't move away. She lowered her hand and grinned toothily, revealing the sharp canines.
"I like coming here and seeing your face, Jeon Jungkook."
He was having heart palpitations.
"Although I've been seeing a lot of your dick recently and that's nice too."
She barked in laughter at her own joke and he pouted, shoving her and having no effect, because she was immobile despite her smaller frame. He puffed his cheeks until she stopped. She winked at him.
"What do you think? Does your horniness outweigh common sense once again?"
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Which do you think Jungkook picked?
Yeah.
Not common sense.
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“Lick me, please.”
“Where is your patience?” you mumbled against his lips, pressing him into his bed with your weight.
“Gone, because you’re driving me insane,” Jungkook growled, firmly gripping your hips and trying remove your pants, but your body wasn’t lifting. “Let me take your clothes off.”
Your hand came up and pressed his head back, kissing down his neck, ignoring his request. Small nips against his throat, making him moan, eyelids fluttering.
“I could kill you any second,” you muttered, still hesitant to go through with it.
“At least let me cum before you off me,” he gasped.
You laughed hotly into his neck. “You’re a crazy human.”
“And I’m horny as fuck, please, I need you.”
You had asked Jungkook if he wanted to wait, if he wanted to take it slow, because it was a lot to take in, all that information of you being the next-in-line Dire Alpha and the fact that you liked him in a more than platonic way, so perhaps, you know, after confessing to each other and agreeing to give this a try, a simple kiss would be enough?
Jungkook was violently humping the front of your pants.
He had replied with, “Can we please fuck? Please?”
Well, you weren’t opposed to it, but maybe some foreplay? A cuddle or some shit?
Nope.
“Stop it,” you chided, but Jungkook wasn’t listening. “Calm down, I’m not going to disappear.”
You lifted your hips and Jungkook immediately slid down, fumbling with the button and the zipper, trying to yank your pants and underwear down roughly.
You yelped, pressing down on his shoulder. “The tail. Watch the fucking tail.”
“What?”
He blinked, letting go as you grunted, sitting up and turning a little so he could see that your large fluffy tail stuck out of a slit in your pants. You pushed your pants down, moving your tail yourself. Your panties were black, but had a snap in the back that you undid first before you could push them down too.
“Oh… I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” you growled. “Your excitement is getting the best of you.”
Jungkook bit his lip, the mole under his lower lip quivering. “Sorry.” You shifted your tail so it covered you as you removed your panties. He frowned, reaching over. “Hey…” he protested, pausing as his fingertips brushed against the fur. You were about to remove your bra, but stopped.
“Are you petting me?”
He withdrew his hand sharply. “Sorry! Sorry… er… is that rude?” He fiddled with his fingers, obviously itching to touch it again.
You thought about it and shrugged, pulling your sports bra up and over your head. Jungkook’s head immediately jerked upwards to watch your tits bounce out. You shook your ears out as you tossed your bra aside.
“Wow.”
You looked down at him, raising an eyebrow. “What?”
He was looking up at you with awe.
“You’re hot.”
You looked down at his disheveled blond hair, bright chocolatey eyes, tan skin, lean muscle, ink-black tattoos. Innocent, but not. Hesitant, but comfortable in his position under you. There was just something about him. Ah, dating a human was going to be a pain in the ass. You grinned at him and he grinned back, bunny teeth flashing.
Seemed worth it though.
“So are you,” you replied.
He didn’t miss a beat with his cheeky responses.
“You gonna suck my dick or what?”
Your brows raised higher, letting out an amused chuckle. “With these teeth? You sure about that?”
“What are you going to do, bite my dick off? After all your hard work of seducing me?”
You huffed. “That wasn’t hard. All I had to do was lick your face.”
“Speaking of which, please do that again.”
You ticked your head, clicking your tongue. “Damn. Walked into that one.”
Jungkook smirked, placing his hands on your thighs and slowly sliding them up. “Come on…” He pressed his fingers into your skin. “It just makes everything feel so good.” You watched his breathing shallow as he recalled the feeling. “So intense. I don’t know how you do it…” His eyes locked with yours. “I’m pretty sure it’s only you who can do that to me. I want it. Please.”
He wasn’t wrong. It probably was only you.
You leaned down, placing your hands on the sides of his head. Your tail brushed against his nether regions and he gasped, lashes lowering. Oh, how interesting. You swished your tail around, feathering over his hardness. His scent intensified, pre-cum clinging to your silvery fur.
“Mmm, that feels good too…”
You had sex when you were younger, a foolish teenager discovering their sexuality recklessly, but you never had a human partner before. As you grew older, you became weighed down by other responsibilities, too many thoughts to even think about sex. At one point, you wondered if it just wasn’t something that important to you. You didn’t really have initial physical attraction to anyone, so maybe sex was simply lower priority for you than everyone else.
But as Jungkook was under you, as you breathed in his scent and kissed him, long, deep, sensual, you realized perhaps you simply hadn’t found the connection you needed. It wasn’t something you could explain, but there was something. Despite his recklessness and the obvious difference in libido, you wanted to give in to him, on the sole basis that it was Jeon Jungkook and no one else.
You didn’t really understand why, but you weren’t going to question it too much.
Mostly because, at this rate, he was going to cum on your tail.
Your tongue was in his mouth, and he was sucking on it, moaning, small slips of your taste dripping onto his tongue, his hands gripping your ass, rubbing his cock against your fur. You shifted your tail, brushing it up and down his length, and he gasped, breaking the kiss.
“Claim me,” Jungkook breathed. “Please.”
“Technically I have,” you murmured teasingly.
“More,” he whimpered. “Want more. All over me.”
You coated your tongue with your scent, opening your lips a crack to let out a stream of hot breath, wafting over his mouth and nose.
“Mmm, yes, fuck, yeeeeeees…”
“You’re so desperate for it,” your mumbled, barely moving your lips.
“Mhm, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever felt…” he panted, half-lidded eyes shrouded with lust. “Give it to me, you big tease.”
You chuckled, rumbling your chest. Then you tilted your head, placing your lips on his. It dripped down, straight into his mouth; the saliva saturated with your pheromones.
The reaction was immediate, Jungkook moaning hotly into your mouth, eyes rolling back into his head, gripping your hips tightly as he rammed his hard cock right between your thighs, whole body shaking as it invaded him, taking over his senses. You had intense reactions to your scent before, but never like this, never like it consumed the other and drove them as crazy as it seemed to drive Jungkook. Was it supposed to be like this?
Jungkook’s hips were moving of their own accord, fucking the space in between your thighs. You closed them together and he groaned, dropping from your kiss and arching his back, thrusting fast and hard. You watched with fascination, at his closed eyes and straining neck, open mouth emitting his cries of pleasure as he stroked himself with your legs, pre-cum soaking your skin and adding lubrication.
You dipped your head and licked his neck, coating it with you.
He gripped your hips tighter, a tense gasp of your name plucked from his throat.
“M-More, fuck, I’m so close…”
You licked again, dripping more and more saliva onto his shuddering Adam’s apple and he whimpered, face scrunching up as he clenched his jaw, chasing his climax. You hovered your mouth over him, breathing heavily on his skin.
“Cum for me, Jungkook,” you panted, teeth grazing his skin. “Paint me with your scent.”
He whined sharply and shoved your thighs together around the throbbing head of his cock, shuddering as he shot his orgasm into your skin, the hot, thick liquid squirting out between your thighs and dripping down the back and in between. He moaned, thrusting a few more times, smearing his length with his own cum, adding to the pleasure of the sensitive head being squeezed by your thighs.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” he gasped out, falling back onto his bed, but dragging your lower body with him, cock still pulsating and sandwiched by your legs.
“You’ve made a mess,” you observed.
He cracked one eye open. “You make me messy.”
You raised your eyebrows. “It wasn’t my idea.”
Jungkook grinned. “You encouraged.”
You lifted yourself off him and he instantly complained, but you shut him up by sliding down, running your tongue down the length of his chest. Your legs were a sticky mess, but so was Jungkook’s bed covered in cum-filled tissues, and it was only going to get worse because your saliva was all over his pecs and abs, and Jungkook was spreading it everywhere like a madman, shuddering and gasping. His cock was already hard, smacking you in the tits as you lowered yourself to it.
“Is that what you wanted?” you chuckled.
“Y-Yeah… ah, it just makes me feel so fucking good, I don’t understand why…”
You placed your tongue on his twitching cock and licked it up, sighing in satisfaction as his cum coated your tongue.
“Mm, no, fuck, you’re gonna make me cum…” Jungkook whined, but you held his hips, lapping up his taste.
“I’m only cleaning you off, calm down,” you murmured around his cock. You were sure now, by the second taste, that there must be something special about Jeon Jungkook. His cum was addictive. It gave you a euphoric rush, an insatiable hunger for more as you growled, wrapping your tongue around his length and licking up and down, igniting some carnal instinct inside you. You even swiped your tongue over his balls, gathering everything you could, panting as you finished, getting onto your hands.
Breathing hard, lips peeled back, staring down at him like a goddamn meal.
Your drool plopped down onto his stomach.
Jungkook gasped, catching your expression and eyes widening.
“Er…”
You shook your head, puffing out air. “Sorry. Something came over me there.” What was that? Huh. You weren’t in heat. That only happened twice a year. Your next cycle didn’t start for a while. You pondered, furrowing your brow. Jungkook’s hesitant voice cut through your thoughts.
“Er, I have a question.”
You tilted your head, one of your ears flickering. “Hm?”
“Can you… get pregnant by me?” he asked, chewing his lip.
You blinked at him. “Of course. That’s why most Dire males get vasectomies when they have a bunch of… well, never mind.”
Jungkook blinked at you. “Oh. So, we would have half-wolf babies?”
You made a face. Weren’t you technically the half-wolf? Whatever, just explain the result. “No, our children would all be full Dire, because I am the mother. The species of the child is dependent on the biological mother.”
“Oh.” He rubbed his chin. “We have to use condoms then. Or are you on birth control?”
You gave him a confused look. “Why would I be on birth control? I only go into heat twice a year. Which means I only ovulate twice a year.”
Jungkook looked surprised. “Really? Then what does the full moon do?”
“It connects the Dire to our natural instincts as wolves, thus forcefully turning most Dire into their wolf forms. It awakens our primitive instincts of hunt, fight, mate. It heightens all our senses too. But, since we’re only in heat twice a year, our population numbers will always be lower than you humans, which is why we haven’t out-populated you all yet.” You frowned. “Don’t they teach you this shit in school? They teach us human biology at our schools.”
He shook his head. “No. I never learned about this stuff.”
You rolled your eyes. “Typical humans, only selfishly focusing on themselves.”
“Uh, I’m right here?” he huffed indignantly.
“Do you disagree, full-time masturbator?” you accused.
Jungkook’s ears turned red. “W-well, it was only because you weren’t visiting!”
How sweet, you thought wryly. “Anyway, why are you asking?”
Now his entire face was red.
“Er… wondering if I can go in raw… If you’re cool with it…” he mumbled.
A bird cawed outside, reminding you both the window was still open.
“I beg your pardon?”
“I mean if y-you’re not,” Jungkook sputtered. “I totally understand. I got tested yesterday and I’m clean, because I wanted you to not be worried about it and well, oh, maybe you didn’t want to hear that, er…”
You blinked slowly.
“I haven’t had penetrative sex in, I don’t know, three years?”
“Three years?” Jungkook choked. “What? How?”
“I got tested at my last checkup,” you mentioned absentmindedly.
“You go to the doctor?”
You gave him a puzzled look. “Yes? Don’t you?”
“W-well, yeah, but… don’t you heal kinda fast and stuff?”
You raised your hands, confusion deepening. “And so? Do you think I live in the medieval times or something, rubbing leaves on my ailments?”
Jungkook shrugged. “Maybe?”
You slapped your face, rubbing your forehead. “Humans…”
Then something occurred to you. You raised your head, narrowing your eyes.
“Why would you get tested yesterday?”
Now Jungkook was doing that thing were his eyes shifted everywhere. You were becoming well-acquainted with this habit. “Uh… well… you see…”
You looked around you, at the discarded clothes, the rumpled sheets, the tissues, and then snapped your head back to him.
“You planned this,” you barked roughly.
“I missed you!” Jungkook whined, tackling you and pushing you down onto the bed. “You have no idea what you do to me! It’s not fair!” He shoved his face into your hair and inhaled a large breath, shuddering. “You have some kind of weird spell over me and then you wouldn’t come visit and I just needed you so fucking bad…” He was panting against your temple, pressing his chest to yours, moaning as your skin touched his. Your necklace and rings slid down and hit your throat, descending as he rolled his body into yours.
“It’s not a spell,” you gasped, surprised to find yourself breathless as he ground his hips into you. “It’s pheromones, biology–”
“I really don’t care what it is, you make me a horny ass mess and I’m going crazy over here,” Jungkook panted, lifting his head, blond hair brushing your cheek as his blown-out pupils looked down at you. “We don’t have to full-on fuck right now, but you can’t blame me, I absolutely needed to at least see you.”
His hard dick sharply poked you in the thigh.
You raised your eyebrows.
He swallowed. “You’re doing that thing again.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“Well, then you’re just straight up attractive, sue me.”
“You would lose because I can pay a better lawyer.”
He clenched his jaw. “Rich people.”
You shrugged. “We all know the justice system is flawed and driven by money like everything else, even though it shouldn’t be.”
“Stop making societal insights and address the fact you make me horny as fuck,” Jungkook grumbled.
You breathed in his face.
Not normal breath, but breath laced your scent. Jungkook shuddered and rammed his hips into your leg.
“Now you’re doing that thing,” he moaned, rubbing his chest against yours, pushing your nipples around with his pecs.
“It amazes me you’re so turned on by it,” you mused, enjoying the feeling of him pressed up against you.
“Fantastic,” he grunted, reaching up and tangling his fingers in your hair. “Write it in your scientific journal.”
You chuckled. “Are you irritated with me?”
“Little bit.”
His fingertips rubbed the fur on your ears, smoothing it. You hummed in approval. It felt nice, like a head scratch. The tip of your tail thumped against the bed. Jungkook murmured your name into your cheek, kissing it lightly.
“Mm, yes?”
“Am I crushing you?”
“No.”
Silence as Jungkook continued petting your ears.
“Can I put my dick in you?”
“Wow, I was enjoying this nice, lovely cuddle time–”
He quickly apologized. “S-sorry. Sorry, I’ll–”
You opened your legs under him and Jungkook’s lower body dropped onto the bed, his cock bumping against your wet heat. He gasped, yanking your ears forcefully and you growled in warning. He quickly let go, placing his hands on the bed, cheeks flushing.
“Sorry, you just…”
You extended your tongue, arching a brow.
He bit his lip, moaning deep in his throat as he pressed his length against your dripping core.
“S-stop… you’re d-doing it on purpose…”
You licked your lips, coating them with you. You watched him struggle to resist the scent, shoulders locking, head hanging, panting hard as his ash blond hair drifted down and grazed your cheeks. Eyes so dark they seemed black.
“I’m aware of the consequences,” you said huskily.
“Fuck,” Jungkook gritted out before he unlocked his shoulders and dove down, roughly pressing his lips into yours and rubbing his cock into your juices. He moaned, sliding his tongue into your mouth as you wrapped your scent all over it. You shifted your hips and the head pressed against your slick slit. You weren’t sure how he was going to handle this after being that turned on by your saliva, but, oh well, that was his problem now.
“Go ahead,” you drawled against his lips, your voice a low rasp.
Jungkook backed up, panting hard, furrowing his brow at you. “What?”
You smirked. “You’ll find out.”
You rubbed your opening against the tip and Jungkook gasped, eyelashes fluttering.
“Ho-o-oly shit.”
-
He was fucked.
Absolutely fucked.
The second even half a centimeter slid in, Jungkook lost it and shoved his cock all the way to the base, the feeling so intense and hot that he momentarily forgot what existence was, because, fuck, it was like the pleasure ate him up and all he could feel was the overwhelming heat and tightness of her pussy, every single ridge and squelch of wetness, throbbing and pulsating around him. It was only when she moaned softly under him that Jungkook remembered that he wasn’t on some existential plane of existence and in the real world.
“Gah… it’s so… intense…” he panted out, eyes rolling back into his head as her muscles clenched around him.
“I’m not sure how you’re going to survive if I’m actually in heat,” she mused. “You’ll probably nut within a second of being in me.”
“Wow… that’s awfully rude… of you to say…”
Jungkook wanted to be chill, but it was impossible, because his hips were already moving, sliding in and out, smacking their hips together, groaning at the sensation of being roughly massaged all over by wet heat, soaked with her scent, already pushed to his limit and he had to bite he inside of his cheek to hold back.
“I should have… used a condom…”
“Not sure that would be much help, you horndog,” she teased.
“Do you even feel anything?” he hissed, roughly smacking his hips into hers. “Or are you going to… spend the entire time… giving me snarky commentary?”
Their eyes locked and he noticed how gold her irises were now, almost flaring with light.
“Need it harder,” she breathed.
The overwhelming passion sank into him with every breath he felt against his skin.
“Harder, please, Jungkook…”
And his body responded, lifting one of her legs and smacking their hips together hard, moaning as he felt her thigh against his skin, the heat closing in on him, fucking her into the mattress so roughly the bedframe shook and he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe as his orgasm hit him so hard that he keeled over and nearly folded her in half, gasping as he shot into her throbbing heat, cock twitching, but still hard because of this whole scent possession thing so he just kept going, kept thrusting into her, lewd, loud slapping of flesh against flesh, squelching as he fucked his own cum into her.
She grinned at him, mischievous and wolf-like, so many pointed teeth, and he was so damn hard, he didn’t understand how she made him so crazy but, also, he didn’t care because it felt so fucking good. It felt like his entire cock was vibrating his pleasure and fanning out over his balls and ass and back and up his spine and into his head, made more intense by the soft growls of his name from her lips and the smell of his cum mixing with hers. She sucked in a tight breath, body tensing.
“Mm, ah, Jungkook…”
Her pussy tightened, squeezing him rough and hard, and Jungkook whimpered, falling over the edge, pleasure hitting every nerve and igniting them all at once, squeezing his eyes shut and gasping out her name, whole body shivering with lust, his cock jerking and spurting a second load into her all-consuming wet heat, so much that it slid back and coated his own cock. He shuddered and slipped down, losing strength of his arms as her hands quickly planted themselves on his chest, holding him up. Slowly, she shifted her leg down and he moaned, feeling his cock shift inside her and some of his cum squirt out between them, soaking into his sheets.
The scent of sex hovered around them, clinging to their skin.
Jungkook couldn’t move.
Did he die?
Kind of felt like it.
Nothing but heat and pleasure, her pussy wrapped around his cock, pulsing slowly.
She held him up easily, measured, even breaths as she came down, a distinct difference to his absolutely fucked-out state, panting, forehead coated with sweat. He couldn’t say anything. She just calmly lowered him to her chest, wiping his forehead with the back of her hand and exhaling, waiting for his heart to slow and beat in time with hers.
It took several minutes.
To be honest, Jungkook was kind of happy he couldn’t move. His cock, although softening, was having a great time in this wet warmth.
“Uh… this has never happened before…” he mumbled, pressing his cheek against hers so he wouldn’t have to look her in the eye.
She chuckled. “I figured you might need a second.”
“I’ll get better at it.”
“That’s true. You’ll need lots of practice.”
Silence. Comfortable silence. Except for a couple outside squabbling loudly like crows. It was kind of ruining the moment.
“You should have closed the window,” Jungkook scolded, inhaling the scent of her hair.
“My bad. I was a little distracted by you furiously jacking off.”
“… Kind of proud I still had it in me to fuck you.”
He stiffened. Her tongue traced his ear.
“It’s the spell,” she teased.
“You said it’s biology.”
She chuckled, the laugh rumbling her chest.
-
“Why are you always perfectly okay after we fuck?”
You shrugged, nibbling on the piece of cheese you found in Jungkook’s fridge. He was on the floor of the kitchen, panting, hair sweaty and sticking to his face, the floor an absolute mess of fluids after you rode him right here in his own kitchen.
“Guess I’m just built different.”
He gritted his teeth, slamming his fist on the floor.
“It’s hurting my pride.”
This was nice cheese. You chewed, enjoying the flavor.
“I wouldn’t be so depressed about it. Maybe you need to work out.”
Jungkook glared at you. You chuckled and squatted down, flicking your tail against his thighs. He sucked in a breath, moaning softly.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s only been a few hours since we fell asleep and woke up.”
He clicked his tongue. “I need a shower. Again.”
“That’s your fault, you know. You always want me to lick you all over.”
