#i just remember that from one time he manhandles the feral kitten

[darkhoneybrowneyes]

^^^this applies so well to ai di!!

kiseki: dear to me as text posts (1/?)

bonus:

[suna-reversed]

Somebody else

sukuna x reader/ yuuji x reader

wherein, your best friend takes over your lover’s body

decided to combine these two👀

(❤️=size difference)

Warnings/Tags- dub con, unprotected sex, creampie, manhandling, choking, nipple play, mirror sex, degredation, slapping (once), spit kink, size kink, oral (m.receiving), bulging, slight exhibitionism?, yandere themes heavily implied! (all characters are aged up‼️)

The arrangement, per say, was quite peculiar. But you somehow still managed to work it out, much thanks to Yuuji’s patience and his willingness to allow such a thing. 

You couldn’t remember when it started, perhaps it was your constant bickering with the mouth on Yuuji’s cheek or how it always seemed to show up whenever you were around, or perhaps it the time he saved your life during one particularly tedious mission, surprising everyone else.

Whatever it was, it had ended up making the king of curses grow a soft spot for you. Well, at least what would be considered soft for a curse. It was never acknowledged except for the one time you went to sleep in between tattooed arms and woke up to the face of your best friend staring intently at you, 

“It’s okay, as long as you’re happy.” He’d said. You didn’t pay much heed to why he hadn’t removed his body from yours. 

Time with Sukuna was scarce, most of it being when Yuuji would be too tired after a mission and involuntarily shift, leaving you alone in the hours of dusk with your lover, as he drove his lips all over your body, moaning filthy things in your ear as he rut into you- you could only hope your best friend was unconscious all throughout it. 

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You were on your knees in between Sukuna’s legs, taking as much of his huge girth down your throat as you could, your hands taking care of what your tongue couldn’t. Glancing up at him through your lashes, you don’t fail to miss the smug look on his face as you desperately whine around his cock. You know he’s just playing, god forbid he ever cums anywhere except for deep inside your cunt. 

“Begging for my cock already- how pathetic.” 

His voice is gravelly calm, sending a shiver straight down your spine. You whine once again as he slightly bucks his hips up, your mouth struggling to encompass his massive member. One of his hands comes to grip your hair, your moan coming out muffled against a mouth full of cock. 

“So desperate for it, aren’t you? Well, if you want it so bad you’d better start taking it-” He’s cut off with a groan, “Ah- shut up brat-” 

You somehow get the feeling that he wasn’t talking to you, but you don’t have much the time to ponder over it as the hand on your head starts pushing down urging you to start moving once again. 

“Fuck fuck- stop it! No-”

His voice is laced with genuine annoyance and you hurriedly pull yourself off of him, brows scrunched in confusion as you look up at him, wondering what you were doing wrong. 

The face that stares back at you however is chillingly unfamiliar, a cheshire grin spread across it which makes the marked face of your lover seem like it is of a madman. You’re thoroughly confused by Sukuna’s behaviour- you know he’s complex at times but you’re truly at a loss of comprehension this time. 

“Did I say that you could stop?” 

You instinctively shake your head, no words leaving your mouth as you remain stunned with his strange behaviour. 

His hand comes to caress your cheek, thumb moving to brush against your bottom lip,

“C’mere” he mumbles, and your body seems to move on it’s own, as you move your face close to his. The thumb on your bottom lip prods at your skin until you open your mouth and Sukuna brings his head to rest against yours- you’re too enchanted by the feral look in his eyes, gasping at the feeling of his saliva landing against the tip of your tongue. He presses your jaw shut with one hand as you struggle against it,

“Be a good girl and swallow it.” 

His commanding tone instantly has you doing so. You’ve never seen such a side to him, however, you can’t say that you mind it. His grip on your jaw loosens and you let him switch your positions- not like you could’ve fought against his raw strength. His muscular chest is pressed to yours as he pins you down beneath him, one large hand exploring the valley in between your legs, dangerously trailing close to right where you want it to be but never quite reaching there. 

“You like watching this huh?” 

Again, there’s a strange feeling in your gut, but it’s overpowered as two fingers land against your sensitive nub, lightly pinching it which makes you push your hips against his fingers, asking for more. 

A yelp escapes past your lips as he suddenly moves away, getting off the bed to stand at the edge. His cock stands tall against his stomach, tip still dripping with a mix of pre-cum and your spit from before. 

“Come here, slut.” 

You’re a little shocked at his words- used to getting spoiled with praise by this time of your rendezvous. Was he angry about something tonight? 

“No- I forbid you from leaving my arms.” He had said as you cuddled earlier in the night, making you laugh and slap his chest- which was exactly what led to where you were now. He seemed fine before- perhaps he just felt rougher tonight?

“Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.” 

He growls out loud, snapping you out of your daze. You’re instantly crawling towards him, looking up at him with a mixture of both need and confusion as you wonder what he’s up to. A hand comes down to wrap around your throat, his breath right next to your ear as he leans forward, 

“Next time-” the grip on your throat tightens, “...you listen when I tell you something.” You weakly nod your head, sighing as he pulls away. 

Smack!

The burn on your cheek stings, making tears well up in the corner of your eyes- you look up, only to find yourself staring into a pair of orbs in between crinkled eyes, a smirk resting atop his lips- you almost feel guilty for the arousal that pools in between your legs. 

“Now now, let’s show you what a proper fuck is.” 

You’re being picked up, strong hands coming to knead the flesh of your ass as he walks you two over to the full length mirror in the corner of the room. Before you know it, he’s sitting you down on the chair in front of your vanity table, turning you around so that you’re met with the reflection of your legs spread over his thighs, his cock rubbing against your soaking pussy. 

You throw your head back against his chest as one of his hands moves forward to play with your clit, the other twisting and pinching your nipples. You’re grinding against his wet cock as he increases the pace of his fingers, moaning profanities as his teeth dig into your neck. You feel your orgasm building up, the tight coil in your stomach getting close to bursting and right as you’re there-

“No!” You cry out loud. 

Your eyes meet in the mirror and you’re slightly thrown off by the bewildered expression on Sukuna’s face- almost guilt filled and panicked- his hands completely positioned away from your body. 

“No please- don’t stop- need you filling me up so bad please.” You beg out loud, tears falling down your eyes, the ripples of your ripped away orgasm still pulsing through your body. 

