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kittyy...do u by chance have a link to that wolf link comicđł
sigggggh no i do not SUPER UNFORTCH I KNKW. i do actually have that page of it that was going around kinda recently so let's see if there are oerhaps. any clues within ....
uhhhh nope looks like a pretty clean scan if im being honest. i could 100% be making this up but i think that post said this was from like. the official twilight princess manga (again, if there is one and im not making that uo) which makes sense the style is very clean. official looking even. and twilight princess the game is pretty Like That already with midna and wolf link. okay so now is the point where i will check and see if there is one and if i can get a link to it if there is one and it is the one in question.
okay. i just . i never fucking miss. this page is chapter 10 pages 12-13 of the OFFICIAL legend of Zelda twilight princess comic. i don't think tumblr would be very happy about the link i have to it (link lol) so girls are welcome to say pretty please for it in dms if u... wanna take a look for yourself. đł
#kittys mewsings :3#went from not having the link to source confirmed with a link in record time#didn't read it fully while skimming but the wolf link and midna part looks uh. um.#it's translated a bit different too#'sit pup' is 'sit u damned mutt' in the one i found. good boy is good dog.#subtle but it kinda makes midna feel more like herself#but that's just one little cats opinion
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This holiday season, I am BEGGING you guys to be aware of and kind to the guests at your house who are afraid of /uncomfortable around / allergic to animals.
#if you don't grow up with animals. having an animal in the space you're in (especially a poorly trained one that WILL jump on you when you#sit down) is a very uncomfortable experience and I'm tired of acting like I'm okay with it#my cousins actually brought their new puppy to thanksgiving and we had to explain to them that we can't have their dog out of his cage#because my mom's allergic to dog hair and can't have dog hair all over the not puppyproofed home she lives in#as the acting eldest daughter i've grown more accustomed to animals in defense of my siblings#since I'm more okay with dogs i have to hold the leash when my aunt brings her dog on a bus tour unannounced and i have to stand between a#four foot dog that is jumping and barking at us and my siblings#one night when we stopped on my way to college i didn't even sleep much because i had to make sure the cats that were in the room my littl#e brother and i were sleeping in didn't climb on him in the middle of the night#like this may seem like a 'oh just deal with it!' but you CANNOT 'just deal with' it. that's not how fear works.#i have more thoughts on this matter but i will keep them to myself unless asked#kazzy has opinions (rare)#kazzy rants in the tags#but i will also add that i very distinctly remember my three year old brother crying and shaking with fear as my grandpa and my uncle forced#him to pet a dog and wouldn't let go of him or let him down until he had pet the dog and it still makes me cry to this day
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So that #Syrin the Dread Blade tag, thats a new one. Seems like a interesting character, a sentient sword, how did Tyler happen upon them? What does the sword look like, and does it have any special magical abilities? How do they like the other members of the party? Do they actually speak or do they have a telepathic voice?
Technically it's just a tagging misconception; I haven't tagged Syrin reliably before because his nature as a sword does mean he's kind of attached to Taylor. But he is his own dude!
A short primer: magic items in this setting tend towards a level of awareness. Magic is essentially what souls are made of, ergo, if you stuff enough magic in anything, it starts to have a soul, and behaves accordingly. Entities as fully developed and chatty as Syrin are rare; far more common is that magic items tend to feel just a little bit haunted, inclined towards some things and away from others. It's a bit creepy if you're not used to it; enchantments are commonplace and widely accessible, so that 'not being used to it' is more a statement on if the individual is used to handling a particular thing.
Syrin himself is the ostensible opus of the previous Lord of Darkness, a Dark Sword that was meant to contest and cancel out the legendary sword of light wielded by the hero. Ostensibly, because for unknown reasons Syrin was left in storage the eve of the fateful battle. Being groomed exclusively for this purpose by someone he regarded as a father and then abandoned for ten years definitely wasn't traumatic or terrifying for someone with the cognitive level of a child, we promise. Especially since Syrin needs to eat.
Syrin's construction, and what leads Taylor to point out he's a bit like a 'needle', is a crystal-bladed thrusting sword with a hollow core. Despite its delicate looks, the blade is actually both quite sharp and highly durable; the thin tube at the center being essentially his mouth, by which he is supposed to drink blood. His victims', if he can get it, or, failing that, magically drawn from his host. As a result his blade itself ranges from grayish translucence to dark red if he's gorged to fullness.
From there, he has the power to generate and shape a kind of magical flesh, allowing him to weave more elaborate forms around his core body, the sword.
As you can guess, this gives Syrin a somewhat unpleasant and brutish first impression on people, as he has no verbal filters, was raised by a would-be conqueror of the world, and is dependent on blood and thus interested in more fights than not. I've described him before as like a preteen on xbox live who talks up a nasty game mostly out of loneliness and a need to be liked, where you can tell the kid themselves is not as bad as the people who taught them all those words and that they were "funny".
Deep down (and not all that deep, like I said, no filters), Syrin is a vulnerable child who was groomed to do violence and got no experience with it until strangers came to loot the dangerous ruins he was held in, at which point he did what you'd expect a strong but sheltered child to do faced with a home intruder, and killed/devoured that individual in a panic. His first kill being no glorious conflict or victory approved by his father, but essentially a desperate scramble in the dark with himself on the edge of fatal starvation messed him up even more than ten years of silence.
Enter Taylor and party, who happen to pass through those same environments. Syrin makes an attempt to body-snatch Taylor that fails due to the latter's particular properties, and Taylor, being both a good-hearted person and a stubborn busybody, feels obligated to bring this chatterbox with them and attempt to bully him into developing some sense of tact while Syrin attempts to Corrupt His New Wielder To Violence.
This doesn't work because Syrin has no real ideas how to go about corrupting someone besides loudly telling them to stab things more, while Taylor is an apprentice surgeon and mortician who is a lot more desensitized to bodies and their workings such that if they have a weapon, they'll at least consider it as a solution to most problems. So the punchline is that Syrin is more often thrown/flabbergasted by Taylor than vice versa, while the latter just sees him as a sort of annoying kid who's easily talked into almost anything as long as you compliment him first.
#rpg tomfoolery#syrin the dread blade#long post#as far as the mechanics of him speaking#it IS out loud / verbal; he doesn't really have a mouth unless he makes one so it kind of resonates out of him#Diana is leery of Syrin due to having firsthand experience with his 'father' while Syrin never met her before and is confused about it#Kard's not a fan; Syrin thinks he's a wuss#Andromeda's interested in his construction for scholarly reasons but doesn't care for his personality. she's good at buttering him up#Nan calls him a 'toothpick with opinions' but otherwise just sort of ignores him#Beau thinks he's shiny and interesting and Syrin loves being looked up to so sometimes you get Baby's Day Out: Cursed Sword Edition#and the rest of the party has to find out what The Kids got up to#Kit takes a while to process how and in what way this chattery cub got into a Poker (???) but once she decides he's an animal#she starts trying to Feed Him affectionately in the way a social big cat does#eat your carrion little poker I hunted it just for you. num num. grow big and strong
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Happy Birthday to my favourite anime protagonist!
Doing my part in keeping the Bleach fandom alive
(Though is it just me or is there no new Bleach fanfiction being written?)