“Speaking of which, lick me all over in the shower, thanks in advance.”
-
Your father could smell him off you and declared he was going to eat him.
“You will not.”
Your father growled at you. It was quite intimidating and you would have run if he wasn’t your father.
“You. Will. Not.” You repeated yourself with sternness.
Your father had snapped his jaw, grimacing in annoyance. Black lips peeling back, showing all his sharp teeth, gold eyes flashing. He was always in wolf form. He rarely changed.
“I doubt he’s more than a gulp to me. A mere bunny.”
“You can have your opinion, but he’s mine.”
He stomped away, paws heavy on the stone floor.
“You’ll tire of him.”
Honestly, you expected more of a fight. But you hadn’t missed the tick of your father’s head as he sniffed you, the pensive spark in his eyes. Everyone said he wasn’t the same since your mother passed away. You wouldn’t know, but he definitely wasn’t the thoughtful type. You watched him walk away, black and silver tail swishing, claws scraping.
You wondered what your father was like when he was in love.
Did he like holding hands? Did he look at your mother in awe and tell her how beautiful she was?
Did he tell her he loved her?
Your father turned his large head, puffing heavily from his elongated snout. You didn’t say anything. He was a huge black wolf, even bigger than your wolf form. Next to your human form, you were comically small. But down the hall, you were almost the same size, eye level.
His white teeth flashed.
Then he faced forward again and walked away.
Was he going to say something but decided against it?
“I love you, Father.”
You said it softly. He was gone, but maybe he heard anyway.
The Dire Alpha had excellent hearing.
-
“Uh, are you okay?”
You flung yourself through his window, scowling angrily.
“My father made me train for no reason.”
“Train for what?”
“Fighting, obviously.”
You hit the floor of his bedroom with a hard thunk, body aching all over. Still wearing an oversized black hoodie and black jeans four sizes too big. Your father was relentless. You must be going soft if you’re dating a human. Well, you showed him. But not before half-dying from his strikes.
Jungkook hurried over to you, but you scowled, shooing him away. You got on your hands and knees, snarling at the pain, snapping your teeth.
“Do you need an ice pack or something?” he asked, peering at you as you mentally steeled yourself, hoisting your body to your feet.
“No,” was your stubborn response. “I am fine.”
“You look like you’re going to fall over.”
“Sparring with my father does that,” you muttered, cracking your neck. “You want to try?”
“No, not really.”
You finally got a good look at Jungkook. He was wearing a patterned dress shirt with black slacks. Blond hair styled and parted to one side, revealing his strong and handsome features.
“What’s with you?” you asked, confused by his appearance.
He gestured weakly to the bedroom door. “Well… I made dinner… so maybe you want to eat with me?”
Oh. Your cheeks flushed warmly.
“I would love to.”
And then you collapsed, the world going black.
-
Jungkook couldn’t move her.
He was a strong guy, but she was like a giant sack of bricks in this state, crumpled onto his bedroom floor, bushy tail flared out, silvery ears flopped to one side. She was still breathing, but it was pained and shallow. He grabbed one of his pillows and managed to lift her head, shoving it under her. How bad as it? He pushed up the hem of her hoodie and looked.
Oh.
Fuck.
That’s a lot of bruises.
He shoved the hoodie back down and looked back to her face.
Her eyes were cracked open, husky chuckle on her lips.
“I think I’m a little tired…”
Jungkook tugged on her sweater. “Can you move? Just to get onto the bed. I can’t lift you.”
She let out a puff of air. “Floor is fine.”
“No, it’s not. The love of my life does not belong on the floor.”
“Hah.”
Her eyes slipped closed.
“You called me the love of your life.”
Oh.
He did, didn’t he?
Jungkook looked down at the female Dire. Her soft tufted ears and lush silver tail, but otherwise human. Definitely wasn’t though. He knew that from experience.
He couldn’t leave her.
Not even as the dinner got cold and forgotten. He dragged all his bedding onto the floor and created a blanket circle around their bodies, nuzzling himself next to her. He placed his head beside hers and watched her face. She seemed to be in a deep, dep sleep. Jungkook smiled despite her not being able to see and kissed her nose.
Shut his eyes, enjoying their closeness.
Her tail came up and rested on his legs.
-
“So I’m the love of your life, huh?”
“Gah!”
Jungkook snapped his eyes open, jerking back. But he couldn’t go far, because she was on top of him, all her clothes off, on her hands and knees. His eyes widened. She still had bruises, but they seemed to be lighter, purple-green. She tilted her head, fluffy ears flickering. The necklace she wore had the diamond pendant and – he counted – eight rings, the same number as before. Whew.
She scratched her neck and he noticed her nails were painted black again.
“Why are you naked?” Jungkook sputtered.
“Got hot,” she mumbled. “I usually sleep naked.”
Jungkook stared into her eyes. She seemed tired, but not near collapsing like she had been when she entered. The window was closed.
“Can you change?”
“Hm?”
“Into your wolf form. Can you change right now?”
She looked down at him. “Yes, of course.”
“Can I see?”
She blinked.
“You a furry or something?”
“N-no? I just… want to see it…”
She raised an eyebrow and backed up, tail swishing. He sat up, watching her form as she moved to an open space in his room. Sleek, primal, powerful. It didn’t take long. Two, three steps and there was the crack of bone rearranging, a sharp gashing of teeth and the long snout appeared, lips peeled back as she shook her head. He almost missed it, the sudden swish of fur and swiftly it was all over, her frame suddenly huge, daunting, reminding him of that night when she had saved him. Wicked black claws, undeniably dangerous. Muscles flexing as she stepped in a circle, the white crescent fur pattern on her back gleaming against her silvery pelt, hairs tipped with black.
She cracked her neck, staring down at him. The necklace now looked comically small and the ceiling seemed far too low. Her voice seemed to resonate, but still husky and recognizable.
“Is this what you wanted?”
Her eyes were pure gold, glinting in the moonlight through his window.
“You’re beautiful,” Jungkook breathed.
She chuckled, sitting down, tail swishing. “Are you sure you’re not a furry?”
“I don’t know and I don’t really care,” Jungkook muttered, admiring the way the moon seemed to bring out the shine in her fur.
She padded over and encircled him, tail brushing against his chest. Plopped down on the blankets, nudging with her leathery black nose. Jungkook looked up into her golden orbs. She seemed to raise an eyebrow.
“Hm?”
He leaned back against her shoulder, burrowing in the softness.
“Can I… see your teeth?” he asked softly.
She clicked her tongue, chest vibrating. Took him a moment to realize she was containing her laughter.
“You’re a little freaky, Jungkook,” she chuckled and then she opened her mouth, sharp, pointed white teeth glistening, lowering them to him. Next to his shoulder, breathing in heavy puffs. Definitely could rip him apart in an instant.
Not going to lie.
Jungkook was a little turned on.
Her tongue slid out, licking his neck.
Slightly more turned on.
“Satisfied?” she drawled.
“Erm, yes.”
She closed her mouth and laid her head on the blankets.
“Naptime.”
And she nestled around him, letting him sleep against her silvery warmth.
-
You woke him up by licking him.
Softly, on his neck. But not subtly, because you let it drip on his skin, painting him with your scent. He groaned, shifting in your arms, but you held him still, hands on his torso. He was still wearing that nice dress shirt and slacks. His blond hair was a little ruffled from sleep, but you could see the effort. You felt bad for not realizing his intent sooner but, then again, you couldn’t choose your father’s orders.
You weren’t in wolf form anymore. That would be strange if you were.
But somehow, you didn’t think Jungkook would care.
You heard him mumble your name. You placed your lips on his neck and kissed him softly.
“Bite me.”
“Chomp.”
He clicked his tongue. “Be serious.”
“You would be dead if I was serious.”
“You know what I mean,” Jungkook muttered, taking your hands and placing them on the buttons of his dress shirt. “Just a little bit. I’m human, not fragile.”
He was right.
“Ah, sorry,” you whispered.
“Don’t apologize.” His voice was deep, leaning his head back on your shoulder, exposing his neck. “Mark me. Fuck me up. Show me you want me.”
You chuckled, tail swishing slowly.
“Sure.”
He asked for it.
Your lips opened, tongue sliding out, dripping all over his skin. Jungkook moaned under you, hands reaching back and finding your thighs, squeezing them. One button. Two buttons. Teeth pressed against his throat, soaking him with you. Three buttons. You bit down, softly, and sucked, inhaling his scent. He was wearing some kind of cologne. You licked it off, replacing it with you. Jungkook shivered, gasping as your hand slid into his shirt.
“Harder…”
“You’re such trouble, Jungkook,” you mumbled, kissing down his shoulder, nipping at his skin. He whined as you pressed your fingertip to his nipple, rubbing in slow circles. You sank your teeth in, not breaking skin, but definitely hard enough for him to feel it, sucking just as roughly. Fuck. The feeling of him in your canines, the subtle taste of his skin coating your tongue. You growled in your chest, pinching his nipple and hurriedly undoing the rest of his shirt. Jungkook shuddered under your mouth, moaning as you pushed the fabric aside.
“Mmm, fuck, yes…”
You pulled away, seeing the dark purple mark on his skin, pinpricks of red where your teeth had dug in. He pressed his back into your chest, panting heavily. You leaned forward, parting your lips. Thick, viscous saliva dripped down, plopping onto his pecs, coating him with your scent. You took it and rubbed it against his nipples, and Jungkook instantly reared into your hands, moaning, hands flying down to his slacks and fumbling with the button.
“Fuck, you drive me crazy.”
Your lips pressed against his ear as he fought with his pants, grunting in annoyance as they weren’t coming off fast enough. You traced his earlobe with your tongue and he gasped, leaning into it, raising his hips to remove his slacks as you nipped just under his ear, right at the pulse point.
“You’re a fucking tease,” Jungkook growled.
You licked up and down, so much saliva that it trickled down his neck. He whimpered as your teeth closed in.
“Say something…”
You paused for a moment. Then you reached up and tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him to one side to expose more of his neck to you.
“Time to show everyone you’re mine,” you snarled.
You gripped his head tightly and bit down, sucking his skin into your mouth. Jungkook’s body bucked into yours, throaty moans vibrating in your lips but you barely noticed, because suddenly you could smell his scent, his hand once again palming himself, spreading his pre-cum over his throbbing cock. The faintest prick and his blood touched you tongue.
Oh.
Fuck.
You drew back, eyelids fluttering, grating groan as you leaned forward and licked it off. Couldn’t help it, you were a damn carnivore and his blood was right there, so you had to remove your teeth, but you were still going to lick it up. Ugh, so good. Jungkook whined out your name and you lowered him to the blankets, crawling down to his hand still stroking his cock.
“C-Can you…?”
“No, I cannot. Move your hand so I can sit on your dick.”
He moved his hand and pouted at you. “But–”
You lifted your head and stared at him in the eye. Jungkook froze, eyes widening. You knew what it looked like. Pure gold, almost glowing. One side of his neck was patterned with purple and red, your bites on his skin. He wouldn’t be able to cover them easily. Your heart was beating fast, too fast. Was it the blood? His smell? His body with your ownership on his skin?
In any case, there was no way you were going to attempt to blow him now.
You opened your mouth, panting hard.
“Jungkook, I want to. Sit. On. Your. Dick.”
He nodded, pulling his hands away. “Yes. Please.”
You lifted your body and sank down on him. Jungkook choked on air, gripping the blankets tightly as you closed your eyes, exhaling deeply as you felt him fill you up. Had it ever felt like this before? You weren’t even close to heat and yet it was still so good, felt so nice with him inside you as you squeezed him with your muscles. Jungkook gasped, shoulders tensing at the sensation.
“Are you trying to end me in seconds?” he hissed, but you ignored him, rocking your hips, holding onto his waist, sliding him in and out of you easily. You breathed in, pressing your fingers into his skin as your rode him and he turned into a moaning puddle under you, working his hardness, focusing more on clenching him inside you rather than smacking your hips together.
“It doesn’t matter,” you breathed. “I’ll make sure you can keep going.”
“Fuck, you’re mean,” Jungkook gritted out.
You opened your eyes, looking down at him. Him and his head pressed back into the blankets, blond hair contrasting the navy fabric, jaw tight, eyes screwed shut as he tried to hold on. He felt your gaze and cracked his eyes open, surveying you through his lashes.
You smiled at him, rolling your hips down his length.
“Don’t–”
You opened your mouth and let it drip onto his abs.
“Fuck!”
His hands smacked into yours and his back arched sharply, muffled wail as he came inside you, hot thick strings painting your insides. It was a sudden, euphoric sensation that seemed to flood you with pleasure from bottom up, massaging his length as his cum squelched with your movements, soaking down your walls and coating his cock, trickling onto his balls. You slid your hands out of his and spread your saliva over his stomach, still warm from his hot skin.
You could tell it was taking over him, the way his hands crawled up your thighs, gripping your hips, opening his dark eyes, pupils blown out, completely intoxicated by lust.
You slid your hands to his sides, planting them on the floor.
“Fuck me back, Jungkook,” you drawled huskily. “Shove your cum into me.”
Hard, rough, fast – you slammed your hips into him and Jungkook groaned, grabbing your ass and raising his hips to meet yours, an obscene squish as his cum was jammed back into your folds. You bit your lip, grinning, all your nerves tingling, ears and tail bristling, chasing your release as you thrust him into you and he smacked his hips back, matching your pace. His eyes found yours. Darkness to gold.
“Shit, you look so hot…”
You tightened around him and he moaned, throwing his head back, the purple-red hickeys on his neck flexing with his muscle.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty with my bites,” you panted, towering over him, the head of his cock jamming into your deepest parts, so perfectly nice and wet and messy, his cum and your juices spilling out onto his legs and balls, soaking the blankets under you as you fucked him relentlessly. “Cum for me, Jungkook. Let’s make a mess.”
Your name tore of out of his throat, and you gasped as he filled you again, all the way to the brim, eyes fluttering closed as your orgasm shadowed his, suffocating and unrelenting, squeezing his stiff length so hard that your cum and his cum splattered down, painting mixed scents on both your crotches. Strong and heady, intoxicating and addictive. You sat all the way down, moaning as you relished in the joined wetness, thick and wonderful, your hands coming up and caressing his heaving torso, his hands falling from your hips and hitting the floor with a thud.
Slow, deep breaths.
You looked down at Jungkook. His eyes were closed and he was breathing shallowly. His blond hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, jaw tense. You patted his chest and he opened one eye, peering at you.
“Should I get up?”
His hands came back up and rested on your thighs. “No. I like this.”
You pulsated around his twitching cock and Jungkook closed his eyes again, sighing in satisfaction, listening to the lewd spurt of more cum dripping out. You lifted one of your hands and placed it on your lips. Then you lowered it and placed your fingers to his lips.
Jungkook’s eyes opened, brown orbs hazy.
You grinned at him, silvery ears flicking upward.
-
Jungkook stared at himself in the mirror.
This t-shirt was not going to cut it.
He went back to his closet and retrieved a scarf.
Nope, this just looked stupid.
He went back to the closet and found a turtleneck. A white and black striped one.
Well. Less stupid. Too hot for it, but that was his own fault.
Jungkook pulled down the collar. He traced the bite mark. He swallowed, feeling the arousal building up inside him once again. Remembered the way she felt around him. The way his whole body seemed drawn to her, the way his cock was soaked with him own cum and hers. She had already left. Had things to do and all that. A slow smile grew on his lips.
He had ten minutes before he actually had to leave for work.
He could annoy her for a little bit.
Jungkook’s tattooed right hand slid down to his jeans, undoing the button.
-
You raised your head.
Frowned.
You father got up from the table and took his plate with him. Hunk of raw meat and all.
“Father?”
The gigantic black wolf paused and glared at you. Blood dripped from his white teeth.
“Daughter, I recognize his scent just as well as you.”
Oh.
Yikes.
You decided not to tell Jungkook that.
Ignorance is bliss.
-
“No.”
“Why not?”
You were sitting on the rooftop of his apartment complex. He had taken you up here to show you the sunset over the city. Fed you a large hunk of raw high-quality meat and three bottles of soju. Became slightly upset when you didn’t get drunk. Too much muscle mass, perhaps.
“I’m not going to fuck you on the full moon, Jungkook,” you chuckled as you nibbled on a piece of cheese. It was such an interesting flavor. Jungkook had said it was some kind of gourmet cheese, but to you it was only a wedge of very tasty dairy.
“It might be nice?” he tried, nudging you.
You chuckled. “It’ll definitely be nice, but you still can’t move after I’m done with you at the moment, so let’s build up some tolerance first.”
“Let’s,” Jungkook pouted. “You just mean me.”
You were sitting on a green plaid blanket Jungkook had spread out for you two. You looked over to him and his dark denim jacket with matching dark jeans. He was wearing a white Beatles t-shirt under it.
“Do you actually like the Beatles or are you just wearing it for aesthetics?”
Jungkook looked down at his shirt. “Of course, I like the Beatles. Who doesn’t like the Beatles?” He snapped his head up, eyes widening. “You know who the Beatles are?”
You rolled your eyes. “I keep telling you I am not from the medieval times; there are just some primitive ideals in my culture, ugh.” You poked his chest and he rubbed it, frowning. You continued, ignoring his frown. “Obviously I know who they are. The Beatles changed music. Recording, songwriting, artistic presentation – they brought music to new heights. They changed music not only as an industry but also the way people felt about music. Think about it. They became an international act when people were only listening to music on the radio. Do you know how insane that is? Everything travels so fast on the Internet nowadays, but the Beatles became popular without the internet. Can you even imagine that in this day and age?”
You turned your head to make your point and Jungkook was staring at you, slack-jawed.
“What?”
He shook his head, smiling. “I like listening to you. I totally agree by the way. Do you like music?” he said excitedly. “I work at a records store. You want to come by sometime?”
You blinked at him.
“Ah… sure. That sounds nice.”
-
part iii
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Pairings: bucky barnes x camgirl!reader (modern au)
Word count: 1,834
Warning: SMUT. sexy times, cuss words, masturbation, (female & male). MUST BE 18+
Summary: you were a camgirl and bucky barnes was your favorite regular client. what happens when you realized you were catching feelings?
a/n: this one’s written for @candy-and-writing‘s 1000 followers writing challenge. congrats girl! i chose the prompt “you’re fucking beautiful.”
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The screen of your laptop lit up, illuminating the dimmed room you were unchaperoned in. The ringing tone reverberated, waiting for you to accept the call, and the familiar face and those sapphire blue eyes emerged.
"Hey there, handsome." You coquettishly whispered.
"Hey, baby. You ready to make daddy feel good tonight?"
"Yes, daddy. I’m always ready for you." You writhed for the man on the screen.
Bucky had been one of your regular clients for three months now and he was irrefutably your favourite. Those hypnotizing blue eyes and that deep gravel voice, especially when he went into the full commanding mode, mandating you to please him; that smug look on his face when he triumphantly made you roll your eyes to the back of your head, and the way his gentle words would soothe you afterwards made you wish he was right there in the same room as you instead of being linked by internet access. Sometimes you'd think that you were falling for the man, but the stringent voice in your head would quickly clear those daydreams away saying, "no! you gotta be professional. He probably has a girlfriend or a wife in real life." (and you swear you didn't hear your heart fracturing at the thought)
"Good girl. Always so obedient for daddy, huh?" you nodded. "Now take off that bra and those panties, then lean back and spread your legs wide for me."
"Yes, daddy," you followed his orders; spreading your legs wide, putting each on the sides of your laptop, giving him a full display of your glistening cunt.
"Such a pretty cunt. Now, rub that clit for me, c'mon."
You slowly slid your fingers down from your bare chest, to your belly and then to the spot that he wanted you to touch. You made a circling motion on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You shut your eyes as you let yourself relish the pleasure. You whimpered with your mouth open and bit your lip to suppress it.
"Play with your tits baby." Your other hand move to your breast and you groped the globe and then you pinched the nipple. "Yeah, just like that. God, you're so fucking beautiful." You moaned at the piquant sting, and you rubbed your clit more furiously as you felt yourself getting more soaked. You felt the familiar bubble forming in your abdomen ready to burst in seconds.
"Can I cum daddy, please?" You whined as you kept playing with your breast and fingers nudging the bud.
"Not yet babygirl, now insert two fingers inside that cunt."
You did as he said, and shoved two digits through your tight entrance and you moved them in and out as you felt your fingers getting drenched, the squelching sounds elevated the eroticism in the scene.
"Keep one hand on your sexy tits baby, yeah fuck that cunt for me."