And just like that, it’s gone, and the hunger-filled eyes are back. 

“Oh, she said she wants it- who am I to deny such a precious little thing?” 

You don’t have the time to register his words as strong arms lift you up, positioning his huge cock against your slick heat. You moan at the contact, still sensitive but needy as you clench your eyes in pleasure. 

“Do you know you look real pretty when you cry?” 

Your mind is too fuzzy from the feeling of his tip stretching your insides to respond. A hand comes to your jaw- angling it forward,

“Come on, look at how my cock stretches your tight little hole- how you gush around it like a desperate whore.” You find your eyes opening out of their own accord and almost moan at the sight you’re met with.

His enormous length is almost halfway inside you, the base of his shaft glistening with your dripping juices as your tiny hole struggles to fit all of him in. One of his arms is protectively wrapped around your waist, pushing down against the bulge starting to form on your stomach while the other kneads your tits, pressing them together, pulling your nipples every now and then. His scarlet orbs hold a wild look from where they glance up at you, his face bowed down, teeth biting into your neck. He makes sure you see him smirk against your skin as he pushes himself up deeper into you making you cry out loud. He starts bouncing you up and down on his cock, moving your body like a rag doll as the air is filled with both of your loud groans and grunts.

Yuuji would argue that he’s dreamed about this for weeks- almost months- perhaps from the first time he laid eyes upon you. All those times he had to watch your body underneath his- only to barely be able to feel you, your saccharine moans hitting his ears and him not being the reason for it- it pissed him off beyond reason. He thrusted his hips harder into you, the hand on your tits moving down to rub circles onto your clit. 

“Ah fuck- I’m close.”

That’s right- you were moaning for him now. More than you ever had for the stupid curse. Did he ever fill you up this well? Always handling you like you were as fragile as glass- when this is how a real whore like you wants to get fucked. He feels pride swell in his chest as he hears you crying about how big he is, how well he’s filling you up, how it’s too much- but you’re still crying for him to fill you up aren’t you? All while the king of curses sits back and watches helplessly. 

He feels your walls clamp down on him, your frail little body compared to his thrashing from the overstimulation of pleasure as he continues to fuck you through your climax. He finds his own pleasure not too later, spilling inside you with a loud moan, grinning at the sight of you all fucked out in the mirror- his seed dripping out of your hole as he pulls you up, turning you around so that you’re facing him. Your head falls against his chest, arms coming around his neck- the audacity you have- no, you don’t get to do this shit with him after all the years he took care of you- all the years he spent loving you- only for you to go ahead and open your legs the second a pathetic man with tattoos and a silver tongue showed up. 

“You didn’t think we were done did you?” 

You’re still too exhausted from your previous feat, almost clawing at his body heat being pulled away from you as you’re manhandled onto your knees on the floor. Your pleas are shut down with a single stern look from him- apparently puppy eyes weren’t gonna work on him tonight like they usually do. 

“I’m gonna make sure every single part of your body is covered with my cum by the time I’m done with you. Now suck.” 

Who were you to deny him? Especially when he kept his word, fucking into you all over the bedroom, spilling his load onto your tits, ass, face- everywhere. You were so tired by the end of the night, you didn’t notice how he didn’t run a bath for you or stroke your hair while pressing kisses to marks he’d littered your neck with like always. Instead, the last thing you saw was his back as he walked out the room- did it not have tattoos? You didn’t remember it the next day as you clocked out. 

The next few days are strange- with no sighting of your lover. You assume it’s because Yuuji’s busy with training or missions. That is until you meet him in the cafeteria. 

“y/n! Good morning!” He greets you cheerfully, and you feel a little guilty for wishing he wasn’t in such high spirits- hoping he’d have been tired enough for you to get some time with Sukuna.

“Hey, where have you been?” You ask while leaning into his side hug. Just for the matter of a second, you think you notice a feral look flashing through his eyes- gosh, how much had you missed Sukuna to have to be imagining such a thing. Yuuji is still speaking, his usual happy grin on his face,

“...no worries though, I’ll make sure you get your time with your grumpy big cat.” Your heart warms at your best friend’s considerate offer, knowing his time is limited and he still chooses to give it to you.

“Thank you so much Yuuji! Have I ever told you how grateful I am to have you as a friend?”

“It’s no problem y/n!” He says, ruffling your hair, “As long as you’re happy…”

You do not understand why Sukuna refuses to enter your room that day- insisting you shift somewhere else- or why he refuses to even touch any part of your body where he himself had left marks upon- or why there’s an air of jealousy and possessiveness to him as he bends you over the couch, hands tied behind your back while he ruts into you like an animal in heat, promises of fucking you better than ever before being grunted into your ear.

Taglist- @bakugohoex @mahitochan @saturnmoon @lilshortcakess @itsyaboiana @p-each-y-day @osmosly @jotazinha @captainmads2092 @laura-marie-16 @tsuki-kusa

Thanks to my masochist baby @bakugohoex for helping with the idea🙄🙄 no I’m not killing the reader❤️

[whatiswhump]

Love your work, would love a piece about being caught self-harming, taken to hospital and a sucide watch. Need more psych whump in my life!!

Content Warning for: Forced nudity (nonsexual), mandhandling, forced drugging, mention of self unaliving attempt

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He didn’t- he wasn’t trying to do that. Of course, he wasn’t.

… but he also couldn’t remember…

Not that he would tell them that, that would be an excuse to keep him here, locked up.

No, he wouldn’t tell them anything. That way he could go home.

“Alright, let’s take it easier this time, if I unstrap you, are you going to fight me again?”

Leo only glared back. The man in white, an orderly or nurse or something, was speaking slowly like he was a child. Although maybe the term feral kitten would suit the situation better. There had been some blood when they brought him in, something he took minor satisfaction in. The problem was that he had just as much control over the situation as a small stray being held by the scruff of his neck. To say it was humiliating would be an understatement.

“Are you gonna answer me? I know you’re lucid again. The sedative I jabbed in your ass a few hours ago doesn’t last long.”

He could feel his cheeks burning at the thought of being manhandled onto the bed earlier. Dragged in by the police, pinned to the ground, and sedated before multiple men carried him like a rag doll to where he was now.

The door opened and another slightly chubbier man in white entered. Maybe the hospital mistook his weight for muscle when they hired him, as clearly they didn’t employ anyone for intellect here.