#bleach fanart#bleach#bleach fanfic machine broke#probably just a cat#i stand by the opinion that fullbring bankai was the coolest one#symbolism and stuff aside#sometimes a guy craves a spiky black katana#the stars look a little off sadly
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currently living for it being kind of obvious whenever blamore is annoyed and/or angry with someone because his tail will just... flick out to the side aggressively, or swipe from side-to-side while it's hanging kind of low like a cat's whenever they're getting angry
#IT WAS PROBABLY NOTHING BUT IT FELT LIKE THE WORLD: musings.#MAN IS BOUND TO LIE ABOUT HIMSELF: headcanons.#JSJSJ yeahhh y'all already know i'm going to be making the most out of that post i made about how blamore's tail moves like a cats LOL#idk why but it's just sort of amusing to me okok đ and it just fits? really well in my humble opinion?? bc whenever you look past-#all of the atrocities the plant-hybrid really is like a mischievous little creature except... well one who holds a lot of pain within them-#but we don't need to talk about that pshhh (actually yes i'm probably going to talk about that more sometime in the future but-#yeah SKSKS y'all know what i mean)
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To me personally malistaire is the funniest and most pathetic villain wizard101 has ever had AND I MEAN THAT SINCERELY!!! Between doomed children who have been manipulated, groomed, and isolated into becoming products of their environments, someone scorned who has been punished unfairly by having your biological heart torn out your chest and turning your children and all of reality against you to satiate their own ego, a nonhuman entity so powerful and so clueless they unintentionally threaten the lives of everyone around them, Malistaire FELL DOWN BRO. Like yeah you're bitchless now. You and me both. Get in line. Everyone in this room is bitchless. We are ALL living that â¨đ
đžđđş Single Lifeâ˘. You are a middle-aged man. Cope
#this post is lighthearted btw JELAJWODJTU i aint actually mad#but like...... malistaire as a villain is kinda mid though im sorry. IM SORRY ill take the L opinion if i have to#its one thing if he lost his wife to unfair systematic negligence or thru someone else's doings or smth but. no she just got sick bro đ#HWMSNFLEKSDIDOA EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE I WILL GIVW A BAD OPINION AND THIS IS ONE OF THEM. i cant be right ALL the time /j#like if i dont focus on malistaire's motives and just his ACTIONS he seems super metal#but then he does ALLLLL of that heinous shit because his wife died. like thats absolutely very sad but damn get a grip#(fandom starts breaking in my windows and drags me out into the street) IM SORRY IM SORRY LOOK ITS JUST NOT MY CUP OF TEA#ive never been invested in those Mr. Freeze types of villains where a person they love dies due to normal circumstances-#and they go fucking BERSERK. they LOSE IT. they go like âwell okay fuck the entire world i guess nothing mattersâ and then kill people#LIKE IF IT'S DONE IN A CERTAIN WAY I CAN BE INVESTED but more often than not to me? its just kind of funny#like âokay damn there was only ONE person keeping you from being a national criminal? okayâ#and you know what? thats a mood actually. thats a mood#without my cat i probanly would have become the president by now#for some reason its a little diff for me if its like a child you lost and idk why#like if malistaire lost a kid instead of his wife id probably be more inclined to feel bad and thats terribly fucked up JSLSJSJSJ#you know what its also bias because in some shape or form i relate to all the other villains. morganthe and duncan especially#whereas in malitsaire's case i have never been married. which i mean doesnt stop me from tryna be more synpathetic i guess but im just not#ONCE AGAIN FEEL VERY BAD FOR HIM AND SULVIA. like losing someone to sickness or any reason really is a serious thing#but in terms of a fictional setting with fictional characters where one of them decides to commit genocide over it? đ§ like okay boo u do u#i will gladly give up my mantle for the âmost reasonable opinionsâ guy in the fandom foe this one. i deserve it#wizard101#w101#wiz101#text posts#malistaire drake
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been telling my siblings 'you would NOT make it in vulcan academy' when they do smth goofy recently and nobody's been able to refute lol
#just me hi#listen here you little idiot... [<- fond]#anyway i've been doing this for months and it brings me much joy hbfhsvh#to me it's just an academy. with vulcans. and they are NOT getting enrolled loll#//so speaking of siblings i've been off and about with my dad more often#which is cool but that means spending a lot more time away from my siblings and ouhhrhrhrhrhrhrhhghhhhhhhhh#[tears in eyes]#my buddies :( Where Are My Buddies :( lmaoo#staring out car windows yearnily bc i want my brother's opinion + dumb joke combo on some random thought i had but he's miles AWAYYYYYYYYYY#i'm home rn but like. Man hfbhsfbvh#//oh man but here was one time one of them used the academy thing on me and i could only sputter. touche motherfunker lolllll#//anyway i am exploding all of them with my mind [<- endearing]#my youngest siblings do art (because they saw me doing it [funkin dies and explodes and cries and stares at a wall forever] lol <3) and#they're ! ! ! ! ? ? ? ?#leo does humanoids + has a more geometric style atm and it's really cool!! he keeps asking me to help him draw hands but he asks me at like#1 a.m. when my brain isn't working practically anymore so it's just me going 'yea and the thumb bone connects to the hip bone. +~Somehow~+#[mystery chimes]' and then he goes off on some sort of random thought and we are derailed forever hgbbfhsh#and ruff is so good at drawing animals it's insane. like have you seen this kid's cats they are Sick ! ! ! i genuinely did a double-take#when i saw her stuff a couple months ago loll#/and then my older siblings are v into video games#which is cool bc if i am ever bored they have like 5000 things that i can suffer on while we all laugh hfbhsfhv#i think i'm still helping test one of apollo's games that he's working on -#he's learning code and all kinds of cool stuff - also he's insanely good at blender like Woauhghsgh. wizard shizz hbfhsvb#+ reed helps him w/ that bc i believe he's the architecture guy lol :) - also it turns out reed n i share a lot of opinions on media and#stuff so that's awesome :D he didn't know what whump was but he liked all the points of it so i tried explaining that to him the best i#could hbshfv o7#+ chess has been trying to convince me to give him + leo a ~mystery~ story to play and i finally caved lmjfhsjf#he's real good at the clues it's going well :3 i am scared for my life HFBVhsfvh#also trying to convince him to play kartrider w/ me again cuz i have leo on it now and we need a 3rd okay-to-decent player in our soon-to-b#posse Loll :33 //i ran out of tag space... ouhhh..... okay then.. ciao ciao toodles :D
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#i finished binging the she-ra show#and it was fine? this is what people are so angry about?#i think catra's redemption was well setup and made sense#and while i still like the catra adora romance i wish there was like... more of it#here are some gripes i have tho#1) glimmer's decision at the end of s4 feels like it has no consequences#like for starters i'm annoyed that the issue ended being incredibly black or white and it zapped out the nuance of the respective decisions#but she's like alright i was completely wrong and after bow forgives her it's like... ok surely more people would have Opinions about this?#but no they don't. missed opportunity#but the problem in shows like these (idk if it's different outside western animation) is that there's no budget to deal with--#--cities and kingdoms having people. which makes them feel like shells that have little substance beyond being a narrative device#and yes everything in a show/piece of media IS a narrative device but you know. you gotta hide that. that's the beauty of media#but like... there's a universe where glimmer's subjects saw the consequences of her actions and rose against her. that woulda been fun!#2) adora's conflict in the finale of ohhh i have to Fulfill my Destiny(TM) comes so out of nowhere. esp when she had been against the--#--whole destiny angle for the previous four seasons. suddenly she's burdened with it and it's clear that it's a way to isolate adora#but it's SO sloppily done and there's no buildup to it#and 3) woulda like if they did more with the first ones. there's a lot of potential there and maybe a more natural way of isolate adora#like have her have this crisis of 'there's no one here who can fully understand me' and i thought that was what they'd do with the--#--cat creature they introduce in S5? but just ends up being catra's magic animal sidekick#idk there was a lot there to investigate. bow's dad could've been a good resource to make that happen too#uhhh that's it mostly?#at the end of the day this kind of western animated shows feel so pandering to kids. very formulaic and simple#tho i do respect that the show followed through the worst outcome in almost every occasion#(that's why catra compells me.... talk about a character who makes the worst decision at every point. she's just like me fr fr)#but yeah it was cute#i also like how bisexual the show felt at all times (except the ending where they were like ok monogamy is the goal but eh)#cute show. fun characters. easy 7/10#catradora good#not great but eh#no show can give me compelling couples to obsess over (except for skam espaĂąa i guess)
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feeling things about morgana. need to talk about him or ill die
#if im being so real i think a lot of people dislike morgana because they literally just dont think about his age đ#he literally cant be older than 3 during the events of p5 and while i dont think he has the mindset of a literal toddler#theres a reason why he acts noticeably less mature than the other thieves at times!! hes just a kid!! just a little baby man#hes also the only thief that doesnt join the party to change the heart of someone specific#he joins the thieves as part of a DEAL in which he gives the thieves info about the metaverse#and in return they help him get to the depths of mementos#as opposed to the other thieves who have all suffered injustices at the hands of one of the palace rulers#morgana doesnt have any reason to fight besides his ethics and the hope that he might have the chance to be human#on top of the fact that he feels inherently useless and lesser because hes a cat he also feels like he doesnt belong!!#he feels like he doesnt belong with the thieves!! a group of outcasts with no one else that he feels he doesnt have a place in!!#sigh#sorry he has so so so much potential and genuinely couldve been one of the best characters in the game had his arc been executed well#AND ANOTHER THING ACTUALLY#contrary to popular opinion i actually think the start of the okumura arc shouldve been longer to give adequate spotlight to mona AND haru#because theyre integral to eachothers character arcs and no one sees that for some reason!!#morgana gets someone who relies on him for metaverse knowledge again giving him feelings of usefulness that hes lacked#since makoto and futaba took his roles as advisor and navigator for the thieves!!#people think his outburst during okumura arc was solely due to his and ryujis bickerings#when its not!! he consistently feels undervalued by all the thieves!!#even akira doesnt notice anything is wrong with him until hes already run away#respect if youve read this far but the tags on this post are already long enough lmao đ#um. sorry hes everything to me#persona
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my sister's friend called my (small-framed, nine pound) cat fat as a joke over the weekend and i'm still legitimately so mad about it
#like I TAKE CARE OF HER I MAKE SURE SHE'S EATING THE RIGHT AMOUNT AND GETTING EXERCISE#EVEN THOUGH MY APARTMENT IS SMALL AND I'M HAVING A HARD TIME TAKING CARE OF MYSELF#I MAKE SURE SHE'S WELL TAKEN CARE OF#YOU RUDE FUCKING ASSHOLE#i know he was joking too. like he's just a contrarian little fuck#but she sent him a photo of her and he went 'fat cat' and now my opinion of him h#is decimated#like fuck that kid fr#anyway. i'm not sensitive to anything i perceive as criticism wdym#only my sister gets to be mean!!!!!! no one else!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#el speaks
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so we miiiight be adopting another cat
a few days back, my mom encountered this teeny tiny pregnant kitten (probably no older than 9 months) and absolutely fell in love. like, she's unbelievably sweet for a stray and even managed to get into the house TWICE when my mom tried going back inside, so she seems to really want a housecat life.
well, like an hour ago, we found her meowing on our doorstep :( it's raining so we took her in, dried her off, and set her up with a little room in the garage (bed, cat litter, water, some food) and now she's gonna stay there for the night
we'll let her out again during the day since we're trying to fully win her over and we're positive she'll come back later in the day, but next week we're gonna take her to the vet and see how she's doing health-wise so. yeah! woo!