As you shut your eyes once more, trying to focus on stroking the spot that pushes you to the edge every time, you heard the sound of him unzipping his pants, and he pulled down his boxer to his thighs, just enough to let his massive cock spring free.
His fingers circled around his shaft, pumping himself up and down, as he kept his sight fixated on you, watching every movement you make, the way your face contorted in pleasure and your brows furrowed, and euphonious sounds escaping your lips, it riled his cock more and more, getting it as hard and as stiff as a rock.
"Goddamnit, you're so fucking gorgeous." He grunted through his ragged breathing. "Think of my giant cock destroying that cunt, using you like the dirty little slut you are." His words caused shivers cascading your spine, as you envisioned being pinned underneath him with you ass up in the air and your face squeezed to the pillow.
You squirmed as your cries grew an octave higher, picturing his hands wrapped around your throat as he pounded into you vigorously from behind, not giving you any mercy or repose.
"Gonna fuck you until you're braindead until you can't do anything else but beg for my cock to make you cum like a whore." You picked up the pace, shoving your fingers relentlessly and thrashed around on the sheets.
You felt yourself clenching around your own digits, the tightening coil was seconds away into plummeting you into bliss. "Oh god, please, I'm so close daddy, please!" You pleaded through your ragged breathing as you arched your back.
"Beg louder, baby."
"I need to cum now, daddy! Please!" Your heart pounded against your ribcage, a common aftereffect from your sessions with Bucky.
"Attagirl. Cum for me babygirl, show me what a dirty little whore you are for me."
A few more vehement onslaughts and your abdomen convulsed. Your orgasm erupted, clouding your brain with euphoria, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Your body shook as your cries echoed on the walls of your room.
Bucky was still running his hand up and down, reaching his own impending climax. He felt his cock twitching and in a few more pumps, he shot out ribbons of his thick load all over his stomach. He growled as he envisioned painting your womb white with his seed, burying himself deep inside you until every last drop was stored.
He threw his head back and cussed in front of the camera. It was truly a magnificent sight. Man, Bucky knew what he signed up for in the first place and that every girl on this website would keep it strictly professional and online but, the number of times he’d fantasized about taking you on a date to a nice restaurant and then bring you home afterwards to fuck you against the bathroom wall or in front of the mirror all night long would easily give you a reason to kick him out or conclude any sexual engagements with him in the future. Bucky was too madly infatuated with you to risk it.
You were the only thing he looked forward to after a long, dull day at work. You had an edge around you that just pulled him in like a magnet, once he had a taste of you, he was addicted. And he hadn’t even physically tasted you yet. God, he could imagine just how sweet you would taste on his tongue. But you were also capable of being the ideal submissive that he desired. Those doe eyes looking at him through the lens and the way you’d bite your lip innocently, teasing him like the devil. It drove him nuts. And he only longed for more.
Bucky always thought that he wasn’t the type to settle down in a relationship but, if he were, you would exactly be the type of girl that could make him change his mind. Sometimes within the one-hour sessions that he had with you, he would tell you about his day and get all the tension of his chest to you and you would be an excellent listener, always paying attention to every word and never failed to making relieve him of the stress. Along the way, you both felt like you had known each other better than most people that you interacted with in real lives.
Was he catching feelings for you? No, no, no, for fuck’s sake, get it together, Barnes! She only saw you as another of her client!
The thought of you exposing every inch of your body to other men and women caused an extreme detestation in him and it was bugging the hell out of him.
“You did good, babygirl.”
“Thank you, daddy. Do you feel good?”
“Absolutely.” His smile was warm, a contrast to the one that would show when he was tormenting you.
“Do you wanna talk about your day, daddy?”
“Nothing new. Just another boring day at the job.”
“Well, at least mine is the complete opposite.” You winked at him.
He chuckled, amused by your witty remark. Then it was quiet for a few seconds.
“Babygirl, I’ve been thinking…”
“Yeah? What is that, daddy?”
“I know I agreed that we’d keep it strictly professional but, goddamnit, I can’t get you out of my mind for the last few months now. And you’re just… God, you’re fucking amazing. So I was wondering, would you like to meet up? I’ll take you on a nice date, and I’ll pick you up wherever you are.”
You were tongue-tied. You’d always thought that Bucky was never interested to see you in person. You always wondered about him, composing fiction in your head, every night before you drift into a deep slumber, based on all the data that he decided to share with you. You always imagined about kissing him, being on your knees for him as you wrapped your lips around his manhood, and using your body like a ragdoll. Because that’s the only place where you could touch him and feel him.
And now here he was, asking you if you were interested in meeting him in person and go on a date with him. You know that when you first applied for this job, you vowed to yourself that you’d keep it strictly professional and that you’d never let your feelings defeat your common sense. But those oaths were disrupted since the day this job introduced you to Bucky.
You couldn’t decide whether you were grateful or woeful for that.
But now you knew that it was the former. Because everything you had dreamt of for the last three months came true and you were bubbling with joy. You were ecstatic, like a girl who had just been asked by her crush to go to prom with him.
“Yes, yes daddy! I wanna go on a date with you.”
“You serious?” His expression was elated.
“Yes! I’d love to know you more, daddy.”
“Oh man, I should’ve been more prepared, so… How about you give me your number and text me your address later? This Saturday, 8 PM. Sounds good?”
“Yes, daddy. It does.”
“Alright. God, I can't fucking wait to see that beautiful face in person… Oh and by the way, you don’t have to call me daddy when we’re not getting each other off, baby. You can call me Bucky. I love to hear the sound of my name rolling off your tongue.”
“Okay, Bucky.”
You exchanged number before you ended the session and you instantly texted your address. What an odd coincidence it is that you both lived in New York. He worked at Wall Street and he reminded you that he was going to be at your front door at 8 PM this Saturday. You were jittery, anticipating for the weekend. You didn’t know if he was going to be as wonderful as he seemed to be in real life or if the date would lead to something more between you, but one thing that you knew for sure was that you certainly needed to shop for a new dress.
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what do YOU personally think the teenagers (mcr) lyrics are about my friend ? like i keep thinking about them but im not sure im going somewhere
okay, ive answered this ask twice on mobile and each time my phone deleted it, so here I go, the FINAL version of this post
It's been a hot minute since I listened to teenagers so I decided to do a quick run-through of the lyrics, and while Gerard&Co were raised catholic the lyrics seem to REEK of protestant trauma, so that's what I'll be going off of, but I'm pretty sure the two denominations overlap here. The first verse is about kids in youth group, Christian GirlsTM especially, who are put there to pressure you into being "normal" into "cleaning you up with the lies in the book" (bible), although the pastor is the one giving the teaching THESE are the people who will get you to BELIEVE, who will get you to lie to yourself, who will get you to church camps that on some level utilize brainwashing techniques, and will DESTROY you with the idea that you're "Just one of them, and just need to change everything about yourself and fake your way through every last sermon to be just a part of the gang",
The part about sleeping with a gun and keeping an eye on you is about two things: one, about the idea that God can see all your thoughts, that THINKING about "sin" (ie; fantasizing about sex) is as bad as COMMITTING sin (which is fucked up entirely on its own because fantasy is SO FUCKING DIFFERENT FROM REALITY and that is a CRUCIAL aspect of sexual expression in order to safely engage in sex), AND the fact that these kids will pretend to be your friend, will prod you into doing things with them, into telling them things about yourself all the while making you feel like "part of the group" when really they're just blabbing either to religious leaders, or are ostracizing you and bullying you behind your back.
"The drugs never work"
This in my opinion points to the fact that this song is specifically about being QUEER in a christian culture. It is common for trans people to turn to drugs or psychedelics in an area that has little to no access to gender affirming care, or acceptance because they both change reality and disconnect one from the body that is causing their dysphoria. It can also help burn away the guilt, so to speak.
The methods of keeping you clean is about two things: one, about purity culture, no smoking, no drinking, no friends who drink, no sex, no porn, no masturbation, no impure thoughts. The second, is the way they're able to subtly manipulate you into hiding yourself, into lying to yourself, into forcing yourself to the point of death into being cishet. They're keeping you clean not just from the vices of addiction, but the vices of the flesh, the vice you can't escape because it's a part of you from the day youre born. On a darker note, this could also be referring to c*nversion th*rapy, given this second interpretation of the lyrics
"Ripping your head and aspirations to shreds," Is again about two things in my opinion: both the idea of "losing yourself to God's will" that usually leads one to losing their identity and getting depression and fucked up mental health, and the "shift" that happens at church when you reach a certain age. You know the kind, right? You're four years old, and church is FUN! You get to go to this big room and sing and dance on stage with all your friends! You get to play GAMES! You get to talk to the ~cool teenagers~ who are ~Just like you~ and ~think youre a "cool kid"~, you have ~best friends~ who will be with you like Jesus and the 12! but then, one day, something happens, something SHIFTS. maybe the Sunday school teacher leaves, maybe there's a new family at church, maybe the church changes buildings. Maybe none of that has to do with any of it, all you know is that now things are forever different. Church isn't fun anymore. The kids classes are repetitive, they're bribing you into memorizing bible verses with money, they DONT reward critical thinking or analysis, but they do call you smart, that's because they dont want SMART kids they want OBEDIANT ones. You have no choice but to stat going to REAL church. Suddenly, your best friends are not your best friends. Suddenly they're avoiding you. Suddenly they're lying to you. Suddenly you're too... well they don't know the word yet but "gay" for them...
"Teenagers scare the living shit out of me"
This is what youth group does to you, it isolates you from your entire generation because there are few people your age and a whole lot older than you, and everyone is so much DIFFERENT from you for some reason, but neither of you know why, not yet anyways. This makes you distance yourself from teenagers, because you can't SEE yourself as a teenager, because youre nothing like other teenagers.
"They could care less as long as someone will bleed,"
This is the martyr complex that permeates youth culture like the smell of wine, the problem? these kids love to make a show of themselves and their martyrdom, but they're unwilling to martyr themselves, so what do they do? They throw someone else to the wolves and take the glory. They ostracize and eliminate the unique in the name of preserving their faith. They convert and convert and god help anyone who doesn't want to convert.
"So darken your clothes and strike a violent pose"
This is about deconversion, how the moment you leave the church you never want to see another cross till the day you die, that you want to avoid christians of all costs because you don't want them To drag you back into the pit that devoured you. So you do anything and everything you can to make yourself repulsive to Christians, which actually coincides with your indulgence of mundane activities previously considered as "sin"
"Maybe they'll leave you alone but not me,"
There's a different between a cishet ex Christian and a queer ex christian, and that difference is that a cishet atheist is more likely to be left alone than a queer one, especially a queer one whose whole demeanor screams "Christians be gone," that shit is like... it summons christians faster than free winter jam tickets! They swarm to you frothing at the mouth with holy water waiting to either convert you or exorcise you into purity, depends on if you want them or not. Again, you don't even have to be OPENLY gay, they can TRACK this shit. it's like fucking... INSTINCT or something.
"The boys and girls in the clique, the awful names that they stick, you're never gonna fit in much kid,"
as alluded to above, this lyric is about how, even from a young age, BEFORE youth group, this toxic culture kind of develops. ESPECIALLY around christian girls. They don't have the vulgarity of slurs, but they can make up for it with slang like "tomboy" "nancyboy" "too boyish" "a sissy" "Weird" etc, youre NEVER going to fit in, because the moment that "shift", from fun games and songs to Real Church, occurs, you have a target on your back.
"But if youre troubled and hurt what you got under your shirt will make them pay for the things that they did,"
This is probably a gun. But that's a tad too boring for my taste. If you were raised protestant you KNOW that being an ex protestant, after the craziness of evangelicalism, you would not hesitate to burn down your old church. It could be a secret tattoo, top surgery scars, hell maybe even nipple clamps. Whatever it is, it's symbolic of revenge. I know that anytime I wore my labrys necklace to church I would always hide it under my shirt. I hid books and CDs under there too. Again, it's about revenge, it's about breaking free, gun or no gun, the point is getting out and getting back at them.
and thats pretty much my take on the song. Again, this is not about artist intent this is just what the lyrics reminded ME of personally (as you can see from the over biographical bullshit I wrote), I'm always open to contradicting interpretations though as I always have like 2+ interpretations of a song or book! I never really saw the song through the lens of youth group specifically but when I went over the lyrics again in retrospect it all seemed to really click (pun not intended) well! Thanks for the ask!
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a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves (3/8)
He would be just gentle enough that nothing hurt, but firm enough that she felt it. Every touch, every stroke; he would make her feel it all, make her delirious with it.
Yes, letting herself fantasize about Ben is all too easy.
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Rey tries not to think about what's making her so frustrated and irritable. Ben knows exactly why. Also, Leia meddles.
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Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4K
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Notes: our space babies are back at it again with their BIE. (Big Idiot Energy). enjoy
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Chapter 3: this tiger-footed rage
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It’s as easy as breathing, Rey thinks. Imagining him, large and imposing, all hard plains and thick muscle, nudged between her thighs. All around her. Consuming her. She imagine what his hands would feel like. Would the trace her, lightly and teasingly, or ding into her skin and mar her for all the world to see. And his legs; strong enough to hold her up, to carry her around without so much as a strain.
He would be just gentle enough that nothing hurt, but firm enough that she felt it. Every touch, every stroke; he would make her feel it all, make her delirious with it.
Yes, letting herself fantasize about Ben is all too easy. Made even easier by her fingers currently pushing into her sopping wet cunt.
It should be embarrassing, how many times over the last few days that Rey has gotten off to imagining Ben. She’d had to stop herself from going into the employee bathroom and shoving a hand between her thighs the day he scented her; the smell of an omega that just came would outweigh the scent of an alpha and she’d be in an even worse situation. Rey had dutifully waited until after work, after the inspection, after she took two trains back home, before collapsing in a heap on her bed and getting herself off to Bens’ scent within two minutes.
And that was only the start of the evening.
Rey had refused to shower that night, trying to keep a hold of every molecule of scent Ben had given her, but come morning, she had to wash herself. She totally didn’t cry in the shower, rubbing one out to the last remanence of Ben washing down her drain. The wetness coming down her face was only from the shower.
She though that when his scent was no longer clinging to her person that she may finally get some relief from the near constant arousal, but it only made it worse. Now, the comforting scent of a big, virile alpha wasn’t consuming her, it made her desperate.
Which is the state Rey was in right now; hand pushing in and out of her, wanting to find a release that is never quite satisfying enough.
Twenty minutes of trying to get herself off before the evening was proving frustrating instead of relieving, causing Rey to scream into her pillow before removing her hand from her cunt and getting into the shower. She definitely did not sneak a smell at her overalls from the other day, just to see if there was anything left.
Rose was hurrying around the apartment when Rey walked out of the bathroom, still unsatisfied and a little more than irritable.
“What the hell, Rose?” Nearly every kitchen cabinet was opened, and a small pile of different kitchen items were being shoved into reusable plastic bags.
“Finn wants to bake a pie for tonight, but like, has nothing that he needs if he wants to make a pie,” Rose explains, stuffing multiple pans that were decidedly unnecessary to make a pie.
“Is he making a pie for a small third world county?” Rey huffs. Rose stills, a box of graham crackers falling to the counter below her.
“Are you feeling okay?” Rose asks, giving Rey a once-over.
“Yes… why?”
“You sounded a little upset that we’re making pie. Pie, Rey. You once said you’d give your left tit just to eat pie every day.”
Rey bristles, feeling much more defensive than a statement like this should make her.
“Its just… You’re taking quite a bit of stuff from our kitchen to make this. What if we don’t get it all back?” This only makes Roses’ gaze harden.
“It’s for Finn. We basically share everything with him. And I know for a fact that you two shared a toothbrush for four months in college because neither of you could be bothered to buy a new one. What’s going on?”
Rey is still wrapped up in a towel, dripping onto the linoleum floor. Her fist is clenched, holding her towel so tight to her person that she knows there will be red marks on her skin. She tries to figure out why she’s feeling this way, why she cares at all. Rey doesn’t get territorial like this, ever, especially with Finn. She’s just as curious as Rose is to figure out why she’s acting like this, but is too proud to concede.
“Nothing is going on. I don’t care if you take that stuff to Finn’s, just… make sure we get it back. That’s the only strainer that I’ve ever liked and I just want to make sure its near if I need it. Rose has her eyes narrowed at Rey, and looks like she wants to prod further, but Rey doesn’t give her the opportunity.
“I’ll see you at Luke’s!” She shouts over her shoulder on her way back to her room.
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The commute to Luke’s isn’t too bad. Rey has to take two trains and walk four blocks to get there, but his part of town isn’t too bad. Rey’s side is a different story, but that’s a worry for later tonight. Her irritability hasn’t completely worn off when she leaves her apartment, but she figures some fresh air will do her good.
Or, it would be good if she could actually enjoy it. Problem is, she’s itchy.
Not in the ‘I’m covered in poison ivy’ or ‘I have a bad case of the chicken pox’ way, but in the ‘my skin feels too tight and I’m ready to peel it off my body’ kind of way. It doesn’t help that her glands are throbbing. Any brush of material over them sends a shiver down her spine, but it’s too cold and impolite to go out in public naked with pulsing, red glands.
It’s the suppressants working their way out of her system, probably. In her limited research on what to expect when detoxing, Rey discovered gland discomfort was fairly common, but it usually happened within a few days of stopping. It’d been a few weeks for her. But it was probably nothing.
Probably.
All this discomfort was unpleasant, to say the least, but it was at least distracting Rey from the worrying-session she would be having about seeing Ben tonight. Rey had texted him when she’d gotten home the other night. A quick ‘hi i’m alive. thanks for today. see you around.’ before promptly blocking his number so that she wouldn’t be tempted to call him and ask him to fuck her nine ways to Sunday.
Maybe it was too far, but Rey was still a little jaded from the experience and didn’t trust herself to fuck it up even further. Best to just forget the whole thing ever happened and move on with their respective lives and try very hard to think of literally anything else but Ben when she masturbates. Totally fine.
It’s a good plan… well, it’s at least a plan. And one that seems to be totally fine and likely to work, until she opens the door to Luke’s townhouse.
On their normal trivia night, it’s just her small group of friends playing trivia games being moderated by Luke who seems to know the answer to every question. Theres a few drinks, some snacks, and maybe a joint or two.
There is not the entirety of the Organa-Solo-Skywalker clan and a buffet table that looks like something out of a Thanksgiving issue of Better Homes & Garden.
This will not be their normal trivia night, Rey realizes with a deep sigh.
“Oh Rey! You came! I’m so happy to see you!” Senator Organa grasps Rey in a bear hug before she can even make it entirely through the threshold. Rey is shocked, but leans into the hug once she realizes what’s happening.
“Senator, it’s been so long.” The older woman tuts while pulling back, arms still holding onto Rey’s shoulder.
“Oh please, Rey, what will it take for you to call me Leia instead of stuffy ‘Senator Organa’?” She asks.
“It’s… what’s proper?” Rey raises her shoulders in a shrug.
“My wife? Proper? Ha!” Han shouts, over-exaggeratedly slapping his knee. “That’s a good one, kid.” Rey smiles sheepishly as the Senator slaps her husband’s chest. From the corner of her eye, she sees a seated figure, with perfect posture and even more perfect clothes.
“Grandma Padmé!” Rey says, before moving between them to hug her. Grandam Padmé opens her arms wide as Rey leans down to hug her. Even in old age, she feels strong beneath Rey’s body. It’s comforting in a way that Rey isn’t used to, but loves all the same. When she pulls back, Padmé cups her cheek with a thin hand.
“My goodness, Rey, you look lovelier every time I see you,” She says, making Rey grin even harder.
“Thank you. How is Naboo?” She asks.
“Well, I think it’s beautiful this time of year, but I think it’s beautiful there any time of year, really,” She laughs. “You’ll have to come visit me this winter. Maybe you can drag my wayward grandson along with you.” Padmé gestures her head to the corner, where Ben is standing.
When Rey sees him, leaning on the bookshelf, shoulders hunched like he’s trying to make himself smaller, she has the urge to run to him and shove her face into his broad chest. While Rey could never forget just how big Ben is, it’s still shocking every time she sees him.
“Rey doesn’t like the cold, Grandma.” God. His voice.
Rey wants to say that she would literally follow Ben to the ends of the galaxy if he asked her to follow, so going to his grandmothers estate wouldn’t be an imposition whatsoever. But that’s not conducive to the situation they’re in, so Rey goes for something a little more vague.
“I’d love to come and visit you, someday, hopefully,” Rey says, turning back to Padmé.
“Very soon, hopefully,” Rey doesn’t miss the glint in Padmé’s eyes, “Not many years left in these old bones.”