“How’s he settling in? The doc wants a chat.”

“Not sure yet, I think this one’s gonna be an asshole.”

The second one warmed up a sweet saccharine smiled and turned his attention to him, “You gonna be a problem for us, little guy? You couldn’t even finish the job, can’t imagine there’s much fight in you.”

“I wasn’t trying to-” He stopped himself before more spilled out in bitter frustration.

“Oh, so he does speak.” The first one chuckled.

“You know… I agree, this one’s gonna be a pain. You hear how he broke the cop’s nose? I say we wait to clean him up until after the doc takes a look, that way we can tranq him first.”

“Hear that, buddy? You’re earning yourself another trip to la la land before the showers.”

The two men chuckled and one patted his leg. He had been glaring at the corner since he stopped himself from speaking, unwilling to look up at their derisive expressions. At the touch, he twitched, but embarrassingly, he had nowhere to go, not when he was strapped to the bed like he was.

“A little skittish too, you may be fun after all.”

The two men left talking about a baseball game and Leo clenched his eyes tight and whipped his head to the side in anger and futility. There was no pillow to burrow his face into however, at-risk patients were apparently not given pillows.

The door clicked open again. Leo wearily opened his eyes, bracing for the obnoxious onslaught of the orderlies again.

“Hello there, Leopold,” It wasn’t the men in scrubs this time, it was a greying man in a blue shirt and subtly coordinated patterned tie. All finished off with a white doctor’s coat.

Ah, so the interrogator was here.

He waited politely for a moment in expectation of a response but when none came he went ahead and entered the room fully.

“I’m Dr. Burke, I’ll be conducting your entrance interview.”

He pulled up a chair from the edge of the tepidly colored room. He didn’t seem bothered or annoyed by Leo’s silence. Which was irritating in itself.

“I’m afraid we can’t remove the restraints yet, would you mind if I raise your bed so you can sit up for our conversation?”

He conceded it would be nicer not to crane his neck from where he was pinned, “Um, sure… thanks.”

The man reached for the remote and smiled for a moment when he made eye contact again with him as the bed geared into place with a start.

Then he settled himself in his own chair with a clip board and pen.

Leo wondered if there was already anything written. A bracelet had made its way onto his wrist while he was too delirious to function in the last few hours. He could feel it, couldn’t read it though. What kinds of things did they write on those sorts of things? What did they already know?

In embarrassment, he realized the doctor had paused to observe for a moment. He blinked a few times and cleared his throat. He was still groggy from the… events.

“So, Leopold, you were delivered to us on the suspicion of intent to self-harm, suicide, to be exact. Would you like to tell me about this?”

He had told himself he wouldn’t speak, but he should at least make clear he wasn’t suicidal, right?

“I wasn’t trying to commit- to- hurt myself.” He bit back.

The doctor glanced down at his clipboard again before looking back up, “What would you say you were doing then?”

Fuck. He didn’t have any idea what he was doing. He hadn’t even been drinking. He had only just come to when the grips of multiple men were on him in the front drive of the hospital. He had been screaming and there were cuffs on his wrists and ankles. The reminder of this made a deep and heavy feeling settle into his chest.

The doctor saw the hesitation, “Do you not want to talk about it?”

He took the opportunity and shook his head no, a slight glare still holding his face.

“... Do you remember what happened?”

Shit. How had he read that? What did this man know?

“-I remember what happened. I just- I just don’t need to explain myself. It’s ridiculous that I’m here.”

“So it’s ridiculous that you assaulted multiple officers after they removed you from the bridge that you were standing on the edge of?”

Leo could feel his spine go cold, he had been close to jumping off a bridge?

“Is it also ridiculous that you repeatedly hit your head against the patrol car window to the point of injury in transport?”

Was that why he had a splitting headache?

“The nurse also found serious injuries on the rest of your body, some old, with many new, including considerable bruising. Perhaps you could tell me about that? Because this isn't all from the scuffle with the police.”

He couldn’t tell him about that. Definitely not.

He was beginning to feel nauseous.

“Leopold, it is in your best interest to speak with me. We are not out to get you and you are not in trouble. Whatever is going on, you can tell us.”

He definitely could not. Not if he wanted to get out of here.

“If you’re not ready yet, that’s fine. But you are being held for a 72-hour hold under suicide watch. And nothing will improve if you don’t cooperate.”

Dr. Burke scribbled something onto the clipboard. Then stood and knocked on the door.

To Leo’s annoyance, the studs in white reappeared.

“Jackson and Chad are going to get you settled now. When you’re ready to speak, a staff member will be there to listen.”

He moved to leave but then paused and looked back to Leo who was still glaring from the bed.

“And I know this is scary, Leopold, but you’ll be alright. We’re here to help.”

The doc smiled a bit of a tired smile and left.

Leo switched his attention to the assholes in white, ready to take the combative… with whatever they wanted to do.

“How’d it go with the doc, little man? He fix you yet?”

“This one has too many anger issues for that. It’s gonna be a longer stay than 72 hours, I’ll tell you that.”

A little panic lit in his chest at that comment. They could keep him longer than 72 hours?

“Oh look, he’s scared. Just realizing you might be in trouble now?”

Leo scowled, “The only thing I’m worried about is spending another second with you two, I can feel my IQ decreasing every time one of you opens your mouth.”

One of them, maybe Chad, scowled back for a second, irritated that the new patient had a tongue.

“Well just wait until I give you the happy juice then, you won’t even be able to keep from pissing yourself,” Jackson had been preparing something out of eyeshot and now returned with a smile and a syringe in hand.

Chad moved forward wordlessly and put his hands on Leo’s side. He immediately began to squirm.

“Fuck you! Don’t bring that near me, I’m warning you-”

But Jackson was unbothered, he flicked the vial and waited a moment for Chad to apply a little more pressure so Leo would still.

His hands dug into a bruise and Leo involuntarily yelped. Jackson took the moment to sink the syringe into the muscle of his thigh.

"Just know this could be avoided if you weren't combative."

Very quickly the two men blurred and then multiplied into doubles so there were now four of them. They began to undo the restraints but his limbs had become leaden.

Leo thought he might puke but when he tried to say this, all that came out was a groan.