#i don't know how i feel about bringing in another cat#but she needs a home and my mom + sister both seem really set on it#she's definitely pregnant so idk how we'll deal with that#my mom seems to wanna keep the babies but i KNOW she won't be the one caring for them or helping this cat actually. y'know. give birth#this kitten is so small too so it's worrying :( like... she's MAYBE 5lbs. she makes our little cats look like fucking behemoths#especially since she's so young i do worry about what the pregnancy will do to her body. she's not even done maturing so having to use -#- all her energy to have kittens seems like a bad idea#i brought up the possibility of a spay to terminate the pregnancy since idk if her body can handle it but mom seemed pretty against it#she's just... so tiny and young and malnourished#we'll figure it out. im gonna tag along to the vet appointment and ill get the vet's opinion on all this
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MI GĂNERO FAVORITO DE HOMBRE ES AQUEL QUE ABANDONA SU HUMANIDAD/IDENTIDAD POR CUALQUIER MOTIVO, SIMPLEMENTE ESO ME ALIMENTA
âThis is Wuxian weâre talking about here. Heâs the strongest Executor. Youâre better off not thinking of him as human.â
#the legend of hei#the legend of luoxiaohei#wuxian#not sure if unpopular opinion or not but imo wuxian is the funniest person in the movie#his stoic appearance combined with all the little gags and him developing fatherly feelings for xiaohei is just...the silliest thing#when you think that he's like one of the strongest humans ever and he's really just. an awkward nerd.#also? cat dad#confirmo todas las etiquetas absolutamente#luo xiaohei#gif
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ok. bllk and jealousy rate. how jealous can they get over their gf and what do they do to cope lmao
HOW JEALOUS IS HE? â [BLUE LOCK]
characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kunigami rensuke, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, oliver aiku content: gn! reader (request says gf but reader is gender neutral) notes: some of these are lowkey toxic, minor spoilers for kunigamiâs character arc, nagi is taller than reader
most jealous: bachira, rin, reoÂ
bachira meguru âś
bachira has many, many insecurities. growing up isolated and without many friends, he is more possessive of those heâs close to, which obviously includes you. he just doesnât want to lose you, which manifests itself in jealousy over anyone he perceives as a threat to your relationship
bachira gets really clingy when heâs jealous. he thinks that inserting himself into the situation, sometimes literally wedging himself between you and the other person. he usually chooses to drape himself over you, nuzzling into your neck and speaking low enough that only you hear, trying his best to divert your attention. third-wheeling is pretty uncomfortable for the other person, especially with the smiling sneer bachiraâs shooting at them, so they make a quick irish exitÂ
itoshi rin âś
an egoist to his very core, rin can get very jealous. while heâs very sure of himself in nearly every other part of his life, he knows that he is not an ideal partner a lot of the time, though heâll never admit it. heâs not the most expressive or the most patient, and heâs sure that there are better partners for you out there.Â
when rinâs jealous, itâs a silent but deadly thing. like when heâs locked in on the ball in a game, his focus you and his âcompetitorâ is unwavering. he stalks over to stand behind you, his chest bumping right up against your back, and he snarls, âwhat the hell do you want, you mediocrity?â usually the other person backs off after seeing rinâs bone-chilling glare but if theyâre bold enough to answer back, rin bares his teeth and is poised to strike. itâs probably best if you diffuse the situation quickly before it gets uglier Â
mikage reo âś
we already know how jealous reo was over nagi so itâs safe to say that heâs definitely very jealous. having been bored with the world and other people for so long, heâs thrilled when you two get together. it makes his very protective of you and he wants to be one of the most, if not the most, special person in your life.Â
reo can go a couple of ways when he feels jealous over someone else but it think his primary response is to tear down the person methodically. he tilts his head a little, looks the person up and down, and notes everything about their appearance â hair, skin, clothes (including brand and cost) and criticizes every little thing. itâs a strategic move in his opinion, using observational skills and knowledge he had given his upbringing to pick apart the other person. he also might make some underhanded comment that includes that he has a black cardÂ
less jealous: isagi, kunigami, saeÂ
isagi yoichi âś
he definitely gets jealous from time to time but he doesnât feel the need to act on it a lot. heâs pretty mature and for the most part level-headed (plus his ability to piece together future events helps him keep his cool a lot). this doesnât mean that he isnât jealousÂ
when isagi is jealous, heâs sulky. he wonât take immediate action and watch from afar, arms crossed and a little pouty. he tries to look as dejected and as âwet-cat patheticâ as possible to make you feel bad and come over to comfort him. when you inevitably do, looping your arm through his and kissing his cheek, he canât help but smirk at the other person like a cat who go the creamÂ
kunigami rensuke âś
i debated where to put kunigami since there are âtwo sidesâ to him â pre- and post-wildcard. pre-wild card kunigami is definitely a lot less bothered; he trusts you 100% and is 100% confident and secure in your relationship and himself. post-wild card kunigami is less chill and more forceful. heâs not a hero anymore but even as he plays a more âvillainousâ role in soccer, he wonât cross that line in your relationship. heâs still very secure in you and himself, but heâs more protective of your relationship. definitely a âi trust you/us but itâs other people iâm worried aboutâ kind of guy
when pre-wild card kunigami got jealous, he wonât act in the moment and will talk to you about it afterwards, in a private setting. open lines of communication were important to him and working out problems like this. post-wildcard kunigami is all stormy looks and intimidation. like rin, he also stands behind you but in less actively aggressive way and more just to be threatening. itâs 95% effective and the 5% of times it doesnât work, kunigami is not above muscling the other person awayÂ
itoshi sae âś
i thought about putting sae in the âmost jealousâ section but i just think that he is someone whose jealousy simmer just beneath his apathetic surface. he sees most other people as beneath him and believes that they are not worthy of speaking to you, let alone hitting on you, but because heâs sees them as so beneath him, he canât be bothered half the time to do anything since theyâre simply not worth it. he gets the most jealous when itâs people who he can potentially view as equals, like other professional athletesÂ
when heâs jealous, sae literally just pretends they donât exist, only talking to you. if the other person tries to interject, he sends them a sideways glare â the only acknowledgment of their existence â and then turns away to continue whatever conversation, suggesting that you both get away from the other person as quickly as possible. if ignoring the person doesnât work, sae doesnât shy away from spewing vitriol at the other person
least jealous: nagi, oliver, michael
nagi seishiro âś
simply put, being jealous is a hassle to nagi. it makes him too hot and too annoyed for him to want to feel it so he suppresses the feeling a lot. nagiâs height is already intimidating enough for most people so they donât approach you when they see you two together but that isnât a deterrent to everyone
when nagi gets jealous, he does one of two things: just gives a thousand-yard stare that freaks people out or he gets whiny and clingy. his stare is eerie and silent, and the lightness of his eyes doesnât help it. he towers over you like some cryptid companion. when he gets whiny and clingy, nagi tugs at your sleeve and asks drily, âcan we go yet? why are you still talking to them?â
oliver aiku âś
sigh⌠oliver is undoubtedly someone who thinks and knows heâs the shit. with so many women and men alike fawning over everything about him, his ego is through the roof. he has very little worry about you leaving him for someone else. honestly, he finds it amusing most of the time when someone attempt to draw you away from him, and letâs it play out a lot for his own entertainment. of course, heâll intervene if itâs making you uncomfortable but he also believes you can handle yourselfÂ
when oliver gets jealous, he acts as casual as possible. heâs friendly towards the other person and but itâs not hard to uncover that itâs all fake, whether itâs from the glint in his eye or the way his smile is stiff and forced. common tells when he gets jealous is that he pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek or he clenches his teeth and inhales softly but sharply. he employs the good old tactic of calling the other person the wrong name and making all kind of underhanded comments that slowly chip at their nerves. (âharuya? haruki? oh! youâre haruto! right, right, you know, theyâve never mentioned you before! crazy, huh?â)Â
michael kaiser âś
kaiser in german literally means âemperor,â and itâs no secret that kaiser views himself as one. similar to sae, he see himself as so above others that heâs not even bothered by other people hitting on you. it displeases him greatly, sure, but these cockroaches will never be able to steal you from him so why should an emperor deal with the plebians? the only time that ever happens is when a peasant is particularly forceful and then, kaiser intervenes
when he gets jealous, kaiser puts on a show. if thereâs one thing about him, heâs a bit of a drama queen. he will absolutely posture and puff out his chest at the offending person, looking down his nose arrogantly and smirking. he makes a big display of wrapping himself around you, gripping firmly at your hips and saying, âliebling, youâre very charitable to entertain this insect, but itâs time to end this ruse.â
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Satoru is the type to get jealous over little things because he just wants you all to himself. Right now, he's sulking on the couch. Why, you may ask? Let's rewind a bit.
When you finally moved into Gojo's house, you got a cat. No, you didn't adopt one. It was Gojo. He came back one day with a cat.
"Toru. Why are you holding a cat?"
"Excuse you! His name is Fluffball!" He huffed. "And starting today, he's living with us!"
You blinked at him. Did he just name the cat Fluffball? What kind of name is Fluffball??
"Satoru Gojo."
He flinched at you, calling him by his full name. His brain instantly went into danger mode and activated his secret weapon.
"He'll keep you company whenever I go on missions!" He said as he gave you the puppy eyes. "And isn't he adorable?"
You bit the bottom of your lip. This was cheating. He knew that you couldn't resist. You don't mind adopting a cat... but out of nowhere? Do you trust yourself with taking care of a pet?
You sigh as you gave in. You couldn't say no. The cat was adorable after all...
"Fine. We can keep him."
His eyes instantly lighted up as he smiled down at the cat in his arms.
"You hear that Fluffball? She said yes!" He spins around with the cat, causing the cat to let out a series of meows.
You shaked your head from his antics. "Stop spinning the poor cat. And we will not be calling him Fluffball."
Thus causing Satoru to whined immediately. After all, in his opinion, Fluffball was a great name!
That was a few weeks ago. Now, back to the present. You ended up adoring the cat. Which is fine and all, but you've been paying attention to the cat more than Gojo lately. Like he's right here next to you, and instead of cuddling him, you're cuddling that cat.
And the name you came up with for the cat? Even worse. You took his nickname and gave it to the cat.
How did he find out? Well, it started with you asking for the cat to come over to you.
"Toru, come here," you called.
Satoru immediately came to your side, but you had a look of confusion, thus causing him to become puzzled himself.
"Satoru, why did you come over?
"You called for me! Obviously, I came to your side as fast as possible!"
You narrowed your eyes at him. "I was not calling for you. I was calling for Toru." You motioned your hand towards the cat that came over. You immediately picked him up and covered him with kisses.
He was absolutely confused, and it wouldn't be the last.
Out of nowhere, all the nicknames you would call him would go straight towards the cat. No, he was no longer Toru. Or Babe. Or Darling. Or Baby. Or love of my life. Or beautiful dashing amazing boyfriend. He was just Satoru.