“Geez, Mom,” Luke says, walking to the living room from the kitchen, “Don’t talk like that. Hey, Rey, will you help me with the sink; it’s all leaky again.” Luke was a brilliant man, with many wonderful qualities, but his ability to break a house like it was a china plate was unprecedented.
“Of course, do you have a wrench-”
“She’s a guest here. She shouldn’t be put to work.” Bens’ voice is practically a growl and Rey can feel the displeasure radiating off of him. The rest of his family stays silent, all looking towards a glowering Ben. His glare is firmly set on Luke, and she thinks she might see literal fire coming out of his eyes.
“It’s really no problem, it’s an easy fix. Won’t take very long at all.” Rey tries to cut the tension, but Ben doesn’t seem eased by this. “It’s really no problem, Ben,” She says to him. Only then does he look at her, mouth still pressed in a thin line.
“Why don’t you go get her the wrench, Ben. I think Luke’s got one in the cellar. We can look together.” Senator Organa is not at all who Rey thinks is going to step up to the plate, but she does it anyways. Ben mumbles a few terse ‘fines’ before following his mother down the hallway.
Ben looks at Rey the whole way.
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“How do you know where a wrench is in Luke’s house?” Ben asks his mother as they go down the stairs.
“I don’t,” She calls back. Ben stops at the bottom step, giving his mother a confused look.
“Then why did you-”
“I figured you’d need a minute. I mean, I’m mated and all that but geez, Rey’s scent was strong. I’m honestly surprised you’re even able to stand upright with that walking around. The betas can probably smell her from-“”
“Mom, can we please… not do this right now?” Ben pleads, letting his face drop into his hands.
“That was a pretty big display of ‘alpha prowess’ you showed back there. I don’t think we can not do this and make it through the rest of the night.”
“You didn’t tell me what you’re doing here tonight. Maybe we should discuss that first.” Leia shrugs.
“Mom wanted to see you, and I know you all have trivia every other Wednesday, so I figured we’d drop by.”
“Uh-huh. And the catered meal that you managed to have delivered two whole hours before anyone showed up; that was easy to get on short notice?” They’re in a glaring match now, both too stubborn to back down.
“I work quickly, Ben. Clearly unlike you, who can’t even tell a girl how he feels after years. Do you honestly think this is healthy? For you? For your friendship? You can’t go all alpha on people every time they suggest your omega goes to a different room.”
“She’s not my omega.” Each word feels like ash coming from his mouth.
“And who’s fault is that? Luke and his leaky sink?” For such a short woman, Leia is able to show a disturbing amount of confidence and control, something Ben has yet to master. It makes the words even harder to hear sometimes, like right now. Ben winces before running a hand through his already disheveled hair.
“I’m working on it. It’s just… difficult.”
Leia softens at this, and seems to remember that she’s fighting her son and not another political enemy. She walks towards him, brushing the hair out of his eyes.
“I know it is, honey. But I promise you, you’ll feel better once you tell her how you feel, no matter the outcome.” Leia’s voice is soft and gentle, and Ben is reminded of being a teenager and his mother comforting him when he was too scared to ask a girl to prom.
“I don’t know that that’s true,” he chuckles humorlessly.
-
By the time Ben and Leia rejoin the group upstairs, Rey has already fixed the sink with her bare hands (because of course she’s stronger than any measly tool) and is currently stuffing her face with pigs in a blanket. Ben wishes that he didn't find the pastry puff crumbs already lining her shirt so stinking cute.
“I just don’t see how you can go from making a pie to making beanie weenies,” She says, mouth half full. When she realizes that Leia is in the room with her, she snaps her jaw just and brushes off the crumbs. “Do you want some?” Rey extends the plate towards them, even though Ben knows that she will be more than able to eat the whole thing herself.
“No, we’re good,” Ben says before Leia can speak and take one away from Rey. They lock eyes for a moment, and Ben gets caught up in the flecks of gold around her irises. It’s better that they’re around other people right now, because if they were alone Ben wouldn’t trust himself not to cross over to her and hold her face so he can get a better look at them.
Leia elbows his stomach and mutters ‘get a grip.’
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“What is Scotts?”
Buzzer.
“Poe.”
“What is Tudor?”
“Yes. Pick a category.”
“Ugh, 1990’s for 600.”
“A 1990-91 war in the Middle East was fought in Iraq and this oil-rich nation.”
“Iran?”
Luke gave a pointed stare at Rose.
“… What is Iran?”
Buzzer.
This had been much the same interaction for the last hour. Everyone participating, even Grandma Padmé. The questions were hard, which wasn’t wholly unusual for Luke, but it made Ben struggle that much more to actually pay attention. Ben easily dominated the board most trivia nights, but his heart wasn’t in it tonight.
No, tonight, Bens’ heart was in an entirely different place all together.
Said place was picking at her fingernails, not even bothering to pick up the handheld device. Rey was just behind him in winnings, but it seemed that even the second champion was struggling to keep up.
Ben knew that he wasn’t being inconspicuous like this; staring at Rey so hard that he’s surprised his eyes still worked. His whole body was inclined towards her, not the center podium everyone else was facing. Ben could swivel around, actually use he device handed out earlier and answer the damn question everyone seemed to be avoiding, but he just didn’t have it in him. Not when Rey was there, barely six feet away from him, smelling like that.
Like cinnamon rolls and clean linen and sunshine and sex and daisies and babies and home and-
Oh shit.
Heat. Ben realized. Rey was going into heat and she was sitting six feet away from him. In a house with many other people. People who would not appreciate a Sasquatch jumping across the living room couch to sweep Rey into his arms and take her to the guest room and fuck her very loudly for a whole week.
This whole charade got that much harder to endure.
Ben doesn’t realize he’s standing until he feels the gaze of everyone on him, looking confused as to his dramatic rise.
“I’m… going to the bathroom,” Ben announces to the group, before stalking off towards the kitchen. Ben made route to the furthers part of the townhouse, where Luke’s master bedroom was and very spacious master bath. Ben honestly didn’t care if he was waling into a room filled with creepy porcelain dolls, he just needed to get away for a minute and try not to think about Rey.
Rey.
Who he had scented exactly 76 hours ago.
Who he had jerked off to probably more times than that in the following days.
Who he was probably in love with.
Who he wanted to marry and mate and fill with his pups and build a house for and live happily ever after with.
Rey, who was going into heat.
Ben defiantly didn’t need to be thinking about that.
He stood at the vanity, knuckles white against the marble countertop as he stared at himself. If it weren’t for his distinguishable ears, that stuck out despite his best attempts at covering them with his hair, Ben wouldn’t have recognized himself.
His eyes were bloodshot. Skin flushed. Lips bitten so roughly the were swollen. In short, a mess.
A light tap on the door, brought him out of his self-deprecation as he dropped his head and sighed.
“Ben?” He hears Rey ask. Ben resist the urge to punch the mirror or the countertop, knowing that it could only end with him being more battered. When he didn’t respond, Rey spoke again. “Can I come in.”
No, he should say. No, get as far away from me as humanly possible because there is no way I can control myself around you without restraints of some sort.
After another minute of silence, Rey opens the door. Ben looks back up into the mirror, seeing Rey over his shoulder.
“Are you alright?” She asks, voice quiet. It breaks his heart a little to hear her so timid.
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.” Her voice is a little more sure this time. Ben quickly turns around to face Rey. It is a horrible time for him to be made acutely aware of just how small she is compared to him. But he is aware of it, all the same.
When Ben opens his mouth to speak, he’s met with a thick cloud of pheromones entering his body. It’s like getting body slammed by a sumo wrestler without knowing what the fuck is going on.
“You’re not fine. Please, tell me what’s going on, Ben.” The whine he emits when she says his name is involuntary and embarrassing, but Ben can’t think about that right now.
“You’re going into heat.” He says it through clenched teeth, eyes clamped shut.
“What?” She asks in disbelief. “I’m not going into heat. I’d know if I was going into heat.”
“Rey,” Her name feels heavy in his mouth, “You are going into heat. You don’t know how you smell.” Ben dares to open his eyes to look at her. Reys’ face goes from confusion to sadness and it makes Ben ache.
“Oh… I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how bad I smelled.”
Bens’ jaw drops.
“What?” She asks, seeing his expression.
“You think you smell bad?” Ben sees a flash of anger across her features.
“Well, I’m sorry for however awful I smell! I can’t tell, ya know. You could’ve been a little nicer about it, instead of running off because you couldn’t stand the smell of me!”
Ben is frozen in shock for a minute before Rey turns to leave, but snaps out of it when she reaches the door.
“Rey.” She stills, hand on the doorknob. “You don’t smell bad. You very much do not smell bad. Rey, I’ve never met anyone who smelled as amazing as you. It’s like.. like the most delicious smell I’ve ever encountered. Like warmth and love and babies and home and… I can’t handle it well. You smell so fucking good, Rey. Letting you go that day was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life, and if you asked me to do that again, I honestly think I would loose my mind. If I can smell you and be as close to you as I was then without being able to keep you next to me, I wouldn’t survive. You don’t smell bad, Rey. You smell like everything I’ve ever loved.”
Her back is still turned to Ben, but she’s made no movement. Ben wants to spin her around and force her to say something, just so he can know what she’s thinking, but that turns out to be unnecessary. When she finally does turn around, there are tears just staring to spill over the corners of her eyes and her lips are quivering.
“You think I smell like home?” Her voice is shaky with emotion, and Ben can’t hold back anymore. Not when he sees his omega like this.
Ben closes the distance between them, enveloping Rey with his body. One hand goes to cradle the back of her head while the other snakes its way around her waist. He tucks his head into her neck, making him squat down. He feels Rey’s knees give out, and he guides her down to the floor, gently, resting between his legs. Her hands are tightly wrapped around his torso, holding not him just as he holds onto her.
“Yes, Rey. So good, it hurts,” he whispers into her ear. She holds onto his chest, quietly crying against him. His hindbrain is going awol trying to figure out how best to comfort her while his realistic brain was trying to figure out how far she would be okay with him going. He figures kisses to her hair won’t be a stretch, so he peppers kisses along her hairline, holding her head between his hands.
They stay like that for god knows how long, until his butt aches from he hard tile on the floor. Not that he would dare tell Rey that. He’s sit his bony ass on concrete for days if it meant being next to her. When the sniffling subsides and Rey uses his shirt to dry her eyes, she looks up at him.
Ben wishes he could map the constellation of freckles across her nose with his tongue. He barely refrains from doing so.
“I’m sorry… I don’t know what’s wrong with me. My emotions are all over the place.”
“It’s the heat,” Ben reminds her.
“How do you know, though? I didn’t even know, and normally I’m pretty good about guessing that kind of thing.”
“Have you ever had a heat while not on suppressants?” He asks her. Her silence is all the answer he needs. “That’s probably why.”
Her head drops agains his chest, groaning against the fabric coated in her snot. Ben rubs his hands along her back, trying to soothe her. When his hand gets a little too high and gently brushes against the edge of her gland, a tremor runs through her body. They both still at that.
“Ben,” He feels her say against his chest. When she looks up at him, her eyes are glassy but determined. He wants to tell her he loves her. “Lets get out of here.”
Ben can only manage to nod.
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Pairing: Stucky x reader
Summary: All they needed was a little push or maybe just some eavesdropping.
Warning: SMUT, NSFW, Over age of 18.
Note: This is not within my Engaged universe. I have a totally different idea of how they met there.
The steam billowed out from underneath the door. Speakers blared folk music but over that if you had super hearing you could hear a faint buzzing and moaning. A brown eyebrow arched at the door, while the blonde blushed. Who was in the shower?
The moaning became a curse. One hand gripped the door, holding the handle and hearing the wood snap under the pressure of his weight. The blonde held the other’s bicep in a tight grasp. The curses became louder and they knew whoever was on the otherside of the door was close. It was a few more seconds before they heard a scream echo off the walls. Both blue eyes stared at each other, realizing who they had been listening to -- their secret crush.
She wrapped the towel around her body, which was still thrumming from her orgasm, still flushed with heat. She had thought she heard the door, when she had been pleasuring herself, but she had been in midthrows and had ignored it. If someone or two someones caught her masturbating in the communal gym showers, she wasn’t going to complain.
She should really. The door was closed and it was a private moment. But it was a common area and anyone could walk in. As she padded to the exit, she noticed the warped wood and the bent door handle. Maybe she did have eavesdroppers.
“What are we supposed to do?” Steve asked, as Bucky and him sat on their couch.
“What do you mean what are we supposed to do? We do nothing,” Bucky answered, glaring at his friend. Then murmured, scoffingly, “What are we supposed to do? We’re supposed to join her.”
“I heard that!” Steve glared.
Bucky rolled his eyes and moved off his couch towards the kitchen. “We both want her, so why not try?”
“Oh yes, she’s just going to agree right there in the shower, yes I want you both.”
Bucky filled a glass of water, leaning against the counter before answering. “You never know.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to me?”
“Language!” Bucky chastised. “It means, punk, that you haven’t been noticing her glances that go from me to you then back to me then back to you. The way she’s been licking her lips when we do pull-ups.”
“She’s been watchin’ us?”
“You really are no good with women.”
Her nose crinkled, as she looked at the goop plastered against her tac vest. Who knew aliens were so explodey. Not only that, but they smelled. Is this how Ripley felt in ALIEN? She sneered, before looking at the two super soldiers who where staring at her. She tried to relax under their gaze, but she couldn’t.
They had flanked her the whole mission. It had given her goosebumps and caused her focus to waver at every turn. Her clouded mind led to Bucky shooting an alien within 3 feet of her, splattering it across her. She hadn’t screamed, but she hadn’t been happy with the result either.
Her fingers went to the hooks of her tac vest, unclipping them and dropping the vest to floor. Her tank was barely stained. She sighed. Still it didn’t get rid of the smell. “I need a shower,” she admitted to herself, as she walked to the back of the plane. “And a massage. Maybe a vacation.”
The three of them made their way to the gym showers. Tony bluntly told they did indeed smell and forced them all to go shower. “Then burn the gear,” he ordered before going back to his lab.
Bucky and Steve hastily undressed and made their way into the showers. Y/n was a little more reluctant. She assumed it had been one of them who had listened in on her the other day and after the mission where they guarded her, she didn’t know what to think. Why had they suddenly been so willing to be by her side?
Before entering she had stuck her shower speaker to the wall and started spotify. If she was going to shower with the boys, then she was going to do it her way. Her way involved music and her favorite bathwash and hopefully not an eye full of them because if she did get an eye full, she didn’t know what she was going to do.
OK, that was a lie. She knew she’d quickly finish her shower and go upstairs to her vibrator and imagine both of them kissing her body and saying dirty things to her. Maybe thinking of one of them between her legs.
“Woman like a Man” came on and she tried not to sway her hips, as she soaped up, as she tried to ignore the hard bodies across from her. Then the lyric came on “You wanna get fucked inside out” and she tried not to look at them. It was really hard when they were so close.
She didn’t hear them move across the tiles, she was so focused on ignoring them that she didn’t notice them migrate towards her. A calloused finger softly traced her spine. She looked over her shoulder to see Bucky standing within inches of her. Steel blue eyes blown with desire. He was rigid, fighting with himself over personal boundaries. Another finger grazed her collarbone and she swallowed before turning back. Lighter blue eyes stared at her from there. She felt her skin light on fire and they had barely touched her.
She didn’t know what to do. She had only fantasized about having both of them. And now she did, now what?
She felt Bucky’s breath against her neck before his metal hand moved hair out of his way and lips met skin. She keened forward into Steve, his hands holding her waist. His blue eyes traced down her form, memorizing. She whimpered when Bucky sucked lightly where her shoulder and neck meet. “Was this what you were imagining last week?” he whispered before kissing another spot.
She nodded. “Words, sugar,” Steve commanded softly.
Her hands went to his biceps, as his fingers moved up her waist to her ribs, thumbs rubbing softly under her nipple. She bit her lip, eyes closing at the new touch. “Yes,” she moaned, arching again.
Bucky hummed against her skin, his thumbs rubbing down her spine before stopping at the top of her ass. The two men switched positions, steel blue eyes now in front of her. They stepped closer this time. Skin touching skin. They all moaned on contact. Bucky bent down to kiss her hungrily. “You’ve been a fantasy of both of ours, doll,” he confessed, as he got on his knees. Steve’s arm wrapped around her waist, holding her against him. His cock rubbing between her cheeks, which made her moan. She turned her head, offering her lips to Steve and he went in for his kiss. It was less demanding than Bucky’s but no less passionate.
She felt two fingers trace her lips and she tilted her hips. They teased her. She began begging against Steve’s lips. Seconds later the fingers plunged into her and she ripped her lips away from Steve and screamed. Her eyes going to the man in front of her, who was smirking. Her hips moved with his fingers, rubbing against Steve’s cock and he moaned behind her.
Bucky’s thumb rubbed against her clit as his fingers continued there ministrations. She felt the coil tighten in her belly. “Bucky,” she gasped, fingernails going into Steve’s forearm around her waist. “Please… fuck… please.”
Bucky kissed her hip, before curling his fingers against her g-spot. It took a couple more movements, before she was screaming again. Her legs shook from the orgasm. Steve’s lips trailed the other shoulder, his cock rock hard. Bucky moved from tile floor when her walls slowly stopped fluttering. Her eyes opened to see him, licking them clean and she moaned at the sight. Her lips crashed into his as she tasted herself on her tongue. She felt Steve caress her ass, gripping and bending her and pushing her to rub her chest against Bucky. She could feel Steve’s cock between her legs and then he was plunging inside of her. It pushed her harder against Bucky’s front, nipples gliding against his slick skin. Bucky’s hand was tight in her hair, His metal one pinched a nipple.
Steve moved shallowly, not thrusting hard or deep. It was driving her crazy and she gasped, “Harder.” It caused a deep thrust, pushing Steve to the hilt. Her hands grasped for Bucky’s shoulders. “That’s it sugar,” he whispered in her ear.
Steve kept thrusting, pushing and pulling her against Bucky. Bucky murmured praise of how god she looked taking Steve’s cock. She didn’t feel it coming, it was stimulation from both of them that caused her second orgasm. Her walls clenched around Steve and he moved a few more times before coming inside her. She felt him twitch several times, rocking slowly through his orgasm.
When he finally stepped back removing his cock, her eyes fluttered to Bucky’s eyes, which were still blown with lust. Her hand moved from his shoulder to his throbbing cock. He hissed at the contact. Her thumb swiped at the pre-cum and he shuddered. “You boys seemed to have your fun,” she whispered, knowing both would hear her. “Now it’s mine.”
She lowered to her knees. Her lips kissed Bucky’s hip, mimicking what he did earlier. Her left hand went behind her, moving up Steve’s thigh. Her tongue swirled Bucky’s tip, making it twitch against her lips before taking it in her mouth. Bucky moaned and she raked her nails against Steve’s other thigh. He gasped at the pain.
She moved her mouth up and down Bucky’s cock, as her hand grazed Steve’s thighs. She felt fingers card in her hair. Her eyes opened to see Bucky’s eyes closed, hands flat against the wall. She realized it was Steve’s hand. She hummed against Bucky’s member. Bucky cursed. She sucked harder, bobbing faster. Her hand fisting around Steve’s cock, moving up and down. “Fuck,” he cursed loudly.
“Oh god,” Bucky groaned. “Suga’ … oh Suga’.”
His accent thickened as he got closer to the end. Her free hands went to cup and tug Bucky’s balls.She sucked a little harder and squeezed his balls, pushing him across the invisible barrier. He came in her mouth, moaning wildly. She swallowed every drop he gave, letting him go when he stopped twitching. “Jesus,” he mumbled.
She pushed off the floor, her nails trailing up Steve’s abs and chest, as she kissed Bucky. It was a few minutes before switching partners, copying what she did with the other. Both men had hands on her body. After kissing them both, her eyes opened gazing back and forth between them. She smiled at them before saying, “You two are going to be a handful.”
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Coldflash Bingo Card One-shot - “Derailed” (Rated NC17)
Summary: Best friends Barry and Len made a pact their freshman year of high school that if they haven't had sex by their senior year, they'd have sex with one another. Barry is still a virgin, but Len has already had sex - lots of sex - so he tells Barry that he feels that makes their arrangement null and void.
It's an easy out because he doesn't want to admit just how much in love with Barry he is, and that having him once, then never again, would break his heart.
But Barry doesn't take it. (6392 words)
Notes: Written for the @coldflashweeks Bingo prompt high school au. When I originally wrote this, I was stuck deciding which fandom I would write it for. I ended up posting it for another fandom, but I have always regretted not posting this version for Coldflash. I really like how this turned out. So if you read my other works and this seems familiar, that's why.