“Don’t worry, little man, we’re taking you to the spa, five-star resort facilities, you’re gonna love it.”

He was moving but the world was also somersaulting and transforming around him. Then he felt cold, he realized one pair of hands on him were holding him up while another pair were guiding the last article of clothing, his boxers, off of him.

He tried to pull the hands off of him.

“Nuh, uh- it’s shower time buddy. Gotta wash that smell off you. God when was the last time you showered?”

Cold water hit him like a brick. He tried to move but hands held him in place. Quickly the water began to warm but then something rough was hurting him.

“That’s a good boy, gotta get scrubbed down by the brush on the intake shower.”

The water went between back and forth between tepid and cold and by the time it shut off he was shaking.

Hands made him stumble over to a bench where a rough towel covered his head and started to be violently rubbed into him. Leo shrunk so his shoulders caved in. Nothing in his head was working. He couldn’t remember where he was or why this was happening.

“Gown for him right?”

“Yeah, orders to go to Suicide Watch.”

“Okay, bring his arms up. Uh-huh, there you go, good boy. Better this way right? No longer angry, huh?”

Leo didn’t know who the voice was talking to. Then he was stumbling again with hands on both arms and bare feet.

“If he stays, his hair will hafta be cut.”

Someone grunted in agreement.

Something clicked and then he was being put on the ground, it was soft.

“Okay, nappy time. Sleep tight little man. When you wake we have more fun things for you.”

Leo felt wetness on his face. He wrapped his arms around himself to stop shaking. A door closed and he heard a sob. At one point he realized it might’ve been him crying.

Then his eyelids grew as heavy as his limbs and the dreams returned.

[huihuiheart]

Kinktober D9: Listen Closely - Felix

Pairing: Felix x f!Reader

Warnings: Sensory play/deprivation, dom! Felix, like I’d say he gets a bit feral in this....., overstimulation, brat taming, bondage, Felix is just straight up a little shit in this, teasing, sex toys, sir kink (just to mix things up), angry sex? (kinda he’s a little pissed at the brattiness, but he also loves it so...take that however you want), Felix calls the reader kitten, dirty talk, light degradation, masturbation, spanking,mentions of squirting, implied sex (once again I gotta be a little shit and stop before we get to the good part, I’m just in a mood rn I guess).

Word Count:2,042

Tag List: @hyunsungcore​ 

You’d been caught red handed too many times at this point and you knew there would be consequences for it. If Felix wasn’t intending to intervene yet though, then it didn’t really matter to you. You planned on wholly misbehaving until Felix actually took action. Though there was an eerie amount of patience being displayed by Felix, not usually one to show restraint for so long, especially when you were misbehaving. Yet after two weeks of finding you touching yourself while listening to his voice through your phone, he hadn’t touched you at all. At least not other than chase kisses and some cuddling, and you’d fucking had it. You were ready to resort to begging if necessary, prepared for any punishment of his. You just couldn’t do without him any longer. Which is how you ended up in this position, with a vibrator between your legs and a playlist you made of Felix’s deep voice filling the room....again, just like every night this week. When you finally tore your eyes open again they met Felix’s figure leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed with a smirk.

“How did I guess that this would be what I found when I came home?” Felix’s tone is teasing as he moves to walk over to the foot of the bed for a closer look now that he knows you caught him staring.

“Hm...I have no idea.” You retort coyly before getting your own smirk as you decide to taunt back, “I’m gonna guess that you’re going to run off to the studio for some made up work now though, just like you did every other night. Let me guess...you’re afraid you can’t satisfy me as well as some little toy can sir?”

The way Felix’s face scrunched and eyes closed as he tried to control himself brought you more satisfaction than you expected. It was good to know the amount of control you still had over him though, especially when you decided to push his limits by condescendingly using the honorific he liked so much. When Felix finally meets your gaze again his eyes have darkened with lust and just enough anger that you knew there was no way he was going to leave you to get away with that tonight, which was exactly what you were hoping for.

Felix chuckles, “You know I’ve noticed how you seem to love getting off to my voice kitten. So every time that I left for the studio because of your little stunts it was to work on a special part of your punishment. Lucky for you I just finished it and brought it home though.”

You brows furrowed in confusion as you looked at him, “You worked on something there alone?” 

Felix nods with another deep laugh, “I did, didn’t think you’d want other people hearing what I made just for you.....told the guys I wanted to play around with some things for experience.” 

“Think they bought it?” You raise a brow knowing how hard it was to get away with stuff around the guys.

“For the most part, there was a little slip and someone may have found one of the clips I recorded..” Felix admits with a soft shrug, not too bothered by it.

“Let me guess....Chris?” You laughs a little as he nods in answer, “Well show me what you did then.”

Felix licks his lips, “Oh I intend to kitten, but first...what was that you said about me thinking I couldn’t satisfy you as good as some toy?...Maybe we should put that to the test tonight too? Only I’m in control now.” 

Felix snatches the vibrator out of your hands before you can argue and turns it off laying it aside, before going to the bedside table to get out some black ties. Your hands tied to the bed above your head first before moving down to your feet and tapping your ankles, urging you to spread your legs for him next. Tying each to one side of the bed, keeping you spread open for him. You can only watch as he settles the vibrator between your legs again, someplace he knows it will sit no matter what, before he’s pulling out headphones to place near the one remaining tie. 

“I think we should give the vibrator the best chance possible, don’t you?” Felix mocks slightly, “Make it so you imagine it’s me making you feel that good. Wouldn’t that be nice?” 

“Sir, I just want you.” You counter whimpering softly only for Felix to tsk you softly.

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have misbehaved so much kitten, you wanna be a little brat? Then I’ll treat you like a little fucking brat.” Felix growls out at you before he’s tying the remaining fabric around your eyes, the headphones next. Felix pressing play the same time he click the vibrator on low. 

“My little kitten thinks she’s so smart huh? Touching herself to the sound of my voice like it’s gonna get you something, well every time I find you like that this is what you’re gonna get kitten....you get to hear me touching myself to the thought of you instead of getting what you actually want.” 