He regrets ever bringing that cat home. So what did he do? Well... he called Suguru for a favor.
The next day, when you came home calling for the cat, no noise was heard. You searched all throughout the house but didn't find the cat anywhere. Then you heard the front door unlocking and Satoru walking in with the biggest smile.
"Satoru, do you know where Toru is?"
He walked up to you and immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close.
"Satoru?"
"Well... I invited Suguru over while you were out, and Suguru just fell in love with the cat."
"What?"
"He wanted to bring him to his house for a few days! He said something about how he adores that little thing and wanted to spend a lot, and I mean a lot of time with him!"
You immediately knew something wasn't right. There was no way Suguru would do something like that.
You sternly repeated his nameâ "Satoru."
You stared him in the eyes, waiting for him to tell you the truth.
"Fineeeeee. I called Suguru for a favor," he whined as he nuzzled against your neck. "You're spending too much time with Fluffball! You're forgetting your amazing boyfriend!
"I am not forgetting you, Satoru. We literally live together. You're insufferable, and like you said, you're my boyfriend. I can't forget you that easily. And his name is not Fluffball."
"Oh, so now you remember your poor lonely boyfriend! Don't lie to me!" He huffed at you. "You're calling that cat by my nicknames! What happened to calling me Toru! Or baby! Or my beautiful dashing amazing boyfriend!"
"I have never called you by that last one in my life," you said as you rolled your eyes at him. "Are you really jealous of a cat, Satoru?"
He leaned into you, putting all his weight on you. He was basically crushing you as he continued his whining.
"So what if I'm jealous! You're not paying any attention to me! I thrive off of attention! Especially yours!"
You chuckled at his response.
"There's nothing to be jealous of Satoru. How can I make up for your horrible suffering?"
You felt the instant regret the second those words left your lips. You see the way his eyes get clouded with lust as you feel one of his hands trail up your thigh.
"Oh, you'll make it up to me, alright," he whispered in your ear. "At the end of this, the only thing you'll be able to think of is me and my cock."
He then pulled you into a hungry and greedy kiss. He kissed you like he had been deprived of you for years. And in his opinion, he has.
You only noticed you're in the bedroom once you felt the soft mattress behind you. You don't recall how he brought you into the bedroom. All you know is that you're in for a very long night because he's not letting you go anytime soon.
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ANIMALS ft. Natty
natty x male reader smut
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âAll Iâm saying is,â Natty starts, like she always does, with more unsolicited advice than you can handle at 2 AM, "for someone that complains so much about not having a sex life, you really donât do much to fix it."
âAnd what, oh wise friend of mine, is your recommendation.â
âI donât know. Get a haircut. Dress better. Try not being a massive pussy?â Natty shrugs. Or at least you think she does. Only so much you can tell over the phone.
You sigh. Bite back the urge to tell her to fuck off. But then, who else would talk you to sleep at this ungodly hour? So instead, you concede the point. âNoted.â
âOr, you know, if itâll stop you from being such a little bitch,â and now sheâs laughing, cackling really, and not once has that ever, ever meant anything good. "You could always just fuck me."
â
Two weeks and twelve hours post-Nattyâs incredibly unhelpful suggestion that did absolutely nothing to alleviate you of your insomnia, and youâre back on the phone with her.
Only this time, there's video.
So, yay.
"Help me, please."
Itâs a Friday and Natty's begging, again.
Because she knows she can count on you, knows that youâve long since resigned yourself to your fate as Nattyâs on-call âfixerâ. There for everything from life-changing career decisions to helping her figure out what show to stream next.
And now, apparently, choosing her outfit for tonight.
âHelp me, help me, help me, help me.â
God, this woman and her begging. Knowing full well that itâs your kryptonite.
"Okay, okay, okay," you're relenting, much earlier than usual. Mostly because as far as Nattyâs petulant requests usually go this oneâs a walk in the park. âBut donât you have people for this sort of thing? People who donât, and I quote, âhave a dogshit taste in style?ââ
âIt is dogshit!â Natty calls out, already turned around and leaving you (her phone) on the vanity, facing out to her bedroom and all its hideous pinkness. She disappears from the screen, diving deep into her closet for yet another pair of shorts that will most certainly hug way too close, or a top that dips way too low, or a pair of heels that screamâ'hey, I have legs, would you like to spread them?' "But!"
Natty returns to the camera with a leather beltâoh no, that's a leather skirtâin hand; clad in nothing but a casual cotton bra/underwear combination that sheâs filling out far too well for your sleep-deprived brain to handle.
She holds up the skirt against her waist for your consideration. Poses. It wouldn't cover a thing. Or maybe that's the pointâagain, you don't have any fashion sense, whatsoever.
âYouâre a man, and I need a manâs opinion because Iâm hoping to take one home tonight to fuck my brains out until I forget about this shit-storm of a week. So, you knowâhelp a girl out?â
âAs always, you have quite a way with words.â
Natty leans towards the camera, bending down to stare right at you. It makes entirely too much sense that sheâs built an entire career around doing just this.
âItâs my third language, asshole.â
The insult lands softer than she likely intended, considering well, youâre a little too distracted to take it. Itâs entirely her fault. The angle makes her tits look far too immaculate to pay any attention to her mouth.
Maybe she should consider going out just like this?
Yeah, thatâd definitely get her fucked.
But, she frowns before you can make the suggestion, turning on her heels and sashaying back to her closet, leaving you to choke on air at the sight of her ass stretching out her favourite pair of panties. (The white pair with the pretty-pink bows. The one that rides up her ass when she stretches, bends, sneezesâbasically any time sheâs not standing perfectly still. And even then.)
Anyone else and this whole thing would be weird. Well, weirder than it already is.
See, you and Natty have this thing; this odd, cat and dog relationship thatâs been going on since what feels like the dawn of time:
Youâve watched her shamelessly cycle through men faster than a teenager through a box of tissues, leaving a trail of broken hearts and broken cocks in her wake.
While sheâs been forced to witness every time youâve met âthe oneâ, only to be there months later to help pick up the pieces when youâre burying your feelings in video games and alcohol and porn, wondering how it all went so wrong.
All this to say that seeing Natty bouncing around in her underwear with that laser-beam of a smile of hers; with all of her soft curves, thick thighs, her ridiculous ass and again, those immaculate fucking tits isn't that unusual.
In fact, it doesn't really do anything for you at all.
(Fucking liar.)
âHere, how about this.â Natty appears from the corner of the screen, having found a top thatâs somehow made of even less material than the bra sheâs already got on. The gall of her to ask, "Too much or not enough?"
You deadpan. âDoes it come in adult sizes too?â
Natty grins, because she can read it right on your stupid face. She looks so, unbearably hot. Without even trying that hard. This bitch. âSo just right, then.â
And then she twirls, leaving you to face her back, and before you even have time to blink, Nattyâs bra has fallen down her shoulders; and youâre hating how you lean in to look because this damn app has no zoom feature to save your sorry eyesight.
Her fucking tits. Perfect, bouncy. Even through the pixels, even from behind, you can still see the way they spill.
She slips on her chosen top for the eveningâa tiny, strappy numberâand spins back around to face you in all her Natty glory. By the skin of your teeth, youâre looking away and leaning back, feigning nonchalance and leaving her none the wiser.
You think.
âYou know,â Natty says, tilting to one side, hand on hip. Fuck, even that slightest movement makes them bounce. Utterly, utterly obscene. âYou should just come tonight.â
Youâre saying, âFuck no,â before sheâs even finished her sentence. âComing tonightâ means âclubbingâ, and âclubbingâ means being stuck listening to the shittiest music, surrounded by the worst people in all of Korea, drinking overpriced slop and watching Natty turn down a revolving door of douchebags on the dancefloor.
So, yeah.
If âfuck noâsâ were bricks, youâd be building the Great Wall of âFuck Noâ, big enough for aliens on the other side of the galaxy to see with a fucking telescope and have their first contact with the human race be a giant âFuck Noâ.
And thatâs your polite way of turning her down.
Yet somehow, Nattyâs hardly deterred.
âCome on, itâll be fun,â Natty sing-songs, shuffling on her tiptoes, shifting her weight from foot to foot, making her entire body jiggle. Itâs like sheâs intentionally trying to sell you on the idea with every little movement. Make you believe that if you came with her, youâd be able to find someone who comes close to looking half as good as she does in that⌠whatever-the-fuck that is. Bralette? Crop top? Whatever. Fat chance. "Come on, come, come, come. Be my wingman please!"
You already have your second âfuck noâ queued up, but Natty just wonât stop fucking talking.
âDonât you want to get laid? Donât you think you need to have fun after whatâs-her-name?â Natty continues, pouting at you through the screen.
And there it is, a study in how Natty usually gets her wayâjutting out her bottom lip, digging her thumb into the waistband of her panties to expose just a smidge more skin, leaning just right to make her tits look like theyâre about to pop out. Itâs like sheâs got a fucking manual. Â
âDonât tell me youâd rather stay at home with Handalf the Grey than come out with me and all my hot friends?â
âYou mean having to clean up after all your âhot friendsâ and their bullshit while you run off to score free drinks?â You retort, recalling all the other times when she managed to entice you out of your self-imposed isolation and into the deafening, sweaty hellhole known as a nightclub.
âSaid hot friends that youâre too much of a pussy to hit on, mind you,â Natty chides, and then oh-so-casually decides to drop this nugget: "They all like you, you know, they'd be more than happy to break this dry spell of yours if you just asked. Donât act like I havenât seen the way you look at Julie."
You can feel your cheeks reddening. Youâre not a teenager. You shouldnât blush at this shit. But here you are, falling for Nattyâs words and their magical abilities to needle at your insecurities and fill your head with thoughts of her friends and all their... well, incredibly positive attributes.