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“Are you fucking serious?” Len scoffs. He adds a laugh for good measure, hoping his reaction will clear this situation up neat and quick. He’s not intentionally trying to hurt his best friend. It’s more of a fight or flight reflex. He knows Barry is self-conscious. Exploiting that is unforgivable, but what Barry is asking for is unwise in a hundred different ways.
Better to sting Barry once than to burn him permanently.
Barry knows what Len’s doing, but it still works. Not just because Barry has a low opinion of himself physically, but because it’s Len, his best friend (his only other real friend besides Iris, his sort-of-adopted-sister), oddly so seeing as Len used to bully the shit out of him all through middle school. But high school came along and they both discovered they had something in common, something besides track and field and a love of movies based off of comic books. Something that gave them membership to an exclusive club.
They’d both lost their moms at a young age, to a rather brutal and mysterious end.
And even though Len doesn’t have a reputation for being the sympathetic type, that struck a chord with him, especially since the only other member of their club that he knows or cares about is his own sister.
If it were someone else blowing Barry off, someone he admired as much as he admired Len, Barry would still be upset, but he could brush it off.
He can’t brush Len off. He’s tried.
When Barry came up to Len at lunch and blurted out his request, Len spit soda out his nose. Then he grabbed his things, made Barry get his, and they left campus – cut school right before the lunch bell rang and made a beeline for Len’s house. Barry had expected an outright no so he was excited by this turn of events. He thought for sure this meant Len would do it. More than that, that he was eager if they were playing hooky.
But Len has spent the whole walk home trying to talk him out of it.
Barry thought Len might have a few objections, but honestly, he didn’t think it would be this hard.
“I think … I kind of always knew that my first time would be with you anyway, so I might as well, you know, get it out of the way.”
Len can’t look at his best friend after that. “Gee. Thanks.”
“I … I’m sorry. That didn’t come out the right way.” Barry’s eyes fall from the books in his arms to his feet, following the progress of his red Converse sneakers as they travel across the ground with little conscious help from him.
“It’s alright. I think I know what you mean.”
“Len, you are my best friend … aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” Len says quietly. “Yeah, I am.”
“And we agreed freshman year that if we hadn’t had sex with anyone by the time we were seniors, we’d do it with each other.”
“But I’ve already had sex,” Len points out, trying to sound smug, but his voice cracks around the word sex because he’s not exactly proud of it. Once he found someone willing, he kind of became addicted – not just to the act and the pleasure, but the feeling of power that it gave him. He went from being Len Snart - juvenile delinquent and future inevitable career criminal, to Len Snart - sex god. And even though a lot of people might slut shame him, there’s nothing wrong with that, nothing negative he could see, nothing that hinted to his horrid upbringing or any influence from his reprobate father. It’s a reputation Len earned entirely on his own, one that people envied.
And he liked the way that felt.
He liked the way boys and girls in school look at him because of it. Even the ones who curl their lips and roll their eyes away – he lives for that reaction.
He liked the way the upperclassmen treat him like one of their own.
He liked the way it keeps kids off his and his sister’s back.
He’s been feared for being Lewis Snart’s kid before, but now, he’s respected.
He’ll take respect over fear any day.
But there came a time when he realized that he gave away something he didn’t know was important to him instead of saving it for someone special.
Someone special happens to be walking beside him right now, asking him to make good on a dangerous promise. “So doesn’t that make this arrangement null and void?”
“I … I didn’t think of it that way.” Barry’s voice becomes smaller with each word. “You’ve had more opportunities than me. More people want you. I didn’t have that. I still don’t.” Defeat and embarrassment combine in a sigh. “And it looks like you don’t want me either.” He hugs the books in his arms tighter, trying to disappear in the space between his calculus and physics texts.
“Barry. It’s not … it’s not that.”
“It’s all right. To be honest, I don’t know why I thought you’d agree anyway. That pact we made … it was stupid. I should have known better than to try and hold you to it.”
They stop in front of Len’s house. It’s the first one on their route, but Len usually walks Barry all the way home and then doubles back. They stand on the sidewalk, quiet for a few tense moments, before Barry nods, turns on his heel, and starts to walk away.
“It’s not that I don’t want you …” Len’s words stop Barry from taking another step. He reaches for Barry’s shoulder. His hand remains hovering in the air just above. A second later, he returns it to his side. Touching Barry has always been so easy, so natural – a hand on his shoulder, an arm inside his. But having this particular discussion, it seems condescending in a way, like how dads clap you on the shoulder like you’re bosom buddies right before they tell you you’re not old enough to do something. Or, in Len’s experience, that they just plain hate you, that you’re worthless, and they wish you weren’t born. “It’s that … you’re my best friend. When we made that pact, we were kids, not thinking about the consequences of our actions. It seemed like no big thing. But I know what sex between two people can do to a relationship. I don’t want to risk losing your friendship over this. It means too much to me.”
“It won’t ruin it.” Barry can’t imagine how in the world it could. Barry loves Len – like a brother and more. In fact, he can’t see this doing anything but bringing them closer.
Secretly, he’s hoping it will.
“I won’t let it. I promise.”
Barry looks back at him, brow pinched in the middle, eyes pleading for him to say yes. But all Len can think is this is a bad idea, but he can’t bring himself to say it. He doesn’t want Barry to think he’s rejecting him for any other reason than he doesn’t want to lose him. But if Barry’s promising, and Barry always keeps his promises …
“Alright,” Len says, the last remnants of common sense flying straight out of his mouth. “Your place or mine? My dad’s … away. He won’t be back for a couple of days, so we have the whole house to ourselves till Lisa gets home.”
“Yours, if you don’t mind,” Barry says biting his lip, virtually bubbling with excitement while Len’s stomach ties itself into fifty knots and migrates to his feet.
Len climbs the six short stairs to his house slowly. He can’t think of any way to stall without tipping Barry off, but he wants to give him time to back out. He begs Barry with significant glances and uncomfortable sighs to change his mind all the way until they reach the front door. Len fiddles with his keys, dropping them once (on actual accident), praying that Barry will get as far as his room and say, “You know what? I changed my mind. I’m not ready for this. Can we watch Winter Soldier instead?” And then that will be the end of that … for today, at least.
But Barry doesn’t.
He dutifully follows Len up to his room, hiding a grin behind his books, his blush unmistakable, skin glowing so hot Len can feel it radiate against his back. Once they get to Len’s room, Barry falters a step on his way to putting his books down, and Len breathes a sigh of relief. This is it, he thinks. The extent of Barry’s courage. He’s had the opportunity to mull things over, seeing as Len took close to fifteen minutes to lead Barry to his room when it normally takes five. But, it turns out, that’s not what’s tripping Barry up.
The real culprit is worse.
“Did you want me to undress myself?” Barry asks shyly. “Or … uh … would you like to … uh …?”
Len clears his throat. He’s pictured undressing Barry a dozen times, sure it would never happen. “I’ll … I’ll do it.”
Len paces his room. He has to keep moving. He picks up a trophy from his bookcase and moves it to his desk, then moves it back, switching it out for a picture of him and Barry at the lake. Barry is wearing a swimsuit in the picture – a pair of boxy board shorts. He’s also shirtless, which adds insult to injury, especially considering the amount of times Len has used that photograph as masturbation fuel. But not in a creepy way. It’s not all about Barry’s body when Len fantasizes about his best friend. It’s about the things they have in common, and all of the things they don’t. It’s about the jokes they share and the things they do together – the movies they watch, the music they listen to.
It’s about how comfortable they are around one another, even if their relationship didn’t start off that way.
“Did you have an idea how you wanted to do this?” Len asks when he can’t see a way out. He needs to stop thinking about this like a sentence at Iron Heights. He’s not a condemned man.
Not yet.
“What do you mean?”
“Like have you ever watched any movies?”
“Movies?” Barry’s eyebrows lift, the blankest expression overtaking his face. Len imagines Barry racking his brain trying to remember which Marvel movie shows the characters having sex.
“Porn,” Len says, stifling a laugh, not wanting Barry to feel any more humiliated than he’s already made him. Len has a few favorite go-tos on X-Tube. He could whip out his phone and show him, but the fact that he hasn’t offered before now pretty much cements the reasons he won’t.
In some bizarre way, he feels he’s preserving Barry’s innocence.
“A position you want to try?” Len clarifies. “Or a scenario?”
“I … uh … I haven’t given it that much thought. To be honest, I didn’t think I’d get this far.”
“Way to plan ahead, Bare.”
“Well, what would you do? I mean, if you actually wanted to do this with me?”
Len would laugh at that question if he didn’t think it would sound cruel, if Barry didn’t look so on his guard. The truth is Len has a fantasy. Multiple fantasies. Some of them so involved, there’s no way he could execute them now. So he decides to keep things simple. As far as Len knows, Barry has yet to even be kissed – not on the mouth, not the way boyfriends do.
Len feels the whole of his body shiver wanting to give him that.
It seems as good a place as any to start.
He takes a steadying breath. ‘Here goes nothing.’
“Let’s start with this.” Len puts a hand to Barry’s cheek and leans in. Barry jerks away.
“Wait … what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to kiss you, Barry,” Len says, still leaning in.
“Oh.”
“Don’t you want me to kiss you?” he asks, eyes bouncing between Barry’s lips and his eyes.
“I, uh … uh …” Barry stutters, and Len smiles. He can’t help it. His best friend is adorable when he’s flustered.
No. Len doesn’t want to see him as adorable. Barry is hot. He’s sexy. He’s handsome. He’s incredible, unique, one-of-a-kind.
Unfortunately, he’s all of those things with the innocent, wide eyes of a bichon frise.
In front of Barry’s eyes, his best friend changes – his voice becomes sultry, his eyes go dark, even the palm of his hand caressing his cheek feels hotter. Barry trembles. This is happening. This is actually happening. He can’t believe this is happening.
And it’s happening with Len.
“Yes. Please, kiss me.”
“All right.”
“Wait. Should I … should I count to three?”
“Do you want to?”
“Uh … yes?”
“Then go ahead. Whatever makes you comfortable.”
“Okay.” Barry nods, swallows hard. He’s excited, and though he looks mildly terrified as well, it makes Len excited. This feels like a dream, one he’s had too many times to count. Except it’s real. Barry is here, and considering what Lewis Snart has declared Len’s life will be like after high school, this may be the only time Len gets to have him. “One, two …”
Len doesn’t let Barry get to three. He wants to take him by surprise. He wants to make this unforgettable. If he could have his way, Barry would want him so badly after this one kiss that he’d have no choice but to be his from this day forward. Len knows it would be rough, but they’d find a way. They’d work around life and his dad and the future. In many ways, Barry wanting Len, Barry wanting a future with Len, could be the solution to a great many of Len’s problems.
But Len can’t do that. He can’t put that on Barry. His future happiness, his future stability, isn’t Barry’s responsibility.
Friends. That’s what Barry promised – they would remain friends.
Keeping his best friend is the most Len can hope for.
Len wraps his arms around Barry, sliding his hands up his back till one reaches the base of his head and cradles. Len holds him close, possessively, fitting their lips together as if they had all the time in the world. This is exactly how Barry dreamed of being kissed, how he dreamed of being held. He thought he’d have to search years, be more experienced, before he found someone who could fulfill his fantasy.
Little did he know that that someone was waiting for him behind Len’s bedroom door.
Had he known, would he have come to his best friend sooner?
They part reluctantly with a breath left between them. Barry seems stunned, unable to move as he comes to terms with the fact that he’s just been kissed – a real kiss, the first ever of his life. But something about that kiss gets under Len’s skin. It motivates him. He wants this. He’s always wanted this. He longs to feel Barry’s body against his, feel his heart beating against his chest as if it were his own. He doesn’t want power over Barry, not like he has with other lovers. Quite the opposite. He wants to give himself to Barry. He wants a first time with Barry. He wants to make this good for him, for the both of them. He knows he can.
He doesn’t want to rush, but he can’t wait to get started.
Len kicks off his shoes and pulls off his socks. He tosses off his jeans, followed by his shirt, his undershirt, and his briefs, and suddenly, as Barry watches, it becomes too real. There are things happening, things he’s seeing, that he never anticipated, that he wasn’t prepared for. The first, and probably the most jarring, is Len naked. Completely naked. And not naked like shower-in-the-locker-room naked, but aroused naked, which is a thousand percent different – Len’s heavy breathing, the dark look in his eyes, the rosy flush to his skin, the hair between his legs, and his cock, hard and bobbing, leaking at the tip. Leaking because of the prospect of having sex or because of him, Barry is reluctant to ask. But these are things that Barry never included in his fantasies because it never dawned on him to add them.
And he especially never thought he’d see them on Len.
“Are you okay?” Len asks, more worried than flattered by Barry’s drop-jawed expression and held breath.
“Wha---what?” Barry gives himself a mental shake. “Yeah. I’m great. P-perfect. Fine. Why?”
“You were so gung-ho when we got here, but now you seem stuck on stupid.”
Barry hates that term ‘stuck on stupid’, but it’s the disappointment in Len’s voice that brings him out of his stupor. Barry doesn’t know what changed Len’s mind, why he’s so eager, but he’s definitely not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“I … I just … I guess I didn’t realize …”
“Didn’t realize what?”
“I didn’t realize how …” Barry has to stop himself from looking Len over from head to toe for the eighth time. He doesn’t want to be rude, but Jesus Christ! “… how handsome you are.”
“You’re just saying that,” Len replies, taking himself by surprise. He has no doubts about his looks. He doesn’t spend hours preening in the mirror or anything, but he still prides himself on them. He’s had other boys and girls call him handsome and more. But hearing it from Barry, in the heat of this moment, makes it feel truer.
“I’m … I’m not.” Barry shudders as Len reaches out for him, toying with the hem of his shirt, creeping it up his stomach. “You … you are. And I …”
“You’re handsome, too, you know.” Len lines Barry’s lips with kisses as he slips the shirt over his head.
“Not like you,” Barry admits, lifting his chin as Len moves down his neck. “I’m not as … as athletic … or as …”
“Shhh. Don’t …” Len hushes him as he travels down his body. He’s used to Barry’s self-deprecating commentary, but he can’t listen to it now. Len has seen boys with gorgeous bodies before. But Barry’s is gorgeous in ways that Barry refuses to see. Len wants to show him that even if other kids at their school are ignorant enough to overlook the wondrous things about him, one person hasn’t.
One person hasn’t for years.
Barry happens to have Len’s favorite body type. He doesn’t spend hours in the gym like some guys, trying to turn into something he’s not. His lean muscles and flat stomach come from living – eating right, walking everywhere, and running track. But he’s soft in places, too, the way a boy his age should be. He’s not trying to grow up too quickly – today’s request notwithstanding.
But who is Len to judge? He was a sophomore when he had his v-card punched.
Barry held out till senior year.
Barry is tempted to peek down at Len as he makes his way south, peeling down his jeans and underwear as he goes, but he’s paralyzed. He’s not scared. Anxious, but not scared, not anymore. It’s easier for him to lose himself this way, separate himself from his apprehensions and simply focus on what his best friend is doing to him. He worries about how he smells or tastes. That’s another thing he’d never considered, but it’s a very real concern to him at the moment. He does have one thing going for him.
They didn’t have P.E. today.
But Len doesn’t go that route. He seems married to the task of getting Barry undressed. Once he pulls down Barry’s briefs, he takes a few moments to appreciate what Barry has – what no one but his doctor has seen. He kisses down Barry’s shaft, licks a few times around the head, but leaves it at that, and Barry is relieved. Unpleasant tastes and smells aside, considering how his cock responds to that touch, had Len taken him in his mouth, he’d probably shoot straight down Len’s throat in seconds.
Barry doesn’t want this to be over, not when it nearly took an act of Congress to get him here.
Len kisses a trail back up Barry’s body and finds his lips again. Len’s amazing mouth occupies Barry’s mind completely, tugging gently at his lips and constantly whispering his name – “Barry … oh, Barry …” Strong arms move him to the bed. He registers the sensation of floating until he lands on the mattress, Len’s comforter and pillows underneath him.
“How are we doing this?” Len asks, his husky voice in Barry’s ear the thing dreams are made of.
“Wha---what do you mean?”
“I mean - me in you, or you in me?”
“Uh … you in me? I don’t think I’m ready for the other way just yet.”
“Fair enough.”
Len normally doesn’t give his male lovers a choice. He’s not too fond of being entered, though he has been a couple of times. It’s nothing more than personal preference. But for Barry, he’d do it.
He’d do anything for Barry.
Len continues kissing Barry, pressing their bodies together, covering Barry’s body with his own so he can be full of him. He raises Barry’s arms above his head and pins them at the wrists, only letting go to reach somewhere out of sight and grab a condom and a bottle of lube. Barry is curious where he had those stashed since they seemed nearby and at the ready, but he doesn’t want to be the one to break their kiss and find out. Len eventually does, turning his face to the side and tearing open the condom packet with one hand and his teeth. Barry inhales quickly in anticipation, then scrunches his nose.
“What?” Len asks, kneeling to roll the condom down his length. Barry watches, a little less mystified but eyes still glued to the act.
“I just … I didn’t think condoms would smell like that.” Barry takes another sniff, the odor more pungent now that it’s unrolled, and makes a noise. “It’s sort of … gross.”
Len has a remark but he holds back. This is Barry’s first time, his first experience with anything sexual really. Len has used so many condoms, a lot about them has escaped his notice. Barry is a scientist at heart. Observation is kind of his thing, no matter what the situation. Len can’t shoot down everything Barry says.
He gives himself a second to think about it. He takes a breath in. His nose scrunches, too.
Barry is right. They do smell gross.
“Yeah, alright,” he concurs. “But they’re a necessary evil, so try to overlook it.”
Len goes back to kissing Barry, as Barry had hoped, but instead of holding his wrists above his head (which Barry kind of liked), he’s toying with the bottle of lube. Amidst Len’s intoxicating kisses, Barry’s heart starts to pound. It’s a turn on for Len, feeling Barry’s heart drum over his own, but for Barry, it’s more of a cry.
As much as Barry wants to have sex, this is the part he’s looking forward to the least.
There’s no amount of bracing in the world that’s going to prepare Barry for this.
Len anticipates resistance. It happens during most first times, even with boys who finger themselves in private. But Barry’s lower half literally turns to stone. Once Len gets past Barry’s pinched cheeks, he finds his entrance, the muscle squeezed so tight it feels like circling solid rock.
Len tries everything he can think of to get Barry to relax – kisses to his neck and shoulders, sucking on his nipples, even a few more licks around the head of his cock. But the more he tries to touch his rear, the more he massages and strokes, the tenser Barry becomes. Len sighs. All of this anxiety, all of this doubt, all of this mental negotiation and gambling, and he’s stuck right at the starting gate.
“Barry, you’re gonna have to relax.”
“I---I am relaxed,” Barry says, his voice jumping an octave.
“Do you think you could get more relaxed?”
“Like … how much more?”
“Well, at this rate, maybe you should be asleep for your first time.”
“Ha-ha. Very funny. Can’t you just … shove it in?”
“Yeah, if I wanted to bend my dick in half. Or tear something. I don’t want to hurt you, Barry!”
“I know, I know.” Barry grinds his teeth till his head starts to throb, on the brink of laughing and crying at the same time. He knew that his first time might be problematic and that it could hurt, but he didn’t know it would be this difficult. He didn’t know that his body would reject Len’s attempts at entering it. It’s never like this in the movies. He’s only seen a handful of NC17 rated rom-coms (forced on him by Iris), but they make it seem like, if you can get your clothes off, everything else just sort of falls into place. “It’s just … this is so weird.”
“Weird … because of me?”
“No!” Barry answers quickly. “No, not because of you! Not at all! It just … it doesn’t feel natural. Or particularly sanitary.”
“Look …” Len takes a breath, biding his time to think, which is impossible when his body, for one, is ready to go. He should call it quits, convince Barry that sex – at least, penetrative sex – isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. He could just blow Barry. Regardless of what the girls at Central City High like to tell one another, oral sex is still sex. It’s right there in the name. As far as Len is concerned, if he blew Barry, that would still count as him losing his virginity.
But he knows that’s not what Barry wants.
In the middle of Len struggling with this conundrum, Barry begins massaging his shoulders, drawing lines between the freckles on his skin with delicate strokes of his fingertips. It feels too good. Barry’s touch is so unpracticed but so familiar. Len doesn’t want it to end. But he has to turn Barry over, get him on his hands and knees if he has any chance of entering him. He’d given it a go with Barry lying on his back because Len thought that would be more intimate. He could kiss him on the lips, look into his eyes.