Felix’s deep voice was already fucking with you through the speakers and then he had to go and add this to it. His deep moans and the way he’d grunt out little desires that filled his head as he got himself off through the headphones, about how sore he’d be sure to make your ass, how he’d manhandle you so easily due to how desperate you’d be just to cum around his cock, the way he’d feel stretching you out again. All of it almost unbearable at this point, having your vision cut off and the audio he recorded playing for you letting your mind run wild. Imagining him recording it while touching himself, then thinking about each of the things his smoky voice reminded you of or gave you thoughts about suddenly, until you had a small realization. You’d never seen Felix leave you like this....and you knew it he was at least within earshot in case a safe word was used. He heard each sound that left your mouth, even if you barely could in your current state and more likely than not he was watching and getting off to you right now too. You came once to the sound of him cumming, a low growly moan filling your senses. You weren’t done yet though as Felix moves to turn the vibrator up to the next level, as the audio kept going.

“Really kitten? Two days in a row? You’re gonna be that much of a little brat? And here I thought I’d trained you better than that. Oh well....I guess I’ll just be cumming in my hand instead of your tight little cunt again, and you won’t even be able to have a taste.”

Felix drank in your whines, not caring if it was from his taunting in the audio or from the overstimulation that the vibrator was putting you through. You’d challenged him and now you’d have to pay the price for it. You barely made it through the second recording, not without cumming twice more though. Felix turning the toy down again and gently rubbing over your quaking thighs, showing a small bit of mercy knowing you still had three more recordings to get through.

“Well day three hmm? Maybe I should have stuck around longer, could have counted up all your pretty little moans. Given you a spanking for each one. I’m sure you find this a lot more fun though, don’t you kitten? Unless....you’re ready to admit how much you love when I spank your pretty ass?” 

You feel the way your slick spreads making even more of a mess out of you and the sheets, knowing Felix knew just how much you loved spankings even if you wouldn’t fess up to that. That’s also how you recognized the fact that he mentioned the spankings on purpose. If he wanted to play though, you’d play.

“Are you counting my moans now sir? Is it gonna earn my a good spanking?” You mock, earning you a swift slap to your thigh in warning. Nothing too painful, just a little tingling sting to remind you who was in control right now. Felix rewarding the moan you make in reaction to it by turning the vibrator up a few settings. The toy drawing two more orgasms from you before the third day was done, there were two days left before you’d actually get what you wanted all week and yet Felix had already brought you to your climax five times, making you more and more sensitive. 

“Have you really not caught on to the fact that I have something big planned or are you just trying to rile me up more and more kitten?....you’ll learn after this experience pretty kitty, you’ll come crawling to me every time that desperate little pussy gets wet. At the very least you’ll know not to break this rule again....unless you want me to break you kitten.”

The growl building in Felix’s raspy voice only grows with each recording as he get more and more pissed off by your bratty disobedience and refusal to ask for what you want. Well that coupled with the fact that each day his hand was less and less satisfying compared to what he knew he’s left back at home. Your soaked cunt and bratty attitude, the one that makes him want to fuck you through the mattress every time it decides to make an appearance. Felix’s patience only winning out due to the fact that he knew how rewarding it would be punish you like he was right now. A perfect build up to what both of you had been anticipating all week long, coming down from your sixth high as the fifth recording finally begins.

“You’re about to be a very lucky kitty. I have a feeling I get the same welcome home tomorrow as I got all week, but I’m still going to give you what you want kitten. Only if you take you punishment like a good girl though, if not....well than maybe we’ll have to play this game a little longer....when you finally decide to behave for me though. Remember to thank sir for everything he so generously gave you kitten.”

Your relieve at finally being onto the final day is short lived though as Felix turns the vibrator all the way up now, wanting to push you over the edge as many times as he could before that final recording was over. Achieving three, before the day was over and he’s turning the vibrator off. Easing you back to reality one thing at a time; the vibrator first, then removing the headphones to whisper a few soft praises to you as he unties the blindfold. Next comes the blindfold, followed by him carefully untying you from the bed. His hands gently soothing over your form.

“You did so well kitten, made such a pretty little mess of yourself all for me.” Felix’s voice is still deep with lust, but its a little softer for the moment, “Still want the reward I promised you kitten?” 

“Don’t tell me you actually think I’m going to call it a night before we even get started.” You lick your lips smirking softly as your eyes rake over his form. While watching you he’d stripped to stroke himself, the tip of his cock an angry red and leaking precum, the rest slicked with a mix of his arousal and spit.

“I see there’s still some of that bratty mouth left kitten.” Felix chuckles eyes darkening again as his hands grips your hips.

“There certainly is sir. Why don’t you show my what you’re gonna do about it.” You taunt only for him to flip you over onto your hands and knees before you realize what’s even happening. Felix leaning forward, lips brushing your ear and cock flush against your ass, a smirk playing on his lips. 

“I guess it’s a good thing that I really did count all your moans tonight kitten, your ass will have a lot to be grateful for and besides that....I wanna see you squirt before I'm through with you.”

[impishnature]

Stray Feelings

AO3 Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: G

A/N: Thanks anon! I hope you enjoy this <3 Also I think the prompt speaks for itself. Theres Feral!Ford and there’s fluffy animals.

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Stan wasn't meant to be gone this long.

There was a strange atmosphere around the Shack as Ford paced, quick sharp steps and tapping fingers. Stan had a routine. He may not realise it but he did. Through the week he probably knew; get up, get dressed, work, go out on the porch to relax or in front of the TV if the weather was rough, sleep, rinse and repeat. That was simple, it made sense and Ford could integrate himself easily enough. At the weekend, or on days off, it was calmer and things could change if he only asked, Stan happy to jump at the chance to spend time together. But certain things were always the same, Stan got up, made himself a warm drink and sat on the porch for half an hour before coming in to make them both a breakfast that set off the rest of the day.

Only.

Stan hadn't come inside yet.

And deep down there was a voice laughing at him that it was nothing, that Stan was just taking his time and that was that. It was his day off, he was allowed, he didn't have to jump to Ford's whims and fancies.

But the much louder voices were the ones that itched to check up on him, to make sure he hadn't gone past the barrier or done something equally reckless. The alarm bells that clogged up his throat and set his heart racing so that he couldn't call out and get him to come back inside. It wasn't like Stan to deviate, he was a creature of habit and kept himself to himself, straying from the pattern set off too many warning signals for him to ignore.

And so he paced.

And the time Stan took outside stretched and stretched.

Until the 'what ifs' and awful cackling laughter got too much and he propelled himself at the door, brain ready and expecting a threat.