Natty pounces on your lapse in composure and gets closer to the camera, crouches. Drops down so sheâs on her heels and all you can see in that tiny window of your phone is the red of her plush, plump lips.
âCome, you pussyââ
âNattyââ
âDo it pussyââ
âNatty, if you think thatâs going to workââ
âPussy, pussy, pussyââ
Youâre yelling down the phone: âFuck, fine!â
Nattyâs victory dance is already in full swing before the words have even left your mouth. Bouncing around her room in pure joy at once again having ruined your evening. Dancing in that barely-there outfit, treating you to entirely sinful ripples across her curves and dips, pure sex on a pair of toned legs. Really makes you wonder how the fuck is she not illegal in at least fifty different countries. Â
You hide your face in your hands, because there it is, the reason youâve never really been able to deny her:
Her laughter, her energy, her fucking shameless glee whenever she manages to get her way (which, if youâre keeping count, is every single time).
Sheâs just so frustratingly adorable.
Somewhere in her celebrations, Natty finds exactly what she was looking for. Reaches down to the floor, picking up a beltâno, thatâs another skirtâthis one even tinier than the first.
âOh, this is perfect,â she preens, holding it out to the camera (to you), before stepping right into it. She spins around, making it dance around her hips. It does wonders for her thighs. "How do I look?â
You swallow. âLike youâre going to get fucked tonight.â
The glint in Nattyâs eyes. Like youâve just served up the finest compliment on a silver platter. You feel sorry for whatever poor soul crosses her path tonight.
Natty winks. âHereâs to hoping.â
â
Guess what?
Turns out you were right: this is the worst place in the world.
Only, youâre the sole person here that seems to think that.
Hours have passed since you helped Natty look perfectly fuckable and youâre at the bar, trying and failing to get the attention of the bartender. Unfortunately, he, like every other male with a beating heart and a boner seems far more interested in Nattyâs little dance routine than his thirsty clientele.
You canât blame him, really. Itâs built in how she moves.
Strobe lights cutting through the air like knives, slicing her into this series of absolutely pornographic snapshots as she dances. And sheâs not alone, she has friendsâbeautiful, all of them, in their own ways. They spin and twirl around her; but Nattyâs the sun here, the star that everything orbits.
(You included).
You see it play outâthe Natty effect. Men, even women alike gravitate to her, drawn by that magnetic force that is Natty at her very best. Trying to get a dance, maybe whisper a line they stole from some movie in her ear, even dare to reach out to touch or press themselves up against her.
But sheâs a black hole, a dark star. Canât get too close.
One by one, theyâre swallowed up by the void of Nattyâs disinterest. The shoulders slump, the smiles falter, and the hope in their eyes dies as Natty, with a simple flick of her wrist sends them stumbling back into the crowd, forgotten almost immediately.
And the whole time sheâs doing this, sheâs got you in her line of sight. A wink here, a smile there, a dance on its own; and all you can do is nod and pretend like youâre okay with all this.
You inhale. Deeply.
Her outfit looks even tinier in person.
You turn away for just a moment, shaking off thoughts of Natty, of her hips and their sway and her winks and her smile; attempting (and failing) to flag down the bartender once more.
This fucking night.
But, when you look back, Nattyâs no longer on the dancefloor.
Sheâs standing next to you. Arms looping around your neck.
âNattyââ
But sheâs not listening. Her eyes are darting around the room, searching for somethingâor someoneâthat you canât see. Your stomach clenches, because that look on Nattyâs face? Thatâs not her usual Iâm-about-to-make-some-poor-soul-my-bitch look. Thatâs something else entirely. Thatâs fear.
âShut up, I need a favour,â sheâs in your ear, yelling over the thrum of the bass thatâs rattling your ribcage.
You lean in, bend down to meet her, because, frankly, youâre worried. Youâve never seen Natty like this, wide eyed and shaky. Never seen her be anything but comfortable.
Youâve also never been this close to her. Felt her breath hot against your neck, felt her body press up against you, felt her softness, felt herâ
Fuck, you should be asking her whatâs wrong, but before you can even do that, the bartender's filling two shot glasses and sliding them over to Natty.
She takes one. You take the other. It tastes lethal.
Nattyâs nails dig into the back of your neck, and she looks at you, intense. Words fast and frantic. âJust pretend weâre together, okay? For a bit. Until I can figure this out. Justâjust keep playing along, yeah?â
You blink. The room blurs around you. You think you mightâve misheard. âWhat?â
âBe my boyfriend,â she says, taking a second shot before you can even digest the first. âI need you. Thereâs some creep and I need you. Now, please?â
You turn immediately, scanning the floor, but the lights and shadows make it near impossible to make out anything other than vague shapes and strobes of colour, let alone pinpoint a face. "Natty, where is he, I canâ"
"No, no, no," she cuts you off with a shake of her head. âFocus on me.â
âWait, why do I have toââ
âOh, shit there he isââ
And then sheâs kissing you.
Ending whatever argument you may have had, because sheâs grabbing, pulling you in, and her lips are on yours and oh fuck, sheâs really, really kissing you.
Itâs a slap to the face, and you need to reel in from the sting. Because youâre already forgetting what youâre doing, forgetting how your limbs work, because Nattyâs putting on the performance of a lifetime and youâre having trouble keeping up.
Her hands are in your hair, yours at the small of her back, and sheâs pulling you close, squishing against you and the taste of herâsweet like candy and sharp like vodkaâfilling you all the way up.
Your tongue catches up, flicking against hers, licking inside of her mouth and sheâs even convincing youâas if sheâs the one thatâs always been into the love at first sight bullshit and youâre the non-believer.
And itâs a problem, how right this feels. Because this isnât what friends doâdefinitely not Natty and you. But still, you can feel her tension, her need for this to be believable; and you donât dare to fuck it all up.
So you kiss her back, because thatâs what you do for Natty.
You always do what she needs.
Youâre about to pull away; this should be enough to have every single person here convinced that youâre hers and sheâs yours. But Nattyâs already sliding her tongue back in your mouth, pleading, âKeep going,â the moment a gap opens between your lips; and youâre diving back into the kiss without a second thought.
And then you hear it.
A flash of a camera.
A cheer.
A whistle.
Julie, Haneul, BelleâNattyâs friends, staring at you like proud fairy godmothers witnessing their own magic at work.
You break the kiss. You look down at Natty.
She giggles.
You feel like a fucking idiot.
"There is no creep, is there?"
Natty shrugs, looks up at you, and she actually looksâwhat is this? Shy? Embarrassed?
"There couldâve been," she says, her eyes wide and innocent, a mask. You see through her like you should have when she first wrapped her arms around your neck. Â Oh sure, like sheâs ever been innocent for a second in her entire life.
Sheâs far too smug for that.
You roll your eyes. You feel like every other idiot thatâs ever fallen for a bat of her lashes and a peek at her tits. Hope is a hell of a drug, especially when Nattyâs the dealer. And yet, despite yourself, the corner of your mouth quirks up. "You're fucking insane."
âMaybe.â Thereâs a long pause. Sheâs staring at your mouth. She presses a finger to your sternum. âBut I had to do something.â
It takes a second. What?
What does that mean?
You stare at Natty, lick your lips. Her taste still lingers.
âAsk yourself the same question Iâve been asking myself for months now,â she says, louder this time, her voice cutting through the noise of the club and hitting your ears with a sobering clarity.
You know what sheâs going to sayâwhat sheâs going to ask before sheâs even opened her mouth. Youâve been asking yourself the same thing too.
So, swallow hard, try to ignore the way Nattyâs friends have gone quiet. Try to ignore Nattyâs hand still resting against your chest, her eyes burning a hole right through you.
âWhy havenât we had sex yet?â
The bloodâs rushing to your cheeks; the music's too loud, the lights too bright, and the room's suddenly spinning around you like a carousel.
Fucking embarrassing.
But Natty doesnât crack a smile. She just looks up at you. Hopeful. Searching you, searching your eyes for an actual answer; and you already know what it is.
âBecause, Natty, weâre friends.â You offer up a weak smile, hoping against hope that sheâll buy it.
But she shakes her head. âOh, please. Like thatâs ever stopped anyone before. Besides, if you want to put a label on it, call it whatever the fuck you want. I just know what I need. Do you?â
You sigh. She gets closer. And closer.
Until your nose is brushing hers. Until her breath is hot on your face, until your heart is racing so fast you can feel it in your ears. Until her hand is sliding down, down, down, until itâs resting over your pants and oh, oh no, youâre straining.
You gasp. She smirks.
âSee? You want it too. And I know you do, because, sweetie, your cockâs practically begging me to pull it out and shove it between my tits right here in front of everyone.â
She just throws it out there, so casually, so bluntly, she might as well be talking about the weather. And maybe, maybe itâs the alcohol, or maybe itâs just Natty being Natty, but fuck you canât do anything but stay frozen still.
Youâre letting her hand linger. Youâre letting her touch you like sheâs got every right in the world. Youâre letting her because thereâs a part of youâthe part thatâs growing by the secondâthat wants to see just how far sheâll take this.
âSo, what is the real reason, ba-by?â
Because youâre in love with her. Youâre in love with her, and you canât just have casual sex with someone youâre in love with because it will ruin you.
But you donât say that. Instead, you just tell her: âTiming.â
That makes her laugh. Has her closing what little gap remained between your bodies, until her tits are flush against your chest, and youâre coming to the conclusion that, yes, you did help her pick out the perfect outfit for tonight.
Perfectly, hopelessly, fuckable.
âWell,â she says, and sheâs pulling you back down again and shutting you up with yet another kiss. âWeâve got all the time in the world now, donât we?â
â
Youâve been here before.
Many, many times before.
You installed the showerhead and fixed all the cabinets yourself. Even secured the lock that youâre now unlocking with the digits that you coded.
But somehow, it feels like a first.