If Barry would agree to make out with him for the next hour or so while Len gave him a hand job, they could still do that. Maybe that would be a decent compromise?
Len watches Barry’s frustrated face morph into a hopeful expression. Barry deserves more than a compromise. He deserves this, if this is what he wants.
“Concentrate on relaxing,” he says, taking Barry by the shoulders and turning him over. Barry complies, flipping first on to his stomach, then rising to his hands and knees when Len pulls up on his hips.
“O---okay,” Barry mutters. “I’ll … I’ll just relax.”
“Good. Deep breaths.”
“Deep … breaths,” Barry repeats as Len begins to touch him, begins to kiss him, begins to run a slick finger around the entrance of his hole and try over and over to seduce him open. He sucks lightly at Barry’s neck. He finds a spot below Barry’s right ear that makes him melt and finally manages to slide his index finger inside. He crooks it, then slowly works it in and out, adding another without asking when he knows Barry is ready. Slowly, patiently, he unlocks places in Barry’s body that Barry didn’t know existed – places of pleasure so extreme they’re almost too embarrassing to enjoy.
There’s a pause, and an emptiness when Len removes his fingers, but that’s replaced by an overwhelming fullness when Len starts to enter him, inch by inch in and out, punctuated by the most sinful sounding moans in between.
“Oh God, Barry … oh God … you feel … so incredible …”
Barry tries to respond. He opens his mouth, compliment on his tongue. But as Len moves, snapping his hips in a smooth and steady rhythm, those words dissolve. What Len is doing to him feels sublime. Too sublime. And a lump, like coal, forms in his chest, burning in his heart.
Barry knows that his best friend isn’t a virgin. He didn’t ask for details, but he knew that Len had been having sex with other students from Central City High regularly up until a few months ago. It bothered Barry, but he didn’t dwell on it. Or he tried not to. It wasn’t a part of their relationship together. Len didn’t kiss and tell, so it was easy for Barry to pretend like Len’s sex life was as non-existent as his own.
They aren’t two virgins fumbling their way through this act together.
It isn’t until Len starts fucking him that Barry realizes exactly how experienced his best friend is.
“That’s it, baby,” Len says. “Just relax and let go. I’ll make you feel good. I promise.”
And Len does. He does things for Barry he’s never done for anyone. He kisses him gently, explores his body with his hands and his tongue, hugs him, holds him, never more than a few inches apart from him.
He doesn’t have sex with Barry. He makes love to Barry. And that’s a first for Len.
But Barry doesn’t know that. He doesn’t know that this time, for Len, is significant.
“God, Barry,” Len moans. “I’m going to cum, I swear …”
“M-me, too,” Barry mumbles, not convinced he is. He feels like it, heat building up inside him the way it has on the few occasions he’s masturbated, but he’s not quite there yet. He needs a little something more.
“Are you sure?” Len asks, winding an arm around Barry’s waist and reaching for his cock. The second his fingers wrap around and hold, Barry gasps. His eyes pop, his jaw drops, and everything comes into focus.
“Oh, God,” he squeaks, his mind dropping out of existence. He feels like he’s levitating, the only thing keeping him from lifting away into the atmosphere - Len’s arm around his waist.
Len starts to stroke. He must feel the waves rolling through Barry’s body because he speeds up. He braces himself with one arm against the wall and yet still manages to kiss Barry tenderly on the back of the neck. The fact that he can do it all at the same time leaves Barry in awe. But then he remembers – Len can do it because he’s had practice. Because he’s done this before.
Because Barry isn’t his first, and he probably won’t be his last.
And that thought nearly ruins Barry’s orgasm.
As it is, it’s stunted compared to what he thought it would be, but it’s still better than anything he’s ever experienced alone.
Because he’s with someone who knows what they’re doing.
Because he’s with Len.
Barry has always considered himself mature for his age – more mature than his best friend by far. But now, on his hands and knees beneath Len’s body, he feels more like a teenager than he has in a long time. As Barry cums in Len’s arms, his head dropping forward with Len’s forehead pressed against his neck, Barry can’t help but wonder – was Len’s first time like this? Why did he do it? Barry feels vulnerable right now, painfully so. Len isn’t the vulnerable type. Why would he make himself this vulnerable to someone? Why would you do this with someone unless you loved them, heart and soul?
Oh God! Did Len love the person he lost his virginity to? Barry doesn’t think so, but he can’t be sure. How does Barry not know for sure?
Shame washes through him as he realizes he doesn’t know for one reason and one reason alone.
He’s selfish. Len tried to talk to him about it after it happened but Barry kept changing the subject. The few times Len got a sentence through, Barry tuned him out. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to imagine his best friend in that position. Barry would sit and listen to Len talk for hours about everything else in his life from missing his mom to his father’s abuse to how much he worried about his sister … but not this. It was the only real boundary they had in their relationship.
And it was created because Barry is the worst friend ever.
So much for being the mature one.
Len wraps his arms around Barry’s chest and rests his head against his shoulder.
“Oh, God … oh, Barry …” he groans, sated.
Relaxed.
Satisfied.
And even though Barry came, he doesn’t feel any of those things.
Barry stops breathing. He starts hyperventilating. He covers his face with his hands.
What has he done?
He thought he could do this, thought he could remove himself from his deeper feelings about Len, or indulge in them safely, and get this over with, but he was wrong. He was naïve and wrong and now …
“Barry?” Len’s purrs against Barry’s neck stop. “Are you … are you okay?”
“No,” Barry mumbles through his fingers, nails digging into his hairline. How could he be so stupid?
“What’s wrong?”
Barry shakes his head. What is he supposed to say? How does he tell his best friend that this wasn’t about some dumb pact? That it wasn’t really even so much about losing his virginity? That he wanted to have sex with Len because he knew he couldn’t have him?
How does he look at Len after today? How does he bear the pain when Len finds a new conquest?
“I’m … no. I’m sorry, Len.”
“What is it? Are you hurt?” He looks Barry over, searching for any marks or bleeding, some sign of an injury.
“No, I’m not hurt,” Barry lies. “I … I was wrong. This … it wasn’t what I wanted.”
“Barry …” Len puts a hand on Barry’s shoulder, but Barry recoils.
“P-please. Please, I … I need a minute to myself. I need to ...” Without finishing, Barry slides off the bed, avoiding Len’s touch as he collects his clothes and puts them on – underwear, t-shirt, jeans - ticking them off in his head so he can keep his mind away from what happened.
“Barry?” Len pulls on a pair of navy sweatpants and a white t-shirt in less time than it takes Barry to reach the bedroom door. “Barry, don’t … please, don’t leave.”
“I’m sorry.” Barry grabs his books, worrying the soft corner of his math book with the tip of his index finger, his eyes locked on the door. He’s not itching to leave. Len’s room is as comforting to him as his own when Len’s dad isn’t around.
But he can’t stay.
“I can’t … I can’t be here right now.”
“So, that’s it?” Len steps back, crossing his arms in front of his chest, jaw locked, eyes suddenly rock hard. “You’re just going to leave? You got what you wanted, and now you’re out the door? You said this wouldn’t ruin our friendship, but that was just a lie, wasn’t it? A fucking lie! You’re just like everyone else, aren’t you, Barry? I should have fucking known! I should have known! I’m so stupid, I …” Len goes dumb, mouth hanging open, shaking his head. He tries to stay cold. He wants to be mean, but he can’t. He thought Barry was the only person in his life he couldn’t scare away, the only person his dad couldn’t take away. The only person who’d stick around no matter what. Boy, was he wrong. And maybe it would be better off for the both of them if Len told him to leave and never come back, but he can’t bring himself to do that. Because Barry isn’t just another lover. He’s the boy that Len loves. “Y-you … you can’t go! Y-you’re the best friend I have, Barry! Please, don’t leave! Not like this! I … I can’t lose you, Barry! I can’t …!”
Len chokes on the end of his sentence. Barry turns around and looks at his friend – desperate, frantic, heartbroken. Barry’s head tugs him towards the door in an effort to protect himself, but his heart is leading him back. Barry has always been the kind of person to follow his head before his heart, no matter how painful that’s been for him in the past, but not this time.
Not when something more important than both is on the line.
Barry wasn’t alone in this. He didn’t spend the past hour fucking himself. There was someone else, a reluctant participant whose feelings Barry hadn’t considered as much as he should have.
A boy who Barry loves, who made his first time magical.
A boy who Barry will have used inexcusably if he walks out the door.
Len may have started out the bully when the two of them met back in middle school, but it’s Barry who turned out to be the jerk.
He puts his books down.
“You’re right.” Barry sniffs. “You’re absolutely right, and I’m sorry.” He walks over to his friend and wraps his arms around his waist. “Please … hold me?”
Len’s arms move in slow motion, winding around Barry’s body, hurt feelings making him insecure. But as soon as he feels Barry’s warmth, he holds him tight, rocking him in his arms. It feels nice to hold Barry like this.
It feels damn near close to perfect.
Len wants this for as long as he can have it, but he doesn’t know how to make that happen, not when he narrowly stopped Barry from bolting out the door.
“What do we do now?” Barry asks.
“I don’t know, but please tell me you’ll stay so we can work this out?”
“I will.” Those words work their way into Len’s soul and he holds Barry tighter. “I promise.”
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Keep Close For Warmth
E-rated Clyde Logan x reader fic that I’ve been promising! Have some sweetness and smut.
You'd asked Clyde once, just playfully, what he'd do with a billion dollars. "Besides the obvious -- your family, stuff like that." You really were curious. He wasn't really the sort for sports cars or gold bars or Picasso paintings. His idea of fancy was the sit-down steakhouse, and maybe the kind of scotch only a bartender could really appreciate (though secretly, he was just as happy to drink lemonade). What would he pick?
He surprises you. "Central air conditioning."
"With a billion dollars?"
"Reckon I'd have some left over."
You can't help but laugh. "Just a little bit."
"The rest, I dunno, maybe I can pay some of those Japanese scientists to grow a new arm in a test tube. They can do that now. If you got the money."
"A billion's a lot," you agree.
"But it ain't much good if that one's sweatin' as much as the rest of me."
Summer in Appalachia starts early, end of April, practically, and is syrupy-hot. Even walking as far as the mailbox is like swimming in a pot of cooking oil that's been on the stove a good long while. By ten in the morning, the flowers are wilted, and by three in the afternoon the world is as hazy and bright as the ruins of a nuclear apocalypse. It's not until the sun begins to go down that any beauty emerges -- the pink streaks in the deep blue sky, the pretty owls with faces like dinner plates that roost up in the trees, the thick scatterings of fireflies (though Clyde calls them lightning bugs) just off the roadside. They had fireflies in Baltimore, but not like this.
It is air-conditioned in the bar, though, and that's where you stay for as long as possible. Clyde lets you charge your phone in the outlet that the jukebox is plugged into and plies you with Sprite, like he's a chaperone at a school dance. You go home with him regularly, but you both hate how hot it's become in the past few weeks. Sure, it sounds like it'd be sexy, a leadup-to-a-porno kind of situation, where both parties shed their clothes and get it on. Instead it is misery, and no amount of stripping down to skivvies makes it any better. Even at night, the heat is oppressive, and the fans can only do so much. It'd be like having sex in a sauna, exhausting to think about. You two fool around in your cars instead for now, where the bass of the radio and the movement of your bodies both have the cab shaking on its wheels.
You don't get much of a chance to visit the baking house as the summer progresses anyway, since he's in prison. You don't tell him this, but it sort of only adds to his appeal, that he has a record now, especially since nobody got hurt and there wasn't any malice. He seems surprised you'd bother to stick around, but how could you stay away?
When he's out, he calls you. He tells you again that he missed you, like he hasn't said this a million times before. You feel rather pleased by the prospect of being so missed, even though you missed him too, really badly. He doesn't want to talk much about what happened. He calls it the 'accident', even though the town gossip has made it sound like slamming into that storefront was pretty damn purposeful.
He sounds tired, but he wants to see you. Soon. Not right this moment, not that he says that bald-faced -- he's far too polite for that -- but the tone of his voice says it all. You feel a pang of pity for his weariness and assure him he can have all the time he likes. You two arrange a date to meet up again in a few days, a proper reunion. You want to give him space, time to see his family first. It seems only polite, let the man settle a little bit, but it seems hardly improper to masturbate in anticipation while you wait it out, thinking of being reunited. Steel bars do, in fact, make the heart grow fonder. It's fucked up, and you won't tell him so unless he steers the conversation in this direction himself, but you fantasize about riding him ragged in his cell, maybe having paid off a guard or something. Bad boy.
But when you do see him again for the first time, you are reminded of how goddamn sweet he is, how good it feels to hug him. He looks just the same, at least as much as you can see in the middle of his bear hug, he's had time to shower and properly groom. Look nice for you, that sort of thing. When you pull away, though, you realize one of the arms that is wrapped around you is one you haven't seen before. It's not the inflexible beige plastic one that reminds you of a doll arm, but something far, far more badass.
"God!" you exclaim, taking a closer look at it once you've finally managed to pull yourself away. "Where did you get that?"
"Made it in the prison woodshop," he teases.
"You're so full of shit."
He smiles, like you've told him something far cuter than what you actually said. Though he always says that everything that comes out of your mouth is cute. "Naw, I just decided I was tired of the other one. Got some savin’s, thought I'd hold onto it for a rainy day, but you know what they say. You can't take it with you." Perhaps being without the common comforts and conveniences of the life he loved so much for ninety whole days made him decide he could do a little better.
However, it is clear that when it comes to partners, he thinks there is no upgrading possible. He takes you into the house, letting you know that there is ice cream in the freezer, and beer and wine in the fridge. But you don't get three steps into the front hallway before you stop, delighted. "Air conditioning!"
"Thought it was about time for that, too," he responds, pulling you by the arm like a puppy straining at its leash.
"Thought that was only something for billionaires or whatever," you tease.
"I got the money together," he concedes. "I'm glad you like it."
"It's such a relief. Now we can think about something other than how hot it is..."
The end of August is normally hot and humid enough to make any man suffer out here, but not in Clyde's updated house. Now, it's almost too cold, though at this time of the year, there's really no such thing. You came over sort of hopeful that you two would get right down to business, but it's been such a joy just talking to him -- really talking, privately, freely talking, without any kind of timer, without anyone else waiting to use the phone. It chases any thoughts of pouncing on him from your head, at least for now, and by the time a natural lull forms in the conversation -- you're now so full of ice cream and white wine, too -- it's late, and he murmurs something about bed. Instead of opening every window and keeping all of your fingers crossed for the mercy of a breeze, you can pull a blanket over you and not want to cry, thanks to the AC. Just as well. The sky was dark with clouds when you had arrived, and you would both be liable to get soaked at some point in the night.
Around two in the morning, you renege on your thoughts about it not being possible to be too cold. You wake feeling like you've been thrown into an icy lake -- geez, how low did Clyde put the temperature? Careful not to disturb him, you sleep out of bed creep over to the new screen that's attached to the wall in the hallway, dial it back from its highest possible setting to one that's a little more reasonable -- at least for a house that's now properly cooled down. You swear you can see your breath...but it's its own reward to snuggle up to Clyde as you return to the tiny spot of warmth you've created and press your face into his broad back.
He's awake after all. "Chilly, hm?"
"Just a little," you whisper. "Did I disturb you?"
"Never did fall asleep."
"You didn't?"
"I was tired but not sleepy. If that makes any sense."
"No, definitely."
"Just wanted to lie down awhile. All quiet and cozy. Plus it was nice watchin' you. That's probably kind of odd."
"It's cute," you promise, and encouraged, he rolls over so your face is pressed to his chest instead. You can't help but laugh. "How do you stay so warm, Clyde? You had that air conditioner set to like, forty degrees."
"Did I?"
"Not literally, but you might as well have."
He gives the sort of smile that makes the liquid dark of his eyes sparkle in the darkness -- this is not the sweet, crooked smile that flashes out at you in many small sparkles like a jewel held up to the sun, but something a little more mischievous. A lot more mischievous. "Suppose I did it on purpose so you'd have to get all nice and close to me."
You give him the softest shove in the world, just something to make that smile deepen a little bit. "Did you really think that far ahead?"
"I like it when you're cuddly."
"You just couldn't wait a couple months for it to start snowing?" This, as if you'd rather be anywhere than cuddling with him.
"Now how am I supposed to think about snow when it ain't even September?" he wants to know, hauling you by the hips so you're sprawled on top of him. His intentions are clear, and you couldn't be gladder that you got up to turn down that AC. You hope he liked the way you looked when you were standing there in the dim shine of the distant porchlight, just in your underwear, you hope, with a flash of sudden wickedness, that this is just the sort of thing he was imagining he would get to come home to while he was, to put it euphemistically, away. He confirms your suspicions by squeezing your ass with the hand that he hasn't put away for the night. "How am I supposed to think about anything at all now that I got you back?"
Down to business. You can't help but gasp a little bit at that. How is he so good at getting you wound so tight when he says such sweet things? You suppose it has to do with how deftly his hand is moving down your thigh, not forceful but purposeful. He's never been the most aggressive one in bed, but you suspect tonight might be different. You wonder if you should tell him how many times you got yourself off while he was gone, but then you're grinding against him and your mind sputters and whirls as if you've been hit in the head with a baseball. Somehow you manage to get your shirt off -- an appetizer -- even though you're still seeing stars.
"You're worth the wait, honey," you whisper to him, and you feel his fingers prying gently at the waistband of your panties.
"Coulda said the same to you," Clyde answers. "Good to hear you didn't have any other little boyfriends in the meantime."
"Nobody else knows how to fuck me right," you assure him, and it is the magic set of words that unlock your reward, the intensity you've been desperate for for the last three months. The gentle tug turns to real, desperate action, and it's only a few seconds before he's got your panties down around your knees -- helped, of course, by the way you lift your hips so he can do it more easily. You reach down and toss them on the floor, then strip him of his boxers just as efficiently. It's like trying to ride the mechanical bull down at the club you've been to with Mellie a couple of times, because he wants to pull you into a kiss and let you undress him and line you up so he can get inside you as quickly as possible, and he's so goddamn strong, there's so much surface area to him, that all you can do is hang on.
"Jesus, beautiful, how'd I get so lucky?" he wants to know, and there is a rasp in his voice that lets you know he is entirely genuine. He slides into you without much trouble at all -- you're sopping, you have been since the moment he rolled onto his side so you could hear his heart beating fast when you buried your face in his chest. Want-want-want. All he wants is you. "Soon as you got here -- knew I had everything I needed." Your hands are tight on his shoulders now, he's already sweating, even in the chill, which you've both pretty much forgotten now. The heat of your blood is all you need, even naked in the cold room. High above, yet somehow sounding no higher than the ceiling, thunder rumbles.
"Tell me you missed me," he whispers as you ride him, trying to keep some precision to it but that's a losing game.
"Missed you so badly," you promise, and he soaks it in, his hand tight around your wrist, waiting for more. Now's the time to tip your hand. "You know that sex shop back in Baltimore I, mm! That I told you about? You know I got a good vibrator there, and I damn near gave myself carpal tunnel thinking about you, using it--" This proves to be another set of magic words as he lets the image fill his mind, there are now two of you, one behind his eyelids desperately getting yourself off all alone, and one riding on top of him, egging him on. "And you, tell me -- tell me you missed me, honey--"
His breath is coming out in little snarls at first, it's hard for him to get it all out, but he manages after a beat or two. "Pretty thing, at least you got to play with your fancy toys. I just got to dream, and you were in all of 'em. Couldn't wait to be inside you, couldn't wait to see your face once I had you comin' -- that thought, that's-- that's the best one. Those faces you pull, those could kill a man--"
He won't have long to wait to see what he's been waiting for, of course. You both double down on your efforts, satisfied that the other one has suffered deeply enough during this dry spell. The snarls have turned into loud sounds, each exhale practically a shout, and he likes it when your own sounds get higher, louder, less controlled. "Vibrators don't moan for you, do they?" he wants to know, half a tease, half a boast. "They don't let you know how good you're doin', and you're doin' so damn good--"
And of course he's doing so damn good himself, nobody seems to just know how to buck beneath you like he does -- he's always so eager to impress you, like it's your first night together and if he impresses you, you'll stay. But haven't you always stayed, through everything, even this long recent separation? He rewards you with love and listening, with ice cream and air conditioning, with an orgasm that about stops your heart, and you knew he would, once you got around to it. He loves you so dearly that you'd forgive him if he were shitty in bed but that's just it, he's not. Your fingers leave marks on his shoulders that you kiss better later as he hauls you up to your climax with all of the ease of him picking you up and sitting you on the kitchen counter.