"Jesu- Sixer!"

The door cracked against the wooden wall and Stan yelped like he'd shot at him.

Ford blinked, the light outside blinding in it's intensity as he scouted for a threat in the distance, too amped up to wait for them to adjust. He could feel Stan in his peripheral, stumbling up from the floor and it only added to his anxious, heightened senses.

What was he doing down there?

"Easy, Ford, what's going on? What's happened?" 

Ford frowned, finally turning to him as he groaned and stood up properly. He darted to his side, lifting him up and depositing him into the porch chair to another disgruntled yelp at his manhandling. Had he fallen? Why hadn't he called out for me?

Stan slapped his fluttering hands away, gently but still frustrated. "Sixer, I'm fine! Just tell me what's happened." His eyes were soft, searching Ford's face as he loomed above him. "I can't help if you don't tell me, Ford. Breathe." 

"I-I-" Ford stared back at him, head tilting ever so slightly. It was easier to breathe now that it was obvious Stan was OK, and that meant the words flowed just that little bit easier. "You- uhm-" 

And suddenly everything felt that much more childish and unnecessary.

The laughing, cackling voice from before suffocating the paranoid voices.

Paranoid.

"Nothing. Doesn't-"

"Oi. Don't do that. Whatever it is, it matters." 

But did it really?

He didn't want Stan to worry about him more than he already did.

"Ford."

But perhaps that ship had already sailed.

"I- that is-" Ford huffed, scrubbing at the back of his neck as he stood up. "You were taking longer than usual."

Stan raised an eyebrow, though there was a strangely sheepish tilt to his mouth that he couldn't quite hide. "O-oh?"

"You usually, uhh, you tend to only stay out here for a little while-"

Understanding dawned on his brother's face and Ford's heart sank guiltily. "Or I tell you if I'm going somewhere, don't I? Shoot, sorry. I just lost track of time."

"No, no." Ford held up his hands. "I still overreacted."

Stan shrugged, an apologetic smile still on his face. "Well, perhaps next time I lose track of time, you'll remember this time."

Ford tried to smile back but he knew it wasn't fully working from Stan's expression. "Hopefully."

"Or you could always join me- maybe with less fanfare next time." Stan's smile turned more mocking, a sibling grin beginning to stretch from ear to ear.

Ford groaned. "Don't give me that look. But yes, next time, I'll- do my best to just check on you."

Stan shrugged. "Suit yourself. It's very calming out here in the mornings." 

Ford stared at him for a few moments. He'd always assumed this was Stan's quiet time, away from the world, away from- well, him as well. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Good." Stan's face brightened, as if he'd just won an argument before his face fell again and suddenly he began searching at his feet. "Shoot. Wait, where'd it go?"

"...Stan?"

Ford watched as Stan almost forgot he was there, head snapping to him for a second before going back to his search. "Oh, right, well I did say I lost track of time. I kind of got distracted." He started making a strange noise with his mouth, soft clicks and pursed lips. It was a sound Ford was sure he'd heard before, but given all of his travels, everything had become jumbled together into a mix of signals, either angry or pleasant. This one came under the pleasant category at least, though his hackles still raised ever so slightly at the thought of another creature being on their porch that he hadn't even noticed.

He stayed silent, watching Stan's shoulders lock up even as he continued his hunt.

"So, right- this little thing came padding up to me while I was sat here. And I was going to come in and talk to you! But  I didn't know what your thoughts were on strays and the like... so I was trying to come up with a good way to broach the subject and-"

He was starting to get agitated, and Ford couldn't have that. 

It felt like he'd started this downward spiral.

"Slow down." Stan flinched and Ford hated it. "I didn't mean- just tell me calmly-"

A soft mew punctuated both of their words.

Ford watched as Stan leaned over as far as he could, a little pink nose peeking out from under the porch seat. 

"There you are!" 

He placed his hand within reaching distance, the little nose sniffing at his fingers before warily popping a whole head out and glancing up at Ford with worried eyes and downwards ears.

Ahh. He'd spooked it.

He squatted down beside the seat, hoping to appear smaller and less threatening, as the small creature shimmied it's way out of it's hiding spot and rubbed against Stan's hand, still watching him carefully. It was a skinny little thing, he could almost see ribs, but it seemed happy enough at the attention Stan was doting upon it. It was grey, though he was unsure on how much of that was dirt versus actual colouration, with short tufted little whiskers and big ears that it had yet to grow into. It mewed at him again, tiny teeth making their presence known as big brown eyes continued to stare at him. 

"See? It's just a kitten." Stan's face was locked onto the little thing as if it were Mabel at her cutest. One of his fingers was big enough to scritch it's chin and it seemed happy to sit there and bask in the attention. "It stumbled out of the woods when it heard me. Even fell over half way along the trail like the kids did sometimes when they were too excited to just walk." He cooed at it ever so softly, Ford wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't heard it. "And- I don't-" He frowned, eyes darting to Ford. "Guess I've always had a thing about looking after strays."

Ahh.

Ford could understand that.

After everything, he could see Stan doing that.

Besides, as much as he had to fend for himself in his travels, and his hardships had been innumerable, sometimes you just couldn't resist helping someone or something else in need as well, regardless of the danger it put you in.

Ford put his hand out slowly to the kitten, extending the olive branch and waiting patiently for it to accept or reject him. It at least looked curiously at him from behind Stan's hand. "What were you worried about?"

Stan swallowed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I-I dunno. I mean, it is your house and your rules so. I guess I was scared you'd say no and I'd have to try and hide this little one on the porch so I could still feed 'em."

Ford was mildly offended. "It's our house." Stan looked at him strangely at that. Oh, had he never actually said it before? "It is." 

Stan continued to stare before his smile widened again. "Alright, it's our house. But that still means it has to be a joint decision on looking after this little one until we find it a good home."

"Hmm..." Ford gave the kitten a joking once over as it slowly plodded over to him. "I mean it doesn't seem like a threat."

Stan snorted, Ford grinning along with him as he achieved what he'd hoped. "I swear to god if I find you running tests..."

"Well, you can never be too sure." Ford continued to smile as a cold, wet nose hit his finger, but his eyes trailed over to a little wonky tail and skinny legs. "Though I think any tests would be to check how healthy this little guy is."

"There's a vet for that."

"I'm better than a vet."