First time youâve kissed her in the back of a car, pushed your hand up her skirt, felt the heat of her against your fingertips. First time youâve pinned her against the wall of an elevator, made her feel just how desperate you were for her against her thigh, made her promise to be so good for you when you got to her door.
First time being pulled through the threshold, hands at your chest, tearing your shirt off you before youâve even stepped foot in her apartment. Had her smiling against your mouth, because sheâs won, again, and you canât even bother to argue because youâve lost to her so many times now that this shouldnât be so surprising.
What is surprising though is how youâre naked first.
"Terrible, terrible taste." Natty's clicking her tongue as your shoes, your shirt, your pants are scattered along the floor behind you. âWeâll have to fix that.â
And then sheâs moving on, hands clawing down your stomach to land at the waistband of your underwear, hooking her thumbs in and yanking down. Youâre so obviously hardâyouâve barely made any effort to hide it from herâfuck, you pretty much flagged down the taxi with it.
"Holy fuck," is the first thing out of Natty's mouth when she takes a hold of you, feeling the naked weight of you in her palm. "Youâre really not messing around, are you? I was expectingâ"
"A sad, lonely little thing," you finish for her, because you've heard it before. "Yeah, you like to mention it a lot."
But Nattyâs not laughing now.
Sheâs just staring. Almost reverently. She decides, her voice a little raspy, tinted with an apprehension that you never knew she was capable of mustering, "I like it. It's... massive."
You lean in, pressing your mouth against hers because if sheâs going to say that, youâre going to kiss her, again and again, and thereâs a strong possibility you're never going to stop.
She whimpers, gasps into your mouth, says your name for the first timeânot some nickname, not a jab or an insult. Just your name, in your ears, like itâs something sacred.
Youâre not a saint. You canât ignore that.
Your cock jumps in her hand, and as if on instinct, she strokes you.
It's slow, purposeful. She's too good at this. Knows the right pressure, where to twist and wind her wrist. How to sweep her thumb over the tip, smear pre-cum over your skin, and this entire time she's staring down at your cock like she's discovered something new.
âThis is going to ruin me, isn't it?â she whispers, and you nod, because your voice is lodged in your throat and sheâs stealing the air from your lungs. âGoing to fit so fucking nicely inside me. Fuck itâs going to stretch me.â
You groan, collapse your weight into Natty, press your lips against the column of her throat.
Both hands now, one underneath, toying with your balls, balancing them in her fingers, and the other doing its best to squeeze, to pump, to make you fall for her with every stroke.
âI canât wait to ride this,â Natty kisses these words into your cheek, your jaw, leaves these marks all over your collarbone. âI wonder if I can fit it down my throat. God, can you imagine what itâll look like between my tits?â
And that makes your cock throb.
Because face it, Natty has always had a way of getting into your head; is far too dangerous with her words, and sheâs all too willing to abuse this power she has over you to get you do what she wants, which is now, apparently, fucking her senseless.
You let her, let her build and build this pressure, let it coil inside you, tighter and tighter. Until the need to feel her, all of her, is too much to handle.
Until you grab her, take her by the shoulders, push herânot hard, but firmlyâagainst the nearest wall.
Youâre not gentle about it, because Natty doesnât want gentle. She wants rough, she wants passionate, she wants to be fucked and have her cunt worshipped by way of complete ruin.
Sheâs told you as much.
"That's more like it," Natty bites into your ear, grips your shoulders. She follows your eyes. "Let me guess, my tits?"
So, maybe she has caught you looking once or twice. Either way, you donât care much for her top anymore, itâs served its purpose. You take a fistful of it and pull, ripping it right off her and tossing it to the floor with everything else thatâs kept the two of you from tearing each other apart.
âBetter?â Natty poses for you, puts her tits on displayâand yeah, you were right all along. Fucking immaculate.
You take a hold of one, palm it; fill your hand with flesh, twinge those dark, plump nipples, because of course youâre going to. Youâre going to pinch and squeeze and suck on them. Youâre going to mark her like sheâs already done to you. Mark them, with your teeth, with your tongue. Fuck, youâre going to make them yours.
But for now, you're just going to slap them, because you want to watch them jiggle up close.
You laugh. Natty does too.
"Much better."
And with that, youâre back on her. Kisses that are sloppy, wet, and filled with all the pent-up want that's been simmering for months. You donât even know where to begin with Natty, but you start with her mouth. Itâs a good place. Itâs always a good place with Natty.
Her hand doesnât stop moving, canât, wonât. The friction is heaven; you just let her touch you, fuck her hand while you indulge in her tits. Get to know the weight of them, the balance, the softness.
A sigh into your ear as your tongue finally finds her breasts, deep and messy, sliding over her nippleâsheâs already so sensitive, just a flick and sheâs gasping. Youâre not even trying to be precise anymore, not that Natty needs it, not that she needs anything but for you to enjoy yourself against her.
It all makes the room seem smaller, the walls close, surrounding you with the scentâcinnamon and sweat and something else thatâs just her.
âSee this is why fucking me is such a great idea,â she slurs against your shoulder, hand tightening, stroking you harder, faster.
You mumble an affirmative into her breast. Itâs a miracle you can still stand upright.
âIsnât this so much better than like everything else? Anyone else?â She sighs, breathy, sweet sounds, as she takes you by the wrist, guides your hand southwards.
Fingertips graze her stomach, trace around her belly button and lower; until youâre digging into her skirt and feeling the heat rise off her skin. Sheâs soaked right through her panties, dripping with it. Another place for your tongue to land.
âWe can just be fucking honest with each other,â Nattyâs explaining, eyes tearing when your finger pads her clit, pressing down just right. âYou already told me all the things you hate. All the things your bitch exes never let you do.â And she smiles, wicked. âNever had the tits to give you.â
Christ.
âAnd I can get you to fuck me exactly how I want with this big, fucking cock,â Natty finishes. "Weâre a perfect fucking match."
Itâs at that moment you find the zipper of her skirt, tugging it down, watching it fall to the feet. Leaving Natty to step out of the tiny scrap of fabric she calls her panties; abandoning the sticky mess of cotton.
You take a step back, unlatch your lips from her tits, because you need to see it. Need to finally see her, see your Natty, see the Natty you've never allowed yourself to look at.
So, take your time, drink her inâbecause the way sheâs standing there, the way sheâs touching herself now; biting her lip, sighing your name. All but saying, âLook all you want, but donât you dare look awayâ.
Look at the arch of her neck, the red youâve left there, that trail youâve burned down to her tits. Bruised and swollen from your tongue, your kisses, and yet still not marked enough. Follow the curve of her hips; how they flare out from her waist, the plush squish of her ass cheeks against the wall behind her.
You want to kiss her, from the tips of her toes to the top of head; all of her, every part of her, because now sheâs going to finally let you.
Because now you're going to fuck her until all she knows is you, going to make her scream your name, going to make her beg for you to fill her with your cock and cum and never ever leave her cunt empty again.
Thatâs the plan, anyway.
But Nattyâs got plans of her own.
âDidnât you say,â Natty begins, sighing, circling her cunt in a rhythm that youâre dying to recreate. She licks her lips. âThat your last ex refused to suck that lovely, magnificent cock of yours?
"Yeah," you stammer, at a loss for breath at just the sight of it all. âAnd werenât you trying to find someone to fuck your brains out?â
Nattyâs eyes light up; and there's that easy, charming grin that knocks you right off your feet. "Youâve always been such a good listener."
â
Natty's plotting to ruin you.
It's the only possible explanation for the way she's looking at you right nowâon her knees, at the foot of her bed, flanked by walls painted an ugly shade of pastel pink and Natty's tits, sandwiching your cock.
Youâd imagined it, thought about it when you shouldnât have been thinking about it. Whenever she brought you to watch her perform, whenever she sent you pictures of her outfit of the day. But your eyes always went there. Straight to Nattyâs tits, every time.
You knew they were big.
Youâve felt them, on accident (though they donât seem like accidents anymore).
But now, to have them enveloping your cock, drowning your shaft in their softness, and to have her, staring at your face with so much fucking excitement as she gives you everything youâve ever wantedâitâs surreal.
Youâre dying to paint them white.
âLooks like youâre already about to fall apart, baby,â she teases, and itâs even worse now that sheâs calling you these sweet names, saying them like sheâs always wanted to, like sheâs finally letting herself. âCouldnât wait, could you?â
âFuck, Nattyââ you breathe out, your hands finding her hair, tightening, because thatâs all you can manage to do when Nattyâs in control. Like sheâs always been.
âMmhmm,â she hums, keeping her eyes on you, making sure youâre watching, even as her tongue flicks out to taste you. A slow, taunting lick to make you buck your hips, desperate to feel the suction of her lips. âYou must have been dreaming about this, huh?â
You donât bother lying. She already knows the answer. âEvery. Fucking. Night.â
Nattyâs smile spreads across her face, and she rewards you with a kiss, pressing her lips down onto the head of your cock; before sliding them lower, eyes fluttering shut with the first taste of you. âWell, what took you so long? All you needed to do was show me your cock and Iâd have been happy to do it whenever you want me to. Happy for you to use my tits as your cum rag. You know that, right?â
She moves; and the sight of it aloneâNattyâs tits wrapped around your cock, bobbing up and down, hypnotising you with the flicker of her nipplesâup and down, up and down. Itâs merciless, unrelenting, and she keeps talking, keeps kissing these sweet little words into your cock that makes your hips jerk, trying to fuck her tits faster, harder.
"Look at how perfect you look," Natty keeps going, "how your cock fits so snug."
The sounds sheâs tearing from your throat as her tits take you, and sheâs barely even started.
âBut we can do better, canât we?â
Her pace picks up, and with it, the tightness of your grip on her hair. Sheâs pushing the ample mounds together, squeezing, putting her whole body into it, into this new art sheâs pioneering. Driving you insane with just her breasts, making you swell between them, throbbing as she works you over.
âSo big," sheâs panting from just the effort, the bounce, bounce, bounce of it all, "I can feel you getting so much bigger."