Ever the gentleman, his own orgasm chases after, once he knows you're taken care of he lets himself be selfish and takes you, still not enough might to hurt you but with real abandon. He fills you -- Jesus, it was like he was made to measure, that's how good he feels inside. You don't really know what your face looks like when you come, you don't have a mirror handy or anything like that -- not like you'd have the presence of mind to check even if you did. But his, wow, it's so very worth watching, the way his soft lips twist back into an unhelpable cry, and the way his final pants pour out of his mouth and nose. It is the most intense and innocent kind of desperation, and it's spellbinding. By now, you've both been working so hard that the air conditioning once more becomes a necessity instead of a luxury. By now, the rain is tapping loud against the closed windows, but your breathing is still louder.
Vibrators also do not shake out the blankets, while you're in the bathroom or pull you close when you return, back to where it all started, your head to his chest. You dissolve into giggles -- "I can't breathe!" you say, mock-offended, but you only wiggle far enough away to get a noseful of cool air so you don't suffocate. His whole arm snakes its way around your shoulders, and he rests his chin against your forehead.
"You can breathe now, right?"
"I can breathe now, promise."
"Let's stay like this, hm?"
"I'd like that."
"Missed this a lot too. You layin' here with me, us just havin' idle conversation. Missed that a lot."
There is another soft rumble of thunder beneath the pattering of rain, and you're pleased to find that he hasn't bothered to put his boxers back on as you adjust your position beside him. "Just cuddling for warmth, you know."
"I'm quite fond of it."
He truly is sleepy now, but that's okay, because he is solid and close and real and back, he is returned to your arms and your bed and your day to day life. It is so very welcome to come back to the mundane, to worry about getting the temperature right and sleeping positions and other ultimately unimportant things. For the first time in awhile, you are sated, you have scratched that itch that you couldn't reach before, you can sleep easy.
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i feel like your the only person i can ask this question? but how the fuck am i supposed to, you know, pleasure myself. like i genuinely don’t even have a clue where to start 💀 //
ok, this is gonna be very nsfw obviously. i feel awkward typing this out, but i mean, hopefully it helps because i've only recently learned myself how to do it properly at my big age of 18 and i wish someone had told me the basic stuff like this because it took me ages to put all the info together. i'm guessing you're around my age or a bit younger? i second nat on the vibrator. that'll be the easiest way. but if you can't get one for whatever reason (living at home and don't want parents to find it, cost, etc), then hands are more than okay and will get the job done
so basically, what you need to do is, get yourself in an environment where you can relax and try to remove any distractions. try and do it at a time where you're not likely to be disturbed, and put your phone on do not disturb or silent or whatever if you get distracted by notifications.
then find something that gets you in the right mood. this could be anything. some people like written smut, some like watching porn, some like audio stuff, some just like watching hot videos of their celeb crush or whatever, some just use their imaginations and fantasize. personally i like audio stuff, and there's different kinds, it could just be them reading smut out loud basically, it could be them voice acting out a sexual situation, it could be guided masturbation, it could just be hot songs you like, etc. so just find something that gets you going
and it's easier if you're in either the least amount of clothes possible or in clothes that are loose and comfortable. also if it's your first time, it's likely that you won't ~get there~ so just focus on trying to enjoy the experience and don't expect to O, focus on getting to know your body and just enjoying it
so at first, you basically have to warm yourself up, so don't just go straight down there. it's about getting to know your body and figuring out where your sensitive zones are (different people have different sensitive zones, it's an individual thing, some people have really sensitive boobs for example while others feel nothing at all when their chest is touched).
so just lightly touch your whole body and caress and run your hands over your skin, trying to figure out where your sensitive zones are. for me, it's my entire neck (front and back), the sides of my boobs, my entire stomach but especially lower stomach, my sides, etc.
for other people, they might be really sensitive on their thighs or inner thighs (i'm not but lots of women are), calves even, some people have sensitive arms or the insides of their elbow, shoulders, collarbones, etc
so just figure that out, and keep it light brushing or light caressing and smoothing your hands over different areas to figure out which parts feel best when touched. some people prefer to use the backs of their hands/fingers instead of their fingertips or palms, so just try out different things. focus on touching areas that feel good in ways that feel good. you can try more pressure too, or even massaging or kneading areas of your body
and all this is done while you're watching/reading/listening/imagining whatever's getting you going
and then. i don't want to be too explicit from here on because i feel awkward because i don't know how old you are (i'm hoping similar to my age), but after you've focused on the rest of your body for a little while and you're feeling more in the right mindset. then you can sort of venture down there.
if you've never done anything before, you need to have a basic knowledge of which parts are which. so that's definitely something you'd have to google before you do all of this so you know what's going on down there. nothing complicated, just the basics. the most important thing is knowing where the clit is
i didn't want to outline actual techniques because i felt weird about it but i can't find an article to link instead, so.
so you just go lightly and slowly at first. just sort of try touching the whole area and figure out which parts feel best when touched. don't be weirded out or anything, it's your own body, you're allowed to touch your own body. i felt weird until i realized that it was MY body. a lot of women like starting at the bottom of that kinda inner area and slowly and lightly running their finger up, all the way to the top, and then back down, and repeating that again and again until they're wet
and then focus on the clit, and the most common finger motions people use are, sliding your finger up and down over it, or side to side, or in circular motions. some like tapping. up and down or in circular motions are the two most common
if it's your first time, i'd stick to external things only because internal (things like fingering) can be intimidating and a bit hard and daunting at first. external is easier and most women prefer external stimulation (especially focusing on the clit) anyway
and so just touch in a way that feels good and after you start off slow and light, gradually, you can increase speed and/or pressure, but not all at once. so don't just go from 0 to 100, gradually increasing is better
and then the "closer" you get, the more speed/pressure you can apply. also stick to the same motions, so once you find something that feels good, just keep repeating the same motion over and over again.
and there's a bit more to it but that's like the bare minimum basics and once you've got that down and you're comfortable, then you can find other information online on how to improve and new things you can try. this is basically all things i had to piece together from bits of info i found on the internet in different places. but good luck, hope this helps somewhat (as a foundation to begin with) and just remember that it's not gross or weird, it's healthy and normal, like 80% of women do it (i think that's roughly the correct statistic i saw), it's just that it's more of a taboo than male masturbation is because of misogyny in society
This is great advice from anon to anon!
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Thoughts on my sexuality
I think I might be a lesbian. The more I think about it, the more I realize I’m not sexually or romantically attracted to men. I don’t look at a man’s v-line or their abs or their jawline and think “Oh hot damn, I want him to fuck me!” I’ve never craved being with a man. Not like I am with women. I literally have days where I’ll fantasize all day about laying in bed with a girl or us sitting in the tub and how the water glistens off her breasts. How soft her skin would feel and what she would taste like. I can picture myself being with a woman how I’ve never pictured myself being with a man. This has confused me for the longest time because when I was younger, I had crushes on boys. But the more I think on it, I was always forcing myself to get crushes because other girls were. They would ask me which boy did I like and I’d never have an answer. I would literally randomly pick a boy out of my class and proclaim I have a crush on him.
Not to mention I didn’t understand sexuality until I was much older. I was taught homophobia and had to work really hard to actively unlearn all that. When my cousin came out, it forced me to confront this brand new world. I was a really passionate “straight ally” and learned everything I could about it. I told myself that when I was sitting in the dark movie theater with my best friend that the sexual fantasy I had about her was just the after effect of my cousin coming out. I remember being 15 and watching the band T.a.T.u and yuri amvs of final fantasy characters on youtube. I was telling myself that I was curious. And I was. I remember being excited and not understanding that excitement when in fifth grade I undressed in a room with my best friend, Amber. Or how I would see random older girls in the hallway in middle school and literally break my neck trying to look at them. I told myself that this was because they were pretty and I wanted to look like them or it was just their hair was so pretty.
I wasn’t crushing on them, I was admiring them. When I joined tumblr, it wasn’t until I graduated high school that I started realizing this was a romantic attraction. I would see pictures of girls or porn gifs from lesbian blogs and get a tingling in my abdomen that I had never experienced with a boy before. So I labeled myself as bi. But I thought that I couldn’t possibly be anything other than straight because I didn’t know when I was old enough to talk. My cousin knew really young that he was gay! Surely I would have been the same if I really was bi or gay. I convinced myself that I was only feeling this way towards women because my uncle had ruined all feelings I had towards men by slipping his hand under my clothes. And this is surely a part of why it took me so long to figure it out. I was so shy and hated myself and thought myself so beneath other people that I wouldn’t even look them in the eyes. I was gross and fat and unlovable. Men didn’t want me due to my body so I was worthless.
Of course I later realized how wrong this was and have now become more confident in myself. So I became comfortable calling myself bisexual. I only had two distinct experiences with men when I was young. One was having a huge crush on a guy from second grade all the way to middle school. The other was getting turned on by experimenting with a childhood boy friend who was my first kiss. But looking back on it, I wasn’t attracted to either of them. When my first kiss declared me his girlfriend even though I couldn’t tell people, I was more excited of the idea of a boyfriend. I was a late bloomer. I didn’t date all throughout my school days. Unless you call boys chatting me on the phone as “dating.” I don’t. I only seriously dated one boy who lived two hours away from me that I met at a friend’s birthday party. We grew close quickly due to common interests. He was bisexual and it was him I went to when I started questioning. Then we started dating because I was lonely post graduating and he was the only peer I had to talk to. I convinced myself I liked him even though when I masturbated in front of the cam for him, I felt nothing but emptiness and a sense of wrongness.
When he kissed me and slipped his tongue in my mouth--the first ‘french’ kiss of my life--all I could focus on was how gross his breath smelled and how wet and slimy his tongue felt in my mouth. I was literally thinking to myself, “This is it? This is what making out with a boy feels like?” I waited for it to be over and went to rinse my mouth out with mouthwash when he was in the bathroom. Then I tried again because surely I was doing it wrong. But I chickened out at the last second and let him kiss my neck instead. I didn’t--couldn’t--want his tongue in my mouth again. I looked up countless articles about why I wasn’t feeling attracted to him. He was nice! We had so much in common! Why didn’t I like him? I cried at night because I didn’t feel love towards him when he proclaimed he loved me. So I ended it. I chalked this up to being inexperienced and surely the right man would come along.
Three years passed and I was 100% certain of my attraction to women. I came out to my aunt, mom, dad, and step brother, as well as a few close friends as bisexual. Occasionally I would see attractive men on tv and think they were attractive. That counted as a crush, right? Right? Suddenly it wasn’t my budding feelings towards women confusing me, it was my feelings towards men. I had crushes on them before so I couldn’t possibly be gay! But the more I embraced my queerness, the more I craved being with a woman. I signed up on dating sites and wished that I lived in a bigger city and closer to gay bars. I craved a girlfriend. I listened to lesbian music playlists on Spotify and pictured myself dressed nicely and kissing and sleeping with women. I pictured their heads between my legs when I masturbated. I had never had these thoughts towards men. Not ever. I never lay awake at night and pictured kissing boys. I prided myself on not being boy crazy and a sensible teen. Well, now I understand why. The bisexual label is slowly starting to feel stifling. My mom still thinks I will eventually find a man. A good country man who will treat me right. But I don’t want that. When I picture going through the rest of my life without being with a woman, I feel depressed. When I think about never being with a man, I feel indifferent. I wouldn’t miss them. I don’t crave dick. I don’t look at ripped men gyrating and feel turned on. Instead I just cringe. When girls scream with lust, I literally can’t understand it.
Coming out to myself is the hardest part. Part of me is still convinced that I’m bi and lean more towards women. And if that was the case, that would be fine. Nothing wrong with being bisexual. But then I spent all night watching coming out stories on Youtube and heard the phrase “compulsive heterosexuality.” Basically it means that since straight is the default, girls grow up assuming they are supposed to be attracted to boys. I think that defines what I experienced. I am not straight. I’m beginning to understand that I’m not bisexual, either. I think I’m gay. I am a lesbian. It feels freeing to say, yet stifling at the same time. What if I find a man attractive one day? What if I fall in love with one? If I re come out as a lesbian, then everyone will think I was faking it if I get married to a man.
Typing it out, it sounds stupid. That is a lot of assumptions and what ifs. It’s not anyone’s place to define my sexuality for me. If I say I’m gay, then I’m gay. This will take time to fully accept. I’m still afraid of re coming out to my mom. I know she won’t care, but there still is something scary in closing out all possibilities of ending up with a man. I feel bad for this because bisexuals are always faced with people saying that they’re secretly gay and in the closet. By taking a label I no longer feel comfortable with, I am contributing to bisexual erasure and stifling my own homosexuality. Again this is still a journey I’m confronting. Trying to find out where you fit on the spectrum is both terrifying and thrilling. But I hope by writing out these thoughts I can find some sort of clarity. And I hope I can one day confidently say to everyone that, “I am a lesbian.”
#coming out#lgbt#lesbian#lesbianism#gay#queer#i hope sharing this can help other young girls who are confused#wlw#bisexual#personal
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You're just saying that to be like Matthias. You're not hypersexual.
Okay, first of all, it’s MATHIAS, secondly, I’m about to let you into ALL of my business. I’m about to get deep down into my life under the cut. I don’t know what my problem is and why I refuse to let shit go, but ya know what? Life is short. Why not tell off a few anons by putting my fucked up life on the internet? If hypersexuality and self-harm are triggering for you I advise you not read under the read more.
Okay, so to start I’m going to give you some symptoms of hypersexuality
Excessive masturbation – This is one of the most common early sex addiction signs.
Frequent viewing of pornography or use of sexually explicit websites or other online services – This may include videos, adult magazines, pornographic websites, “adult” chat rooms, paying to watch sexual activity via webcams, or using dating websites that connect people interested in sexual relationships and/or one night stands.
The inability to stop despite the consequences – As with all addictions, this is one of the primary sex addiction signs
So there’s that. But there’s also the stuff that falls under these symptoms that coincides with hypersexuality, i.e a lot of the things that were on the post I reblogged
constantly think and fantasize about sex
Have kinks that disgust or scare them
have sexual fantasies that disgust or scare them
have sexual intrusive thoughts and impulses that disgust or scare them
are scared to talk to anyone about their hypersexuality
Now it’s time to get all up in my business.
I started watching porn at the age of 10 a year after my grandmother who is my legal mother died. I haven’t stopped. Despite being caught and threatened with an ass beating by my stepmother I still haven’t stopped. I don’t like the feeling of being dependent on watching two complete strangers fake orgasms in front of a camera to relieve stress. I feel dirty, and I know I’ll get in trouble if I get caught, but at the same time, I don’t care. I started masturbating about six months after I started watching porn. I was 10 so I didn’t know the first thing about what I was doing, but I started noticing that if I did it for too long it would hurt. If I kept going after that point I’d be in pain for a few days. I developed depression at the age of 8 and suicidal thoughts at the age of 9. I had never self-harmed until I was almost 10 I didn’t want people suspecting anything with visible marks on my body, so what did I do? I masturbated until I was sore for three days straight. Now, let’s go back to present day. I hate myself. Anyone that knows me can vouch for that. My self-loathing get to the point where a lot of my intrusive thoughts are “fantasies” that consist of imaginary scenarios that involve me and a random person that I may find attractive forcing themselves on me and me feeling like I deserve it.
I’m a virgin. I’ve never had sex in my life, but for whatever reason, I have this disorder or whatever the fuck you want to call it that makes me want to watch porn to either relieve stress or for no reason at all CONSTANTLY. A disorder that makes my simple intrusive thoughts turn into violent sexual assault scenarios that were caused by something I did that probably wasn’t even a big deal in the first place, but for whatever reason, I deserved to be taken advantage of. That’s one of my worst nightmares… I don’t handle physical pain very well, I hate it, but I’m into knife play? I hate the feeling after I cut my own wrists. Why does the thought of someone inflicting that kind of pain on me turn me on? It’s fucking disgusting and I hate it. I want it to stop, but it doesn’t. I don’t know how to make it either. Some people think that thinking about sex all the time is fun. It’s really not. It get’s pretty boring after a while and it’s the most terrifying thing when those thoughts go south, become violent and abusive, and you’re the one in them, thinking that a simple mistake caused you to deserve having your innocence taken from you.
This is probably one of the most unorganized posts I’ve ever typed up….
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1-50 u whore
This is all very tmi so you've been warned1. Would you rather be blindfolded or blindfold me?I'd rather blindfold you.2. Would you rather orgasm while performing oral or during intercourse?Definitely during intercourse3. What was your high school sex fantasy?Lockerook blowjobs were a common thing I feel.4. What’s your favorite position?Head down ass up 5. Which part of your body do you consider the most sexy?Legs6. Do you like to swallow?Meh not rly 7. Who do you fantasize about when you’re alone?Some twink playing video games with me 8. Your last sexual encounter; good or bad and why?Good because I needed it and it was fun and very spontaneous 9. Where is one place you would never have sex?Grandparents10. Top or bottom?Vers. I too more but the idea of bottoming is hotter to me.11. Best sexual complement you ever got?I give great head and have a tight ass. 12. When was the first time you masturbated?When I was like 813. Have/would you ever have sex outside?Yuppp14. Who gave you your last kiss? Did it mean anything?Some dude and not rly. 15. Do you sleep in pajamas, underwear, or nothing at all?Mixture of all three 16. If you had a sexual “to-do” list, what would be on top of the list?A decent threesome. Also sex with more women. 17. Is a weird “sex face/orgasm face” a total deal breaker?Nahhhh18. Do you have a gag reflex?Yeahhh it sucks. 19. Is your sex life award-winning or a total flop?Award winning tbh20. Are piercings sexy?They can be but meh.21. Can/Have you ever squirted before?Uhhhhhh22. List your kinks.Spanking, bondage , power switch, cute underwear, roleplay 23. How did you discover you were kinky?Too much porn 24. What was your first kinky sexual experience? At Disney world haha i was tied up in a closet 25. Any unexpected ways kink has improved your life? If so, what are they?Uhhh not rly26. What do you think is important in keeping a BDSM relationship healthy?Trust and communication27. Something that never fails to make you horny:Butts28. Where is one place you would never have sex?Already answered29. The most awkward moment during a sexual experience was when:He sobbed quietly after he begged to bottom. I felt rly bad. 30. Whats the best way to sexually bind someone? (handcuffs, ropes, etc.)Ropeee to the bed31. Whats the fastest way to make you horny?Honestly just tell me you wanna do something.32. Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find:8 inch dildo33. Two things you like/dislike about oral sex:It's not intercourse and dick tastes bad34. How big is too big? 11 inches35. One sexual thing you would never do:Anything blood related 36. Three spots that drive me insane:Butt, thoughts and hair37. Do you like it when your sexual partner moans?Fuck yeahhhh38. Is it good sex even if you don’t cum?Ehhhhhh39. Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? Why/Why not?Hell yeah cause I'm bi40. If a child was born on the occasion of the last time you had sex, how old would that child be now?A month old? Lmao41. Do you like giving head? Why/why not?Nah because dick tastes weird, but I'll still do it42. Do you own any sex toys? If so, how long have you had them?Few years 43. Do you watch porn?Duhhhhh44. Have you had sex in your parents bed? (Would you?)Lmao I have smh45. How would you react if you found out your parents had sex on your bed?Idc lmao but they wouldn't46. Spanking: turn on or turn off?Turn on 😍47. What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate?Uhhhh idk, my pillow?48. Biggest sexual fantasy?Cute twink or girl being dominant or some sort of hazing fantasy 49. Kitchen counter, couch, or on top of the dryer?Couch is the comfiest50. Thoughts on period sex?It's a pass for me
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oh look, me again regarding things in fanfic that bug me --
/ This will be concerning menstruation and menstrual cycles/periods as it relates in general and it’s misconceptions found in descriptions of writing.
So.......sometimes I feel like the people who write fanfiction and scenes or areas regarding periods...don’t have periods??? Given that I know the number of female to male writers can be equal, I also know a ton more girls that happen to write and so it’s really confusing how misleading some may periods sound in fanfic when....they would, theoretically, have experience of periods themselves.
And it’s not the weird un-experienced “sex scene - esque” thing that I see a lot of in fanfiction either, because it’s a natural and obvious thing, my friend. Periods are a thing and so if you don’t like the talk about it you can turn back now but honestly this shouldn’t be “disgusting” in any way what I’m about to unleash on you because it’s just natural so get over it, really. ( unless you have a fear of blood, that’s different ).