Ford could feel the eye roll he received but his focus was fixated on the little creature that was now too filled with curiosity to be cautious. It sniffed his hand, and then his coat, continuing up until both front paws were on his knees and a little face was stretching up to sniff his. He leaned down, letting the small creature continue its ministrations, scoping him out in a way that made him oddly proud but also oddly protective of the little child that didn't seem to understand that he could also be a threat.

He scooped the little thing up, pulling it into his chest. There was a soft yelp and more searching eyes as Stan started to tell him off but then the kitten relaxed, curling up into his arms against his chest. His heart was still beating fast from the earlier worries and the strange conversation but as the kitten relaxed against him, he could feel the tension easing.

It evaporated entirely when a soft purr emanated from the tiny body, slipping into his chest and warming him from the inside out. 

"We're keeping them."

Stan beamed, fist pumping ever so slightly like they were teenagers again. "Yes! I'll go out later and grab some food and see if anyone's looking for a kitten-"

"No."

Stan paused. "What?"

"We're keeping them." 

And with that Ford stood up, kitten still in hand and walked into the house, happily rejoicing at the peace the small creature was giving him as it purred in his grasp.

He heard an exasperated and confused voice behind him as Stan tried to catch up. "...Well, alright then. Guess that's that decided-"

He was sure Stan wouldn't mind.

After all, it had been his idea in the first place to look after the stray.

And they both knew deep down that once you were family to Stan, that was it for life.

He could pretend all he wanted, he'd have never been able to give the kitten up once he was attached to it.

And Ford was pretty sure from his earlier arguments and that fond expression he'd worn that it had already happened.

Yeah, he was sure Stan would forgive him.

[okiekp13]

To the Stars 10

I want to say sorry folks for the long ass wait; I have recently moved and could not find the teime to write like I wanted too. Please enjoy!

Chapter 10

Hushed voices reached your ears; it was warm you noticed, no longer were you out in the snow. However, the dull ache and pains from being tossed from your shuttle like a rag doll were still present. You could feel blankets that weighed heavily on top of you; it was getting hot under them making you sweat. Try as you might move it was a feeble effort; barely able to crack open an eye you could see the blurry silhouettes of two people talking but couldn’t make them out.

“It is nostalgic having you home Jimin, and to bring such galactic garbage with you too.” A woman’s curt tone reached your ears.

“Eomma I took care of them didn’t I? Besides, they were following her; she had been a bit reckless to save Jungkook.”

“You wish to scold her when she wakes after she put her life on the line to save his sorry self? He should have been more vigilant and protected her; when will you boys stop acting like children and protect your own?” The woman spoke hotly.

“Eomma...we are all safe now that's all that matters.”

“When were you going to mention she is your mate?”

“I...uh...well.”

“Mmhmm thought so. She will come around soon; go look after the human before he has a heart attack.” The woman ushered him out.

If you had the strength you would have smiled at the exchange; you were safe and that lifted a great weight off your chest. Yoongi must have been worried sick you thought; you would have to get up soon to see him...yet the warmth and weight of the blankets lulled you back to sleep again. Why get up right away anyways it was so comfy.

Flashbacks of the mission plagued your mind; flashing between trying not to get caught and being chased by the galactic scum. Fear had your heart racing until it was all you could hear in your ears; pounding and pounding until it felt like you couldn’t breathe, the cold grip of fear making your mind irrational. Someone was yelling but you couldn’t make out what the voice was saying; thrash as you might you couldn’t get enough air or move it felt until fangs bit into the juncture of your shoulder pinning you against a strong body a low growl reaching your ears. You knew that sound and instantly relaxed. Sinking against the body you knew so well; finally feeling air in your lungs and your fear leaving you.

“Geez you’re a handful aren’t you.” Jimin scolded.

With great effort, you opened your eyes to see it was indeed Jimin holding you; a deep furrow between his brows as he fretted over you. Carefully he laid you back down on the bed and covered you up with the blanket yet again; laying beside you he ranted as he brushed strands of hair from your face.

“You never think things through, do you? Do you have any idea how freaked out we have been? Yoongi has nearly had a heart attack every day or a major mental breakdown, Hobi had to lock him in his room to keep him from storming up here and shaking the life out of you. My mom has been giving me nothing but grief from that stunt you pulled and even though I took care of it it's my fault you’re hurt like this making me feel like an ass! Jungkook is on scrubbing duty for a year because of that stunt and I will be locking you away from any more missions I nearly died from worry over this crap! My mom is already planning our future as we speak the woman is a demon when she gets an idea in her head all because she found out you are my mate and holy hell we need to avoid that if at all possible…”

You couldn’t hold back anymore as you broke out into a fit of giggles; his confused glance down at you made you laugh even harder. To think a big brave captain of a big bad ship could be worried over something so little as yourself was just too much.

“Are you broken?” Jimin asked fighting his own smile.

“Maybe...I did take quite a fall from the sky you know. I had to fight off all those soldiers too in the snow might I add and I got to see you be a badass for a second and save me.” You smirk.

“Yep your fucked up. Are you at least feeling ok now?”

“Sore and battered but not dead I’ll make it. Yoongi really freaking out?”

“If Hobi didn’t use his skills as a siren to keep him docile we would all be dead by now so he could get to you. For such a small man he is something else when he is pissed.”

“Yep...like a cobra just waiting to strike, freaked me out the first time too.”

After a few shared laughs Jimin helped you up and you worked your way down to the main level of Jimin’s family home which was more like a stone fortress built into the side of a mountain. His mother was a beauty like you had never seen before; pale spots dotted her skin in such an alluring way you could see where Jimin got his looks. His father was built like a tank; pure muscle also covered in pale spots of the snow leopard, his people all wore thick fur clothing to protect them from the elements. Upon seeing the crew crowded around a table talking; brought relief to you...worrying about them had stressed you out more than you would like to admit. Jungkook was the first to spot you and immediately grabbed you up in his arms apologizing nonstop until Jimin pried him off. Your eyes landed on Yoongi who looked worse for ware; dark circles from hell lingered under his eyes instantly making you feel sorry. 

“Yoongs…” You whimpered. Making your way to him a bit wobbly you sank down into the chair next to him and hid against his collarbone as you let your emotions go unsaid; he didn’t need to hear it he knew you well enough. Wrapping and arm around you he squeezed you tightly; you could tell he had been miserable and worried about you just as much as you had him.