Everythingâs going too fast, her tits are too soft, her lips on you too hot, and sheâs drooling, her spit dripping down onto your cock. You want to tell her to stop, that you canât take it, but Natty just keeps going.
"Fuck,â Natty mewls, pinching her own nipples, for you, for her. Pinching and rolling them, making them nice and stiff and swollen. âLet me just try andââ
She cranes her head, bends; takes your cock deeper into the warm, wet heat of her mouth. Her tongue darts out licks your cock, gets that sweet spot on the underside, makes you shake underneath her.
Natty holds you there, even as you groan, even as your hips rise; just licks, spits, sucks. Her mouth moving up and down on you, making a mess down your shaft, down her tits. Taking you deeper, deeper, until youâre fucking her face.
She moans around you as your hips buck and you push deep, desperate for it. Her eyes water, her cheeks hollow, and sheâs got you. Youâre in her mouth and sheâs loving it. Loving the power she has over you, loving giving you what she wants, loving how youâre pulling her by the hair, desperate to feed her more of your cock into her throat.
Like your entire relationship has been building up to this momentâto Nattyâs tits wrapped around you, her mouth all over you, her eyes on yours, watching as you fuck her face.
"Fuck, Natty," you grunt, your voice barely recognisable. "What the fuckâ"
But Natty's just smiling, youâre fucking that smug little smile on her lips, and sheâs taunting you. "Come on baby, keep going, keep going."
Itâs utterly obsceneâthe smack of her lips around your cock, her slobbering all over you, her gagging, her moaning around you, looking up at you and asking, âIs that all youâve got?â
You're so close, so fucking close, and she knows it. Moving her tits faster, faster, and you're about to blow your load all over Natty's pretty face, her chest.
But she keeps talking.
Even as you stuff her cheeks, even as you muffle her, âNone of those other skinny bitches could do this, could they, could handle this big, fat cock?â
Even as you force her down, pull her by the hair, âYouâve been so obsessed with my body, so obsessed with my tits, havenât you?â
Even as her tits slide off you and your cock smacks her across her cheek, âI always saw the way you looked at them, fuck I was showing them off for you, you just took too fucking long to notice.â
She won't stop fucking talking.
You finally snap. "God, are you ever going to stop?"
But Natty just laughs, bats her lashes. Slides her tongue from your base to your tip. "Maybe you should find something to gag me with."
Your hand wraps around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes go wide, to make her mouth pop open. She rolls out her tongue for you, and you know what she expects you to do, what she expects you to fill her mouth with.
But you donâtâinstead, you fill it with your kiss.
It's deep, itâs bruising, itâs saying âfuck youâ in the sweetest way possible, without uttering a single syllable. Natty laughs against your mouth, a âfuck youâ right back with her teeth, biting down on your lower lip. Not breaking skinânot yetâbut the promise is there.
Her hand leaves your cock to wrap around your neck, pulling you closer to her, her mouth eager for yours, and you donât even think twice before you hoist her up, her legs wrapping around your waist. Giggling againâanother sound thatâs going to be your undoingâbefore youâre both stumbling back onto her bed.
The mattress dips under the weight of your bodies falling back into it. Natty straddles you, presses her cunt down onto your thighs. So wet you can feel it on your thigh, leaving your skin sticky and stained with her. Your hands move to her hips, dragging her closer, so you can feel the friction grinding against your cock, making you ache.
She breaks your kiss, gasping for air. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wideâseeing her pant like this, itâs not even fair. Sheâs just so fucking beautiful, like a painting youâre afraid to touch because you might smudge it.
You tell her as much.
She blinks. Blushes.
Grins.
âYou,â Natty breathes, her hand trailing down your chest, finding your heartbeat, resting there for a beat, two, âare so fucking in love with me.â
You donât argue because sheâs right.
Her hand slides up your arms, nails dig in and sheâs got your wrists, pinning them over your head. You let her. Let her grind herself against your cock, feel the warm, wet heat of her cunt against the tip.
She takes her sweet time, melting herself into you, pressing her tits into your chest, and you can feel her heart racing against yours.
She whispers, âGod, Iâve waited so fucking long for this.â
You canât even form a coherent thought, so you just grunt.
âIâve dreamt about this so much,â she continues, breathless words sending shivers down your spine. âYour cock, fuck, itâs just as perfect as I imagined. And now, itâs all mine.â
And then she does itâshe sinks down onto you, slow and sweet, her pussy taking you in inch by glorious inch. You groan into her shoulder, your eyes shut as Nattyâs tight heat surrounds you. Itâs like nothing youâve ever felt before; sure thereâs been others but something about Nattyâs cunt is so intense itâs almost painful.
âSo tight,â you grit out, the words torn from your chest like theyâre made of glass. She just laughs, low, sultry, and starts to move.
Itâs a dance, a rhythm thatâs been building between the two of you for what feels like an eternity. Sheâs rocking her hips back and forth in this torturous grind. Fucking you like itâs the last thing sheâll ever do, like she needs to make the most of it. Like youâre going to vanish into thin air the second she lets you go.
âI knew youâd feel this good,â Natty sighs into your neck, already surrendering to your cock. âFuck, I knew itâwhy did you keep this from me?â
You canât answer, not really.
Youâre too lost in the feel of her, too consumed by the way sheâs moving on top of you. Every inch of her body is pressed against yours, and sheâs so warm, so alive, that you canât think of anything but how Nattyâs finally letting you in. How sheâs letting you make her whole.
But itâs too much. Nattyâs cunt, tight and wet, fucking you so slow itâs a fucking crime. Pinning you down, a butterfly on a board spread out, displayed, unable to do anything but take her sweet, sweet punishment. And sheâs whispering it in your ear, grinding down, rolling her hips, âFuck you. Fuck you for keeping this from me,â with every stroke.
Sheâs doing it on purpose, youâre sure of it. Driving you crazy, making you beg, making you want it more than youâve ever wanted anything in your life. Your hips jerk up to meet her, trying to speed things up, to get that friction you need, but Natty just pushes down on your shoulders, keeping you in place.
So you tell her, "This is fucking torture."
Natty just smirks, her hips never stilling. "Is it?" she asks, as if this all isnât intentional. Like she doesnât have some grand plan to ensure you never forget the things her cunt can do to you. "Do something about it then."
So, you do.
It takes more effort than youâll ever admit, but you break her grip on your wrists, grab her hips, and flip her over, sending her sprawling onto the bed, face down.
The squeal from her. Itâs music.
How her eyes go wide when you treat her like a ragdoll, how her tits juggle and bounce, smacking the mattress. And when you push down into her, slamming your hips into her ass, how she arches back into you, her back bowing like a fucking violin.
âYes!â She cries, fucking cheers into the mattress, like sheâs been waiting for thisâfor you to have had enough of her shit and take her without asking. âYes, yes, yesââ
You hover over her, throb inside her. "Is this what you fucking wanted?"
Natty sighs into the bedsheets, urging her hips against you, begging without words, begging for you to do more.
âYou want it rough, baby?â
âYeah,â Natty says, pushing back against you again, nodding immediately. âIf you can.â
Still with the provocations, unable to resist pressing at your buttons.
You grab her hair, yank it back so sheâs staring at you, force her to look at you. And you fuck her hard. Fuck her like youâve wanted to since the first time she walked into your life and decided to make it all about her.
You fill her with deep, long strokes, fill the room with the smacks of your hips colliding against her, of your cock thrusting into her cunt again and again.
She claws at the sheets, trying to find purchase, trying to push back against you. But youâre too strong, too desperate.
You pound into her, impale her with your cock, watch her face twist in pleasure, in pain. Youâre fucking her like youâre trying to break her, like she asked. Trying to solve herâhow hard can she take it, how deep, how fast.
But Natty wonât give you an answer, she just takes it allâevery inch, ever pump into her sopping wet cunt. Just grins and takes every bit of your need, your frustration. A bottomless pit of pleasure, begging for more with every whine, every little noise she makes thatâs not quite a scream but is so close that it rattles your brain.
And when you finally let go of her hair, Nattyâs licking her lips, and without even a care for what it does to you, she coaxes, âYou can do better.â
You donât know how she can talk right now, how she can even think with your cock so deep inside her, but something about the way she says it makes you want to test the limits of her ability to stay coherent.
But first, thereâs the problem of her ass.
âLetâs see about that,â you murmur, dragging your hand down her spine, feeling the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, and coming to a stop at her perfectly rounded ass. Itâs a masterpiece, a work of art, and youâve always had a bit of an artistâs soul.
You do what comes naturally.
A spank against Nattyâs ass. Hard, hard enough to make her yelp.
Againâanother slap, another yelp, louder, better.
You keep fucking her, keep spanking her, keep watching red bloom across her cheeks and Natty squirm underneath you. The whines get louder, her cunt gets wetter, but itâs still not enough to dull that smug look on her face.
âFuck yes,â Natty gasps, raises her ass, presenting it to you like a trophy for you to claim. âI always knew you had it in you.â
You grab her hips harder, your knuckles white, your hand a blur as it connects with her ass. Itâs so explicit, the sound of it in the quiet of Nattyâs apartmentâeach spank echoing through the room like a gunshot.
But Natty just takes it, her body jolting with each hit, her cunt tensing and tightening around you.
âGod, donât fucking stop,â Natty sputters, tears of pained pleasure leaking from the corners of her eyes. âYouâre using me so good.â
You lean down, kissing hard against her neck, branding her shoulder. You want her to feel you, to remember you. To not be able to ever feel remotely good again without first thinking of you.
"It's your fucking fault, Natty," you growl into her ear. "You drive me mad."
And she laughs, the sound vibrating through her body and going straight to your cock. "Good," she answers, "Good. Be mad. Be angry."
But youâre beyond that now, beyond the point of no return. All that you know is Nattyâs cunt, Nattyâs ass, Nattyâs moans, and Nattyâs grin that youâre aching to wipe off her face.