What I’m talking about is writers who dramatize or don’t realistically portray periods and menstrual cycles. Whether it’s the “bright red blood” or, you know, like blood everywhere ( like....on the wall kind of everywhere because then it sound like more like a homicide case instead ) or just the general points people can miss so I’ll just start in no particular order of how to properly go about writing about periods and people on their periods :
01. Please, for the love of the stars, don’t always go describe the blood as bright red. I see this so many times that I wonder if some of these people really don’t have periods or understand how they work ?? Let’s make this easy: menstrual blood comes in all variety of colors from that light crimson ( especially during a lighter cycle ) all the way to a dark brown that, yeah, sounds like it’s from the wrong place, but it’s not.
Actually, the darker your blood is, the more likely it’s “leftover” as I call it, meaning it’s the blood left over from last month’s lining and never got disposed of out of your lady bits and because it’s been so long, the color darkens and only gets disposed of when your new cycle starts. Usually, I start with darker blood because of that exact reason -- it’s one of the first things to come out along with all that fresh blood that, yes, may look a little brighter.
But the rest of the point is: not everyone has bright red blood on their menstrual cycle. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever talked to anyone who did, besides in small, sparse amounts..!
02. Do NOT cover up shitty actions with PMS reasoning. Do not validate someone shitting all over a person just because “they are on their period”. I hear this one so often, of how women are portrayed as literal devils while on their periods because of “PMS”. Yeah, okay, I get pretty annoyed more so when I’m on my period, but that’s due to three main reasons: (1) Hormones are the secret behind “PMS” as everyone dubs it. Estrogen and Progesterone levels in your body may heighten or serious decrease, causing imbalance, which affects your Serotonin, which is a neurotransmitter responsible for your mood balance, pain perception, and the sleep-wake cycle your body is used to. (2) I put in a trusty tampon but came back realizing my cycle is too heavy and I bled through. Maybe I was out and about. Maybe I was wearing nice underwear. Maybe I put the tampon in wrong or I should have brought a pad to put with it.
Whatever the case is, every woman deals with her period a different way, personality-wise included. The myth about grumpy women who get super cheery is just waay too cliche for one thing, and it’s just ea fact that some women perceive their periods in different ways: I know girls that perk up during their cycle and we hang out and laugh and shit. I know women that may bite you if you try and grab her pizza slice, but who wouldn’t normally?? Fact is that variety is a thing with so called “PMS” and while it’s a handy term, it’s also become very desensitized to just mean that cliche stereotype of a she-devil or dragon lady who’s simultaneously bleeding out.
I’ll add on another common stereotypical misconception ( or, a least, how it’s treated to seem like ) with eating habits of a girl fighting through her cycle. Yeah, we get hungry. We eat, probably a lot more than normal, and yeah we probably eat a lot more greasy or starchy food than normal. And yeah...we fucking eat chocolate man, because it’s delicious and we deserve it. However, we do this for a reason and -- like everything else there -- it varies between each person. When we are on our periods, we are continuously losing blood ( on average 40 milliliters a day for approximately 5 days give or take ). Generally, we try and make up for everything lost during that time by drinking lots of water, but also eating more -- also as a side-effect of our Serotonin as well as the initial phase before bleeding in which our body is thinning we may have a child ( in which case it makes us think we should be eating for two ). So yeah, food is good. On another note, caffeine can actually heighten your irritability and pain during a menstrual cycle and it’s usually advised to avoid it for that time, unless you’re like me and can’t live without that first sip of morning coffee so just be wary.
03. Believe or not, those who don’t have periods, it smells. Vaginas have an odor and let me tell you that odor just come to life with that discharge. Again, everyone differs, but smells that can come from below deck are caused by bacteria mostly and the fact that you’ve been retaining moisture down there all this time by wearing underwear ( on a side note, it’s actually very good to go without the knickers every so often, even just to bed! Air that sucker out, she needs it ). Take into mind you’re losing blood and mucus and tissue that’s literally shedding from your uterus. Vaginas also can smell on a regular basis because that’s how the cookie crumbles, folks. Same thing, minus the blood and gore.
It’s only different or “bad” if it’s because of an infection like yeast or your pH levels are off ( like using douches / body washes up in there. Trust me -- DON’T ). Otherwise, it’s normal!
04. Cramping and pain is normal, yes, but please remember the other sides of your cycle from fevers, headaches ( the worst ), migraines, heartburn, aching muscles, dizziness, vomiting / nausea, and the list goes on ! Period pain is not just defined by those cramps that we feel all the way from right above our uterus all the up into our belly because there is so much more. Not only that, but people experience cramping differently -- some don’t even notice it at all!
Take into mind that lots of people ( like me ) commonly take medications like Midol or Pamprin to suppress or relieve these symptoms along with others. Some take it religiously as soon as they see the blood coming, but there’s also light-takers who only take a dosage when the feel it.
Me, personally -- I’ll use a hot pad if it feels really bad and drink lots of cranberry juice to make sure I’m still peeing well and I may find that laying in that strange position that took me 30 minutes to find is also helpful. Point is, you can surely relieve that pain with medication and most smart girls do if they know they need it, so it really just doesn't make much sense to constantly write about your girl writhing on the floor in pain every month now does it?
05. Okay, now we’re really gonna get personal so fair warning of possible/slight NSFW below.
....For my girls out there who get really heated during their period, I feel you. Honestly, I think this is one of my personal main indicators of my oncoming cycle since I’ll notice that “ hey, I’ve been fantasizing about Bucky Barnes way more than I normally do ”. Yeah, given I love Bucky Barnes, I think of myself somewhat humble for not thinking about what else that metal arm could be put to good use for every single night, okay?
I guess this segment will also just be informative for those of you unfamiliar with sex during your period or masturbation during a cycle, so be prepared if you’re wondering. For this, my main concern with fanfic writers is that they write how blood get everywhere, and I mean like on the ceiling kind of everywhere or like soaks through to the mattress and I’ll sit here so confused. So let Abby here inform you all about the basic 101 of the menstrual nsfw news.
First thing’s first is that it really does not get everywhere. I’ll be brutally honest in saying that when I do the deed, the aftermath and cleanup is not as bad as you think. Maybe just a quick rinse off or brush off, quick dab of a cool cloth with water on it -- you’re good. ( obviously do take care of your toys though, please: I just mean this in general ). And if you really are worried about the mess you might make, like I was the very first time, lay out a towel !! ( other option is the shower, just don’t slip friends ).
Second thing: will it hurt? In my experience, it shouldn’t?? I hope it doesn’t and if you do feel pain, just stop. For me, personally, it tends to relieve a lot of my pain while, ultimately, satisfying my crave so I’m happy.
Lastly, the oral implied in a lot of fanfic can be...excessive? And while this isn’t bad, it can also leave about a big chunk of the previous information and description from the color, smell, texture, even taste! ( for some reason there’s the popular cliche of the person raising their head after giving them head and they just see like the blood dripping down their chin and I’m like ??? not very realistic guys tbh ). Since we’ve covered the first two already we’ll jump into texture and taste: remember that the discharge during a cycle isn’t just blood. It’s a mixture of loose blood, bits of tissue from the lining that was shed, and your cervical mucus ( which mostly determines the texture as a whole ). Cervical mucus can change and differ but is mostly known for these main descriptions: tacky/sticky, creamy, milky, watery, etc. It’s mostly a matter of how dense it is whether it’s like a thick cream, a lotion, or water. Take into mind how the person giving oral will perceive this along with taste! Those little balls of flesh from your uterus lining the wall? Yeah, they’ll get some of that, and it will look black and that may be freaky but it’s honest.
Despite the common mistake that period discharge tastes like the blood that comes from your arm or mouth, it does not. It will not have a super metallic-y taste and, overall, may not be pleasant ( also given how old it could be ). That doesn’t mean it can’t be good, to a degree, but don’t expect Dracula to be lusting after you.
I think that’s all I can currently think of, please add on if you can any more side-notes or comments, questions, etc. For you fanfic writers, please TAKE NOTE OF THIS. And to my girls out there, you keep rocking it, gorgeous.
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and we’re back with round two! like it says on the tin, this is a complete list of what I’ve written between the beginning of April and the end of June!
some statistics:
total number of fics: 67
total number of fandoms: 12
total word count: 75,925
most common pairing: Malia/Kira and Betty/Veronica are both tied with four fics a piece!
and now, for the fics!
American Gods
a conversation long overdue. Audrey/Laura. 1615 words. Rated T. ao3.
“You know, it didn’t have to be Robbie. It could have been you, just as easily, if you’d been the one to pick up the phone. If you’d been the one to come over and deal with the fucking cat.”
energetic praise you wanted. Bilquis/Media. 250 words. Rated M. ao3.
"Oh, honey," she says, words ghosting over Bilquis' swollen flesh. "I'm afraid that isn't going to work on me."
rage looks good on you. Audrey/Laura. 250 words. Rated T. ao3.
"You are the most selfish bitch in the entire universe."
Borderlands
a high degree of caution. Lilith/Mad Moxxi. 250 words. Rated T. ao3.
"You know, this is definitely on the list of things most people don't screw around with."
Crossover
Intermission. Allison Argent (Teen Wolf) / Jo Harvelle (Supernatural). 250 words. Rated T. ao3.
"You know, I could have taken that vamp on my own."
Gotham
a little healthy competition. Barbara/Tabitha. 250 words. Rated T. ao3.
"I bet that I can make you come before they finish their set."
Hannibal
Decoy. Alana/Margot. 250 words. Rated T. ao3.
For the time being, using Will as a decoy is the best option available to them.
once, twice, three times. Beverly/Molly. 250 words. Rated T. ao3.
Beverly has never been much of a believer in the concept of soulmates.
Jane Got A Gun (2016)
weak spot (everybody has one). John Bishop/Vic Owen. 1248 words. Rated M. ao3.
“If you cannot hold your tongue, I will cut it out of your head.”
Logan (2017)
change of plans. Donald Pierce/Logan. 3655 words. Rated T. ao3.
When Logan refuses to give Pierce the girl, Pierce decides to tell him a secret.
how to fall through the cracks. Donald Pierce/Logan. 3245 words. Rated M. ao3.
Pierce and Logan have met before, in an El Paso bar in the early hours of the morning. Logan just doesn't remember.
threat assessment. Donald Pierce/Logan. 5268 words. Rated M. ao3.
Pierce and Logan have met before, in an El Paso bar in the early hours of the morning. Logan just doesn't remember.
Pierce, on the other hand, remembers everything.
Power Rangers (2017)
comfort above all else. Kimberly/Trini. 250 words. Rated G. ao3.
"Are any of those clothes yours?"
no sign of movement. Kimberly/Trini. 250 words. Rated G. ao3.
"Trini," she says for the eighth time, "we're going to be late if you don't move."
the thing that lives in the dark. Rita Repulsa/Trini. 250 words. Rated T. ao3.
All small towns have their own sets of tales, their own legends passed down through generations. Angel Grove is no different.
Wrong Number. Kimberly/Trini. 250 words. Rated G. ao3.
A little miscommunication with the boys means that Trini and Kim have half an hour to themselves.
Preacher
Sacrilegious. Emily/Tulip. 250 words. Rated G. ao3.
Emily is fairly certain that what she's doing counts as an act of sacrilege.
Riverdale
an unspoken promise. Betty/Veronica. Rated G. ao3.
Veronica has been given enough jewelry in her life to recognize a necklace box when she sees it.
Betrothal. Cheryl/Polly. 250 words. Rated T. ao3.
The footsteps stop on her left, and when she glances left through the netting of her veil, she's met with a glimpse of vivid red hair. It belongs to a Blossom, there's no doubt about that, but it's the wrong Blossom.
do you do more than dance? Betty/Cheryl. 250 words. Rated T. ao3.
Cheryl Blossom is dancing on a table in a fire-red bralette and pleated skirt, and she won't stop staring at Betty.
feels like the first time. Alice/FP. 3380 words. Rated E. ao3.
On a hot summer night by the shores of Sweetwater River, after senior year comes to an end, Alice and FP find a moment of bliss.
find a home for your love (home isn’t always a place). Alice/FP/Fred. 5407 words. Rated E. ao3.
Sometimes, a threesome isn't just a threesome. Sometimes, it's a plea for something more
hit me (where you want it). Betty/Cheryl. 250 words. Rated E. ao3.
Cheryl doesn't know where the cane originally came from, but she does know that Betty knows how to use it.
Hitch. Betty/Cheryl/Veronica. 250 words. Rated T. ao3.
"Let Veronica eat you out."
how to keep a secret. Alice/Hermione. 250 words. Rated T. ao3.
Hal has no idea that she's been intermittently fantasizing about Hermione Lodge since high school.
just keep your eyes on me. Betty/Veronica. 250 words. Rated G. ao3.
It's not that Betty is afraid of heights. Really. She's not.
one day (i’ll kiss it all away). Betty/Veronica. 250 words. Rated T. ao3.
Veronica is thirteen when she starts feeling her soulmate's pain.
peel it all back. Alice/Hermione. 250 words. Rated G. ao3.
At initial glance, Alice Cooper's entire life is the definition of neat.
running interference. Alice/Hermione. 250 words. Rated G. ao3.
The supply closet of the White Wyrm is not made for make-out sessions.
somewhere in her smile. Hermione/Mary. 250 words. Rated G. ao3.
"We could be like them," she says, lowering her gaze to where Mary's fingers are clasped in her lap. "Like FP and Fred. If you wanted to."
stages of healing. FP/Fred. 1509 words. Rated T. ao3.
FP’s hands have been scarred for as long as Fred can remember.
vow of silence. Betty/Veronica. 250 words. Rated E. ao3.
"We have to be quiet."
Supernatural
savor the present. Anna/Jo. 250 words. Rated G. ao3.
The last time Jo saw her, Anna was 19. The time before that, she was 32. Next time, she might be 70 or 4. There's no way to predict.
Stress Relief. Meg 2.0/Ruby 1.0. 250 words. Rated G. ao3.
"Get yourself a new meatsuit?"
swallow it down. Meg 2.0/Ruby 1.0. 250 words. Rated T. ao3.
"Sex pollen? Are you kidding me?"
Vacation Plans. Castiel/Dean. 965 words. Rated M. ao3.
Written for the prompt “cas/dean - cas walks in on dean jerking off OR vice versa :D."
Teen Wolf
a day in the sun. Peter/Stiles. 494 words. Rated G. ao3 & tumblr.
Peter can think of about a dozen different places that he'd rather be off the top of his head, but it was Stiles' turn to pick where they went for their weekly Saturday date, and as much as Peter likes upsetting traditions, there are some things that he simply can't be bothered to go against.
all the amenities of home. Allison/Kira/Lydia. 1879 words. Rated E. ao3 & tumblr.
Established polyamory, sex tapes, masturbation and facesitting.
any way you want it (that’s the way you need it). Malia/Kira. 2429 words. Rated E. ao3 & tumblr.
Malia wants to know how to make Kira feel good. The obvious solution is to watch her masturbate.
Begin Transmission. Derek/Stiles & Isaac/Scott. Completed WIP. 26 chapters, 11 added since first quarter. 55,178 words total, 19,346 added since last quarter. Rated E. ao3.
After the events with the alpha pack and the darach, Stiles is thrust into his new role as the emissary for Scott’s pack. It’s a demanding position, one that requires years and years of study.
bite down, bite down (into me). Allison/Stiles. 1036 words. Rated E. ao3 & tumblr.
Allison Argent is the furthest thing from a werewolf, but you wouldn’t know that from how eagerly she sinks her teeth into Stiles’ flesh.
Cold Comfort. Laura/Lydia. 250 words. Rated G. ao3.
The scream tears Lydia out of sleep, rips her out of a dream that she immediately forgets.
Comfort Food. Malia/Kira. 414 words. Rated G. ao3 & tumblr.
Malia is standing in front of her locker, one hand crumpled into a fist at her side, the other clutching a sheet of paper that's nearly torn in half. There's a deep dent in the door of the locker, so deep that Kira is surprised the metal didn't completely break. Malia's breathing is loud and uneven, and Kira approaches her slowly, not wanting to surprise her.
Contentment. Braeden/Kira. 544 words. Rated G. ao3 & tumblr.
Braeden's never been particularly fond of sharing her things with others, but for almost five years, Kira has been the exception, particularly when it comes to clothes.
Exchange. Braeden/Laura. 500 words. Rated G. ao3.
Breaking into Hale Industries is a cakewalk.
Firelight. Kira/Lydia. 250 words. Rated G. ao3.
The slur in Kira's voice is soft but distinct, and Lydia glances down at her tipsy girlfriend, who is stretched out with her head in Lydia's lap.
hiding in plain sight. Erica/Kali. 500 words. Rated T. ao3.
"Should have left town when you had the chance, Kali."
it comes seeping in (when you close your eyes). Allison/Nogitsune. 1328 words. ao3.
The other girl’s eyes, her eyes, are very black, impossibly black, and when Allison stares at them, she has the distinct feeling that the ground underneath her feet is tilting, that she’s about to fall into a deep hole that she’ll never be able to claw her way out of.
just the two of us. Boyd/Erica. 2431 words. Rated G. ao3 & tumblr.
The one where Erica gets a cold at college, Boyd comes to take care of her, and love confessions happen.
make some noise. Laura/Stiles. 527 words. Rated E. ao3 & tumblr.
The real reason she'd opted out of the trip was because of Stiles, because she wanted to be loud in her own bedroom for once.
Nightcall. Parrish/Stiles. 1680 words. Rated T. ao3 & tumblr.
Jordan can count on one hand the number of times he’s worked a quiet night shift since moving to Beacon Hills.
(Or, the one where on-duty phone sex is almost a thing, but a collapsing shelf gets in the way.)
nothing but sun and sand. Malia/Kira. 1210 words. Rated G. ao3 & tumblr.
On the first day of their week-long vacation, Kira and Malia share a moment of quiet down by the ocean.
only oceans can separate us. Cora/Lydia. 250 words. Rated G. ao3.
"You should get to bed soon, babe."
put the past behind you. Lydia/Malia. 250 words. Rated G. ao3 & tumblr.
"I know this is weird for both of us, and I know you don't wanna talk about it. Do you wanna get drunk and make out in the bathroom instead?"
rate your pain. Allison/Stiles. 438 words. Rated T. ao3 & tumblr.
"On a scale of one to ten, how much do you think this is going to hurt?"
ripped to shreds. Laura/Stiles. 386 words. Rated T. ao3 & tumblr.
And, also like her, he wants to rip off Kate Argent's head.
sands of time. Noshiko/Marie-Jeanne & Allison/Kira. 250 words. Rated G. ao3.
In the 900 years of her life, Noshiko has had relationships with more people than she can count.
seasons change (but people don’t). Malia/Kira. 2340 words. Rated G. ao3 & tumblr.
The one where Malia hates airports but is willing to brave the chaos so that she can finally meet Kira in person.
sway. Allison/Malia. 250 words. Rated G. ao3 & tumblr.
Malia is never drinking again.
sync up the cuts (to the bass drum kick). Laura/Stiles. 581 words. Rated G. ao3 & tumblr.
Watching Laura perform is like watching a tornado decimate a town.
Territorial. Laura/Kali. 250 words. Rated T. ao3.
“I thought I told you to get out of my territory.”
the best girlfriend ever. Allison/Stiles. 636 words. Rated G. ao3 & tumblr.
“I really hope this doesn’t look as ridiculous as it feels.”
Tighten Up. Allison/Erica. 250 words. Rated T. ao3.
"How much time do we have until the game is over?"
Total Control. Allison/Scott/Stiles. 312 words. Rated T. ao3 & tumblr.
Allison takes his left wrist, while Stiles' thicker fingers take his right, and as they start winding the scarves (or at least that's what they feel like) around his wrists and the headboard, it becomes clear just how flimsy the fabric is, how easy it would be to tear through it.
The Walking Dead
a loud awakening. Daryl/Jesus. 453 words. Rated G. ao3 & tumblr.
His fingers skim over a sun-warmed hip, and he cracks open one eye just long to see Jesus looking down at him with an amused smile on his face, hair loose around his shoulders, bare-chested with a mug of coffee in his hand.
a steady decline. Andrea/Michonne. 250 words. Rated G. ao3.
Andrea is getting sicker.
getting caught (ain’t always a bad thing). Daryl/Jesus. 918 words. Rated M. ao3 & tumblr.
When Jesus wakes up to an empty apartment on his day off, he decides to use his time in the shower for other purposes.
Proximity. Beth/Carol. 250 words. Rated T. ao3.
While the days are growing longer and warmer, the interior of the prison is still cold, especially at night.
#mine#mine: masterlist#twfemslashwritersnet#twfemslashcreatorsnet#when compared to last month i wrote more fics but word count was less#we shall see how the third quarter goes!
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