“You took long enough.” He muttered. 

“Well excuse me I’ll go into a coma next time.” 

“Better fucking not!” Yoongi growled. 

Laughter erupted from around you; the crew you had learned to love and accept like family sat around you. Jin, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook. Maybe you had died and this was your heaven? 

“You guys act like and old couple! Have you always been like this?” Hoseok asked laughing. 

“Like I would settle for a bratty kitten like this please!” Yoongi growled. 

Hoseok laughed his head off as he smacked the table. 

“Right because you were busy toying with me just last night were you not?” Hoseok winked at Yoongi who went pin straight against you. 

“Min Yoongi what have you been up too?” You smirked at him. 

“Shut up cat! You fish boy can it!” 

“Only if you make me big boy.” Hoseok laughed dodging all attempts by Yoongi to hit him.

What the hell had happened while you were out? Jimin collected you from Yoongi who was about to mess up Hoseok’s pretty face; but the siren seemed to be welcoming it. Being led through the house you were shoved into a bathroom of sorts with a large hot spring in the floor. Jimin shut the door rather roughly jamming a plank against it so no one could get in.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

Jimin turned to you with a feral look in his eye; advancing on you until you were cornered against the wall. Without a word he started to strip you of your clothing before his own; shoving you toward the spring until you walked in. The hot water a welcoming relief to your tired body and aches; the man before you looked as regal as you remembered. His dark locks hanging over his eyes; his pale spots decorating his skin teasing you with glimpses of his muscles as he moved. 

“I think you owe me kitten...making me go through everything like you did. Part of me wants to love you to death and the other wants to bash your head in for being so reckless! So I guess I’ll knock out two birds with one stone, get you washed up and get some of my frustrations at the same time.” He smirked. 

“The hell--?” “Shhh not a peep out of you this time. Just relax and let me handle everything.”

That was in no way enough of a warning; Jimin crowded your body against the side of the hot spring, his form towering over you as his eyes locked with yours. You stared back not wanting to give in to his dominance just yet; his pupils dilated as he waited for you to look away first. You could see the restrain in him; he was trying to control his want to completely take you over. Grinding his hips against yours you could feel how hard he was; a low purr vibrating through you as he nuzzled her cheeks with his nose not breaking eye contact. Finally you give in and sigh when he nips at your jaw down your neck and back up again nuzzling behind your ear chuffing as he scents you. 

His grip grew tight on your hips as he pulled you against him; perhaps it was the slight manhandling that was turning you on or the pure animalistic masculinity he was expressing that had you melting in his grasp either way you wanted him and bad. Meeting his growls with your own you were raking your nails against his scalp as you pulled him down so you could devour his lips. Hearing Jimin groan into the kiss you let your hands explore as much of him as you could reach relearning every plane and curve of his body like you would never see it again. Grinding against him desperate to alleviate the ache growing between your legs all because of him and the need to have him inside. Impatience had Jimin lifting you up off your feet so you were straddling his waist, quickly and harshly he rubbed at your clit with his thumb breaking the kiss to watch you jerk and fall apart before him. 

“Listen carefully kitten; we won’t be having a repeat of that little stunt now will we?” He growled.  “J-j-jimin.” You moan.

“Answer me!”

“No no I... it won’t.”

“Good. Now you are going to take everything I give you no complaints you hear me?” He growled by your ear making you shiver.

Seeing you nod he quickened his pace on your clit as he slowly pushed himself inside you not even bothering to warm you up; the stretch was both stinging and pleasurable at the same time you weren’t sure which was more. Taking a snail’s pace at easing in until he bottomed out to pulling out before sliding in again; just as you were starting to calm down he slammed his hips into you making you cry out. Soft and sweet was not happening; he had a point to prove and you were all for it as you felt him hit your cervix so deep you were seeing stars. He pressed down harshly on your clit as he rammed into you; your screams and moans music to his ears. 

Your fluttering walls teasing his control as he lost himself in the feeling of you...his mate...his own slice of heaven riding him like a steed. The way your body would dance for him always mesmerized him making him proud he could evoke such a reaction out of you; hearing his name on your lips like the most beautiful song to his ears. Feeling you wrap your tail around his leg to help anchor yourself making him push up into you harder and faster; your walls were starting to squeeze on him...he would fill you up so you wouldn’t forget who you belonged to. Pulling a roar out of your lungs he felt you come on him screaming his name as he pushed you past sensitivity until he emptied himself inside you. 

A tangled and panting mess the two of you were; the hot water felt nice against aches you had completely forgotten about. Jimin was dutiful and cleaned you until he was satisfied before cleaning himself. Carrying you out of the hot spring he dried you with towels before wrapping you up in one while he rummaged through some shelves to pull out some clothes for you. They were the tribal clothing you saw everyone else wearing; they were made out of a hide of some sort with the inside lined with fur. A pair of pants and a tunic like shirt felt like the coziest blanket you had ever been in; he found you some boots to wear before he dressed himself. Pushing you toward the door he led you back to the main room of the house; everyone had gone it was empty, he guided you to the kitchen where he told you to sit at the table. 

Before long you had a meal set before you with plenty to drink as well; not sure what animal the meat was you still dug in and moaned to have some food in you. Downing your water as you tried to eat as quickly as possible; your stomach was growling at you in impatience from waiting. When you finished you had a full on food coma settle over you.

“That’s it for today kitten; back to bed.” Jimin chuckled at you dozing off at the table. 

“No I just woke up...I want to see everyone.” You mumble.  Jimin could only shake his head at you; leaving the dishes for later he picked you up again not surprised you didn’t fight him since you were dozing off in his arms. Taking you back up the stairs to your room he laid you down on the bed with fresh blankets already on it; probably thanks to his mom. You fought sleep you really did; but every time you blinked your eyes got heavier and heavier. Jimin went to leave but you grabbed his sleeve...you didn’t want to be alone. 

“Stay.” You whine.

Chuckling Jimin crawled into the bed with you and pulled you against him with the intention of only staying until you fell asleep before he would go and join the others. However the comfort and security of having you in his arms soon lulled him to sleep as well. Finally feeling safe again you welcomed the heavy slumber that awaited you; the scent of Jimin easing any worries you may have for the time being.