"Fucking hate me if you want," sheâs saying, and she canât seem to stop, "just donât stop fuckingâah!â
You nearly stop when you realise youâve finally done it. Finally left Natty out of breath, lost for words. A fucking miracle, reallyâthe kind that makes you feel like a fucking god.
It doesnât stop her cunt clenching around you, tight as a vice, because even now, Nattyâs got some kind of death grip pussy, and sheâs using it to fucking kill you.
You whisper in her ear, âYou like that?â
Her only response is a breathy, needy little whine, so you spank her again.
And again.
Her cunt tightens. Sheâs close, so close. You can feel it.
âYou like it when I use you, Natty?â
She nods, her eyes screwed shut, her mouth crying into the mattress, a mess of hair and sweat and utter bliss.
âSay it,â you demand, slapping her ass once more, watching as the pain ripples through her. âSay it.â
And Natty does, because sheâs a good little whore, because sheâs yours now. âYes, yes, I like it when you use me, when you fuck me like this, when itâs only about you, your cock, your needs, your pleasureââ
God, it feels good to hear her say it, but you still want more than just words. You want her to fucking scream it.
You make the bed shake, knock the headboard against her wall, itâs a competition of whatâs going to break firstâthe frame or her.
âThis cunt. Your cunt. Iâm going to use it. Fuck it whenever I want.â
But Natty catches you off guard, because thatâs what Natty does best. She opens her eyes, looks right into yours, and suddenly she has her voice again: âWhenever I want. Youâre going to fucking move in with me.â
You freeze. Your hand mid-spank. Your cock mid-thrust. It throws you entirely off, because, what the fuck?
"You're going to be my boyfriend now," Natty says, wrenching back control, fucking her ass back into you. Stating not asking, leaving no room for argument. "Move in with me, your place sucks anyway."
"You're out of your fucking mind," you start to protest, but she cuts you off with another squeeze of her cunt around you, and now sheâs the one fucking you, her hips rolling back and forth in this maddening, sinful way that has you biting down on your tongue to keep from shouting.
"Move in and just fuck me every day," she says, all light and airy, like itâs already been decided, like moments ago you didnât have her dead to rights. "Morning to night. It would be so fucking nice."
This is real, you know that for sure. Itâs not just something sheâs saying to get off, not another way to get under your skin. You know it in her voice, sheâs deadly serious and suddenly your mindâs racing.
"Come on," Natty purrs, punctuating each word with a slap of her ass against your waist, "You know you want it, why fucking wait?"
Sheâs not wrong. It makes too much fucking sense to deny. And yet, part of you still can't believe it. That Natty, the girl who's had countless men at her feet, could have any man at her feet, actually wants you. That Natty is underneath you now, eyes glossed over with need, mouth swollen from your kisses, ass cheeks flushed crimson from your palm.
"I'll take such good care of you, baby," she says, unaware that sheâs already completely won, unaware that her cunt already has you bending to her will. "Every day, every night.â
You can't help but nod. You're too consumed in her to do anything else. You just let go of everything. The fears, the doubt, the fucking logic.
And Natty says it, the three words that seal your fateâ"I'll love you," she cries out, "I'll fucking love you forever if you just keep giving me this fucking cock."
It's like the world stops, like everything you've ever wanted is right there in front of you, wrapped up in Natty's tight fucking body.
You're so close, so fucking close, that you can almost taste itâthe sweet release of your orgasm; giving in to Nattyâs unbelievably sensational cunt sleeving your cock, pulsing with each thrust, desperate to milk you dry.
Thereâs nothing left to do but give Natty wants. Fuck her, hammer into her so hard that youâre going to fuck a Natty-shaped hole into the mattress, fucking shatter her bedframe, and then keep drilling her straight through the floor.
And sheâs crying out your name, forgetting about everything that isnât you, isnât your cock, isnât the dream of your cum filling her to the brim and spilling out of her cunt every single day for the rest of your fucking lives.
âAre you close, baby? Are you going to cum for me? Please, give it to me, I need it so bad, I need it now, because I'm about to, about to, about toâ"
And then it happens.
Fucking destroys her.
It hits. A crescendo that peaks as you bottom out inside her, shaking her to the core. Her cunt spasms about you, her body rises off the bed as if youâre performing a fucking exorcism, and she screams your name so loud itâs only a matter of time before the neighbours come banging on her door.
"Oh my fucking god youâ"
Natty gushes around your cock, juices running down your shaft, your balls, and sheâs squirting. Oh god, sheâs squirting all over the fucking place.
Nattyâs body goes rigid, her back arching so much itâs like sheâs trying to fold in half, crying, sputtering these words that don't even make senseâuntil you realise she's speaking an entirely different fucking language.
Not that it matters, because you can tell what she's saying, read it in her body, in the way she's spurting and making a big fucking mess beneath your bodies. Whatever sheâs saying sounds utterly depraved, filthy and so, so good to your ears.
It keeps going and going, until she has enough sense to speak your language again, needing to make sure you hear it when she saysâ"fucking fill me, baby," she whimpers. "Give me everything, all your fucking cum."
And itâs your turn to be hitâlike a fucking freight train.
You're cumming, hard and fast and out of fucking nowhere. Your balls tighten, your cock throbs, and youâre flooding Nattyâs cunt.
Itâs biological, in every cell of your bodyâlike your entire being is coming undone, and the only thing holding you together is Natty, Natty, Natty.
Her body shaking beneath you, her cunt contracting around your cock as wave after wave of cum fills her up.
Sheâs so fucking tight, so fucking perfect, that you can feel every pulse of your orgasm, every drop of your cum spurting into her. You're not sure how long it lasts, how much you give her, but itâs enough to make your muscles shake, enough to knock the architecture right out of your limbs.
"So fucking good, so fucking good," Natty coos. "Fucking finally, finally filling me up so good."
Her moans a lullaby, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body with every syllable. You lean down, burying your face in the crook of her neck, your every inhale and exhale ragged as you try to catch your breath. Still twitching inside her, still releasing the last of your cum, and Nattyâs just lying there, her body limp, her eyes closed, basking in it all.
"So perfect," she keeps repeating, right up until the very end, âSo, so, perfect.â
You collapse on top of her, just lie there shivering together, your face next to hers. Sheâs got this look on her face, a victorious glow, and you just have to accept it. Yeah, sheâs won again, in devastatingly convincing fashion.
For a second, youâre both just thatâspent, exhausted, entirely drained. Like youâve just run a marathon. Or been in a fight. Or both.
Then Nattyâs got the nerve to stir, to kiss your cheek with the tenderness of a whisper. Lips softer than you thought possible, given how hard sheâs just been fucking you. And thatâs it, the moment your body decides itâs had enough of playing dead, enough of lying there like a sack of potatoes.
You roll over, bringing Natty with you, her body curling into yours like sheâs been made to fit there. Her head rests on your chest, her legs entwined with yours, and for a moment, you just hold her close.
It feels fucking right.
"Tomorrow," Natty sighs contentedly, her cheek finding home atop your heartbeat.
You blink. "Tomorrow?"
"Yeah, you're moving in tomorrow." Nattyâs deciding for you already, setting the dynamic for the rest of your future. Doing all this with her eyes still shut as she snuggles closer to you. "I'll hire the movers."
You sigh, the weight of the world and Natty's body both feeling surprisingly light. You think about the next few days, the weeks, the years even, with Natty. The idea is so ludicrous, so absurd, that it feels like a fever dream.
But as you hold her, feel her warmth, her unabashed, blatant satisfaction, something inside you shifts. A reframing of the concept of Natty that you hold in your head. The thought of her naked body in your bed, her laughter in your living room, her mess in your kitchenâit doesnât feel like an intrusion, it feels like home.
"Are you sure?" you ask. A little shaky, a little hopeful.
Natty opens one eye to look at you, a laugh playing on her lips. "Oh, you know I'm going to be the worst fucking roommate ever."
"Yeah, I can see that. But as long as you keep being the best fucking everything else..." Your words trail off into a whisper, your hand tracing idle patterns on her back.
And then she says it again.
"Youâre so fucking in love with me."
Natty kisses you hard, deep, her tongue sliding against yours. And you know, you fucking know, that she's right. You are desperately, entirely, so fucking in love with her, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
You laugh, the sound a little desperate, a little wild, and roll her again, pin her down again. A strange feeling rushes through your mind. Like youâre going to be repeating this exact same motion for the next hundred years. And somehow, that doesnât sound like the worst thought in the world.
Natty squeals, cheers, moans when you settle between her legs.
"Fuck you, Natty."
"Oh, baby," Natty giggles, reaching down between your legs, squeezing you. Once. Twice. Until you're filling her hand once more. "That's what I'm here for."
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i feel like my life is over
#I used to have so many dreams#u know I wanted to be a dancer?#like for real#I wanted to be in cats and go on broadway n shit#I donât have a sense of rhythm anymore#aometimes Iâm just like#what it did a loopty loop and pull and just. pulled a better card in the next life#I donât have a lot to lose but the things I do have are way more valuable than any dream I couldâve had#this donât make sense#but man donât I wonder sometimes#I donât rlly care abt what happens to me anymore but I do know that ppl want me to be around#it feels rlly cruel#knowing that they want me to suffer#but thatâs not what they see. it doesnât define me. so it hurts but itâs also sobering in a way#I often fee like im balancing my hatred for myself and my love for the people around me on a scale#my parents r old and once they die their opinions donât rlly matter anymore#my little brother doesnât need me but thatâs one less trauma . friends and my gf ofc know me. they know the closest to the real me#and some of them want me around. I donât ever wanna make anyone feel like I did#esp not cj. Itâs the fucked#up part of me that knows if I had to redo my life all over no changes at all just to meet them again I would#Iâd do it all again. so like. why waste that because#im a lil suicidy. ppl die everyday thatâs not quirky get a hobby me
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